Sex in the beginning after the dream and all through to the middle. This one has a special request filled. If you are the one who made it, I hope you enjoy. As for everyone else...I know you'll enjoy it too.

Move, she had to move. Why couldn't she run faster? The sharp blinding pain in her back leg reminded her sharply of why. A heavy force slammed into her side and in a second her throat was thick with blood. She couldn't breath and spots danced around her eyes. She coughed and sputtered, her paws scratching at the dirt around her.

The weight on top of her disappeared and she writhed on the ground till she found some footing. She stumbled and crawled till she was back on four legs. Her father was turned away from her, shaking his head and growling. She wasted no time launching onto his back and digging her fangs into the back of his neck. She tossed her entire body weight off his side and used the momentum to snap his neck. With a gurgled whine his body came to lay still.

She laid on her side, huffing and wheezing through the gurgle of blood in her throat. She tried to move, to crawl towards where she last saw her mate but all her strength was gone. She couldn't hold her head up any more to look and it crashed into the ground. Her back legs twitched against the ground and she whined as her vision began to darken. The scent of blood and earth filled her senses around the liquid that was pooling into her lungs. With a final whine, her eyes closed and darkness took her.

"Babe, wake up," Brittany's voice pulled her out of the darkness. She took a deep breath and let it out in relief when it wasn't hindered by blood or smelled of dirt.

"What's wrong?" She asked becoming aware enough to sense that it was only a few hours after they'd fallen asleep.

"You were kicking and mumbling in your sleep," Brittany rubbed at her eyes, voice filled with sleep.

"I'm sorry I woke you," She tossed her head back into the pillow feeling how exhausted she was. Not that she was complaining because of how it was brought on.

"You okay?" Brittany asked snuggling down into her side.

She reached up and ran her fingers through the silky smoothness of golden locks. She took a deep breath, calmed by the familiar scent of peaches with just a hint of her wolf. Brittany wrapped one arm around her waist and intertwined their legs together after kicking to get the sheets untangled from around her. She focused in on the tiny puffs of warm air into her neck, the soft skin flush against her side, and the toes dancing along her shin. It was all little reminders that this was indeed reality. She'd lived so long without her mate. So many cold nights and empty spaces that she almost didn't believe that Brittany was really here and she wasn't going anywhere. What if this was a dream inside a nightmare and she would wake up in the morning with frustration and loneliness pinging at her heart?

"It was just a bad dream. Go back to sleep," She whispered still pulling soft strands through her fingers. Brittany hummed and buried her face further into her neck. Brittany's breath tickled her skin and as they even out it called out as a lullaby to draw her back into her very own dreams.

When she awoke again it was to the scent of eggs and bacon. She hummed and stretched. The joints in her back popped and she sighed in relief. The sheets were twisted around her legs and waist again and she groaned while kicking out to free herself. Once the sheets were kicked from the edge of the bed she plopped back into a spread eagle pose and sighed. The cool morning air felt great on her overheated body. Sometimes running a constant temp of 108 sucked.

"Good morning sleepy head," Brittany giggled while taking a plate topped with bacon to her kitchen table. They could just see each other through the doorway of her bedroom and by the grin on Brittany's face her mate must have seen her kicking fit to get free.

"Morning beautiful," She sighed while rolling over to prop her head up on her hand. She watched as Brittany brought some more food into the dining room and set it on the table. Her brows furrowed together as she tried to remember the last time she went shopping for food. It was well over six months ago. She normally would just grab a burger before work, hit the 24/7 diner after work or Quinn or Kurt would bring her something and force her to eat.

"I had to go shopping. The only thing in your fridge was beer and ice," Brittany commented, "We can go on a full grocery run later today. Get some actual food in here. Did you know you only have pop tarts in the pantry? How is that a proper diet?" Brittany asked.

She'd rolled out of bed and slithered up behind her mate, wrapping arms around her waist, "Shopping sounds so domestic."

"Well, that's the idea isn't it? Us living together, buying food, paying bills, having lots and lots of sex everywhere," Brittany turned into her arms and leaned down to capture her lips in a fiery good morning kiss.

