Prompt fills: Sweet Sex, and Oral request.
This is unedited since you've waited long enough. Fills aren't until the end of the chapter if that's all you want to read. Warning for the plot.
She stares at herself in the mirror. She looks nice, which was her goal considering they are about to go have dinner with Brittany's parents. Tonight is super important. One day she hopes to call them her in-laws and tonight is the first dinner in that direction. Well, once it's officially out that she is dating Brittany. Brittany's father knows about them, and her; everything about her. However, Brittany's mother has no clue. She's freaking out to say the least. It doesn't help that she's having trouble looking nice and covering the mark Brittany left on her neck. Not that she isn't proud of it. She's beyond proud and was more than happy to show it off to her pack. But her mates' mother? Not so much.
Brittany slipped up behind her and wraped her arms around her waist. She leaned back into Brittany's embrace and smiled softly. Brittany hums and kisses her neck, inches from the scar of Brittany's bite. The skin burns around Brittany's lips and sets a wave of fire through her veins and making her skin vibrate. It's not quiet like she's going to shift but its makes her wolf paw at her consciousness.
Brittany knew not to directly touch her mark unless they had plenty of free time. The morning after their cycle was over Brittany ran her finger over the scar in awe and she almost passed out from how quickly she had an erection. Then it took hours for her to finally calm down. Almost like a mini mating cycle. It excited Brittany to know just a touch of her finger over a place she had bitten out of uncontrollable lust. As far as she was concerned Brittany could do whatever she wanted to her body.
"You look beautiful," Brittany whispers.
She smiles and turns in Brittany's arms, reaching up and kissing her softly. "I think you look beautiful," She kisses her again and feels Brittany sink into her embrace. Brittany does look beautiful. She's dressed in a off white blouse and black slacks, with a pair of Santana's boots. She's more than beautiful, she's mouthwatering. She'll save that compliment till later when she will actually have time to back that up with actions.
"Are you nervous?" Brittany asks and she nods her head. She's beyond nervous. "Don't be. My parent's love you."
"Yeah, as your best friend. Not as your lover, mate, and girlfriend," She takes a deep breath and Brittany captures her lips again. They kiss for long minutes, till their lips bruise and breaths are hard to take in.
They pull away gasping, "My parents love you. You have nothing to worry about."
She smiles, cause that's all she can do. They rest their foreheads against each other for a moment, until it's time for the to leave or they'd be late. That's the worst impression to start off with and she really wants to impress. She doesn't want to leave them with any doubt that she can't take care of their daughter.
She pulls back and reaches for her leather jacket. She takes one final look at her self and makes a conscious note to keep her hair covering her neck and all should be good. Brittany rolls her eyes at her and then starts to pull her to the door. She chuckles at Brittany's urge to get them going and within minutes their pulling out onto the main road on the way to Brittany's subdivision.
The closer they got the more her nerves frazzled. Of all the things she's faced, she was terrified of having dinner with Brittany's parents as girlfriends. She was a wolf; a Alpha and yet she was terrified of food with people. That's all it really was. Not that she hasn't had dinner at the Pierce's before. This was nothing new, only now she knew that Brittany's dad knows. They pull into the drive way and she takes a deep breath to calm herself down. No need to get so worked up she wolfs out. That would just be worse.
Brittany jumps out of the car and practically hops to the front steps, expecting Santana to be right behind her. She takes another deep breath and gets out of the car following her girlfriend. She manages to make it to the front door where Brittany has stopped to wait for her. Brittany takes her hand, interlacing their fingers and calm pours from Brittany's palm into hers. She can feel it spread up her arm and settle over her body like thick warm gel. She takes a better breath and smiles up into those sharp blue eyes.
"You got this babe," Brittany says as a pep talk before opening the door and pulling her inside. The sweet smell of grilled steaks takes over her senses and makes her forget all about her worries. Mr. Pierce can grill the best steaks and knows just how rare she likes hers. He's got it down to an art form and she can't wait to sit down and eat it.
