What to say? You are all so very awesome and wonderful! I hope you all have an exciting and safe New Year's and I hope that you enjoy this little Christmas chapter (late but not any less sweet!)
Warnings: sexy times.
It's Time to Fall
Brittany has always loved the holidays.
Despite not really having much to look forward to with them in regards to family, she's always simply enjoyed the specialness of them and the concept that for a certain day out of the year she gets to experience a magical type of sensation and an incomparable feeling of hope.
This year is especially exciting because even though she didn't really get to celebrate Thanksgiving, the fact that Brittany gets to celebrate Christmas with Santana, someone she loves more than she could have ever thought possible, brings her more joy and happiness than she's ever experienced.
Most especially, and this is the part that has Brittany dancing the Moonwalk across center stage, Santana has agreed to make Christmas cookies with her in exchange for a few simple and delicious sweet kisses.
How could Brittany turn down something like that?
Exactly, she couldn't.
It's the twenty third of December and Brittany is about ready to head over to Santana's house. Her overnight bag is packed for her inevitable stay at her girlfriend's house for the next few days, and a box of ingredients and utensils for making all of her favorite Christmas cookies is stashed in her backseat. There might even be a gingerbread making kit in there somewhere, but Brittany wouldn't know anything about how that got in there.
Hopefully Santana will think it's too adorable to really turn Brittany down when she asks if they can build it and decorate it with an array of red and yellow dots, together.
Things have been really good the past month or so, ever since Thanksgiving when Brittany and Santana spoke out loud their love for each other, and Brittany had a decent heart to heart with her previous asshole of a brother, she hasn't stopped smiling. And really, what reason would there be to stop smiling?
She's in love with Santana Lopez, the woman of her literal cut and pasted dreams, and even more wonderful is that Santana loves her back.
It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas and Brittany can tell there's magic in the air. It's wonderful.
Or at least it's supposed to be wonderful.
If it weren't for the fact that her car happens to be a run down piece of crap that is entirely unreliable. More so than any other time in her life but this exact moment when she needs to be on her way to Santana's. With a sigh and a huff, Brittany turns the keys the opposite way and pulls them out of the ignition. Fumbling with her seatbelt a little before she manages to look around for her cellphone.
It appears to be missing.
After extensive searching, including stretching over the console and looking underneath the passenger seat while bracing her hand against the passenger door, Brittany determines that her phone is not anywhere to be found.
Just as she goes to step out of the car, she remembers that she had placed her phone in her jacket pocket, her shallow jacket pocket.
"Ahh, crap." Brittany watches as her phone literally jumps from her pocket as she stands up straight and goes crashing to the asphalt before she can even consider reaching out and catching it.
With a pouty frown on her face, Brittany sighs and bends down to grab her phone crossing her fingers and hoping that it will still turn on.
It doesn't.
Her shoulders slump.
Releasing another sigh she turns around to walk back towards her apartment, throwing her car door closed behind her. When she gets to her door she pats her pockets in search of her keys before her eyes suddenly go wide and she spins back around to face her car.
She groans as she remembers that she set her car keys, which also hold her apartment key, into the cup holder in her middle console when she was searching for her phone. So that she didn't forget them. She's crossing her fingers again as she slouches back to her car and tentatively reaches out to grip at the door handle tugging and yearning for it to be unlocked.
It's not.
She more than likely punched the lock button when she was leaning her hand against the passenger door.
"You've got to be kidding me."
And all Brittany wanted to do was bake some delicious Christmas cookies with her girlfriend, who she loves. A lot.
Brittany is about two seconds from slumping against the door of her apartment when she hears a familiar horn honk from somewhere behind her. Turning around, a grin stretches across her face as she spots Santana's Edge pulling up and parking alongside Brittany's Civic. It only takes her a second to dash over and scoop Santana up in a bear hug the second her girlfriend steps out of her car.
"Wow, baby, where's the fire?"
All Brittany can concentrate on is the way Santana smells so delicious, sweet as always with that hint of sultry. How warm Santana feels as Brittany holds her in her arms, and how they just seem to melt into each other's embraces, like frosting spread over Christmas cookies just pulled out of the oven.
