A/N: So sorry it took an extra week to get this out. As a bonus, it's twice as long! Thank so much for the reviews, and for all the quiet alerts, and favorites. Love the PMs and great messages I get on tumblr and twitter. You all are amazing. Enjoy!
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"Santana Lopez!?" April exclaimed
Santana winced and pulled the phone away from her ear.
"Yes April. Santana Lopez. I was calling because Kurt Hummel told me you found a job for me," Santana explained.
"How is my favorite Mexican lesbian?"
"Um, I'm not Mexican," she reminded April.
"Well I think you have to be. I already have a favorite Puerto Rican lesbian, a favorite Cuban lesbian, Dominican, Venezuelan, Guatemalan…"
"You know a lot of lesbians," Santana remarked.
"Honey, I'm an artist. I've swum laps in the international lady pool like it was the damn Olympics," April flippantly explained. "So what can I do you for?" April asked.
"Kurt said you might have a job for me with a theatre," Santana explained.
"Oh riiiight," April replied, recalling her hazy memory. "Yeah, a friend of mine bought this theatre, and he's in the process of renovating it, and he needs an assistant."
"What kind of assistant?" Santana asked.
"Well, to be honest, it's pretty much being his gopher. Taking calls, getting coffee; following up on deliveries and orders. Stuff like that," April explained.
"Well I can do that," Santana replied with confidence.
"Kurt said you didn't mind getting dirty. Something about cargo pants, but I didn't really get the reference," April continued.
Santana let out an exasperated breath and made a mental note to smack Kurt when she saw him again. "I've been helping remodel a bookstore, so I'm used to carpenters and sawdust and dirt and sweat and hard work," Santana assured her.
"When are you getting into town honey? 'Cause he's gonna need to meet you first," April asked.
"Next week. We're looking at apartments around 4th of July," Santana explained.
"Great. Email me your resume and I'll get it to him, and I'll have him get back to you."
"Thanks so much April. I don't know how I can ever repay you for this," Santana replied.
"Just do good honey. That's payment enough," said April.
Santana walked into the house after work and flung her bag onto the floor near the front door. She saw Brittany and Quinn sitting across from each other at the kitchen island. Quinn pressed her finger onto the open Chemistry book page, explaining something quietly to Brittany. Brittany followed Quinn's finger on the page; her elbows on the counter and her hands in her hair gripped her head. Santana frowned with concern. Brittany looked frustrated.
Santana walked toward the stairs, and softly called into the kitchen, "I'll start dinner as soon as I'm out of the shower."
Brittany looked up and gave Santana a small, weak smile and quickly returned to her book. Quinn turned to Santana, nodded and mouthed "thank you".
Santana stood under the pulsing stream of hot water and washed off the day's sweat and dust. After she finished washing her hair and body, she turned up the heat and rolled her shoulders and let the water soothe her tired muscles. Santana thoughts converged on helping Brittany study for tomorrow's exams and the practicalities of what to make for dinner. Why did her mother have a late meeting today? What was quick and healthy? Did they eat all the leftovers? Santana turned off the water and spent drying off and getting dressed going through dinner ideas. She decided then and there, that being a responsible grown up really sucked when Mama wasn't around to cook dinner.
Santana entered the kitchen to find Brittany in the same position, watching Quinn solve a formula. She didn't interrupt them. Instead, she went straight to the refrigerator and said a silent prayer for some obvious dinner options to magically appear. She stood in front of the open refrigerator with one hand on her hip, the other resting on the open door. Her eyes went from shelf to shelf. She made a mental note that her family definitely had a condiment problem and Santana really wasn't sure if they needed that much yogurt. What she didn't find was dinner. No leftovers. No thawed out chicken ready to be cooked. The prayer didn't work and magic didn't exist. Santana let out a breath to calm herself.
Brittany could hear Santana rummaging through the drawers and mumbling to herself. She looked up and over Quinn's shoulder to see Santana filling her arms with vegetables and frozen chicken breasts. Brittany tried to figure out what Santana was concocting, but Quinn nudged her elbow and brought her back to the depressing reality that was tomorrow's chemistry exam.
Santana put the frozen chicken breasts in Ziploc bags and immersed them in warm water. She learned her lesson last week, when she tried to defrost them in the microwave and they came out half cooked and rubbery. Santana chopped vegetables and set them aside in a bowl. She turned and leaned her back on the counter.
