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3rd November 2018
Brittany lifted the tray up from the plastic table she had just cleaned; barely glancing around at the not so busy cafe. She walked towards the counter and passed the tray to her fellow worker, Marley. A pretty young thing who had barely passed high school, due to her needed desire for security which everyone seemed to fail to notice.
Brittany thumbed her notepad; before plating up another tray with table number 23's order. After placing a cup of tea, with a dash of milk and lemon. She walked over and placed it down.
"Thanks, Miss..." A smooth southern voice started, before hazel eyes ran from Brittany's face down to her badge; "Brittany..."
Brittany flashed him a small smile before turning to walk away; when warm fingers wrapped around her wrist.
"Sorry... Can I have the check, please?" He asked, letting his free hand pick up his cup to take a long sip.
"Sure... I'll bring it over." Brittany said, turning around and walking to the counter.
"My name's Sam, by the way. Sam Evans." He called as she grabbed the small slip of check.
She nodded and placed it beside his table; "Anything else, Sam?"
Sam grinned; and leaned forward, he took a few seconds before passing her the check and the money to pay for it; "Give me a call. You never know when you'll need a plumber."
Brittany looked down at the digits Sam had scribbled across the check; but before she could talk to him; Sam was walking out of the entrance door.
Brittany couldn't even remember slipping the check into her back pocket as she opened the cash register to place the money inside.
I guess you could say that's when it started. That's when everything was going wrong, but it hadn't, not yet.
Brittany walked home after an 8 hour shift; opening the front door the smell of curry went straight up her nose. Making a small smile appear on her face as Santana was bounded to be cooking something great. That or she ordered take out again.
Slipping her worn jacket onto a hanging peg; she felt warm hands wrapped around her waist; as a lingering kiss was placed against her neck; "Hi."
"I'm glad you're home." She replied, kissing the back of Brittany's neck, just at the point when it becomes your upper back.
"What you cooking, baby?" Brittany asked, turning round to peck her wife's lips
"A curry. I thought we could try..." Santana mused, as she softly began to tug the blouse from Brittany's pants; "See if I'm improving... in the cookery department."
Brittayn let out a small giggle as she stops Santana's hands from slipping down her pants; "You're already a great cook down there..."
Santana leaned forward to kiss Brittany's lips once more; "It'll be ready in twenty minutes... Go take a shower."
"Thanks." Brittany whispered, as she brushed passed her, to go upstairs and into their bedroom. Closing the door, she undresses quickly, and surprises herself by taking her clothes to the washing basket they have by the bathroom. It reminds them to take them down stairs to wash.
A slip of paper fell to the floor; and Brittany huffed loudly as she leaned down to pick it up. Recognisation appeared on her face as she runs her eyes over the firm written digits.
"What's that?" Santana's warm voice snapped her from her gaze; scrunching it into a ball, Brittany shook her head quickly.
"Nothing, just a check from work." Brittany replied before dumping her clothes in the basket and throwed the ball into the rubbish bin; "Did you need something?"
Santana smirked softly; "I was gonna help you wash... your back."
Brittany doesn't reply as Santana was already kissing her deeply by that point. Barely within minutes, Santana is naked and pressed up against Brittany underneath the blazing warm shower of water as three fingers are pumping inside Brittany as a pace Santana's arm is burning with exertion.
It's worth it as Brittany cries out Santana's name with a loud moan; her hips jerk lightly and ever so softly as Santana's fingers continued to ease her down. Her body is glowing and as her wife presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth, Brittany doesn't know why her mind is still on the number left on that check.
Silver forks scrapping along cream coloured plates. The bright coloured curry sauce being smeared along as they eat in relative silence, not uncomfortable but not necessarily needed.
"How was work?" Brittany asked, looking up at Santana who was already looking over at her. The action causes a pink tint to appear on the apples of Brittany's cheek, Santana doesn't say anythng about it.
"It was fun. I'm having my picture taken for the paper. Apparently since its the first story that I've done alone. It requires it." Santana said, gently pushing her plate away as she leaned forward on her elbows to sip from her glass.
"That's awesome, honey." Brittany replied, wiping her mouth with the napkin beside her wine glass; "When is this happening then?"
"Tomorrow or thursday. Since Mark's cousin... twice removed... is a wedding photographer. So she's doing it for a favour to his family. I don't know. I just know that it'll help with getting more opportunities to write." Santana said, her excitement was clearly evident.
"I'm so happy for you." Brittany said, as she stood up to take their plates into the kitchen, Santana followed, wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist as she cleans the dishes; "Are you working on Sunday because we have the dinner for Tina's job."
"I'm not working." Santana answered before soft and wet kisses along Brittany's neck and shoulders; "How long's it gonna be on for?"
"A few hours." She replied, switching the tap off before drying her hands on a kitchen towel; she turned around to meet Santana's comfortable expression; "Wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure..." Santana said, following Brittany to the living room to watch a movie. Brittany cuddled closely to her wife; hugging her petite body as her more slender ones; she could feel Santana's heart beat through her chest; gently running her fingernails down her arm, she watched as onscreen a cold killer tried to run away, and her wife tried to resist falling asleep.
"Bedtime." Brittany whispered, kissing Santana's cheek.
With a lazy groan, Santana helped switch the lights and tv out before they both made their way upstairs. The comfort of their big bed waiting fo them. As soon as Santana climbed in next to Brittany, she was out like a light. Brittany's cat like peepers were firmly locked on their rubbish bin. It was practically calling out for her.
"What's on your mind?" Santana asked
Brittany snapped her eyes from the plastic bin to chocolate coloured eyes peering up at her; "Nothing."
"You're not sleeping... Which means something is." Santana said softly, shifting so she moved from her position of lying half on, half off Brittany.
Brittany glanced back at Santana before grabbing her phone and treading to the bin; she bent down and patted for a scrunched up ball of paper. Within seconds her hand found it; she undid it; and typed the numbers into her phone.
This is Brittany from the cafe. This is Sam right? - Brittany.
With that message sent, Brittany locked her phone and placed on the beside table; lying back against her pillow. She breathed a sigh of relief, her clouded mind was now clear.
If only until a warm hand glided along her seam of the hem of her t-shirt, feeling her toned stomach muscles underneath the material. A head rested against her chest; "I'm glad you're tired now."
Brittany smiled, letting her fingers scratch against her scalp as if that was all the answer she could need as a response.