Chapter 23:
Warning: Sexual themes.
I woke up to hot even breaths hitting the back of my neck. I wondered why, instead of waking up with Brittany in my arms, it was the opposite. But I loved being in Brittany's arms just the same, feeling her bare skin on mine, our legs tangled together and her arm around my waist. The heat radiating from her body caused me to want to stay in her warm embrace forever.
I had probably fallen asleep because I woke up again to soft kisses on my shoulders and shoulder blades. I hummed and shuffled back against Brittany and she tightened her arm around me.
"Honey, wake up." She whispered against my skin, causing goosebumps to rise on my arms. I groaned, rubbing my face and turned around to face my favorite blonde. "Good morning." She said and smiled softly at me.
"Definitely good." I mumbled and leaned in to connect our lips.
Although I had always focused on my pleasure with previous sexual partners, I wouldn't change a single thing from the night before. Brittany was a lot more than just a sexual partner to me, I felt like I had connected with her on a higher level and I was pretty sure I would be fine with spending the rest of my life making her feel good. I felt like the blonde was giving a gift to me by allowing me to do that.
I pulled back from the kiss and sighed. We stayed silent for a while but when I noticed the blonde zoning out I spoke up.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked her and she looked into my eyes again.
"Does our relationship guarantee a long term commitment?" She asked me and I stared at her. "I need a proof. Some verifiable, empirical data." She added. I didn't think it was too soon to have 'that' conversation, we had already made it clear that this wasn't casual for either of us. I understood what she was really asking though and I answered in the same language.
"Thank god I'm smart enough to understand that." I said to tease her but she was still looking at me seriously. I sighed. "How big is the universe?" I asked.
"Infinite." She answered.
"How do you know?" I asked her.
"I know because all the data indicate it." She said.
"But it hasn't been proven yet." I stated and she shook her head 'no'. "You haven't seen it." I added and she shook her head again. "Then how do you know for sure?" I wondered.
"I don't, I just believe it." She whispered and I nodded. I watched her face as she realized what I was really telling her.
"It's the same with us." I said with the same tone.
"Do you believe that?" She asked me and I nodded confidently. I wondered how I could not believe that. I was in love with her, I had never felt like that and I was sure I would do anything for Brittany and for her daughter.
Brittany was watching me with her expressive eyes. Beautiful blue eyes full of trust and honesty and vulnerability. She shuffled closer to me and brought her hand up to trace my jaw line and lips. She smiled softly at me and I swallowed thickly, feeling my heartbeats increasing.
"You have to be real." She said quietly, looking at her finger that was on my lips. I reached up to take her hand in mine, kissed it, and then guided her hand towards my chest, so she could feel at what crazy pace my heart was beating.
"This happens whenever you're around. Whenever you talk to me, look at me, touch me. Even when I'm just thinking of you." I said and Brittany swallowed thickly. "I'm definitely real. I'm a real number. I'm rational too. And positive. I'm a real positive rational number. Is that possible?" I wondered, having no idea if those numbers existed. Brittany just nodded at me.
"Thank you." She told me.
"For what?" I wondered.
"For coming to my life when I needed it the most." She said, making my heart skip a beat. She pushed me so I would turn on my back and settled on top of me, making me let out a shaky breath when I felt her bare breasts against mine. "I've never been so close with anyone. I'm so thankful for you." She whispered and let her hands slide up my sides, over my ribcage and the sides of my breasts, causing me to swallow thickly at her intentions. "And I want to show you that." She whispered and started kissing my neck while her knee spread my legs apart and she fell between them.
"Uh Britt, you don't have to…" I trailed off. She started sucking at my pulse point, causing my heartbeats to increase, and my hands settled on her bare back, feeling her soft skin.
"I want to. I've wanted you for a long time." She whispered and started leaving small soft kisses on my jaw line until she reached my lips. "I'm sorry I didn't show that before. Let me do that now." She said but before I could say that she didn't have to be sorry, that I understood her reasons and that she didn't have to prove anything to me, she leaned in and connected our lips, effectively sucking the air out of my lungs.
