"Holy sweet Jesus!" Santana hollers causing her wife to all but sprint towards the nursery. The blonde rushes in, clad in nothing but a towel and stops when she spots Santana standing by the changing table. Her eyebrows knit together when she sees Santana's head flailing from side to side, her eyes scrunched shit and her nose crinkled. When Santana turns her head to the right for more non-toxic air she notices Brittany at the door smirking. "This is vile." She informs her wife and motions with her head towards the infant gurgling and being all cute.
"Santana watch what you're doing." Brittany giggles out and points towards the changing table and tilting her head. She quickly brings her hand up to cover her mouth to stifle more laughter when her wife knocks the dirty diaper onto the floor and proceeds to step on it.
"Oh Christ almighty!" The Latina shouts trying her best to balance on one foot, one hand on her daughter and the other gathering a vast amount of baby wipes. "Stop laughing." She whines out when the blonde does nothing to help her.
"Aw baby…" Brittany shakes her head in amusement. "Stand still." She directs as she clutches the towel tighter and bends over to assist the woman in distress.
"Stop going so slow just get it off." Santana cries, whimpering as she shakes her foot.
"Got it." Brittany announces, tucking her towel under her arm and wrapping the diaper up before quickly shoving it in to the diaper genie.
"Brittany my shoe." The shorter woman reminds her, still standing on only one foot and the blonde rolls her eyes before she bends over again and slips Santana's stiletto off.
"Why are you even wearing these?" She asks, the shoe hanging from her finger and shooting a quizzical stare to her wife. "It's Saturday." Santana clears her throat and turns her attention back to her child.
When Santana does not reply Brittany continues to curiously stare at her and then she understands as her eyes rake over the woman before her. There stood her wife, with one fire engine red stiletto on and that very short silk robe that's clearly come undone while she has been wrestling with their infant. She quirks an eyebrow when she takes in the lingerie Santana has dressed herself in and smirks.
"Babe?" Brittany breathes out her name and Santana can feel her cheeks burning as red as the color of her shoes and matching lingerie. "From an outside perspective this whole scene is mildly inappropriate." Santana pauses her motions and glares at her wife, her jaw clenched.
"Not helping Brittany." She mutters as she finishes fastening up the new and much better smelling diaper onto their little girl, snaps her onesie and lifts her up holding her against her chest. "You are still supposed to be in the shower." Santana begins, turning towards the crib and lifting her daughter in the air a little to look at her and smile. "This one is supposed to be passed out." Pulling the baby closer to her again she rocks from side to side for a few moments before placing her into the crib. "And I am supposed to be lying on our bed waiting for you to ravage me." She glances over her shoulder, squints one eye and bites her lip. "Or waiting to ravage you," She shrugs. "Whatever. But," She turns back to the crib. "This one decided as soon as I finished getting all sexified to start crying and then release the most toxic grossness I have ever witnessed." She explains the last part slightly amused and repulsed. "And now I'm baby talking in $600 lingerie, a silk robe from the Vera Wang collection and my Manolos that are now in time out until further notice." She pouts and turns around letting her back face the crib.
Brittany grins, giggles a little bit and walks towards the crib. Santana, not feeling as sexy as she had twenty minutes ago, self consciously closes her robe tying it up like she had just before when she was on diaper duty.
"And now I look like a prostitute." She mumbles, looking down at herself noticing she still has one shoe on. Brittany laughs loudly and shakes her head, reaching out for her wife to come closer to her.
"How much do you go for?" The blonde asks her sweetly causing Santana to chuckle and roll her eyes.
"Wow baby you make me feel so special and sexy." She replies dryly but Brittany isn't worried because she knows that Santana gets she's just trying to lighten the mood.
"I think you're sexy all the time." Brittany tells her, bringing one hand up, the one not holding the towel, to the Latina's cheek and she looks away bashfully hiding her face as she bends forward to take her other shoe off.
With one last look to the crib and seeing their daughter's mouth open wide for a yawn, Santana smiles softly and then turns back around to swiftly lift her wife from her feet and carries her out of the nursery. The blonde giggles, throwing her arm around Santana's neck and leans up to press a kiss to her cheek.
"I'm totally gonna rock your world right now." Santana says seductively and winks down at Brittany who quirks an eyebrow. The Latina places her wife onto the bed and sits up to immediately untie her robe and is quick to pull it off of her body. Brittany releases the towel she has been clutching to her body and it falls to the sides, revealing her body and Santana's breathe hitches in her throat. "You are so fucking hot." She whispers as she carefully and slightly clumsily lowers her body over her wife's. Brittany grins and turns her neck to give Santana's lips more skin to work with.
"Baby we gotta make this quick though." She says and Santana only hums a response of dissatisfaction never stopping her kisses. "No foreplay just… uh…" Her eyes flutter shut when Santana sucks on her pulse point and her hips cant up for friction and she pulls her head back placing her hands on either side of her wife's face. "Santana, I invited Quinn and Josh for dinner so make some moves now!" Brittany demands breathlessly and before Santana has a chance to protest the other couple coming over and taking away from their alone time the blonde is pulling her back down for a searing kiss.