"OH MY BABY!" Mrs. Pierce comes shooting around the kitchen corner in an apron with her arms wide open. Mrs. Pierce pulls Brittany into a tight hug and almost sobs. She stands back and tries not to bring attention to herself. Mrs. Pierce usually isn't so dramatic but then she realizes that Brittany hasn't been home much since they started their first mating cycle together. It was like a cold slap of reality that she'd been keeping Brittany to herself for most of the year.
The holidays were around the corner and she knew that she would have to survive not getting to see Brittany for much of it. That thought made her heart squeeze and the pain of not actually have a family sink into the forefront of her consciousness. She always had her pack which was more special and more important than blood family. Her pack was a spiritual family and would always have more importance than blood.
But then image of an actual blood family entered her mind and froze her body. She saw herself standing by the fireplace, arms wrapped around Brittany's waist while watching their pups rip into their Christmas presents. She saw five pups, three with blonde hair and the other two with her thick dark mane. Four boys and one girl; the princess of their family.
When arms wrapped around her tightly, she snapped out of her daydream. "Oh Santana, how dare you keep my daughter away all the time," Mrs. Pierce voice was disapproving but her hug was full of love. It was very confusing.
"I'm sorry ma'am for keeping your daughter away so much," She sputtered out. Mrs. Pierce pulled back and had the most confused look on her face. Santana wasn't one for overly polite and it set Mrs. Pierce mother bells ringing. Brittany broke out into giggles before splitting the two up and wrapping her arm around Santana's.
"Where's dad?" Brittany asked with a huge smile.
"Did I hear my name?" Mr. Pierce appeared in the kitchen door way with arms opened. Brittany broke off and ran into her father's arms. He lifted Brittany up in a huge hug and spun her around.
"I swear, in our kids eyes I'm always second best," Mrs. Pierce whispered. It was low enough Santana shouldn't have heard her, but her wolf hearing picked it up. She shifted on her feet, knowing she shouldn't acknowledge that she'd heard that, but she couldn't leave Mrs. Pierce feeling like her kids loved her less than their father.
"A mother can never be replaced. We love them so deeply it will never fade," She looked down at her feet, thoughts of her own mother in her mind.
"It helps when their around more to remind us," Mrs. Pierce shot back. Everything inside her bottomed out. Mrs. Pierce was really upset with her.
"Mrs. Pierce," She started but Mrs. Pierce turned on her, stepping to block Brittany's view.
"I wanted to wait to say anything but since we have a moment alone," Mrs. Pierce started, "After dinner, I want you to leave. Without Brittany."
She swallowed quickly, "I know that Brittany has been staying over a lot but,"
"No. Friends have sleep overs. That's normal, but I finally understand why you never want to have those sleepovers here," Mrs. Pierce started; her expression turned into a glare that sent shivers down Santana's spine. "Rumors even reach a mother's ear. But their not rumors are they?"
"I don't know what you've heard," Santana started, only to get cut off again by Brittany's mother.
"You're having sex with my daughter. Aren't you?" Mrs. Pierce asked folding her arms across her chest. The look on her face must have been confirmation enough. Mrs. Pierce nodded with a look of disgust and anger. "You will leave my daughter alone. Enjoy dinner, because this is the last you will see of her. Do I make myself clear?" Mrs. Pierce demanded.
She didn't know what to say or do. How could she promise Mrs. Pierce that when Brittany was her mate. Their was no staying away from Brittany, not without death being an option. She started to defend her relationship with Brittany but Mrs. Pierce cut her off again, "I don't want to hear it. You will stay away from my daughter."
"Alright ladies, whose hungry?" Mr. Pierce bellowed out getting the attention of Santana and Mrs. Pierce. Brittany and Mr. Pierce didn't seem to have heard Mrs. Pierce talking and part of her was relieved. Brittany didn't need to know what her mother said.
"Of course of honey," Mrs. Pierce said turning with a bright smile. She just kept standing there, frozen.
"I made you steak, Santana. Hungry I hope?" Mr. Pierce asked with a questioning smile. Mr. Pierce was smart and a great people reader. He must have sensed her nerves, or broken heart. Her eyes shot over towards Brittany, seeing how Brittany was looking at her worried. She didn't want Brittany to know what her mother said, it would break her mates heart. She saw the subtle look Mrs. Pierce shot her direction and she forced a smile.
