Santana was convinced she was waking to a dream.

Her arms had never felt more full. She was spooning Brittany, right arm tightly draped around her stomach and left hand underneath the pillow. Her right hand glided over the warm, smooth stomach, light massaging the area right above Brittany's pink heaven. Her nose was filled with the refreshing aroma of Brit's hair. It was like having her head nestled in a mess of cotton candy. It smelt of bubble gum and fresh strawberries.

"Santana?" Brittany asked as she began to wake. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Santana opened her eyes. Soon discovering that the reason her voice sounded muffled was because there was a tangle of blonde hair in her mouth. She proceeded to spit them out sneakily, which proved difficult because some strands were wrapped around her tongue. After she released the locks completely she played it off by kissing the top of Brittany's head. This impulsive thing she had going on lately was begging to worry her. Ever since she had confessed her true feelings it was like she could barely hold back anything anymore.

Note to self: Ask over-priced shrinks hired by my parents to figure out where the hell this oral fixation shit was coming from.

Brittany rolled over in bed to face Santana, moving her hands between their bodies, and resting them against her breasts. They were both clad only in over sized T-Shirts at this point. Like they had just had a quickie in the back of a van at a Kiss concert. Very sexy, and very grunge. Brittany brought her left leg up and over Santana's hips, drawing her closer to her. Santana assisted in the movement by using her right hand to grope Brittany's bare ass. They kissed. Brittany cupped Santana's face with her hands and Santana moved her right leg between Brittany's legs. Applying pressure to her bare center, allowing the wet lips to rest right above her bended knee.

The morning breath didn't seem to be too much of an issue as their lips and tongues melded together. It was warm and smooth. Brittany craned her neck to deepened the kiss. Moving her left hand to Santana's neck. In intermittent motions their lips came together and parted. After every kiss they would open their eyes and stare at each other, smiling. Brittany was the aggressor for a change trying to probe deeper and deeper into Santana's mouth every time their lips caressed. They fell into an all too familiar rhythm.

Brittany's body began to churn in a slow building momentum like that of an early era locomotive. Grinding against Santana's leg. Her wetness increasing by the second. Santana's tightened her grip on Brit's ass and matched ever movement with firm thrusts with her right leg. The feeling of those silky folds sliding against the skin of her upper thigh was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Anytime a part of their body touched it created a firework of sensations able to send one of them into an eruption of ecstasy. And right now it seemed to be Brittany's turn.

Brittany paused the kissing procession, and released a high pitch moan. Her eyes fluttered open and her mouth was agape in an erotic trance. Unable to close like a fish out of water, grasping for a final drop of fresh air. She nuzzled against the right side of Santana's head. This innocent early morning make out session had transformed itself completely.

Santana understood it all too well. She withdrew her left hand from underneath the pillow and used it to securely grab the other side of Brittany's ass. The echoes of Brittany's satisfaction rang out in her ear urging her on. Santana began to thrust her leg against Brit's center more vigorously. Santana had to resort to hooking her right foot over the edge of the bed to help sustain the pressure . Brittany had rounded the bend into the home stretch and there was no stopping her relentlessness.

Brittany's left hand had departed from its grip on Santana's neck and was now clawing helplessly at the sheets of the bed. Her right hand was flat against Santana's right shoulder. Brit tightened her left legs grip around Santana's waist. thrusting harder and harder. Santana was amazed at her own ability to keep her cool in this situation. Her focus was solely on building up the moment for Brittany. She had this overwhelming urge to make her happy. And orgasms were easy.

Brittany intensified thrusting rapidly for moment and paused. She came and let out a cry of release.

Santana unclasped her hands from Brit's ass and moved them to the small of her back. Lightly caressing Brit in the wake of their impromptu passion. She wanted to enjoy the moment a bit longer but Brittany seemed to have an abundant amount of energy. She rolled off of Santana and then off the bed. She picked up a pair of pj bottoms lying near the bed and put them on. "I'm hungry."

Santana just stared at Brittany from the bed and smiled and Brittany returned a quick grin before exiting the room. Santana waited a bit before joining her. She wanted to savor the moment but getting Brit to see that would mean talking about feelings. Telling her that she'd rather starve then not have her in her arms right now. It meant reliving that awful moment when Brit told her she was choosing Artie over her. Lay all of her cards out on the table and be utterly and completely honest again. Vulnerable.

That wasn't something she could do.

*I will try to update every week, but sometimes I get writer ADD so I'm just going to apologize in advance. This story takes place the Summer after Season 2 and primarily focuses on Brittany and Santana's relationship. Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially since this is my first story.*