Brittany's hands explored my torso, my ribcage, my hipbones, my stomach, causing me to tense and relax because of her touch. She pulled back from the kiss and started kissing down my neck and chest and collarbone before wrapping her pink lips around my nipple, while her other hand went to squeeze my other breast. I gasped in surprise and moaned at the feeling. My bent knees closed to trap her where she was, while my hands went in her hair. I arched my chest towards Brittany's mouth and started breathing faster when I felt her piercing on my nipple, not expecting to get any pleasure from it.
"Fuck, Britt." I breathed while she went to suck and lick and nibble on my other nipple too. I could feel myself getting wet, causing me to not be able to think anything else but Brittany's mouth on me. I couldn't even think if her piercing could hurt either her or me, I just lost myself in that pleasurable feeling, that intensified when Brittany's hips pushed against mine in the best way possible, causing me to moan softly.
She pulled back from my breast, causing me to whimper in protest and kneeled on the bed between my legs, before she hooked her fingers at the sides of the underwear that I was wearing. She tugged them down my legs before I could say anything, effectively making me even more wet at her sudden forcefulness.
She spread my knees again and settled between them, her face only a few inches from my center, making me feel self-conscious and extremely exposed in front of her. She started kissing and sucking my inner thigh, slowly making her way towards my center, causing me to breathe out shakily. I could feel her hot breath hitting me where I wanted her the most but she ignored that and started kissing and sucking on my other thigh too. I put the heel of my palms over my eyes and tried to ignore the fact that Brittany could see how wet I was for her but she decided to do nothing about it and just tease me.
"Britt." I started to ask her to come back up to me but just then she licked my slit, from my entrance all the way up to my clit, automatically making me jerk and moan at the feeling. My nervousness vanished and was replaced with arousal instead and the blonde put her arms under my thighs and grabbed my waist so I would stay still. She moaned against me when she tasted me, the vibrations sending shivers all over my body.
Her tongue was exploring my wet folds, circling my clit and then dipping the tip just inside my tight hole. I moaned again and leaned my weight on my elbows so I could look at what the blonde was doing to me. But I didn't think there was anything I could do to prepare myself for the effect that this sight would have on me. I got wetter when I saw Brittany between my legs, tasting me. I let myself fall on the mattress again, if I was to watch her for another second I would come right then and there. Just then she went to suck on my clit and I moaned loudly when her piercing made contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"That's fucking amazing!" I exclaimed. My knees trembled and spread further, making myself even more exposed to her. I wanted to touch her, to grab her head and keep her there. But I didn't know if she would like that so I bit the back of my hand to keep my composure and not risk doing anything that would cause the blonde to stop.
"Do you like that?" Brittany asked me and I whined because she pulled back to talk to me.
"Don't stop." I immediately said so she would go back. And she did go back to my clit and kept sucking and teasing me with her piercing, making me moan. Until I couldn't handle it anymore. "Fuck, Britt." I said and looked down at her to find her looking back at me. I slowly brought my hands down to her hair, like I was testing the waters, but when she didn't even flinch I relaxed again. My heart skipped a beat when we kept the eye-contact, I had never felt so close and connected with anyone and I had never been so comfortable with this level of intimacy. "Come here." I said between my fast breathing and watched as the blonde left my center and made her way to me again.
She kissed me and I moaned when I tasted myself in her mouth, getting more wet. I moaned louder when Brittany started exploring my wet folds with her long fingers. I put my arms around her back and hugged her tightly, needing to feel her as close to me as possible. She leaned her weight on her elbow while her other hand inserted a long finger inside of me. I cried out in pleasure and arched my back, trying to get as much friction as possible. She curled her finger, hitting my cervix, and trying to find my special spot. And when she did I moaned loudly.