Hand's reached around to scratch at the back of her neck, Brittany's tongue slipping past her lips to tease across the roof of her mouth. She breathed through her nose heavily and ran her hands down Brittany's back to grip at her ass. She palmed the flesh in her hands and then reached down to the backs of Brittany's thighs and lifted her up. Long legs wrapped around her waist and she pushed them against the wall. Long fingers wrapped into her hair and pulled her head back giving Brittany more access as she was now leaning down into Santana's mouth.

Heat shot through her body and she became aware of how naked she still was from last night, not having put on any clothes at all before coming out of the bedroom. She was even more so aware as the roughness of Brittany's jeans rubbed at her stiff member. She moaned out into Brittany's mouth and gasped in air as Brittany pulled back to lean their foreheads together.

"Bedroom?" Brittany breathed out, one hand scratching down her back along her spine while her other hand was still tangled up in her hair. She grunted out an answer and shifted Brittany's weight back into her arms and carried them to her bedroom. She tossed Brittany down onto the mattress and Brittany pulled her down with. Their lips crashed together as she came crashing down on top of her. Long legs wrapped around her waist as hips bucked up into her. She gripped at the sheets next to Brittany's head as she desperately needed something to hold on to to help keep her control.

She felt the smirk against her lips before she realized that Brittany was flipping them over. Hands roamed down from her hair, over her collarbone, between her breasts and down her abs. Her muscles contracted against the contact and she hissed in air from the delicate but primal contact. She watched as Brittany leaned back and reached for the hem of her shirt. She held her breath as she watched the material move teasingly slow up Brittany's torso till soft pink nipples peaked out, then she was distracted and didn't watch as the shirt was removed and tossed on the floor.

She licked her lips, hands running over the rough jeans that were deliciously tight over Brittany's flexed thighs. She began to sit up, on a hunt to suck a nipple between her lips. Strong hands pushed back against her shoulders and she looked up at Brittany's smirk. She almost gulped out of arousal at how incredibly sexy her mate looked right now.

"I want you to stay very still for me," Brittany's tongue teased her top lip as her hands explored all over her torso.

She gripped at the sheets holding onto what little control she had left from this show. Brittany's hips began to grind against hers and she swallowed thickly at the roughness that stroked the underside of her cock that was throbbing. She couldn't focus on anything, eyes darting from Brittany's fingers that were pinching perk nipples to the inner thighs flexing as Brittany continued to grind on her. She could feel the precum oozing out of her tip. Brittany caught sight of it as well and stopped grinding. The friction disappeared as Brittany sat up on her knees and popped the button to her jeans. She writhed on the bed as the zipper was pulled down at a teasingly slow pace.

"Ugh, you are killing me here," She groaned feeling the arousal punching through her veins and her dick throbbing painfully. Brittany just smirked wider and shimmed out of her jeans. She moved to help but Brittany slapped her hands away.

Brittany came to kneel between her legs and her eyes rolled as puffs of warm air surrounded the tip of her member. Brittany smiled, running her hands up and down Santana's thighs. This might actually be the death of her. Her cock felt ready to explode from the rush of blood that was pulsing through her. She bit her bottom lip as Brittany leaned forward another inch and licked from her balls to the tip of her member.

Her head tossed back and a moan tore from her chest, "God, Britt. You're torturing me."

"That's the plan," Brittany said as she ran her tongue from tip down to her balls and back up again. She'd forgotten how much Brittany loved to give her head and tease her to her breaking point while doing so. Her toes curled painfully as warm lips sucked in one of her balls and Brittany's tongue flicked over the sensitive flesh. With a wet pop the pressure was released and she took in a deep breath having to remember to breath. Warm lips ghosted from the base of her member to the tip were Brittany flicked out her tongue in a rapid manner. She gripped the sheets tighter and focused all her strength into not thrusting her hips up into Brittany's face.

Brittany reached down and gripped the base of her cock, giving it small strokes. The tongue licking at her tip came down in a straight line and then zig-zaged back to the tip. The pattern was driving her crazy but she needed more. Brittany caught onto her want and with a brief smirk she dipped down and sucked her head tightly between two puckered lips. Everything in her body clenched as Brittany continued to work magic with her tongue against her member. After another minute of rapid patterns lashed out with a skillful tongue, Brittany dipped her head further and took in more of Santana's member. It was a slow and torturous method but her eyes rolled as her member prodded into the back of Brittany's throat.