Blue eyes light up at that thought and she squeezes Santana tighter, humming into her heavenly smelling silky hair, "I'm just really glad you're here." She whispers and smiles when Santana squeezes her tighter.
They pull back and Santana tilts up on her tiptoes to capture Brittany's lips, warming the taller woman's heart some more at how adorable she looks when she does so. Brittany's hands slide down to rest against the small of Santana's back.
"I'm glad that I'm here too," Santana mumbles against thin pink lips as their mouths part and Brittany smiles again. Santana leans in and pecks Brittany's lips once more, "You taste like gingerbread."
Brittany nods, "I was testing one of the gingerbread houses to make sure they're suitable."
One of Santana's eyebrows arches in suspicion, "One of the gingerbread houses?"
Pale cheeks flush in embarrassment as Brittany remembers a gingerbread house wasn't in the cards for their baking activities today, but after everything that's happened to her in the last half hour, that notion slipped her mind.
She pouts.
"I was hoping I could talk you into working on a gingerbread house with me, but then I couldn't find my cellphone, and then I locked my keys in my car which had my apartment keys and then I dropped and broke cellphone so I couldn't call you and I didn't know what-"
As always, Santana's supple lips halt Brittany's rambling and calms her embarrassment. When she blinks her closed eyes open again, that dark brown of sincerity is staring up at her in calm patience.
"Britt, we can do whatever you want as long as you're safe and okay."
Directly following her words, Santana is lifted into another crushing bear hug as she hears Brittany call out excitedly into the cold air, "Really? I love you so much Santana!"
Santana giggles and holds onto Brittany until she sets her down, taking that opportunity to steal another kiss from fresh pink lips. "I love you so much too Britt." She murmurs against Brittany's mouth as she pulls back, "How about we get to baking, maybe we'll have time later for something else." Santana says suggestively and Brittany's face beams in radiance.
"Like a Christmas movies marathon?!" she asks excitedly and Santana chuckles.
"Yeah Britt, whatever you'd like."
Brittany pecks her lips again with a whispered "I'd like you," that sends Santana's heart rate aflutter.
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Much to Brittany's delight, when they arrived back at Santana's house, she is given the opportunity by Santana to pick which activity they are to partake in first.
Even though her stomach was grumbling with that bubbling need to make and taste, and especially have Santana taste, delicious Christmas cookies, Brittany decides that participating in constructing the gingerbread house will be the best first activity. At least that way, if Santana decides she isn't all into it halfway through, Brittany can still get to look forward to baking cookies with her.
Of course, Santana requires the payment of several sweet kisses before they even get started, but that's hardly a burden for Brittany to bear.
Actually, things definitely get a little carried away during their lip lock and soon Brittany's finds that Santana is on the verge of slipping her hand down low hip riding sweatpants as she rests above Brittany on the couch. That's also about the time that Brittany remembers something important and quickly shoots up from her position.
Managing to catch Santana before she falls to the ground, Brittany gives her a sheepish look, "Sorry," she murmurs and Santana sighs through her momentary frustration but smiles. "I just remembered that the chocolate covered caramel pieces I took out of the fridge have to go on the house before they melt!"
Santana blinks at her girlfriend, her current frame of mind somewhere between awed and rendered speechless and completely flabbergasted and confused about just what exactly Brittany is talking about.
"Oh-kay?"
Brittany smiles in thanks and pecks Santana's lips, spinning around to begin removing the gingerbread house pieces from the box she brought and suddenly it dawns on Santana.
Essentially her efforts of getting her mack on, and then some, are being interrupted by tiles of baked gingerbread dough that will eventually be layered in icing and covered in candy.
Then again, seeing the childlike grin that adorns Brittany's face as she goes about setting the pieces out within their reach, kind of makes Santana forget all about that in favor of just wanting to bask in the cuteness that is Brittany.
Holidays are about spending time with the ones you love after all, aren't they?
