Foundations
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Breaking the surface of the water, even though you're completely out of breath, you're grinning. Taking deep lungfuls of oxygen you begin to swim to the edge and, once there, pull yourself up to sit up on the edge, your legs left dangling in the cool pool water. You can hear that their attention has been distracted from you now, their loud laughs and splashes float over to year ears like the sweetest symphony.
You run your hand through your waterlogged hair so the dripping bangs stay away from your eye line; the scene in front of you is far too good to miss. At the moment, Santana's mouth is wide open and closing at intervals as she blinks against the steady drip of water from Beth's swimsuit. She's holding the small eight-year-old above her head as she kicks her legs wildly, managing to make a surprising amount of water splash up and around as she scrapes the surface with the tips of her toes.
"Beth! Beth!" Santana's voice echoes around the tilled pool room and Beth's squeals stop, and her feet still, as she goes limp and looks down at Santana confusedly. She's out of breath and you can just make out her small stomach heaving against Santana's tanned hands as she tries to catch her breath. "Look," Santana whispers, her voice still echoing around the room. "We're Dirty Dancing."
Beth's face shows no comprehension and she looks down at the older woman as though she's mad, you can't help but burst out in loud, reverberating laughs as she looks so much like her father when she pulls that face. Her arms fall down and splash the water on both sides of Santana's face, which in turn causes Santana to drop her as she swallows a mouthful of chlorine.
She's stood choking on the water from a few minutes, and when she's finally done coughing, and has caught her breath, Beth is half the pool away from her, kicking madly with all the inadequacy of a child having just learnt to swim without armbands.
"You'll pay." She promises, pointing her finger at the grinning child as she struggles to speed up. Santana, being fantastic with all kids, only walks slowly through the water, barely even making a ripple, but it's enough for Beth to turn to you in desperation and shout at the top of her tiny lungs, "Mommy Q, Tanna's getting me!"
She's caught Beth before she even knows she's close enough, and your face feels like it's going to break from the permanent grin adorning it as she cradles Beth to her chest and dunks them both under the water together.
When they both come back up spluttering and coughing and laughing loudly you all but melt as Santana convinces her to sit out and catch her breath. You don't know which was the major factor in her making Beth promise this; the fact that Beth was just about to start another splashing war, or the fact that Beth was completely out of breath and red from head to toe as she heaved every breath in; but it makes your heart swell in affection for your girlfriend.
"Go on, go." She sends Beth off with a tap to her bottom and laughs loudly as the small blonde looks over her shoulder with a well directed glare, and continues until she's climbed out of the pool.
When you turn away from your daughter's retreating back you find piercing, dark chocolate brown eyes locked on yours and she begins to wade through the water painfully slowly, never breaking the contact. If you had still been standing your legs would have failed you.
She stops just in front of you, and lifts her hand as though to rest it on your knee, but hovers an millimetre above touching your skin, amusement shining clearly in her eyes. Goosebumps rise in anticipation of her touch and you shiver, glaring at her as she steps an inch away.
"Don't tease." You growl, unsure where the deep voice came from, but then she grins widely, places both hands on your knees and runs them gently and slowly up to your hips and back down, leaving a trail of fiery goosebumps in their wake.
Her fingers tighten on your knees and you feel a shiver vibrate your body as her gaze burns into yours. She pushes your legs apart and slides to stand between them effortlessly and gracefully, the water hasn't even stilled from the movement before your legs are clamped around her and your feet are locked behind her back.
"Child in the room." She breaths in warning, even as her gaze lingers on your lips and darken with want.
"Child in the changing room." You counter, brushing her wet hair back from her face and resting your hands on her neck, thumbs stroking her jaw, holding her in place as you bend down so you're eye level with her and your lips are on an equal level. You move in, locking your eyes on hers, and you just know your own eyes are as dark as hers but you keep your lips a millimetre away from touching the ones in front of yours, even though all you want to do is attach your lips and never separate, but you know it drives her crazy and you just love to tease her.
She growls and stands on the tips of her toes, pushing her lips against yours with force enough to make your head bob back up before she settles back to rest on her flat feet with a satisfied moan. You don't know when they moved, but your hands are resting on her shoulders and your fingers have curled, nails digging into her skin as you hold her close to you – you're sure there'll be marks.
As she pushes her tongue into your mouth and you gratefully accept it with an embarrassingly loud groan her hands slide up and cup your bottom, pulling you forward until your centre crashes against her stomach. You have no choice but to pull back from the kiss as sensations and feelings overwhelm you, and a deep breath rushes past your lips. She laughs and pushes up on her toes and into you more forcefully, pushing you even further forward with her hands.
"Santana." It was supposed to be a warning but it came out as a moan. Her breathy laugh echoes around the room. She pulls you forward as she steps back, so you're no longer sat on the edge but sat in her hands as she holds you both steady, walking to the centre of the pool. "We really shouldn't." Even as you're saying it, her grip tightens on you and her nails dig into your bottom; in reaction you can't stop a loud moan escaping from your throat and grinding against her once again.