"Holy shit, babe. You are so good at this," She gasped. She struggled to keep her eyes open watching as Brittany's head bobbed up and down on her member, leaving a trail of saliva over her cock. "Fuck," She gasped, feeling the smirk against her. With a wet pop Brittany pulled back and then stood at the end of the bed. She pouted at the lost of contact but was relieved to be able to blink back into an awareness. Brittany shimmed out of her panties and crawled back up the bed till she was straddling her again. She licked her lips at the apparent arousal of her mate. Brittany's folds were glistening and she wanted to dive in tongue first and lick up all of her juices till her hunger was sated.

Brittany shoved back down on her shoulders and shook her head no, "You can taste later." She gulped at the huskiness of Brittany's voice and swallowed down her sudden punch of arousal. Her wolf growled and nipped at her control but she clenched the sheets at her side and locked the muscles in her hips to keep from bucking up. Brittany lowered herself till Santana's member was trapped between them. She hissed as Brittany trusted against her, spreading her juices over her member as they slipped easily against each other.

She couldn't keep her hands to herself any longer and reached up to grip at a hard smooth waist. Brittany's hands trailed down from where she was playing with her hair to cup over Santana's hands. Brittany lead her hands up to cup perfect breast and she was happy to have them in the palm of her hand. She massaged them and ran her fingers over perk nipples and pinched and swirled around them. Brittany continued to rock against her, panting heavy as a small layer of sweat built up between the two of them. She sat up, disrupting Brittany's rhythm if only for a second, and took a nipple between her lips. She flicked out with her tongue in a rapid pace while her other hand continued to squeeze and pinch her other nipple.

Brittany began to shake in her embrace and then within seconds her head was tossing back, one hand gripped tightly in Santana's hair while the other still cupped Santana's hand. Brittany screamed out Santana's name as her orgasm crashed through her. She smirked against Brittany's breast and released her lips with a wet pop.

"Get on your knees," She requested, moving her hands down to squeeze at the still quaking thighs straddling her. She grinned as the arousal punched through the blissful fog in Brittany's eyes. Brittany swung a leg off of her and maneuvered until she was on her hands and knees. She rolled over to her knees and situated herself behind her mate. She palmed pale hips and licked her lips. She inhaled deeply and her eyes rolled as a large fraction of her self control shattered.

She leaned down and licked between glistening folds. Juices coated her tongue and chin and she hummed as she pulled back, licking her lips. "You taste like heaven, bet you feel like sin," She scooted forward, lining herself up and sliding all the way in with no resistance. Brittany gasped and thrust back against her, walls clenching down on her cock. She hissed, grabbing Brittany's hips and squeezing. She moved her hips back, sliding out till just her tip was inside before ramming forward till she bumped against Brittany's cervix. They were flush together, squeezing and panting. She started up a slow rhythm wanting to make this last as long as she possibly could. Brittany gasped and grunted with each pull and thrust. The sounds and feelings were driving her slowly over into her wolfs control.

She bit her lip hoping the pain would snap her back a little. She wanted to make this last as long as possible and losing control would not help that. She kept her thrusting steady as she moved her hands from Brittany's waist to squeeze at her full ass cheeks. It was magical to watch as she spread the cheeks apart to be better able to see as her cock slid in and out of Brittany's pussy. She was slick with their juices and she was stretching Brittany out so beautifully.

"Oh God," Brittany gasped as she clutched at the sheets and pillows. Her body bowed beneath her as Brittany came a second time. She kept thrusting, working through Brittany's orgasm as Brittany's arms gave out and her torso came crashing to the bed. The angle provided allowed her to trust down and work against her deeper. Long fingers gripped at the pillows and sheets, flexing opposite of the walls gripping at her member. She was panting now, sweat running down her spine as well as her abs. Brittany's body glowed beneath her, reflecting the pleasure that Santana was able to provide her with. It was absolutely magical.

She gripped at the flesh in her hands a little tighter, mindful not to bruise her mate but she just couldn't get enough. She sped her thrusting up, feeling the buzz building up in her lower gut. Brittany's body began to quake beneath her again, walls clutching at her hard. Brittany's hips came crashing to the bed as another orgasm ripped through her.

