Brittany lays on top of Santana, grinding her dick against her fiance's perfect ass. Perfectly round and juicy, and just... delicious.

"You feel so good, baby. I'm gonna ma– "

Brittany starts to moan out but her phone rings, cutting her off.

"Ignore it, Britt." Santana pleads as she grinds up against Brittany, her center throbbing and yearning for that dick.

Brittany attacks the gorgeous brunette's neck with her mouth, "You're not– "

Santana's phone rings.

"Holy fuck! Can't I have sex in peace?"

Both phones ring.

The brunette lets out a frustrated noise that inexplicably, Brittany finds attractive. "Let's just fucking answer it so we can move on."

The chef stands up, trying to ignore her erection, and makes her way to the dresser where they tossed their purses earlier. She hands Santana her iPhone, "I have four missed calls from Rachel. Shit, how did we not notice?"

Brittany moves in and kisses her cheek, "We were kinda' busy." She looks at her phone, "I have six calls from Quinn."

"What could they want?" Santana asks as she calls Rachel. "What, Rachel? We just saw you... What, you just understood what we said?... No... Yes... Whatever, I am a grown ass woman and if I want to marry her, I will. Rachel, I love you but I'm doing this because I legitimately care for Brittany despite how long I've known her. I don't have to explain myself to you. Good night, Rachel." Santana ended the call and tossed her phone aside. "Apparently she just realized we told her we were getting married. She said, and I quote, 'I couldn't get her dick out of my head.' Good luck with that one, Quinn."

"Are you jealous?" Brittany teases as she cuddles up to Santana.

"Hell no. She knows what's keeping me warm at night and she has nothing comparable."

Brittany laughs and texts Quinn.

Why are you blowing up my phone?

Rachel told me to.

Why?

Because she's worried about Santana rushing into things; says it's not in her character to rush. But I don't really care because I trust your judgment and Santana is smart enough to realize she can get a divorce if she wants.

Thanks. Bye. I'm going to sex up my fiance now.

I like this new you, Britt.

So do I.

"Turns out Quinn was only blowing up my phone because Rachel's worried about you." Brittany says as she pulls the blanket over their naked bodies.

Santana sighs, "I understand that she's worried but she should be able to trust me by now."

"But can you blame her? I mean, we barely know each other and we're already getting married."

"You too, Britt?"

"No, I'm just playing Devil's Advocate." She holds Santana's hands. "I've never felt this way before and I'm not stupid enough to let you slip out of my hands. I want you in my life but in a bigger sense, I need you. Before you, I couldn't even look at my genitals and because of you, I have no problem walking around with an erection. You've made me accept myself. And because of that, I'll forever be yours." Brittany's eyes start to water because it's true. She hated her lower half but it just took Santana's acceptance for her to realize that there is absolutely nothing wrong with her.

"Britt, I wish you never had to deal with that but here we are now. You and I are a team." She leans forward and kisses Brittany. "Let's go to bed. I'm not sure about you but Faberry totally ruined the mood." Santana jokes as she pulls them up and leads them to her bedroom.

"Totally, but I still have to go to the bathroom and take care of this," she looks down at her erection. Before she had the will to make her arousal go away but it's as if all those years of denying herself have finally caught up to her.

"No, that's fine. I'll totally handle it for you, my beautiful fiance." Santana says as she starts to bend down but Brittany stops her.

"Baby, it's fine. I'll just take a quick cold shower and then we'll cuddle up and fall asleep."

"Why?"

"Because you're more than just a helping mouth to me, sweetie. I want it to be both of us and you said you weren't in the mood. That's more than fine." Brittany looks down, "Actually, it's already going down. Let's shower so we can sleep."

/

"Britt-Britt," Santana calls out to Brittany as she walks into her bakery. "I have some to talk to you about." She hears Brittany from the back telling her that she'd be out in a second. Santana helps herself to a some bottled water and sits down. She sets her purse on the chair next to her and sips her water while waiting. Soon after Brittany walks out in her whites, wiping her hands. She comes behind Santana and sneaks a quick kiss to her cheek.

"What's up, San?" She sits, stealing some of her water.

"What are you doing this weekend?"

Brittany playfully bumps her shoulder against Santana's, "What are you doing this weekend?"

"Hopefully we can visit my parents so we can tell them about our engagement. I told them about you but not the we're getting married. We can visit some other weekend though, if you want?"