"Starving Mr. Pierce. You know when you cook a steak, I could eat a whole herd," It was her usual joke with him when he grilled out steak. It was because she always ate at least three and he'd joked that she was hungry like a wolf. Now she knew why he always made that joke, and made sure to cook enough that were rare for her. He was a great man.
"Good, cause I'm starving like a wolf," Mr. Pierce joked with a wink. Brittany bounced over and took her hand, pulling her into the kitchen. Mrs. Pierce acted like nothing happened between them in the living room and offered her a plate so she could make herself some food.
She loaded down her plate so Mr. Pierce wouldn't get offended, not that she had any appetite at all. Brittany sat down next to her with a big grin which she tried to return but knew she came off half-assed. Brittany sensed it and frowned at her, brows furrowed in confusion. She shook her head, a sign for Brittany not to question it. Not that she wouldn't get her answers as soon as dinner was over and Santana was kicked out of the house.
Dinner started off quiet, the only sound of forks and knifes against the glass plates. She cut into her steak slowly, wanting to take her time and try to figure something out; anything. Brittany was her mate, but this was Brittany's family. What could she do? Brittany would resent her one day if she just swept her up and took off. Of course, Brittany's mother could retaliate with the police should she kidnapped Brittany away.
She didn't really have a lot of options. Perhaps the best thing to do would be to leave Brittany here with her family. They could take good care of Brittany, so she wouldn't have to worry about that. But there was a bear pack running around and if they found that her and her mate were separated, it would provide a good opportunity for them to hurt her. She was torn. She didn't know what to do and dinner was passing so she had very little time.
"Santana, tell me all about school," Mr. Pierce broke the silence.
"Um," She paused with the fork half way to her mouth. He smiled at her and it helped eased her a bit, "What do you want to know, sir?"
Mr. Pierce laughed with a bellow, "Since when do you call me sir?"
She stuttered and tried to force her bit of steak down, "Um?"
"Oh please. Don't be trying to be all proper. I've known about you and Brittany forever. No need to be calling me sir all proper like now that you know I know," Mr. Pierce smiled and chuckled again. He looked at his wife and his laughter died completely. "What's that look for honey?"
Mrs. Pierce was red in the face, knuckles white with a death grip around her knife and fork. "You knew?" Mrs. Pierce was practically fuming. Brittany's head was whipping back and forth between her parents, confusion clear on her face.
"Well, yeah? You didn't?" Mr. Pierce asked, confused himself.
"If I knew, Brittany wouldn't have been practically living with her all this time! How are you okay with that?" Mrs. Pierce voice raised a level in volume.
"Because their soul mates and I know and trust Santana to take the best care of our daughter," Mr. Pierce shot back, looking at his wife in shock.
"What's going on?" Brittany asked, looking over at her and seeing how stiff she was sitting.
"I do not approve of Santana having a lesbian relationship with my innocent daughter," Mrs. Pierce yelled.
"You don't have any say in who she falls in love with. All we can hope for is that she is happy and well taken care of. Santana is more than capable of providing that for her," Mr. Pierce jumps to their defense.
"How dare you approve of this!" Mrs. Pierce shrieked.
"I love her!" Brittany chimed in. Both of her parents became quiet. "I'm in love with her and everyday I fall even more in love with her. But how much I love her, pales in comparison to how much she loves me. When I look forward to the future, I see everything she has to offer me and its a dream come true."
"You don't know what your talking about. She's a girl. She can't give you what a healthy normal relationship can," Mrs. Pierce states with a dismissive shake of her head.
"I disagree," She spoke, disappointed that her voice wasn't as strong as she wanted it to be when she was speaking to defend her relationship with Brittany. "I love you daughter. I will give her anything she will ever ask for. I will keep her safe, happy, and I will love her till the day I die. I can provide that better for her than anyone you could deem worthy."
"How dare you speak to me like this," Mrs. Pierce shot back.
"Honey, I love you but right now I don't even know who you are. This is our daughter and her girlfriend. Tonight was just suppose to be a happy dinner. Why are you acting this way?" Mr. Pierce asked.