Brittany looked over at her girlfriend, who seemed deep in thought.
"You okay?" Brittany asked.
"Huh? Yeah, oh yeah. Fine. Dinner will be in about a half hour. Is that okay?" Santana replied.
Quinn nodded, "That's great Santana, thank you. What are we having?"
Santana's mouth dropped into a frown. She had no clue. "It's a surprise," she said with a quick smile and turned around to stare at the slowly thawing chicken in the sink. Santana wanted to make a nice dinner for Brittany. Treat her to something good, so she could continue studying. Santana retreated to the back porch. She needed to clear her head and focus on dinner, not Brittany's studying woes. Santana reminded herself of Mrs. Pierce's advice. "Talk to Britt first. Worry later."
Santana stared off into the back yard and her eyes drifted to the grill sitting off to the side of the porch. It was starting to rust in spots. Her father always took care of it, like it was a prized jewel. Polishing it, cleaning it, adjusting the settings. He's not going to like it when he gets home on the weekend and sees she hasn't obsessed over it like he does. Santana thought it was a grill, not a Porche. Then it dawned on her that the slightly rusted yet well-loved-by-her-father-grill was the perfect solution for dinner. Everything tastes good on the grill.
Maribel Lopez smelled the grill hard at work as she stepped out of her car and onto the driveway. She smiled to herself. Grilling certainly wasn't rocket science, but it beat take-out. It gave her comfort that even when she wasn't around, Santana could make some good choices. Maribel had a nagging fear that even after all her work this summer - preparing Santana and Brittany for independent living - her daughter would more often than not, revert to take-out and cereal for dinner. But then again, Maribel thought, Santana would do everything "right" if it were for Brittany. Maribel smiled again. Santana loving Brittany wasn't only good for her daughter's heart; it would also keep her eating her vegetables.
Maribel kicked off her heels inside the front door and walked into the kitchen. An open chemistry book and sheets of paper full of scribbled notes littered the counter. Maribel could see from the handwriting and notes, Quinn's corrections and Brittany's frustrations. Crossed out formulas and circled rules. Stars next to phrases, highlighted correct examples, "smile" and "frown" faces dotted the notes as well. Quinn's careful script and Brittany's bubbly, loopy writing looked like they were in competition across the study notes.
Mrs. Lopez's attention turned to the girls' laughter outside. She looked through the kitchen window and watched Santana, Brittany and Quinn talking over their meal of kabobs and salad at the picnic table. Maribel gave a satisfied nod of approval. "Not bad kid," she thought to herself. Maribel felt a warm sense of pride in how her daughter has matured. That feeling kept the cold sadness of reality at bay, for now. Santana would leave her soon.
Brittany walked Quinn out of the house.
"You'll do great Britt. You've got this. Honest," Quinn said, holding Brittany's gaze.
Brittany looked to the side, not convinced.
"Would I be leaving if I didn't think you were going to pass?" Quinn asked, stepping away and tilting her head to seek out Brittany's wayward glance. "Hmm?" Quinn asked again, waiting for Brittany to look at her.
After a few moments of silence, Brittany huffed, realizing Quinn wasn't leaving until she at least looked at her. She turned her gaze down to Quinn's and shrugged with a sense of defeat.
"I'm not going to remember it all," Brittany complained.
"Britt, you don't have to remember it all. You just have to remember most of it," Quinn said with laugh. "And you do remember most of it. So stop worrying, and give me a hug," Quinn said with her arms open.
Brittany grinned and leaned down and embraced Quinn.
"Thank you," Brittany said over Quinn's shoulder.
"Thank me Monday when you get your grades back," Quinn smiled and pulled away. "Now go get your girlfriend. Last test on MacBeth. Santana's waiting for you."
Santana walked out of the upstairs bathroom and ran into her mother who was leaning up against the doorframe.
"What are you up to?" Mrs. Lopez asked.
"Nothing," Santana quickly answered, and walked toward her room.
"Candles and a bubble bath?" Maribel asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Britt's had a rough few days. She's getting really stressed out about her tests tomorrow, so I thought it'd be nice, you know, so she could relax," Santana smiled shyly and shrugged her shoulders.
Maribel drew Santana into her for a hug. "That's very thoughtful of you."
Santana pulled back and nodded. "I'm gonna go get Britt," Santana said, and turned to walk down the stairs.