She propped herself up on her arms, slowing down her hips to guide Brittany gently through her orgasm. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, sheets waded up into her grip, toes curled, and breath caught in her throat. Her movements became jerky as her own orgasm finally ripped through her. She whispered Brittany's name into her ears as loud as she could with the lack of air in her lungs. Brittany's walls massaged and coaxed out all the cum she had to offer and she was met with the long missed feeling of filling Brittany up till it pushed out between them. Her mate was thoroughly coated on the inside with her cum and she hummed in pleasure and happiness.

She laid the rest of her weight gently Brittany and wrapped one arm up and under Brittany's waist, holding them tightly together. "Wow," Brittany breathed out with a lazy smile and eyes closed in content.

She chuckled, "Yeah."

"Best. Sex. Ever."

"You haven't unpacked a thing," Quinn looked at Brittany and shook her head.

"Well we hardly made it through the door last night," Brittany smirked. Quinn was helping her fix lunch for the bunch. She and Santana never made it grocery shopping but Quinn must have known that the fridge was empty because she brought everything to make them food.

"I don't need details. The place smells so heavy of sex we can all figure it out," Quinn took a sip of her beer before going back to mixing some vegetables in the pot on the stove.

"Is it that bad? We opened some windows before you all got here," Brittany sniffed trying to smell what Quinn could but her senses hadn't bounced back yet.

"Not to bad. When you lived with her over the garage, now that was horrible. I could smell the sex all the way to my room," Quinn closed her eyes in a grimace before looking over at Brittany with a mock look of innocence.

"Oh please. Like you and Mike are any better. Even I could smell the sex from your room. In fact I think I remember Santana and I trying to out sex your sex stench," Brittany stuck her tongue out.

"That is a horrible," Quinn looked at her in shock but Brittany winked and couldn't hold back her huge smile from trying not to laugh. "Horrible, Britt, just horrible." Quinn turned the stove off and moved the pot to another spot to cool.

"How's Mike?" Brittany asked.

"Oh he's doing good. He'll be back at the end of this month," Quinn answered trying to keep the longing for her mate out of her voice. Brittany knew though, having gone so long without Santana. She couldn't imagine it from the wolf's side.

"Will he be going on tour again?" Brittany asked.

"He doesn't want to. He's thinking of opening up a dance studio here," Quinn revealed with a grin.

"That would be so awesome," Brittany beamed. Her and Mike had never really had a studio that offered the classes that wanted once they reached High School. By then she only danced in Glee and spent all her free time with Santana. Mike however would go two towns over to take classes when he didn't have football practice. She'd always admired him for going so far out of his way to still keep dancing, even when his football friends made fun of him. Now look at him, he was touring with and choreographing for One Direction.

"It is. I'm sure he'd love it if you helped out," Quinn suggested.

"Oh, I don't think I will have time. I want to spend what time I can with San until we're where we were," Brittany shrugged as she pulled out some dishes. She frowned at the slight layer of dust before putting them in the sink and hunting down some soap.

"With San working nights, if you ever find time that you're here alone or something I'm sure he'd be happy to have you over," Quinn planted the seed and hoped it sunk in. She didn't want Brittany to get lonely now that she was back. Santana had to work, they were adults now and it sucked that they would be on opposite schedules. No one ever got to see anyone as much as they hopped. Except for Blaine and Kurt but it helped they both made their own work schedules and could spend as much time together as possible. Not all of them had lucked out like that.

"I'll definitely do that if I have a night off. I'm going to be working a later shift at the clinic so it can stay opener later," Brittany crouched and dug through the cabinet under the sink. She mostly found half empty bottles of liquor but eventually pulled out a bottle of liquid soap. She stood back up and started to wash the dishes, her brows were pulled down tight over her brow and a frown set deep on her lips.

"What's wrong?" Quinn asked.

"Has she lived like this the whole time?" Brittany asked.

"Like what?" Quinn asked coming to lean against the sink next to her.

"Look at this place. Their aren't any photos, all the furniture looks like it's never been used, her dishes all have dust on them, her fridge didn't even have ketchup in there. Has she...it's like she doesn't even live her," Brittany's shoulders slumped and she set the clean dishes on the counter to be dried.