"Because I want the best for our daughter. This rat can't provide it for her," Mrs. Pierce snapped back.
"Honey, I'm going to ask you kindly to stop this nonsense now. You and I can talk about this later. For now, let's just finish our dinner and the girls can be on their way," Mr. Pierce reached for his knife and fork again.
"No. My daughter deserves the best and Santana is not the best," Mrs. Pierce shot back.
"I politely disagree. I'm the best for your daughter. I can give everything and I will," Santana spoke up.
"No, you can't. Only her family can give her the best. But you wouldn't know that would you?" Mrs. Pierce snapped.
"MOM!"
"ELINOR!"
"No, John! I'm not going to let this go on anymore. Brittany is staying here and this filth is leaving our house. Now," Mrs. Pierce stood from her seat and tossed her plate into the sink. The sound of the glass shattering cause her to jump.
Of all the things to be worried about with this dinner; she didn't imagine this.
"Brittany, why don't you and Santana go. I'll continue to talk to your mother about this," Mr. Pierce leaned back in his chair, pointedly not looking at his wife.
"The hell she is," Mrs. Pierce snapped. Mr. Pierce stood from his seat, glaring at his wife before turning to them.
"Here is some money, stop for dinner on your way home," Mr. Pierce pulled out his wallet and handed Santana a few bills.
"Her home is here. With her family, where she belongs," Mrs. Pierce stepped forward but stopped in her tracks when Mr. Pierce turned around.
"Santana is family. She always will be to our daughter. I suggest you start to realize that," Mr. Pierce turned back to the girls and ushered them into the living room. Santana looked over to Brittany, her heart twisting at the tears pouring down her mates face. Mr. Pierce pulled his daughter into a tight hug, "I'm so sorry honey. I had no idea she was going to act this way."
"Mr. Pierce," She started to say something but the look on Mr. Pierce's face stopped her.
"You are her family. You and I both know this. I know that you will give Brittany everything she will every want. I will talk to her mother, you just take care of my daughter," Mr. Pierce hugged Brittany tighter and whispered something in her ear. Santana stepped back towards the door, mindful not to hear the exchange. She already felt like she'd done too much and not enough.
She stood next to the open door, looking out into the front yard until Brittany took her hand and led her out to her car. She was numb, shocked, and not knowing what to think. They rode quietly as she drove them back home, only stopping through a drive thru for dinner. When she pulled into her drive way Quinn was pacing outside.
She turned her car off and twisted in her seat to look at Brittany. Foggy blue eyes met hers. "San?"
"What is it babe?" She asked, for once afraid to tap into her mates emotions and figure it out quickly.
"I don't understand what happened tonight," Brittany whispered.
She shook her head, not understanding either. "I don't know babe, but I promise you; I will always take care of you."
Brittany nodded, leaning forward and wrapping both hands around the back of her head. Brittany sucked in her bottom lip, pulling them into a heated and desperate kiss. "You're my family San, you always will be. My dad will talk to my mom and we'll all be okay."
"Of course we will. We're family," Santana promised, feeling the truth vibrate through her body.
They got out of the car and Quinn politely waited a moment before jogging over after Brittany headed inside. "What happened? We all could feel your distress," Quinn asked with panic.
Santana told her, clenching the metal railing and warping it in her hands. Quinn listened quietly and chewed on her bottom lip.
"How did she even find out? None of Brittany's sisters goes to high school so it wasn't through them. It wasn't her dad, so who the hell told her? And exactly what did they say to convince Mrs. Pierce that way?" She vented, releasing the rail which whined in protest as it fell out of its joints and clattered to the ground.
"It could have been anyone who has a grudge against you and Britt," Quinn suggested.
"No one has a grudge against Britt. Everyone loves her. This has to be my fault," Santana turned and kicked at the pipe, sending it flying into the woods.
"We don't know anything right now. All we can do is be there for Britt until her mother calms down. I mean we know her father is firmly on your side. That's a good thing," Quinn reassured her.
"I never wanted this for Britt. I only ever wanted to love and protect her, but not from her own mother," She whispered.