"Did you take your shower already?" Maribel asked.
"Yeah," Santana answered over her shoulder. "Why are you ask…" Santana paused on the stairs and turned to her mother.
"Really Mama?"
"What?" Maribel feigned innocence.
"I'm not taking a bath with Brittany when you're in the house. Give me some credit," Santana complained.
"I didn't say anything," Maribel countered. "Just looks awfully romantic in there."
Santana shook her head and walked downstairs, grumbling, "unbelievable" under her breath.
Maribel just chuckled to herself and followed her daughter downstairs to watch TV.
Santana led Brittany upstairs and pushed open the bathroom door. Brittany's eyes widened as she gasped.
"Oh Santana, it's beautiful," she sighed. "But your mom is home," Brittany pouted.
Santana playfully rolled her eyes. "You and my mother have a one-track mind. It's just for you Britt. You looked like you needed to relax," Santana said with a soft smile.
Santana kissed Brittany on the cheek and left her to soak her worries away and went downstairs to prepare for their study session. 30 minutes later, wrapped in a warm fluffy towel, Brittany entered her bedroom and found a note on top of a neatly folded pile of her own clothes.
Put these on and meet me out back
Love
S
Brittany placed the note aside on the bed and picked up the clothes one by one. Her favorite old sweatpants, a long-sleeve t-shirt, a zip up hoodie, rainbow-striped socks and her superman underwear. Brittany smiled at the gesture. Her superman underwear was her lucky underwear after all. It always put a little extra spring in her step when she wore it. Brittany picked up her dog-eared copy of MacBeth from her nightstand and went downstairs. She waved at Mrs. Lopez sitting in Dr. Lopez's chair with Lord Tubbington on her lap as she turned to go through the kitchen and out the back door.
In the back corner of the yard, under the trees, four tiki torches lit up Santana, lying on the hammock. As Brittany approached she saw the blankets and pillows Santana reclined on.
"Ready for your test review?" Santana asked with a smile, holding out her hand.
"I'm ready for something, but studying isn't it," Brittany smirked.
"Well," Santana drawled. "You might get a reward if you finish this review sheet," Santana smiled as she dangled the paper in front of her.
"Might?" Brittany pressed, as she settled into the hammock next to Santana. "I missed out on sharing a bath with you, and you're going to hold out on me more?"
"Have to see how well you do," Santana coyly replied.
Santana wrapped her arm around Brittany and encouraged her to rest her head on Santana's shoulder.
"Ready?" Santana asked.
"Go for it," Brittany smiled.
Santana proceeded to quiz Brittany with the study guide. Santana smiled at her answers. Brittany's retelling of MacBeth was much more palatable than just reading it. It wasn't just Brittany's little additions and flourishes to the story. Her voice softened when she was reaching for the right explanation. The longer the review lasted, the more Brittany's voice deepened and cracked from talking and sleepiness. Those little imperfections; those rough edges melted Santana's heart.
"San?"
No reply.
"Santana?"
"Yeah Britt?" Santana replied, bringing her out of her brief Brittany voice-induced trance.
"Next question?"
"What time is it?" Santana asked.
"10:30. Oh I'm gonna ace this," Brittany chuckled then yawned. "We done?"
"Just a couple more," Santana said, stroking Brittany's hair.
"That's making me sleepy," Brittany yawned again.
"It's supposed to be relaxing, but I'll take sleepy. You need a good night's sleep for your tests tomorrow," Santana explained, placing a quick kiss to the top of her head.
"Chemistry is gonna be a bitch," Brittany pouted.
"How did it go with Quinn tonight?"
"Good. Better than I expected. By the end it wasn't horrible. Just kind of awful," Brittany confessed. "I'll review my notes again in the morning."
Santana gave Brittany a quick squeeze and exhaled. "You don't have to know everything Britt. Just enough to pass," Santana reasoned.
"That's what Quinn said," Brittany smiled and snuggled into her girlfriend.
"Quinn's a smart girl," Santana smiled and pulled the blanket up over them more.
"Warm enough?" Santana whispered in Brittany's ear.
"Mmmhmmm," Brittany replied and drifted off to sleep.
It was just before midnight when Dr. Lopez walked in the front door. He set aside his luggage and opened the door to the kitchen. The dim light above the stove gave off just enough light to see Lord Tubbington dash through the door and jump up and settle into Dr. Lopez's favorite chair.
