In a desert
I would thirst for you
And not water
In the cold
I crave your arms
Foregoing a blanket
In life you are it
My heart beats
Only at the sign
Of your breaths
We are connected
Connected until death
Santana's out in the heat of the sun tending to the fields because Puck has bronchitis and everyone else is lazy.
She's wearing little to no clothes donning a cut off t-shirt that's tied up in the front to expose her stomach and dangerously short denim cut offs and yet she's still glistening with sweat.
Her stomach muscles shine and tense in the heat as she bends over plants and clips buds and leaves putting some in a basket and tossing the leaves aside.
Her shorts ride up when she bends over and when Brittany walks down the hill to bring her water she is greeted by the sight of a sliver of Santana's ass cheek peeking out of the bottom of her shorts and her thong making an appearance higher up about her waistband and resting on the dimples of her caramel colored back.
Brittany comes up from behind her and grinds her front into Santana's ass and the brunette grunts and turns around.
The blonde hands her the bottle of water and kisses her girlfriend. "How's it going out here?"
"Well some plants got mold because Puck is an idiot so I have to isolate the ruined ones and then I have to harvest the buds on the good ones." Santana says as she keeps working.
Brittany walks closer to Santana at an agonizingly slow pace. When she gets close enough she takes her hand and runs her finger over San's exposed collarbone slowly but with purpose and leans forward so her lips caress the Latina's ear.
"Sounds like you need a break."
Santana gulps and nods. "Yea…Break."
Brittany drags her hand down from her collarbone to the waistband of San's shorts and slides a finger between cloth and skin and rubs a dark hipbone.
Santana breathes in deeply feeling herself start to glisten in other places and prepares herself for whatever Brittany's imagination has in store for her.
The blonde then slides her finger to the back on Santana's shorts and pushes her hand all the way in so she can grip the brunette's ass.
"Mm" Santana moans.
Brittany makes a motion to kiss her but stops just short and waits for Santana to make the connection.
Santana joins their lips and finds her tongue in Britt's mouth in a flash.
The taller girl lays Santana down on the grass in the fields between the plants and slides her hand up San's shirt to find she's not wearing a bra.
She plays with her nipple and sucks on her neck while Santana grabs at her ass and moans melodies that only Brittany gets to hear.
Santana slips her hands inside the blonde's shorts wanting to feel skin and grips her juicy bare ass.
"Fuck." Brittany gasps and brings her knee between Santana's thighs and grinds it into her wet pussy causing her to cry out in pleasure.
They grind into one another until Brittany creates space and slides her hand down the front of the Latina's shorts and runs her fingers through the waterfall in her panties.
Santana grips Britt's neck and guides her fingers where she needs her while rolling her hips into them.
She takes her left hand and slides it into her girl's shorts and shoves two fingers inside her without warning.
Brittany gasps. "Oh San."
The blonde follows and does the same to Santana and they both fuck each other hard and slow while rolling their hips into it to go deeper inside one another.
The heat from the sun beats down on them and sweat drips from one forehead to another, from one arm to a leg, and moans are heard nestled in with bird songs and tranquil breeze
Santana grinds greedily. "Ugh. Yes. Harder."
"Like this?" Brittany says speeding up.
"Yes. Oh hell yes."
Santana comes quickly after that and Brittany rides her fingers and erupts gripping San's shirt in the middle of her chest.
After recovering Brittany kisses her and stands up.
"Breaks over." She says with a sly grin before walking away leaving Santana sitting on the ground smiling at the love of her life.
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Santi comes to visit on Spring break. As he walks through the door Sofi spots him and runs into his arms.
"Tio!"
"Ah. How are you baby girl?" He puts her down. "I got something for you."
The now, young man, searches through his bag and pulls out a dirty baseball. "It's a ball from the first game I won with the team."
Santana walks over with a genuine smile and hugs her brother. "What do you say Sof?"
"Thank you."
Santi ruffles her hair and turns to Quinn, Britt, and Puck who also stand in the living room and opens his arms.
They all walk towards him and take turns hugging him and asking how college is.
Santana cooks as usual when they're all together and everyone at the other house is dope sick because of a shortage so she makes steak and potatoes and chicken nuggets for her baby girl.
Puck nudges Santos at the table. "How are the girls over there?"
Quinn kicks him under the table and he winces.
"Prime Puck the ladies are prime." Santi answers.
Santana screws up her face. "Gross. I don't wanna hear this. Did you pick a major yet?"
Santi swallows his steak and nods. "I wanna be a social worker. Ya know. Help kids like us." He shrugs.