Twenty minutes of painstakingly serious concentration, including several occasions where Brittany required seconds of absolute silence and could only complete a candy placement with her tongue poking out of her mouth, go by. Santana finds that she's actually been having a lot of fun, even if she's mostly been watching, but she is getting a little thirsty.
Judging from the way that Brittany looks like she's practically drooling over the sweetness in front of her, Santana figures her girlfriend wouldn't mind if she stepped into the kitchen for a second.
"Hey babe," she calls as Brittany places another dot along the roof of the gingerbread house before the taller woman turns around to face Santana. "I was thinking about making us some hot chocolate?"
Brittany bounces the two steps over to Santana and wraps her arms around her girlfriend's petite waist, popping a kiss against her cheek and nodding with an extra glimmer of cheer. Santana takes Brittany's brief reprieve from intense concentration to press a tender kiss to her lips.
"Be right back." Santana squeaks a little when Brittany pats her ass before she leaves.
It's possible that Santana takes a little, maybe a lot of, extra time making hers and Brittany's hot chocolate, but if she's being honest with herself she'd really like the gingerbread house to be a little closer to done. As much as she loves watching the excitement radiate from Brittany, she also really does want to bake cookies with her girl, and also hopefully, maybe eventually, lay down and cuddle a little with her.
Preferable without any clothes on.
But as she walks back into the living room and sees Brittany practically glowing with a type of joy she's never seen from her girlfriend before, Santana wonders why Brittany never got the opportunity to experience this kind of fun around the holidays with her family as a child.
Walking up to Brittany, Santana stretches the mug out to the woman, leaning in and pecking her lips again before taking a seat on the couch and a sip of her hot chocolate. When Brittany joins her a few seconds later, house apparently complete (at least for the time being), Santana wraps her arm around Brittany's shoulder and kisses her cheek as the perfect temperature mug of hot chocolate is brought carefully to Brittany's lips.
"Mmm this is perfect San, not that I wasn't expecting it to be."
Santana smiles, shuffling closer to Brittany and brushing her nose across the strong line of her jaw, "Thanks honey," she hums against the skin before Brittany drops her head to rest on Santana's shoulder and tan fingers take to playing with the ends of soft as silk blonde locks.
They bask in the comfortable silence for a minute or two before Santana speaks up, "Hey Britt, how are things with Brett?" when she doesn't get the usual tensed up reaction from Brittany, Santana hopes that means that things are somewhat getting mended between the siblings.
Brittany shrugs with her free shoulder as best as she's able, "S'okay. He's not being a total ass if that's what you mean."
Santana smiles and presses her lips to Brittany's temple, "That's something at least." She says softly before mentally debating on if she should ask her next question or not, and then decides she should. On a deep breath she inquires, "Have you talked to your parents lately?"
This time around, Santana gets the common reaction she is used to and expects from Brittany during these conversations and Santana watches the woman draw herself away from her arms. It's quiet, eerily so, but Santana knows that Brittany takes the silence as a way to gather her thoughts. Finally, after another sip of hot chocolate she turns and gazes at Santana, the blue of her eyes dulled slightly in portrayal of her less than cheerful mood. Santana wants to kick herself for trying to broach the subject.
It's too soon and Brittany's not ready. She doesn't really blame her; topics about parents are not at the top of her list either.
She stretches forward to Brittany and gently takes her hand, her heart relaxing slightly when Brittany squeezes it back, "I'm sorry Britt. We don't have to talk about it."
Brittany studies their joined hands for a long while before her throat bobs in a swallow and she looks up to meet Santana's eyes.
"Someday, when it doesn't hurt to think about it as much as it does now, I promise I'll tell you everything."
Santana smiles and leans further in to connect their lips, "I know Brittany. I know that's the only truth you can give me right now." Brittany nods as their foreheads fall together, her thumbs absentmindedly stroking the backs of Santana's hands.
A soft thump draws them out of their blissful bubble and two pairs of eyes glance towards the coffee table to see one side of the gingerbread house has collapsed. A pout the size of Jupiter suddenly appears on Brittany's face, and it's Santana's ever wanting desire to kiss it away. She cups Brittany's chin and draws those bright blues back to her before tiptoeing up to firmly fit her lips against Brittany's soft ones.