"Right there." I said shakily. I whimpered when she pulled out her finger but she immediately put back in two fingers and started hitting my special spot repeatedly, causing me to be a trembling moaning mess beneath her.
I completely surrendered to Brittany, I couldn't form words to describe what she was doing to me, how amazing I felt. I gave myself to her, all I could do was to feel the pleasure she was causing me. All I could do was to moan and breathe unevenly and try messily to meet her thrusts. I could feel myself getting closer to that point of absolute bliss.
"Come for me, baby." Brittany breathed against my ear and reached down to wrap her soft pierced lips around my hard nipple, all the while still thrusting into me. Her hardened thrusts and the sensation of the piercing and the sucking on my nipple, pushed me over the edge.
I stilled frozen and then shook in pleasure, crying out Brittany's name. All that tension that was building up inside of me, from the moment that I had met Brittany, left me. I was left with falling more in love with that person that was on top of me, that made me feel special and unique. I was left with the realization that after this moment I would need the blonde in my life for the rest of it. But it didn't scare me. It didn't scare me because Brittany went back to kissing me. She kissed me heatedly, trying to convey that she felt the same way.
Brittany slowed down her thrusts and gently pulled out her fingers, leaving me breathless and panting. She wrapped both her arms around me and hugged me tightly, hiding her face to the crook of my neck.
"I'm falling for you." I blurted out after a while. Only when Brittany tensed against me I realized what I had said. But before I could think of something to cover it she interrupted me like she could read my thoughts.
"Please don't take it back." She said pleadingly against my neck and relaxed again. I let out a long breath and brought my arms around her too and hugged her tightly. I sighed and kissed the side of her head, feeling satisfied and happy that she didn't freak out.
We stayed like that, completely tangled together for a while. I had never felt so completed and whole in my entire life. The blonde had fallen asleep because I could feel Brittany's even breath on my neck, causing me to shiver. But someone knocked on the front door, causing me to groan silently.
I grabbed my phone from the night stand to see that it was nine in the morning on a Saturday. I sighed and reluctantly disentangled myself from Brittany, careful not to wake her up. I got up from the bed and turned around to find my girlfriend sleeping in all her naked glory. I thought to myself that I would never get over how beautiful she was.
I wore shorts and a tank top and put a pair of clothes on the bed for Brittany too before leaving my bedroom and going to open the door.
"Mami." I acknowledged and stepped to the side to let Maribel come in. She looked me up and down causing me to frown before going in the kitchen. I sighed and closed the door before following her. "Good morning to you too." I mumbled.
"Good morning?" She wondered while she started making coffee. The thing about my mother was that although she was whining, she always made me coffee so I would be awake to hear her. "Do you know what time I woke up and how many chores I did until now?" She asked me while I was getting a sit at the table. But I didn't answer, I was too busy trying to block out the thoughts of what I was doing. Or who. Or who was doing me. But when she gave me a mug with coffee I smiled gratefully at her before taking it. I took a sip and then looked up to see why my mother was silent, and I found her staring at me.
"What?" I asked defensively although I didn't know what I was defending myself from.
"Back in my day men didn't want women who woke up at noon and didn't know how to cook." She told me while getting a sit opposite me and I rolled my eyes.
"Thank god I don't need a man in any aspect of my life then." I said and took another sip from my coffee.
"And thank god that you have such a cool mom." She added making me grunt my agreement. "I think I'm the coolest of all my friends back in Lima, maybe now I'll make more cool friends." She said and I nodded my head. It must had been difficult for her to leave her life in Lima and start a new one in New York. But obviously Maribel hadn't lost her sense of humor.
"You're the coolest mom I've ever had." I told her and looked up to see her frowning at me.
"I'm the only one." She told me pointedly and I shrugged smiling. "So Santanita, can you help a friend?" She asked me then and I arched an eyebrow. "She cheated on her husband and now he wants a divorce and the house and the custody of the children and she needs a lawyer." She said and I rolled my eyes.