"Sure. Marley's been taking over recently anyway." Brittany stands, "let's go buy our tickets now." She takes the brunette's hand and they go to her little apartment. Santana sits on the couch and waits as Brittany grabs her laptop and credit card. She settles next to Santana on the couch and grabs LT and cuddles with him too. They decide on the best times and agree on a rental car.

"Boom. All done. Britt!" Santana squeals, "I'm so excited! You're meeting my parents! They are going to love you. I'm so happy. So, so happy!"

"San, I'm nervous now. I think it finally sunk in that I'm meeting your parents. Shit, I want to meet them too but I don't know. I don't know anything about relationships and in-laws. I hate Quinn's parents and she and I weren't even dating! And plus, there's also the fact that I have a penis. Is that something that should know? I mean, won't they want to know why we don't have to go through the adoption process or have to use a sperm donor?"

Santana straddles Brittany and gently cups her face, so she can look Brittany straight in the eyes. "You don't have to say anything about yourself that you don't feel comfortable with. If you want to tell them about Admiral Pierce," Brittany instantly blushes at Santana's nickname for her member, "we'll tell them. If not, it's no one's business how we decide to have kids. Just be yourself. Be the amazingly brilliant and adorable master chef that I chose to marry. You'll have them eating out the palm of your hand before the weekend is over, I guarantee you." Santana smiles as she leans in to kiss Brittany.

"You always know what to say." Santana smugly shrugs her shoulders and smiles. "Well, how about we crack open one of the thousands of boxes of condoms you bought and call it an early night?"

"Sounds fantastic. I made an appointment with my lady doctor so I can ask about birth control."

"When is it? I'll go with you."

Santana pulls back and looks at her funny, "You want to go with me to the doctor?"

"Of course, you're going to be doing something to your body because of our relationship. Shouldn't I be there for that? It's half my responsibility too, isn't it?" Brittany frowns a little in confusion. Isn't that what you're supposed to do?

"Oh, it's Tuesday, in the morning. I just never heard any of my girl friends say anything about their boyfriends worrying about birth control with them. I'm so glad I have you." She chuckles a little, somewhat in disbelief about how lucky she is.

"Me too!" Brittany says as she leans in to trail kisses down Santana's neck while unbuttoning her blouse. She pulls it open and looks down to see those perky breasts covered by black lace. She wraps her arms around Santana's body and stands up, walking to her bedroom. She gently lays Santana down, telling her to take off the rests of her clothes while she grabs a couple of condoms from her dresser. She turns around to see Santana with her legs spread apart and her hand pinching her nipple.

Brittany's hand automatically finds her hardening member and begins to tug it. She quickly finds her way to her bed and begins to lap at Santana's pussy. She's not thorough and she knows it, she just has to get her wet enough. Eating her will be better afterward anyway. Santana begins to grind against her face and just when Santana begins to quiver, Brittany pulls away.

"Brittany!" Santana protests but quickly quiets down when she sees Brittany rolling on a condom on her meat. She smiles and spreads her legs even more, before she knows it she's being deliciously filled.

"Fuck. So perfect. You're perfect." the blonde whispers next to Santana's ear as she begins to move. Her stroking is slow and deliberate. She wants Santana to feel every single part of her. And she wants to feel every single ridge in that perfect pussy.

"More. I want more. I want all of you." Santana says as her arms and legs wrap around Brittany, holding her impossibly close.

Brittany goes faster and faster, never pulling all the way out. She wants to feel Santana come around her member. She needs that. She craves that.

"Britt, I'm so close. So, so close." The blonde finds Santana's mouth and devours it as she hooks her arms under Santana's thighs. The reaction is immediate. "Fuck! Yeah, yeah, just like that. Pound it, just like that!" Santana lets out as she feels her entire body begin to tremble. "Fuuuckkkk!"

Brittany smiles at her fiance and begins to lose control of her thrusting when she feels Santana climax. "Yessss," Brittany hisses as she releases herself into the condom.

They collapse desperately trying to catch their breaths.

"I can't wait to feel your cum in me." Santana whispers heavily into Brittany's ear. She smirks when she feels Brittany's dick still twitch inside her. She hates it when Brittany pulls out.

She watches Brittany toss out the used condom and then grab a new packet.

"You always know just what to say." Brittany smirks as she rolls on the new condom. "Ok, how do you want me now?"