"It'll be okay San, just give it some time. Right now Britt needs you inside. Kurt and I will figure out whats going on," Quinn promised. She nodded quietly and made her way inside her apartment. Brittany was curled up on her bed, already stripped down and dressed in her pajamas.
She pulled off her clothes and dressed in her shirt and boxers as quietly as she could. She locked the doors, checked the windows and set their alarm before climbing in behind her mate. Brittany turned into her embrace and snuggled into her neck, opposite the side of her mark so she wouldn't accidentally turn her mate on.
When the alarm went off in the morning, she silenced it and decided they were just going to stay in for the day and have a day for themselves. For the most part they just stayed in bed, while Brittany starred at her phone that was on the nightstand. It didn't make a sound all day and each minute that it didn't buzz with a text or call, broke her heart.
She finally pulled them out of the comfort of her bed and she took Brittany out into the woods. Anytime they could run around with her as a wolf would make Brittany so happy. Soon as she sensed Quinn and Kurt within distance should anything threaten their time together, she shifted and Brittany immediately smiled.
They played in the woods for the entire afternoon till she took them home and cooked dinner for her mate. Brittany didn't even think to check her phone until they crawled back into the bed that night. She had one new text message.
Honey, your mother loves you. She'll come around, just give her some time.
"She does love you," She whispered into Brittany's hair about an hour later after they'd laid there in silence.
"I know. I just wished she loved you too," Brittany answered.
"I have faith that one day she will. Your dad was right, lets just give her some time," She ran her fingers through Brittany's hair to comfort her.
They were silent again for a long moment and Santana was almost sure that Brittany had fallen asleep, "How many kids do you think we'll have?" Brittany asked into her neck. The hand that rested on her shoulder twitched and then fingers ghosted over her bare bicep.
She thought back to her daydream that was just yesterday but felt like weeks ago, "I see five. Four boys and one girl. Three of them look just like you, the other two like me."
"Is five how many you want?" Brittany asked. She could feel the smile against her throat and she chuckled.
"I want to have as many as you do. All I want is a family with you," Santana kissed the top of Brittany's head and envisioned their future just as she saw it yesterday.
"I want a pack," Brittany kissed her throat, at her pulse point and she shivered.
"That's a lot of pups babe," She whispered but beamed at the comment.
"That's how many I want. Think you can give me that many?" Brittany leaned up with a smirk and she couldn't help but smile back at the challenge.
"I'll give you as many as you can handle," She teased.
Brittany leaned down and kissed her deeply. When Brittany pulled back she was left without a breath in her lungs. "I can't wait to have a family with you." Brittany kissed her again and her arms snaked around Brittany's waist, lifting her so her mate fully straddled her. "But not till after we graduate," Brittany whispered against her lips causing her to chuckle again.
"Whenever your ready. But yeah, not till after we graduate," She smiled and leaned up, capturing Brittany's lips again. Brittany's hips jutted into hers and they began to rock against each other. She wasn't sure they should and Brittany caught on to it.
She leaned back, looking down at her and smiled, "We just made plans to have a family. A large family. Can we please make love because of that and not think about anything else going on?"
"I'll give you anything you ever ask for," Santana promised and rolled them over. She looked down into crystal blue eyes and felt that warmth travel through her body any time Brittany looked at her like that; like love could power the world.
She leaned down, pulling Brittany into a deep kiss. Brittany's tongue immediately took it to the next level and she ground her hips down hard into Brittany's causing them both to hiss and moan at the friction.
She leaned back, pulling at Brittany's sleep shirt and always pleased to see nothing on underneath. She leaned down, taking a pink nipple between her lips and sucking it till it peaked in her mouth. She nipped it softly and Brittany's chest arched off the bed as hands wrapped themselves into her hair. She trailed her kisses across Brittany's chest before sucking in Brittany's other nipple and running circles with tongue around the bud.
Legs wrapped up around her waist and hips rutted up into her. She felt herself grow hard and she moaned into Brittany's chest. The urge burned through her and her mouth began to water. She wanted nothing more than to taste her mate, to drown in her. She released Brittany's nipple with a wet pop and began trailing kisses down the the edge of her panties.