"What friend do you have who has children under eighteen?" I wondered and Maribel shrugged.
"You know I'm really sociable." She said and I nodded.
"Yeah, I know. Give Marley's number to her." I said, not really paying much attention to it. I was dealing with cases like those every day. Maribel nodded at me and looked at the clock on the wall.
"So what time is Brittany gonna wake up? Should I make you something to eat?" She asked me, causing me to widen my eyes. I stared at her, not sure how she knew that Brittany was here. Maribel rolled her eyes. "Go wake her up and I'll make something." She finally said and stood up.
"No need, I'm up and I don't eat in the mornings." A sweet voice said and when I turned around I couldn't help but smile at how perfect Brittany looked. She was wearing my clothes and my heart skipped a bit at the fact, an effect Brittany was having on me but I certainly didn't have a problem with it.
"That's not healthy at all, mija." Maribel said and went to hug the blonde. Brittany shrugged after she pulled back from my mother's embrace and came to sit next to me. Maribel went to my empty fridge.
"Mija means daughter?" Brittany whispered at me and I swallowed thickly.
"It's slang for my daughter." I explained and Brittany nodded biting her bottom lip. I didn't know if the blonde liked it when my mother called her that. What I knew was that Maribel wasn't going to stop calling her that, especially since she knew that Brittany had lost her parents.
"You're thirty and you don't even know how to go grocery shopping?" Maribel wondered while she started shuffling around the kitchen.
"I am not thirty!" I protested loudly, causing Brittany to chuckle and my mother to click her tongue.
"Twenty-eight or thirty, it's the same thing." She said in English but then turned the conversation in Spanish. "When I was your age I had an eight-year old." She said and I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, I know. Can you speak in English?" I asked pointedly and she looked at me challengingly.
"When are you gonna have kids? You're not getting any younger." She said and looked at me expectantly. I huffed at her and looked at the blonde next to me who had her lips sucked in her mouth and not looking at me. I turned back to Maribel to see that she was trying to hide a smirk.
"She has Ali." Brittany said then and I turned to her again to see her shrugging like it wasn't a big deal. But it was a big deal to me. I quickly looked to find Maribel having her back to us so I cupped my girlfriend's cheeks and tugged her so I could quickly kiss her and then pulled back again.
"Really? Are you two finally together?" Maribel asked.
"Yes." Brittany answered and my mother clicked her tongue.
"Thank god." She mumbled and I rolled my eyes. My mother kept cooking something, having her back to us so Brittany leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Do you think now that you're here is a good time to tell her about my old job?" She asked me and I arched my eyebrows in surprise because I had totally forgotten about that. But then I just nodded. Brittany nodded too, as if to give herself courage and turned to face my mother again. "Mrs. Lopez?" She called and Maribel snorted.
"I told you a thousand times, call me Maribel." My mother said, sounding bored. But finished what she was doing and turned around to face us.
"I have to get used to it, I guess." Brittany shrugged and Maribel smiled while nodding her head. "So…" She trailed off then and looked at me. I nodded at her encouragingly and she sighed. Maribel was looking between us but she finally settled her gaze on my girlfriend. "You like me, right?" The blonde asked and I arched my eyebrows in curiosity. She definitely started with an interesting way.
"Oh honey, if I wasn't married and you were just a few years older and you weren't my daughter's girlfriend I'd definitely hit on you." Maribel immediately said, causing me to choke on nothing.
"Mami!" I exclaimed and she looked at me like nothing was wrong.
"What? It's not like it's the first time I'm being the object of desire of a woman, Santanita." She said and my eyes widened. "But I'm married, so…" She trailed off and I stared at her, blinking a couple of times.
"It's not like she's ugly, or old, or anything." Brittany added and I turned to glare at her. She held up her hands defensively at me and I huffed. The last thing I wanted was to hear my mother talking about stuff like that. "So anyway, that's not what I meant." Brittany told my mother and Maribel smiled understandingly.