"It has been like this since she took a step back so you could focus on school. It was almost like she was just trying to get by until you got back. I would bring her dinner and Kurt, Blaine, and I would keep her company around work. She'd sleep all day and work all night and that was it," Quinn answered, knowing that Brittany would want to know all the sad details of her absence.

"I should have been here. I could have done online classes or something," Brittany dried the same dish over and over as she mused over what Quinn revealed.

"San was right when she left you at college. She was holding you back. You both needed time apart to grow and establish your lives. Now it's all about being adults and in love and creating a home together. That's why she never decorated. She was waiting to do that with you because none of us can really live without our mates. It's pointless to even try. Don't be sad about it because I promise you San isn't. Everything is as it should be. So let's eat and get you unpacked and moved in," Quinn finished her speech by grabbing the food and heading out into the living room to place it on the table.

They loaded the table up and Brittany was surprised to find all of her boxes in the living room. "What?"

"Blaine and Santana wanted to surprise you. Quinn was an excellent distraction," Kurt smiled with pride at his mate as he brought in the tray of meat he'd been grilling for them.

"That's so nice," Brittany went over and gave Blaine a hug and kissed Santana.

"We're all just happy to have you back," Blaine commented with a smile.

"You've no idea," Kurt added.

"Well I'm super glad to be back," Brittany grabbed Santana's hand as they took their places at the table.

"Me too babe," Santana leaned over and placed a big kiss on Brittany's cheek.

"Too much cuteness," Kurt placed his chin in his hand and sighed. Santana rolled her eyes at him and almost went to toss her roll at him. Brittany gripped her hand and pulled it into her lap. Their fingers intertwined as they started to eat their lunch.

After they finished their lunch Kurt and Quinn went to clean up while Blaine and Santana grabbed Brittany to start unloading her boxes. She didn't have that many so it didn't take so long to get things unpacked. Santana already had a large section of her closet open for her clothes and a couple of drawers in her dresser. After her clothes were up, Blaine helped her organize her two boxes of books onto the bookshelf in Santana's second bedroom. The only thing in that room was the bookshelf, an over stuffed arm chair, a desk with a laptop, and a small chest against one of the walls. Most everything had a thick layer of dust.

"Does she not ever clean?" Brittany asked fighting off a sneeze.

"She mostly just sleeps all day and then heads to the club. I don't think she's ever used the kitchen," Blaine commented as he brushed some dust out of his bushy eyebrows.

"She is so cleaning tomorrow," Brittany huffed, wiping her hands on her pants.

Blaine laughed, "I don't think she'll argue with you. Although, I'm surprised she wasn't freaking out about cleaning. Guess she was to busy freaking out about..." Blaine's eyes grew wide and he snapped his mouth shut.

"Freaking out about what?" Brittany asked looking back at him with confusion.

Santana popped into the room quickly with raised eyebrows at Blaine, "Just freaking out about you graduating and coming home."

Brittany turned to her having missed their weird looks, "Aw, no need to freak out." Blaine mouthed 'sorry' and went back to putting books on the shelves. Santana shrugged and came to kneel next to them to help. She frowned at all the dust before quickly standing up and rushing back out of the room. "What?" Brittany asked and within a second Santana was back with some type of swifter duster. Quinn also appeared behind her holding another one. Santana began to move through the room in a whirlwind of flailing arms. Brittany and Blaine watched amused as her and Quinn dusted every surface within minutes.

"That's much better," Quinn commented as she changed out her duster.

"Onward to the rest of the house," Santana pointed her swifter to the living room and everyone busted out laughing as she walked out of the room with her chin tilted up.

"She's lost her mind," Blaine laughed.

"More like it's fogged up with dust," Quinn joined in.

"Don't worry; I'll blow it clean later," Brittany hummed going back to loading her books.

Santana's head popped back in with a wicked grin, "Wanky."

Author's note: The next chapter I plan to write their mating cycle as it will be now. This will not result in babies, I have that arc planned out already. But I do have room for a few requests for this mating cycle. What would you like to see such as positions, places, kinks, etc? This is a good time to toss out whatever else you want to see before we get into the job requests and baby request (That's more plot and not enough sex to balance out so lets even it up).

I look forward to hearing all of your thoughts and of course you are always welcome to join me on tumblr.