With a slide of the tongue across a thin bottom lip, and a caress of Brittany's mouth, scrapping the points of her top canines, sending a shiver down Brittany's spine and forcing her to hold onto Santana tighter, the smaller woman effectively chases away that pout.
When she pulls back Brittany is droopy eyed smiling. Santana pecks her nose and slides their hands together.
"Come on babe, you have some delicious cookies to show me how to make if I'm not mistaken."
Brittany's face lights up like the full force Christmas lights that Santana's weird neighbor, Ms. Sylvester or something like that, has displayed on her house and around her yard. The woman is really over the top and Über competitive.
But Brittany's smile? Like Christmas magic.
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It's official. Brittany is entirely the most adorable human being that Santana has ever seen or met in her life.
Not as though she wasn't already aware of this, but just spending the last fifteen minutes in her kitchen with the woman of her dreams putting the tiniest of details on her cookie cutter shaped cookies, her cheeks streaked in flour, her hands caked in sticky dough, just confirms it completely.
She gets that much more adorable when she lifts herself up onto the counter, after Santana slides the first batch of cookies into the over, and kicks her legs out in front of her. Brittany only stops when Santana steps up between her legs, dropping her hands to toned thighs and guiding those long legs to wrap around her waist.
As Santana leans up to kiss the underside of Brittany's jaw she feels her girlfriend move around below her and pulls back to find a cheeky smile spread across her face.
"The total worst part about making Christmas cookies is when the dough just doesn't look right and you've gotta taste test it just to make sure it's good." Brittany says as she dips her spoon into the cookie dough batter resting beside her for the third time scooping up a big ball of dough before shoving it into her mouth.
Santana quirks her eyebrow at the way her girlfriend's face melts into one of blissfulness, she's quite aware of what that looks like on Brittany, and she smirks. "Are you sure you don't mean the best part?"
Brittany grins sheepishly, her teeth still covered in cookie dough. Santana's face scrunches up and she lifts her hand up and twists her face away to block Brittany from accidentally spitting any dough on her.
"Eww gross Britt! Close your mouth!" her words are followed by a squeal as Brittany leans into her and gnaws her lips against Santana's cheeks, faking like she's going to get cookie dough all over the woman. (And maybe actually getting a little bit on her.)
A shriek rings out through the house as Santana breaks away from Brittany and runs into her living room away from the flour covered reaching hands and mumbling, gooey mouth of her girlfriend.
Santana tries to run fast.
But Brittany's faster.
Another shriek rings out as Brittany scoops Santana into her arms and then tackles her to the sofa, falling down on top of her. The playfulness quickly disappears as Brittany swallows the dough in her mouth and catches the lustful dark brown of Santana's eyes.
Santana's fingers slide into blonde locks until she's cradling the back of Brittany's skull and pulling her face down so their lips meet in a kiss. Santana hums at the sweetness coating Brittany's lips as she sucks on her bottom lip and strokes her tongue across the surface again, causing Brittany to moan and press firmer into the kiss.
Brittany's sweatpants are to her knees and Santana's top is being tossed to the side when the sound of the oven timer going off filters in from the kitchen. Brittany groans into Santana's skin, an inch away from covering a hardening dark nipple with her lips. She presses her forehead against Santana's sternum before she slowly extracts herself from her girlfriend.
Her shoulders slump a little and Santana can't help but smile at just how torn up Brittany appears at having their potential sexy times interrupted by the other thing she was most excited about tonight. Santana stands up and wraps her arms around Brittany's waist, helping her tug her pants back up again before ghosting her lips across the skin of Brittany's neck.
"You want to get the cookies out?"
Even though the reply is delayed, because Brittany's mind is swimming with desire and the smell of Santana, she manages a nod and they walk back towards the kitchen as Santana pulls her shirt back on over her head.
The excitement returns to Brittany's demeanor when Santana extracts the hot cookie tray from the oven and sets the cookies down on the stovetop. When she glances up she sees blue eyes so wide they could probably pass as a beacon for something. She takes a moment to lift the cookies from the sheet and place them on the cooling plate not surprised when she turns back around and finds Brittany sitting back in her spot on the countertop.