"You and I are going to have a problem," Dr. Lopez grumbled as he watched Lord Tubbington wash his paws in the chair. "Big problems," he sighed.
Dr. Lopez dragged his tired body upstairs and into his bedroom, where Maribel soundly slept. He slipped into bed and cuddled his wife.
"You got the earlier flight," she sleepily smiled and leaned to give him a warm, welcoming kiss.
"Yeah, I couldn't wait another day," he admitted. "Where are the girls? I passed their rooms but their beds are empty."
"Probably fast asleep in the hammock. Santana's trying to get Brittany to relax before her test tomorrow," Maribel explained.
She felt her husband move away and get out of bed.
"I thought the rule was they're to sleep in their own beds, not together," Dr. Lopez complained.
"That is the rule. They fell asleep studying. They're not having sex," Maribel explained, shaking her head.
"I'd appreciate you not putting that image in my head," her husband retorted.
"It's a sad fact of life baby."
"Doesn't mean you have to bring it up," Dr. Lopez grumbled, slipping on his robe.
"Hey, where are going? Don't you dare wake them," Maribel warned.
"I'm not, I just want to see my little girl," he said as he walked out of the bedroom.
Dr. Lopez walked through the dewy grass, and wondered if he had time to cut it tomorrow. Two of the torches still burned by the hammock. He stood a few feet away, and watched his daughter sleep, her arms wrapped around Brittany. He watched as Brittany's hand gently rose and fell on Santana's chest with his daughter's sleepy breaths. Dr. Lopez sighed. They looked like two puppies curled up into each other; and two grown women with grown up lives and dreams and problems at the same time. He smiled away the small ache in his heart. It crept up on him so slowly and quietly, but its arrival wasn't any more unwelcome. She's not his little girl anymore.
Maribel watched from their bedroom window. Her mouth formed a sympathetic frown when she saw her husband wipe away a tear and run his hand through his hair.
"Yeah, I know baby," she whispered. "Me too. Me too."
Dr. Lopez woke up to the smell of coffee. He took in a deep breath and exhaled with a sleepy smile. He blinked his eyes open to find his wife not next to him, but standing in front of the window, tying her robe.
"You make coffee?" he asked with a stretch.
"The girls did," she said as she turned to him with a smile.
He looked at the clock on his bedside table. "It's not even seven. Did I wake up in some alternate universe?"
Maribel chuckled. "Yes, one where your daughter gets up early, has a job, and makes breakfast and dinner."
"I'm never leaving for that long again," Dr. Lopez grumbled as he got out of bed. "I'm missing too much."
"Being here doesn't make it that much easier," Maribel admitted, kissing her husband. "Come on."
The Lopez parents walked into the kitchen to see Brittany pressed up against the counter. Her eyes were closed and her hands gripped Santana's butt as Santana kissed Brittany's neck below her ear. Brittany's eyes opened slowly, then wide when she saw Mr. and Mrs. Lopez standing there, their arms crossed in an uncomfortable, amused annoyance. Brittany's hands quickly gripped Santana's waist and pushed her back a little.
"Morning," Brittany greeted and cleared her throat.
Santana stilled her mouth and froze a moment and looked at Brittany's eyes fixed on her mother behind her.
"Coffee's ready," Santana squeaked, as her head dipped and she pulled away from Brittany and grabbed some mugs. She cleared her throat and turned to face her mother.
"Papi!" Santana greeted with a wide grin, forgetting her embarrassment and gave her father a bruising hug. "I thought you weren't coming home until tonight!"
Dr. Lopez hugged his daughter back and closed his eyes. He missed the smell of her shampoo and her unselfconscious bursts of happiness. That hug reminded him of an eight-year old Santana, not the one he left a month ago, nor the grown woman he just found being fondled by her girlfriend.
"I missed you too sweetheart," Dr. Lopez grinned and kissed her on top of her head. "What are you doing up so early?"
"Britt's got school and I have work," Santana replied, pulling away.
Santana pulled out some eggs from the refrigerator and set a frying pan on the stove. Brittany pulled out a store brand version of Lucky Charms and set it on the counter.
"Britt, I'm making omelets. Brain food for test day," Santana reminded her.
"I can have both," Brittany smirked, filing her cereal bowl. Santana smiled, shook her head and returned to making eggs.