"Of course, dear. Santanita's just easy to tease." She said and I rolled my eyes. "Why are you asking me though?" Maribel asked and smiled like she knew why but she was asking anyway. Brittany swallowed thickly and looked down at her hands that were clasped on the table.
"There's something you have to know about me." Brittany started and Maribel nodded, waiting patiently for the blonde to continue. I put my hand on my girlfriend's thigh to remind her that I was there and she finally made eye-contact with my mother. "Before I came to New York, nine years ago, I was a prostitute." She said. Maribel was staring at her and Brittany was staring back. I couldn't understand their emotions. But then my mother smiled and came around the table to cup Brittany's cheeks. She was looking at her proudly and then she leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"Thank you for telling me." Maribel said when she pulled back. "It must've been hard. But you're so strong, I'm so glad you're in our lives now. Maybe you could teach a lesson or two to that one." She said and gestured towards me. I huffed at her and she smiled. She came to me and kissed my forehead too.
"If Santana wasn't strong we wouldn't be together now." Brittany said, making my heart skip several beats. I took her hand in mine and brought it up to my lips to kiss it, causing her to smile her perfect smile at me.
"I'm so happy for you two." Maribel said and patted both of our shoulders. "Let's eat." She exclaimed then and went back to her cooking.
…
After we had eaten Maribel left, telling me to go over their house later because my uncle wanted to talk to me. Then she had told Brittany how proud she was of her. And it seemed like it meant a lot to the blonde, because she hugged Maribel tightly and thanked her. And I was really happy that my mother was fine with it, it wasn't like I had doubts. But it was good to know for sure. I figured Maribel was giving me enough happiness to balance out my father's cold behavior.
We were sitting next to each other on the couch in silence. Brittany was playing with her piercing and I did my best to forget what that piercing could do to me.
"I have a legal question." Brittany told me after a while and I looked at her expectantly. "Maybe you'll be kind enough to answer this without charging me." She said teasingly.
"Sorry babe, no can do." I answered and the blonde rolled her eyes, causing me to smirk at her. "So what is it?" I asked.
"What happens if I die?" She asked me and I snorted at her random question. "That was the sexiest sound ever." She added teasingly and I rolled my eyes. My voice was always more raspy when I woke up and the sound that I made was probably not sexy at all. "Seriously though." She said and I frowned because she was serious.
"What do you mean?" I wondered.
"What happens to Ali if I die like tomorrow?" Brittany asked me and my eyes widened.
"What are you talking about? Why would you die tomorrow?" I asked and she sighed again.
"Hypothetically speaking." She said.
"Well, hypothetically speaking, if you die tomorrow then Sam gets her sole custody." I answered.
"What if my sister becomes her guardian?" She asked me.
"Legal guardians have no power over a biological parent. Especially Sam because as far as I know he doesn't have any criminal records, no drug problems and he's not abusive." I answered and Brittany bit her pierced bottom lip.
"What if Anna adopts her?" She asked me.
"She can't do that while you're still alive, Britt. And Sam has to agree with it and terminate his rights." I said and Brittany sighed. "Why are you asking me these things?" I asked.
"Because I want to know what will happen to my daughter if I die or something." She mumbled and I frowned.
"You won't die or something." I said and Brittany sighed.
"That's not what happened with my parents, San." She told me quietly and I pouted, although I still didn't know what happened to them. It made sense that Brittany was worried about her daughter.
"Hey, Ali has people in her life that care about her, Britt. She'll be fine." I said and the blonde nodded slowly at me.
"So, what happens if Sam wants to see Ali?" She asked me then and I shrugged.
"He'll contact you himself or maybe Blaine will. Depends on Sam." I answered.
"So I'm not your client anymore? You have nothing to do with it?" Brittany asked me.
"Well, I'm here if you need me, baby." I said and Brittany frowned.