A fond smile crosses Santana's face as she steps back over to Brittany and fits her way between long legs. Brittany grins down at her from her perch.
"They smell really good babe."
A wet line is traced across Brittany's jaw line by Santana's tongue, "You smell really good." She husks back, her fingers gripping at the hem of Brittany's shirt.
There's no delay in the removal of the cotton covering Brittany's torso. She's actually quite eager for it's disappearance and stretches her arms to the sky until Santana rips it off. Full lips attach to the skin of Brittany's strong shoulder, the smoothness of her neck, the softness of her cheek.
It doesn't take long for Santana to quickly remove Brittany's bra as well, sliding it down her arms and chucking it somewhere behind her as she feels Brittany's legs wrap around her waist again and tug her close. Tan hands drops to pliant flesh, Santana's thumbs shifting over pink nipples as her mouth fits over Brittany's and her lips glide against them.
Brittany moans again, her hips rocking slightly forward at the feel of Santana's hands massaging and kneading her breasts, and a soft, strong tongue stroking the inside of her mouth. Their mouths part on a gasp from Brittany, her head tilting back and Santana's lips fit against the column of a flushing pale neck, sucking at a pulse point that throbs just under the skin.
"Oh-San…" Brittany responds to all the pleasurable sensations happening around her, feeling the way the wetness pools between her legs as she grips sufficiently at Santana's shoulders. One hand angling up into thick brown locks, her fingers gripping tight as Brittany feels Santana's lips kiss over the swell of her right breast.
Her eyes pop open when Santana's left hand snakes under the waistband of Brittany's sweats and blue momentarily divert to cookies cooling on a plate near her hip.
"I bet…they'll taste really good t-oo." Brittany stutters, her eyes instantly snapping shut as Santana quickly finds the arousal building between her pale thighs.
Santana hums against her girlfriend's skin, the tip of her index finger dragging slowly through Brittany's drenched sex, toying with the hard nub at the top before she suckles her way across Brittany's chest with her mouth to the other breast giving it attention as well.
After a few minutes of teasing Brittany with her fingertips, and her tongue as it laps at the stiff nipple before it, Santana slips her hand out of Brittany's pants and tenderly bites at the rough skin between her teeth before pulling her face back from Brittany's chest.
Brittany watches with hooded eyes as Santana brings her slick fingers up to her plump lips, "I bet you'll taste good too." She rasps before her tongue pokes out and slides over the curves of her fingers, licking up the wetness that coats them. Brittany whimpers at the sight, her thighs clenching and pulling her girlfriend closer again.
"So good." Santana murmurs before Brittany connects their lips and groans at the taste of herself on Santana's tongue.
She doesn't even register the fact that Santana is tugging at her pants and trying get them off Brittany's body until the kiss slows down and Santana pulls back taking a deep breath.
Suddenly Brittany remembers the last time that she was perched on something slightly dangerous and Santana was trying to pleasure her. She jerks out in fright and attempts to grip tightly at the countertop edges to ground herself but instead knocks the bag of flour and the bowl of honey off the counter and onto the floor.
Santana pauses her actions and steps back to look at her panicked looking girlfriend.
"Britt, what's wrong?"
"I had flashbacks of the chair accident," she admits frantically. "I love when you go down on me but I got scared for a moment thinking about the time I broke my arm."
A look of guilt covers Santana's face and Brittany quickly jumps off the counter in an effort to rid that look from her incredible girlfriend's face.
She forgets about the floor and honey she just spilled on the floor. The combination of that with linoleum makes a lovely alternative to a slip and slide.
Instead of stepping forward to comfort Santana, Brittany is sliding forward at warp speed and Santana is the one who has to catch her, and comfort her as they almost tumble to the floor. As gently as possible, Santana has Brittany lie down on the linoleum floor, sitting back on her ankles as she removes Brittany's soiled with flour honey socks and then hovers over her.
"Are you okay?"
Brittany nods, there's just a look of embarrassment covering her face. Santana giggles and leans down to peck moderately pouty lips.