"Am I in the right house?" Dr. Lopez whispered to his wife, watching Santana make breakfast.
Maribel nodded and pulled her husband's hand to sit down and wait to be served breakfast by their daughter.
Brittany rushed into the bookstore, notebook in hand, and slapped it down on the counter. Quinn sat up, startled at Brittany's abrupt entrance.
"Brittany? What are you doing?" Quinn asked.
"I don't know if I got this one right," Brittany explained, flipping through her notebook to find the right page. "Here, look at this and tell me the answer," Brittany demanded pointing to a formula.
Quinn smiled at Brittany being anxious about just one question. She looked at the problem and worked though it and turned the notebook back to Brittany. Brittany's tongue poked out of her mouth and her eyebrows scrunched in concentration.
"Shit," Brittany complained.
"What?" Quinn asked.
"I definitely got that one wrong," Brittany sighed.
"How about the rest of them?" Quinn pressed.
Brittany shrugged.
"Come on Britt. How do you feel about the rest of the test?"
Brittany let a small smile creep across her face. "Pretty good," Brittany admitted.
"And MacBeth?" Santana asked, sneaking up behind Brittany, wrapping her arms around her waist.
"Partial credit saves me on that every time I think," Brittany grinned, and turned to peck Santana on the lips.
"I think this calls for a celebration," Quinn suggested.
"Ice cream!" Brittany cheered.
Brittany and Santana walked into the house around dinnertime, and found Mrs. Lopez adjusting Dr. Lopez's tie.
"Where are you going?" Santana asked.
"Dinner," Maribel replied, smoothing over her husband's jacket lapels.
"Ooh, date night," Brittany grinned.
"What do you have on your shirt?" Maribel frowned and moved closer to inspect Brittany's top.
"Hello Kitty," Brittany said matter-of-factly pulling out her t-shirt hem and looking down at the cartoon.
Maribel shook her head. "Ice cream?" Maribel asked with a sigh, pointed at the chocolate syrup stain in the middle of Brittany's shirt.
"Brittany felt good about her tests, so we celebrated," Santana shrugged and led Brittany to the couch. They plopped down and Brittany searched the on screen guide for a movie.
"We're doing laundry tomorrow," Maribel stated.
"We know how to do laundry Mama," Santana replied.
"I'm pretty sure you didn't all of a sudden overcome your hatred for pink. Even though a lot of your underwear says otherwise," Maribel teased.
"That was one time," Santana complained.
"It was last week. And we're going to make sure it doesn't happen again," Maribel explained. She opened her purse, dug around and pulled out a small tube. "Here Brittany," she said, tossing the small plastic tube. "Stain stick. Since it doesn't look like you two are moving from the couch in the near future, put this on your shirt. We'll deal with it tomorrow. We're having an official, complete laundry lesson."
"Thanks Mrs. L," Brittany smiled.
"Don't you have a date to go on?" Santana asked, trying to push her mother to drop laundry and leave her alone.
"We're leaving. And you two are doing laundry with me tomorrow. End of discussion," Maribel replied.
Dr. Lopez pulled the car into the restaurant parking lot. He reached to unbuckle his seatbelt and felt his back pocket. He sat up and slid his hand into an empty satin lining.
"Great," he breathed.
"What?" Maribel asked with concern.
He patted the chest of his blazer and felt the inside pocket. "I forgot my wallet," he grumbled, re-buckling his seatbelt and sliding the keys back in the ignition.
"What are you doing?" Maribel asked with alarm.
"Going back to get my wallet. We're early. We've got time," Dr. Lopez explained.
"No, I'll pay," Maribel quickly offered.
"Baby, that's silly. We have plenty of time," he said, putting his hand on the center console gearshift.
"No!" Maribel said louder than she had intended, her hand stilling his on the gearshift. "No," she said again quietly. "You've been gone for a month, working hard. Really, I should treat you," she smiled looking directly in his eyes, trying to convey how serious she was. Maribel was not going to have a repeat of salon day. She's certain her husband would never recover. She was still working on getting past it herself.
"What's gotten into you?" Dr. Lopez asked with a curious smile.
"Nothing. Can't a wife treat her husband to dinner every once in a while?" she said sweetly, getting out of the car.
"I guess…" Dr. Lopez replied, still wary, grabbing his wife's hand as they met outside the car and made their way to the restaurant's front door. "But…"
"But nothing," Maribel cut him off. She turned and tapped his nose with her forefinger. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it," she teased.