Reaching her hand down to take refuge between Brittany's legs, Santana turns her head towards the clock on the bedside table and realizes that it's nearly dinner time and she doubles her efforts. It doesn't take long, especially considering with the baby taking up their waking hours, until Brittany is screaming out her name and her body is convulsing.
Not even allowing herself a moment to collect herself, Brittany is soon throwing her body over Santana's to return the favor. The Latina kind of likes this bossy blonde and she is waiting in anticipation as Brittany runs her fingers down the length of her body. She spreads her legs expectantly when all of a sudden the doorbell rings.
Brittany stills her hand and shoots a wide eyed look to her wife who is shaking her head. She tells her to keep going that Quinn can wait and she reaches down to pull Brittany's hand to meet its destination. The blonde allows it, she knows that once she gets started it will literally take Santana two seconds to get off considering they have been getting cock blocked for the past five months by everyone and everything.
But then the doorbell rings two more times and Brittany rolls her eyes as she tries her best to move her wife along faster. Santana moans softly but it soon out done by the crying from down the hall. This is clearly not going to happen right then and there and Brittany huffs, removes her hand and rolls off of Santana grabbing her wife's red robe to make her way down the hall to their daughter.
"Britt seriously?" Santana calls out to her as she reaches the door. Santana's eyes show her arousal, frustration and confusion and her wife takes in the fact that she still has her legs spread wide open waiting to finish. Brittany bites her lower lip and stifles a laugh as she continues on her mission to head to the nursery. "Just to let you know," The Latina yells out. "I am not going to be polite or friendly tonight!"
"You have two hands baby!" Brittany shouts back at her from down the hallway. "But if you could use one to open the door for Quinn and Josh that'd be great." Santana kicks her legs on her bed like a little kid would and she grunts her dissatisfaction. "You should put something more appropriate on too. We don't want them thinking you're a prostitute." Santana rolls her eyes, she can hear the laughter in her wife's voice and it is so not helping the situation at all.
The doorbell rings again and she quickly throws on a pair of panties, jeans and slips a top over her red laced bra.
"I hate everyone in this house!" She yells as she hurries down the steps trying to fix her hair that reeks of sex and need to have her wife. Yanking the door open she shoots her friends a disapproving glare. "Hello friends, welcome to my home." She sarcastically spits and moves to the side to allow them to enter. Josh hands her a bottle of wine which she takes quickly and shoves it under her arm. Quinn eyes her friend up as she walks over the threshold, staring at her hair and the way she is breathing heavy. "What?"
"Your hair… you look like a prostitute." The blonde states amusedly and Santana rolls her eyes, stomps her foot and kicks the door shut.
"Brittany!" Santana yells out making her way to the kitchen. "Your friends are here."
It was no wonder that Santana hadn't had any inkling that their friends were coming over for dinner seeing as Brittany had nothing cooking in the kitchen. She resorted to one of their old tricks that obviously Josh and Quinn knew about and ordered in and served it on plates to make it seem like she cooked. It was actually what Quinn and Brittany used to do back in college whenever their parents would visit so they didn't think the girl's were incapable of living on their own. But after a few glasses of wine Santana seemed to cool down and conversation had turned less angry.
The Latina's sexual frustration had seemed to fade away as well when their daughter woke up from her evening nap and she bounced the girl on her knee. Quinn fawned all over the baby and Santana proudly watched loving how much people adored her little girl.
Josh and Santana got to talking about business, seeing as they worked in the same firm while Brittany and Quinn spoke about their children and how cute it would be if her son and Brittany and Santana's daughter grew up and got married. The blonde was happy that the unexpected evening turned out to be good. Her wife was less irritable as the night went on and she was thankful for that. A sex depraved Santana is nothing to mess with.
It was late by the time Quinn and her husband decided to leave, well late for parents who have to pick their child up at their parent's house. Luckily by the time they left Santana and Brittany's little munchkin was fast asleep and would most likely stay that way until the next morning.
Making their way to their bedroom Santana told her blonde that she is going to check the nursery one last time and that she'll be right in. It's only a few minutes, but she's gone long enough that when she comes back into the bedroom that Brittany is not in bed. She notices the light on in the bathroom and shrugs before preparing herself for bed.
As soon as she gets settled she turns her attention from the television to the bathroom door she hears being opened. She drops the remote, her mouth goes dry from hanging open and her eyes widen. Standing in the doorway of their en suit bathroom is her wife in nothing but some black lingerie she hasn't worn since before she was pregnant. Santana's lips move but nothing comes out as her eyes rake the length of Brittany's body.
"Hmm speechless?" Brittany comments with a smirk, her wife's eyes finally finding hers. She moves from the doorway towards the bed, stopping just in front of Santana and puts her hands on her hips cocking out one side. "Are you just gonna sit there and stare? Or are you going to strip so I can fuck you?" She asks seductively and after one split second of hesitation Santana nearly falls out of the bed to rip her own clothes off and pull a giggling Brittany down with her.
Maybe they didn't have sex as much as they did before the baby. Maybe when they did try and get some action they were interrupted and left with an ache between their legs. Maybe they didn't have time for foreplay or take their time these days. But what Brittany appreciated was the fact that she still had the ability to drive her wife completely and insanely wild and that was well worth all of their interrupted moments.