She hooked her fingers into the band and pulled them down, before tossing them over her shoulder. She looked down and smirked at how wet her mate was for her. She never had to tease her mark to get a reaction, but that didn't stop Brittany. A finger reached out and traced over her mark and fire immediately burned through her veins. She had thought she was hard but now she was practically pulsing with need. She shook her head and growled, she wanted to please her mate, not be driven by the desire to fill her mate so much she'd burst with children. She looked up and saw hooded eyes looking back. She bit back the desire and her toes curled while she fought against her marks burn.
To quench it she leaned forward and lapped greedily at Brittany's folds. Juices poured down her chin and coated her senses. She could stop herself even if she wanted to. Her hips pushed down into the bed, trying to relieve herself some but it wouldn't happen till she came multiple times inside her mate. Thighs trembled around her head, hands clenched painfully at her scalp.
Brittany came, screaming her name. She licked till every drop was swallowed and kept licking. Brittany curled up on herself and began to thrust against Santana's face. "Oh my god, please," Brittany chanted that phrase till her head fell back onto the pillow.
"OH FUCK! SA'TANAAAA!" Brittany came again in a rush of salty sweetness that poured out of her mate.
She pulled back for air and kissed the area around Brittany's folds before smirking and shoving her tongue inside and rubbing it against the roof of Brittany's pulsing walls. She pulled back, running her tongue in circles around her entrance before trailing up and sucking hard at Brittany's clit. Her mate exploded again before she collapsed on the bed in a heap of exhausted limps and sweat.
"Shit, babe. What was that?" Brittany asked still panted but not moving otherwise.
She trailed kisses up from thighs, over hips, around Brittany's breasts but avoiding the nipples until she reached her mates mark at Brittany's shoulder. She smirked and nipped slightly at the mark. Brittany hissed and pushed her hips up till she flipped them. Then Brittany impaled herself on Santana's member , back arched and head tossed back. They didn't start a rhythm, just stayed still feeling connected in the most physical and emotional way.
Brittany looked down with such intensity she wasn't prepared for. Her breath caught in her lungs and her heart squeezed. Their hands simultaneously reached out, fingers lacing together as their eyes stayed connected. Brittany rocked her hips and normally she'd close her eyes at the warmth, velvet walls that surrounded her completely as they worked to milk her for everything she was worth. But having this contact with her mate, she would never close her eyes and miss how much her mate loved her. She would never miss this look, this feeling.
She felt the pleasure build up in the base of her spine far quicker than she wanted. She wanted this moment to last forever. To just lie her with her mate and make love for hours till the world ended. Brittany leaned down, forehead resting against hers and their intense gaze never wavered. The room filled with their pants and the wet thrusts against each other.
Everything twisted inside her and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it off much longer. With the way Brittany was gripping at her hands, she knew her mate was close as well. Brittany stopped thrusting above her and began to roll her hips, providing the right friction to send them both over.
"I love you," She whispered seconds before they came crashing together. Her toes curled, hips locking as she came, spurt after spurt. Brittany's lips ghosted over hers as they breathed in deep breaths, riding out the ways of their orgasms.
"I love you too," Brittany whispered once she gathered her breath. Brittany collapsed on top of her, head coming to rest between her breasts as they came down from their highs. She bit back the need of her wolf, not wanting this moment to turn into a mini mate cycle. It took a long time for her to softened and when she finally did, she breathed a sigh of relief.
She felt herself pull out and the rush of cum spill out from Brittany. One day that cum would work to impregnate her mate. One day her mate will swell with her pups and she would become a parent, a family pack. Vision of her kids filled her mind again and she felt Brittany smile against her chest.
"One day, love." Brittany promised.
"One day," She echoed that promise, excited for the future her and her mate would have.
Author's note:
Sorry for wait everyone. I've had some personal issues going on. A lot of life changes happening as well and it's kept me from being motivated to write and actually sitting down to write when I have been. Please forgive me.
A lot of plot in this one to help balance out the entire chapter of sex the previous chapter held. I am planning to do a holiday chapter that will cover Thanksgiving and Christmas. Any requests for that?
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