"It's okay, this was actually where I was planning for us to end up." She admits and when Brittany glances her way skeptically Santana grins, "Okay maybe not the kitchen floor, but I definitely needed you lying down underneath me."
A shudder runs through Brittany's body as Santana's hands run down her sides and teeth scrap against the hardness of her chin.
"Can I take these off?"
It doesn't take much more than a quick nod from Brittany for Santana to carefully remove Brittany's pants before she rolls the garment up and then tucks it under Brittany's head for cushion. She places a kiss against Brittany's forehead in reassurance.
"Don't worry, I pine soled the kitchen this morning. Fresh tree scent." She informs and Brittany's lips quirk into a soft smile. Santana continues to hover above her, looking down in concern, "Do you want to do this."
Brittany's eyes lock on brown orbs and she nods furiously, "Yes, please." She squeaks and Santana nods, shifting until her weight rests comfortably on top of Brittany's body and she sinks down until their mouths can fit together again.
Santana kisses Brittany slow, like a special promise and Brittany's body gradually relaxes from its earlier fright. Warm hands continue to glide up and down Brittany's sides until Santana feels her girlfriend has fully returned to her relaxed and blissful state of mind.
She starts to pepper kisses down Brittany's body, her tongue swirling around nipples again and dipping into the curves of abs, slopping into a pale navel. Brittany's stomach flutters under the attention of Santana's mouth until she feels hot breath descending over her wanting center. There's a pause before Santana's lips are running along the skin of Brittany's inner thighs.
A semi-keening moan leaves Brittany's mouth as her hips roll in a wave, searching for the skilled mouth of her girlfriend.
"S-san…." she whines, her words short and coming out choppy as the fall breathlessly from her. She muffles a soft cry into the back of her hand when Santana's lips return to her sex, pressing a firm kiss directly to her center.
Santana's hands stroke the skin at Brittany's hips, her voice coming out in a deep husk, "Don't hold back Britt, I want to hear you. Hear that beautiful voice of yours."
Brittany moans again, her hips jerking up towards Santana's face, her hand falling to the wayward when her girlfriend's tongue gives a tentative lick through slick folds.
"Yes…baby" Brittany barely whispers, the hand once covering her mouth now slipping into Santana's hair as her hips roll in an upward wave again, seeking more friction, more contact, more pressure. It doesn't take long before Santana complies, her lips wrapping around Brittany's pulsing bud, before her tongue rubbing firmly over the sensitive nerve endings.
Wrapping her arms around Brittany's thighs and pulling her girlfriend's legs further apart, Santana continues to slowly suck and lick and nudge at Brittany's clit, steadily working her girlfriend up.
"Shi-San, ugh, yes, oh, mmm, ohhh!"
Even if she wanted to slow down all the pleasure that's coursing through her body, Brittany doesn't think she'd be able to. Then soon enough, even with the perfectness she's feeling, she needs more.
Santana notices and feels Brittany's body tensing and rolling above her, uncontrollably. Her girl wants something else. "Tell me what you need baby."
A sharp breath is sucked in when Santana's question forces hot air against Brittany's sex.
"Inside…ugh…fingers…" Brittany pants. Santana doesn't waste a second complying as she positions her first two fingers at Brittany's entrance and easily pushes them into her slick hole. A cry leaves Brittany's mouth as her hips lift off the kitchen floor.
"Ugh holy-yes!" she screams as Santana's fingers work inside of her, "Oh…San, lick my…ungh"! Brittany doesn't even finish her second request before Santana's tongue is stroking over the rigidness of her clit.
Santana works Brittany up at a leisurely but progressive rhythm, her tongue lapping and sucking at the bud between her lips. Her fingers reach and curl inside velvet heat, her knuckles scraping through wet, squeezing walls as her fingertips rub against a spongy surface along Brittany's upper wall.
She starts to pet the spot with eagerness, her own sex clenching at the feeling of Brittany's walls gripping her fingers tighter and tighter the harder Santana pets along that spot inside of her. She feels arousal drip from Brittany's center, covering Santana's hand with the wetness. Her tongue strokes harder and Brittany's hips jerk in response.