She pulls you against her one last time - you can't stop yourself from throwing your head back and helping her push your hips forwards - and bites your bottom lip between her teeth before she groans in admission of the truth and says, "We really shouldn't." She sounds like she's in pain as she admits it and lets her hands drop so it's now only your own legs holding you in place.
When you've stopped panting as heavily, you nod and sigh heavily, eyes closed as your head falls to rest on her shoulder, taking deep, measured breaths to regain control on your muscles.
Once you've gained enough power in your legs to unlock them you stand before her and just opening your eyes to look into hers is enough to get you groaning loudly in regret. They're so dark they're black and her cheeks are so flushed it looked like she's been attacked with a blusher brush.
"Kissing is defiantly not a problem." She reasons with a shrug, looking at your lips once again and leaning down closer. "As long as Beth doesn't come back in too soon." Her breath brushes against your lips as she continues to lean in and your laugh is cut off by her lips on yours.
And suddenly you're once again surrounded by Santana like she's your whole universe. Your hands tangle in her hair as hers rest on your hips, her grip is so tight you know you're going to have nail marks there, but all it does now is spur you on and you run your tongue against her lips. You can feel the heat from her body – a stark contrast to the cold pool water - and you feel the tingles spreading from the skin to skin contact – the whole length of your body is in some way touching hers in the most exhilarating way – it surprises you that you're not creating sparks.
You feel your back crash against the pool edge, and very nearly shout her name as she releases your lips and moves her own kiss bruised lips down to your jaw, nipping and scratching as she makes her way down your throat. You throw your head back because you know where she's heading for and you're hoping that she'll hurry up, but not even tugging her hair gets her to hurry her pace. You growl in impatience and push her head, feeling like your whole body is alight with fire just waiting for her.
You're out of breath and your legs are wrapped around her hips again when she reaches her destination and wastes no more time; she bites down and you feel her tongue caressing the sensitive area of your collarbone.
"Fucking hell, Santana." You're voice is breathy, and you try to crane your neck back further, trying to give her better access. Your hands tighten in her hair, in what you're sure is a painful fist, and you have to swallow another shout of her name, because Beth is just in the next room.
Your errant thoughts are confirmed as she hisses against your neck and releases your stinging skin for a second before she reattaches in the same spot. Her breath causes you to shiver and expel all of the air left in your lungs.
She lets out a satisfied laugh against your neck, one that makes your whole body feel like a livewire, and begins her journey back up to your lips. She makes sure to do it slowly, nipping with her teeth and then soothing the sting with her tongue or lips. It's maddening in the sweetest way.
When she's reached the corner of your lips and is slipping back so you can kiss her properly and so you can show your appreciation by going to her very, very sensitive spot just behind her ear. She pulls back a centimetre and allows a second for you both to catch breath and make eye contact.
She's panting, and her chest is heaving against the water, something that would normally make you groan but you know if you do that now she'll think she's won. So you smirk and rub your nose on hers before moving forward to reattach your lips to hers desperately.
Just as your lips brush against hers and you feel her lips moulding to yours this time, and just as you begin to push against her to switch positions, you're both showered with a wave of water.
You both pull back with a gasp, though your legs are entangled, somehow, and your hands are so deep in her hair that it's hard to pull them out – it ends up that just your faces are pulled away from each other. Tingles from her skin still spark along yours, and it's very distracting as you look around for the culprit who literally just poured cold water on your passion.
You find her as she comes to the surface just over Santana's shoulder. Her laughs echo around the room and she points at your shocked, deer-in-the-headlights expressions with every inch the childish innocence she personifies.
"Child in the room." She moves her finger and points down on her own head, the other arm treading water to stay afloat. "How'd I do, mom?" She shouts, looking to the left. Following her gaze you find Shelby stood at the end of the room with her smart powersuit and her hair tied up in a business-like bun. You're cheeks flush for an entirely different reason as she laughs and gives her daughter a thumbs up.
"Perfect cannonball, sweetie."
You look at Santana, who's already looking at you with a deep and meaningful look that promises Later, suppress a shiver and nod in agreement, pulling your hands free gently and stepping just far enough away so that it's no longer obscene. Then she swallows heavily and her expression clears, she grins wickedly.
"You have your swimming costume, Shelby?" She shouts over her shoulder, and turns to look innocently at her old teacher. You smile just as innocently as Shelby's gaze flickers to yours with curiosity, and nod enthusiastically.
"Yes." The woman answers, smiling appreciatively at the invitation, "I'll just go get changed then shall I?" When you both nod the affirmative she turns on her heel and walks back into the changing rooms she'd just come through.
"Gullible." Santana whispers to you, and you can see in her eyes that she wants payback. It causes you to grin in agreement with her and you both turn to Beth, who immediately senses what is going on and fixes a warning glare onto her face, backing away slowly.
"She's so like you." Santana mutters as you both dive and catch your daughter before she can make an escape, three loud squeals echoing around the room once again.