"Need you for what?" She asked and I shrugged. "Say Blaine called and asked me to give the kid to Sam for the weekend. Do I need you now?" She asked me and my eyes widened. Sam didn't have the right to do that. He only had the right to see the kid once a week, only in front of Brittany.
"He did that?" I asked in alarm.
"Where do you think is Ali now?" She asked me.
"Are you fucking serious?" I asked her and she shook her head 'no', causing me to sigh in relief. It wouldn't be that weird if Blaine or fucking Sam did such thing.
"Who is this 'serious' person, anyway? I'm not cheating on you." She said and I stared at her. I thought I would never get used to the fact that this angel right in front of me chose to be my girlfriend.
"One day, I won't realize that you're kidding and I'll have a stroke or something." I mumbled and the blonde chuckled. "Seriously though, Britt. If he calls you, please tell me about it before you agree to anything, ok?" I asked and she frowned at me.
"I'm not stupid, San. I think I understand what his rights are." She said and I sighed.
"Alright, so that's the thing. I have the law degree here and when I am telling you to take advice from a lawyer before agreeing to something, you should do it. I've seen a lot of things doing this job, if you think that because we won the trial then everything is fine and want to risk your daughter then that's on you." I said and held my hands up in indifference. But I was definitely not indifferent. "I'm not saying this as your girlfriend. I'm telling you as a counselor. As your girlfriend I really don't have any say with what you do with your daughter." I said and Brittany bit her bottom lip, looking at me with an unreadable expression. "We have to distinguish these two." I whispered then. I didn't want what brought us together, Brittany being my client, to be what would bring us apart because of misunderstandings.
"Ok." Brittany nodded at me.
"You know what? Maybe you should find another lawyer, I'll find you one. I really don't want this to be a reason to fight with you." I sighed and Brittany immediately shook her head.
"Fuck no. I don't want anyone else. You're like the best lawyer and your mine. Why would I want anyone else?" She wondered, making my heart skip a beat at her possessiveness. "Plus, you know everything already and I don't trust anyone else with my daughter. And we won't fight, baby. I didn't really like it when you said that you don't have any say as my girlfriend. I trust you with her more than I trust my sister, although you probably don't even know what to feed the kid." She said teasingly and I rolled my eyes.
But my heart melted at what she told me, it meant so much to me that Brittany was including me in her daughter's life too, not just hers. So I leaned in and connected my lips with hers, trying to convey my gratitude and happiness.
…
In the afternoon Brittany had to leave and go pick her daughter up from her sister. So I got ready to go to my uncle's house. I didn't really want to face my father, but I decided that it was time to talk to him and see if he changed his opinion. Or if he changed at all.
I knocked on the door and waited for someone to open, wondering what my uncle wanted to talk to me about. The one that answered the door was Maribel.
"Come in." She told me and turned away to go in the kitchen. I closed the door and followed her. It seemed like she was cleaning the house.
"Where's everybody?" I wondered when I saw neither my father nor my uncle.
"Mario went to get some things from the grocery store, he'll be back any minute. Sit down." She said and gestured to the table. I took a sit and arched an eyebrow at her. "Antonio is still sleeping." She mumbled and I frowned.
"It's five in the afternoon." I said pointedly and Maribel shrugged. "He's still sleeping from the night before?" I asked and she nodded. "He's acting like a teenager now?" I asked, starting to feel the anger settling into me.
"He woke up in the morning to tell me that he was tired and that he'd stay in bed and then I left and came to you." Maribel said.
"He's tired of doing what?" I snapped but my mother didn't say anything. "Go wake him up." I frowned and my mother sighed before leaving the kitchen.
I ran a hand through my hair and let out a long breath. I didn't like what was happening, it only meant bad things, sleeping at this hour of the day.
After a few minutes Maribel came in the kitchen having a look of disbelief in her eyes. She was holding a piece of paper in one hand, her other hand covering her mouth.
"What's that?" I asked and gestured to what she was holding.
"He's gone."