"Oh-San! Ugh-hmmm…" Brittany hums, her hands cupping her own breasts and tugging at her hard nipples, her eyes gazing down her body to where Santana's head bobs between her legs. Her thighs flutter next to Santana's cheeks, her stomach trembling uncontrollably.
She's so, so close. Brittany can feel the tight ball low in her belly teetering at the edge of release.
Santana can feel it too in the way Brittany's walls start to clench steadily against her probing digits until they squeeze so hard that Santana has to curl them to a stop inside of Brittany as her girlfriend shakes above her.
"San-tana ohh…I'm coming!"
Brittany's orgasm punches through her like a knockout, her sex squeezing around Santana and halting all movement. Just as she thinks she's done she feels Santana's fingers curl inside her again, a firm tongue stroking against her clit. She doesn't even have a chance to protest her sensitivity before Santana is petting that spot inside of her and pressing against it firmly.
Heat flushes her body and Brittany's hips rise off the ground again, a sensation she's unfamiliar with pulls between her legs and then she's coming the hardest she's ever come before in her life.
"OH GOD FUCK SANTANA!" her voice tappers off in hoarseness, the vibrations of her high pitched cry bouncing off the walls and coming back to her as a ringing in her ears.
She's not sure what happens next but Brittany can't seem to keep her eyes open.
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Brittany wakes up later, a soft, strange but familiar warmth surrounding her body. A feeling of lightness, almost like a feather, is brushing across her stomach. Her eyes blink open and she sees stars above her head.
No wait, those aren't stars, they're white Christmas lights that she and Santana put on Santana's tree, or their tree as Santana affirmed.
Oh, Santana.
"San…?" Brittany mumbles vaguely, her voice little over a peep. The feather light touch on her stomach disappears and then the face of an angel appears in her line of sight.
"Hey beautiful, how are you feeling?"
Brittany smiles, her eyes fluttering in that tiredness she wasn't aware of before.
"Hmmm tired, but great. Really great." She murmurs and hears the angel giggle above her.
When she opens her eyes again, Brittany realizes that the angel is in fact Santana. So she wasn't entirely inaccurate in her vision. She notices that Santana is as naked as Brittany feels. Then she gazes down and realizes that under the duvet that Santana has draped over them, she is naked.
"What happened?"
Santana shifts her body so she's hovering partly over Brittany and kisses her lips softly, "You went into some daze. I don't think you really knew what was going on."
"How did I get here?"
"You walked."
That gets Brittany to open her eyes again, "Wha…?" she starts and it morphs into a yawn, Santana kisses her neck.
"Go ahead and sleep Britt baby, I think I exhausted you."
Brittany smiles, "So amazing." She declares, snaking her hand around Santana's waist and holding her close.
A few seconds go by and another thought makes its way to her hazy consciousness, "Cookies?"
Warm lips press against Brittany's shoulder, "They're all ready for you to decorate tomorrow." Santana whispers and Brittany nods, she's fighting to stay awake a little longer, but it's a losing battle.
She lets them shut fully, "San?"
"Hmmm babe?"
"Can we leave cookies out for Santana Claus?"
There's laughter in her voice when Santana asks, "Santana Claus?"
Brittany nods. "Yeah, the really sexy gorgeous Santa Claus stand reserved for only the super sweet girls."
Another chuckle. "You are a really sweet girl."
"Not as sweet as Santana Claus…"
Santana snuggles up as close to Brittany as she can, "Debatable, but thank you Britt."
As Brittany drifts off into slumber, dreams of sweet cookies and a red dressed Santana Claus dance in her head.
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Okay so news (aren't you excited!) as many of you know, Swinging Cloud has organized a holiday themed smut week, that I and a bunch of super talented authors participated in. Anyone who is a fan of FASTER, I will be posting the NYE themed one-shot for that verse on Thursday. I will also be discussing future plans for that story! It will be full of Brittana driving sweet cars, crazy antics, and of course smut. So look out for that if you want!
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Again, have a Happy New Year and I will hopefully see you all again soon!