Dr. Lopez laughed and gave her a playful tap on her bottom.
Back at home, Brittany finished filling the dishwasher with their dinner dishes and returned to the couch where Santana sat watching TV.
"Dinner was great honey, thanks," Brittany said, curling up to Santana's side.
"I microwave leftovers like a boss," Santana chuckled and wrapped her arms around Brittany's shoulder, pulling her tighter to her body.
"Do you want dessert?" Santana asked.
"Uh huh," Brittany said, as she started to kiss Santana's neck and snake her hand under Santana's shirt.
Santana gasped and laughed into Brittany's kisses. "Good, 'cause this is my favorite dessert."
Brittany pulled Santana's legs onto the couch and crawled on top of her. She pressed her body from hips to chest into Santana, and kissed her way up Santana's neck and jaw to her lips. Santana moaned into the kiss, and slipped her tongue between Brittany's lips. Brittany's hips automatically responded and angled into Santana's. Santana's whimper of pleasure clashed with the sound her gurgling stomach. Brittany laughed into their kiss and pulled away.
"You okay?" she asked, pulling away, and playfully poking Santana's belly.
"Yeah, ooh no," Santana complained as she sat up. Brittany sat back and eyed her girlfriend with concern.
"I think I ate too much," Santana pouted, rubbing her stomach.
"Probably shouldn't have had that triple scoop hot fudge sundae earlier," Brittany said with a sympathetic smile. "Just a guess though."
Santana gave her a playful glare, "Yeah, yeah. You're right." Santana sat up completely. "Ooof, I really don't feel good," she winced.
"Are you going to puke?" Brittany gently asked.
"I dunno," Santana replied. She got up and put her hands on her hips. "I'm gonna get some fresh air."
Santana walked outside with Brittany quietly following behind. "Want me to get you something?"
"I dunno," Santana mumbled.
"Come on, let's get you something," Brittany said, rubbing Santana's back and turning her toward the house.
"Sorry," Santana sighed.
"For what?"
"I ruined 'dessert'," Santana apologized.
"Honey, don't worry about that," Brittany consoled.
"Yeah, but we don't get much alone time, and now Papi's back. I just…" Santana was frustrated with herself. "My stomach's being a twat block."
Brittany laughed. "I'm pretty confident you'll be making it up to me next chance we get," Brittany winked.
"Promise," Santana smiled and exhaled through a stomach cramp.
Brittany brought Santana some nausea medicine and gave her a kiss goodnight.
"You're not gonna stay?" Santana pouted.
"Honey, your parents are going to be home soon, and last time we cuddled you looked like you were going to puke. Let the medicine kick in," Brittany explained with another kiss to Santana's forehead.
She stroked Santana's hair and down her cheek. "You're so beautiful," Brittany whispered with a smile.
"Even when I'm about to hurl?" Santana asked, with a disbelieving smile.
Brittany nodded, "Always."
Santana sat up in her bed and sipped her medicine, cursing herself for eating the biggest hot fudge sundae she could get. Brittany went to her own room and got ready for bed. She slid off her shorts and put a tank top on and tucked herself into bed. Once the lights were off, Brittany spent about three seconds being selfishly mad at Santana for eating that damned sundae before she let her mind drift back to her and Santana making out on the couch. Taking care of Santana and her tummy ache couldn't completely quell how turned on she was from earlier. Her wet underwear was a nagging reminder.
Brittany ran her left hand over her breasts and down her stomach, then reversed course under her tank top and found an already stiff nipple. She hummed at the sensation of her palm rubbing over her breast, and flipped through the Rolodex of Santana love making memories. Their first time always came to mind. Soft and sweet and nervous, and awkward and tentative. Everything felt electric and heightened and sensitive that night. Too sensitive. Too sweet. Too sacred to get off to. There was that time after they started dating officially. That was intense. Beautifully, patiently, sensually intense. But too much like the first time. Brittany always considered that their second first time. The first time Santana truly let go, and Brittany saw everything Santana was and is and could be. Brittany huffed. Her brain was twat blocking her as much as Santana's sour stomach. Brittany's right hand ran down her chest, pausing to give her breast a squeeze, before stopping over her the damp cotton of her panties and pressing down.
