Babies
"Santana?"
"Yea, Britt?"
"Have you ever wanted babies?"
Santana guffawed, almost falling out of her lovers arms and off of the bed. But Brittany held on tight, giggling.
"Well not NOW, silly! I mean…in the future. When we're both grown up, and ready for it, and stuff. I wanna have a family with you…" She finished softly, curling Santana into her, draping her arm around her waist and sighing contentedly into her hair.
Santana swore there wasn't a tear coming to her eye, or anything. She swore it.
Smiling gently, she backed herself further into Brittany's touch and hummed with equal contentment, "yea, sure…I've thought about that too. A lot actually, so sorry I freaked."
"It's okay," Brittany soothed, "besides, it's not like I have the right…stuff, to try and get a baby in you right now for the hell of it or anything."
"Mmm, I like the sound of that though," Santana said back slyly, using her weight to try and gain leverage over Brittany and push her onto her back. She failed though, and Brittany managed to topple them both so Santana was flat on her stomach, the taller girl on top, nearly suffocating her,
"Ow, B!" she coughed out, raising her butt up into the girl's crotch unintentionally, causing the other girl to wriggle and sigh,
"Let me up!"
"Only if you behave!" Brittany giggled, pinching at Santana's sides and tickling her with a sudden reckless abandon.
"Oh- ah - DAMNIT B!" She giggled and screamed out, "I'll behave if you let me up and FUCK me!"
"Fuck you, huh?" Brittany grinned, bouncing on Santana's ass giddily once, twice, then using her movement as leverage to leap up off of her and into a kneeling position by her side.
"Well okay," she shrugged, turning Santana around so that she was lying comfortably on her back, "but it's all your fault if I get you pregnant!"