Quinn beams at him. "That's awesome Ti."
He puts his head down bashfully and Santana and everyone at the table look at him so proudly that they actually stop eating for a moment just to reflect on how good he turned out.
After dinner everyone goes to bed but San stays up to talk to her brother alone.
"So she did it with a bread tie? That's classic Brittany." Santi laughs.
"Yea and I want to marry her so bad but it's not legal here."
Santi thinks for a moment before coming up with a solution. "I think I got an idea."
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The next day Santana brings Brittany to the kitchen while Sofia is napping and all her tattoo supplies are set up on the table.
"What's going on? Am I getting my giraffe tattoo?"
Santana laughs. "No you're going to learn how to tattoo."
San goes to the fridge and gets out a package of chicken breasts she boiled earlier and places them in front of the blonde.
Then she slides a stencil of an infinity symbol with two lines coming out of each side towards her.
"Put the stencil on the chicken and it will transfer the drawing. Then put the needle in the gun."
Santana stands behind her and guides her hand as Brittany holds the tattoo gun and loads it with ink.
"Now put your foot on the pedal down there and that makes the needle go. Kinda like a sewing machine."
Brittany does as told and jumps when the gun springs to life and vibrates in her hand. Santana chuckles and Britt regains her composure and starts to tattoo the design on the skin of the chicken.
The first three are horrible but after the fourth she gets the hang out it.
After a while Brittany stops and looks up at Santana. "What's the point of all this?"
Santana grins. "I have an idea."
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Santana gathers everyone in the living room including Sofie and there is a table in the middle of the room with a cloth over it and flowers everywhere.
She goes away and comes back in a tight white dress that hangs off her shoulder and red heels.
Brittany comes down the steps and looks stunning in a simple knee length peplum dress. She has her hair done up and curly tendrils shape her face.
She kisses Santana when she meets her at the steps and they join hands.
They walk over to the table and Santi pulls one chair out for San and the other for Brittany.
Puck pulls the cloth off the table and there lay the tattoo gun, black ink, and all the other supplies needed.
Sam, Tina, Mike, and Sugar all look at one another confused.
Brittany smiles at her girl. "Do you want to go first?"
San shakes her head. "No you do me first."
San wants to show just how much she's committed to this by being the first one to do it.
Britt motions for her left hand and San stretches it acrss the table and rests it in Britt's palm. Brittany swabs the area with alcohol and then places the stencil on San's ring finger before peeling it away and revealing the transfer.
The infinity symbol runs vertical on the finger and two lines come out from it and wrap around the finger like a ring. They changed the bands from just lines to intricate swirls when Brittany went to town on about 30 chicken breasts and became as good as and jailhouse tattoo artist.
Brittany loads the needle into the gun and dips it into black ink.
"Santana you have all of my heart. It spills over with the love I have for you. With all that you've done for me and continue to do for me I could never repay you. But I will tell you I love you everyday until the hour I die. We share a soul.
Quinn steps forward. "Santana Lopez do you take Brittany Pierce as your wife. To have and to hold in sickness and in health from now and until the hour of your death?"
Santana smiles and squeezes Brittany's hand. "Damn right I do."
Brittany nods with a teary smile and starts tattooing.
Sof watches with interest in what's happening and mesmerized by how pretty her mommies look.
Brittany finishes and then kisses Santana's hand. Santana checks out Britt's handy work and approves.
"It's perfect." Santana swoons.
Brittany presents her left hand to Santana after changing the needle and waits for her turn.
Again before Santana goes to work something is said. "Brittany you literally brought light into my life. For too long I was scraping by in the darkness but you came with that smile and laugh and I was instantly blown away. You are everything. As simple as that. And I'm just lucky I get to wake up to those blue eyes every morning and kiss those lips every night, I love you Brittany so, so much. My heart is yours always. We share a soul."
Quinn says her part and the regular wedding stuff and then Brittany answers. "I do. Every second of every day I do."
Santana wipes a tear from her eye and turns the gun on. Brittany winces a little but Santana is done within 15 minutes.
Santana and Brittany both stand up and embrace one another and Quinn stands in front of them.
"I now pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Santana dips Brittany and kisses her deeply.
She looks into blue eyes bewildered by her wonderful life. "How?"
She puts the blonde upright.
"We're meant to be Santana. It's as simple as that."
"Who's taking who's name?" Santana asks.
"I want to take yours. I want to be a Lopez just like my baby girl."
Santana smiles and kisses her, now, wife and nods. "Brittany Lopez it is."