Santana finished her medicine and picked up her New York City apartment list. She reviewed her notes and prioritized the listings. Her stomach started to settle, and now she just felt full, rather than on the verge of throwing up. Santana sighed a breath of relief and yawned. It was late. Santana sorted out her pillows, laid down and shut off her light. Tomorrow was a new, non-nauseous day.
Brittany had honed in on the perfect Santana sex dream, the one that hadn't happened yet. Her mind was free to fantasize about Santana wearing that strap-on she caught Santana looking at on the internet a few months earlier. They had discussed it briefly, but Santana was a little shy about using it. Though it was obvious she was curious about it. But Santana wouldn't even consider having it in her parents' house, so they didn't buy it. They tabled the discussion until they moved to New York, so Santana wouldn't have to worry about her mother inadvertently finding a dildo. Brittany was looking more and more forward to New York.
Santana rolled over and untangled her feet from the sheets. She slipped off her shirt and kicked off her sleep pants. She grumbled at her mother's stinginess with the air conditioning. She looked at the clock. 9:30pm on a Friday night. "I am officially epically lame," she thought then let out an exasperated breath. That breath was echoed by faint whine. Santana's eyes darted from her nightstand clock to her door. She held her breath and listened closer. A choked gasp then a soft moan from across the hall soon followed. Santana could feel her face redden and her stomach do a different kind of flip. She knew those sounds, though she knew them only in person and only as a result of her efforts. Santana got up and shivered as she cracked her door open. Did the air conditioning kick on? She looked back at her bed and the rumpled shirt on her more than rumpled sheets.
"Fuck it," she thought to herself, leaving the shirt and shorts and crept across the hall in just her underwear, and pressed her ear against Brittany's bedroom door.
Santana could hear Brittany's pants and the steady, rhythmic rustle of the sheets. Hearing Brittany masturbate was now going on Santana's list of favorite things. Ever. The thought that her already stunning girlfriend could get even sexier, after all these years, was a wonderful surprise. The tingle between her legs quickly turned into a throb, as Santana continued to listen. Her hand slid down into her underwear and she smiled through the groan that escaped her lips.
Silence replaced the breathy pleasured sounds coming from Brittany's bedroom. Santana's eyes snapped open and her hand stilled. She tried to hold her breath, but she was already becoming light headed. She let out a gentle steady breath. Inhaled softly, waiting patiently for Brittany to ignore the groan Santana didn't mean to emit and get back to what Santana really, really needed to hear. Santana heard a little shuffle in the sheets and a sigh. Santana learned Brittany could hold her breath a lot longer than her. She was impressed but not surprised. She thought Britt could do most things better than her. Even breathing.
Santana's patience was wearing a little thin. Thankfully Brittany waited long enough not hearing anything to resume. Santana leaned her forehead against the door and said a silent thank you to her girlfriend. Then the door opened and Santana stumbled into Brittany, Santana's hand still inside her panties.
Santana felt the warmth of Brittany's skin through her tank top against her face. Then she felt the slickness on Brittany's fingers grip her left arm to steady her. Santana was frozen in a space in between complete embarrassment of being caught getting off to Brittany getting off, and the very painful need to finish what they started. Santana's right hand gripped Brittany's waist. She couldn't look at her, she couldn't decide if it would be more obvious to leave her hand in her underwear or slowly slide it out. She couldn't figure out how to be casual and unassuming in this situation. The evening's earlier nausea was threatening to make a reprise.
Brittany made that decision a little easier. Brittany wrapped her left arm around Santana's back and pulled her closer into her body.
"Hey naked girl. Feeling better?" Brittany chuckled.
Santana let out a nervous snort. Still not looking at Brittany, but slightly nodded against her chest.
Brittany slid her right hand down and cupped Santana's hand through her underwear.
"Like what you hear?" Brittany whispered.
Santana let out a shaky breath and nodded several times.
"Then come here and finish what I started," Brittany said, pulling Santana in her room and pushing her on the bed.
Brittany slammed the door shut lit one candle on her bedside table, and crawled up the bed and sat with her legs spread in front of her and Santana. Brittany pulled her shirt off and laid back to slide off her underwear. Santana just sat and watched.
"What are you waiting for?" Brittany asked.
Santana blinked.
"Oh, right," she mumbled and laid back to slide her underwear off as well, then sat back up.
Brittany scooted up the bed and pulled one of Santana's legs over hers and slid her other leg over Santana's leg.
"Do you want to watch or touch or feel it all?" Brittany purred.
"Fuck," Santana exhaled.
"That's on the table too," Brittany smirked.
"Everything. All of it," Santana said.
Brittany grinned and leaned in. Santana met her halfway, and melted into the kiss that quickly became wet, and heated and messy. Brittany whimpered against Santana's lips. Santana quickly congratulated herself for that tongue move she was sure sent Brittany into spirals of pleasure. It wasn't until Santana ran her hand down Brittany's arm to pull her closer that she felt it move, and realized where the whimper came from. Santana pulled away from the kiss and looked down to see Brittany's fingers run up and down and through her folds. Santana was pretty sure she died and went to heaven.
"You too," Brittany said, staring at the apex of Santana's thighs.
Santana's left hand quickly let loose of Brittany's arm and found a home rubbing away the ache between her legs. They rested their foreheads together and watched. Just watched each other and touched themselves. Each gasp and pant and whine and sound of slick skin spurred them on. They got faster and harder and more desperate, until Santana couldn't stand it any more. She reached out with her right hand and cupped it over Brittany's.
"Let me," Santana pleaded.
Brittany let her, and pushed Santana's other hand aside so she could touch her girlfriend as well. Brittany pulled Santana into another heated kiss. Her tongue matched the rhythm of her fingers. Brittany and Santana were in and on and over all of each others wet places. Santana pulled Brittany closer until their knuckles brushed.
"Closer," Santana panted. She couldn't stand not feeling all of Brittany all over her. She pulled at Brittany's shoulders and scratched at her back. "Closer."
Brittany pulled Santana's hand away and pressed into her. Santana groaned and bit down on Brittany's shoulder and Brittany gasped at the sensation. It had been so long, too long if they had the mental power to think about it. Wet, hot, swollen skin against wet, hot and swollen skin. Slick and tender and aching and perfect. Brittany tucked her legs tighter around Santana and hugged her until she could feel every inch of Santana's skin touching every inch of hers. Santana and Brittany sat still and held each other for a few moments. Santana's eyes closed, reveling in the feeling. She was definitely in heaven now. Heaven before now seemed like a nice waiting room for this real heaven.
Brittany shifted her hips and rocked gently into Santana. "I'm so close. Santana…please," she gasped in Santana's ear.
Santana met Brittany's rocking and pulled an arm away to lean back and give Brittany everything she needed. Brittany strained to keep her eyes open, because watching Santana move her hips in the flickering candlelight, her breasts' light bounce with the small movement was sending Brittany over the edge. Santana's pace quickened and with it so did Brittany's release. Santana watched as Brittany's back arched and her head was thrown back, as her body stiffened and shuddered. Santana kept rocking, so close to getting her finish, but Brittany stilled her hips with a hand.
"No, I can't. It's too much," Brittany panted.
Santana's disappointment could not be hidden.
Brittany untangled her legs from Santana, got on her knees and pushed Santana onto her back. Brittany quickly dipped her head between Santana's thighs and ran her tongue through her. She paused, before wrapping her lips around Santana's clit for just enough time to swallow and savor the taste of both of them mixed together. Brittany found her heaven too.
Brittany was kissing up Santana's body as she came down from her orgasm when they heard the door slam.
"Jesus!" Santana yelled through her panting breaths.
"Your parents," Brittany stated.
They didn't move. Brittany was still holding Santana tight underneath her, as they calmed their breathing and listened to the sounds downstairs.
Maribel grabbed her shoes and walked upstairs to put them and her purse in her bedroom. She passed Santana's bedroom.
"Did you close your door?" Brittany whispered in Santana's ear.
"Fuck if I know. I was too busy listening to you," Santana hissed in her ear.
Maribel paused in front of Brittany's door. She heard one quick "Shhh!" from behind it and proceeded to her bedroom. She met her husband at the bottom of the stairs.
"I'm just going to hang up my jacket," Dr. Lopez said as he moved to walk past his wife and up the stairs.
"You know what honey, let me do that for you," Maribel suggested. "Can you make me a drink?" she cooed.
Dr. Lopez smiled and kissed his wife. "Absolutely."
"I'll be down in a second," Maribel sweetly smiled.
Maribel walked back up stairs, hung up her husband's jacket and on the way back down the hallway, shut Santana's door with more than enough force to let the girls know exactly who was covering their very bare asses that night.