Honeymoon
Two years later;
I closed the door of our hotel room behind me and let my back lean on it as my bag fell on the ground. My feet hurt, my back hurt and I could barely keep my eyes open. I was exhausted. But I managed to keep my eyes open to see the look of pure adoration that my wife sent me when she saw that I was holding in front of me her favorite chocolate. I still felt bad, so I wanted to somehow make it up to her, although I knew that a chocolate wouldn't do that. I sighed and looked at her pleadingly, I wanted her to come closer to me.
"Oh honey." My wife said softly, her voice was like music to my ears and the tenderness in it made my eyes water. She stood up from the bed, where she had been typing on her laptop, and came to me. I took her hand when she was right in front of me and brought it up to my lips, softly kissing her knuckles and the wedding ring. I had given her an engagement ring too but she wasn't such a big fan of jewelry so she just kept it safe at home. She would sometimes take off her wedding ring as well, but it didn't bother me. I was often taking off my rings too, just because I wasn't wearing them didn't mean that I wasn't married anymore or that I wasn't completely and utterly in love with my wife.
"We're on our honeymoon, so it's like a cheat week for you. You have to eat it." I held up the chocolate and Brittany chuckled as she took it and put it on the dresser. She always ate healthy food, so whenever she was cooking I was forced to eat it too. And by whenever I mean almost always.
"You're sweet." She slid her arms around my waist and pulled my body so I would lean on her. Brittany's embrace relaxed me and her softness and scent had me distracted enough to momentarily forget that my body hurt so much that I could practically hear my heartbeats.
"I just want you to love me." I shrugged.
"I do love you, honey. So fucking much." She whispered against my neck, her words and breath that hit my skin sent shivers down my spine.
I lifted my hands up to cup her cheeks and pulled her face back from my neck so I could kiss those addictive and pierced lips. I sighed in the soft kiss, thinking how much I missed my wife's touch that day, but Brittany didn't let the kiss last for long. I slowly opened my eyes when I felt her pink lips leaving mine, to see that she was looking at me softly.
"You should take a shower to relax and then we can cuddle in bed." She whispered. She obviously understood how tired I was, but what she said caused me to frown.
"No." I said with a strong voice and shook my head with finality. "Just no."
…
Alice and I just got home to find Brittany in the kitchen, sitting at the table and writing on her papers while eating an apple.
"Mommy, look!" The five year old exclaimed and went to show her mother her new test in mathematics that she got an A. Of course she did, she was the smartest.
I smiled at the look on my wife's face and thought that Brittany couldn't be prouder of our daughter, even if she tried. She caught my gaze and smiled back at me for a few seconds but Alice got her attention again. I could hear them talking excitedly as I started to go to the bedroom.
I passed by Alice's room to make sure that it was messy, although I already knew that Brittany wouldn't tidy up for Alice, and then I went in my bedroom. I sighed when I took off my heels and I straightened up, groaning when I felt my back cracking. I took off my clothes and put on shorts and a tank top before going back in the kitchen to see that Alice had already went to the TV.
"Ali." I warned and arched an eyebrow when she turned to me. "Your room is a mess." She pouted at me but both Brittany and I were adamant. She would always have to tidy her room and do her almost non-existent homework before doing anything else. And when she saw that I wouldn't give in, she sighed and stood up to go to her room. I winked at her when she passed by me, making her frown disapprovingly.
"You were supposed to lawyer me." She whispered looking behind me, probably to see if Brittany heard her, before looking at me expectantly again. I sucked my lips inside my mouth so I wouldn't laugh, she obviously meant that I was supposed to defend her. And I did lots of times, but not about this.
"I love you, baby." I whispered back and she sighed again. I chuckled because she looked like all the problems of the world fell upon her.
"I love you too." She mumbled before leaving the living room.
I took a deep breath and turned to see why Brittany was so quiet. I found my wife still at the table in the kitchen and still eating her 'healthy' apple, not paying much attention to us as she was writing something on a paper. It made sense that she was quiet, she would always lose herself in her mathematics. I would never understand that. But I loved her anyway.
"What is the most beautiful wife in the world doing?" I asked and started to go near her. And when she looked up at me with narrowed eyes I knew that my compliment didn't work.
"What's wrong?" She asked me and I sighed as I sat opposite her. I took the pen that she was holding and placed it on the table, before taking her hand in both of mine.
"There's this seminar-" I started but she cut me off before I could explain as she took her hand away from my hold.
"Not again." She groaned. "That's unfair, San. You have days to take off to go to your seminars but you can't do that so we can go on our honeymoon? We're married for five months now!" She was almost whining and I stared at her, not sure where this outburst had come from.
"Honey."
"No, San. You can't leave for a whole week again and expect me to not say anything. Is a week too much to ask from my wife?" She asked me pointedly. My heart would always melt inside my chest whenever she was calling me her wife, although it had been five months since we got married. I just couldn't get over the fact that this angel chose to be with me forever.
"That seminar was mandatory." I mumbled.
"I know, that's why I didn't say anything. Is this seminar mandatory too?"
"No." I stood up and went to take my bag that I had thrown on the floor when I came in earlier. I heard Brittany mumbling 'that's even worse', making me sigh. I found the folder that I was searching for and went back to my wife. I gave her the folder as I sat next to her. "I want to go, you know I want to be on top, but if it bothers you that much then fuck it. I honestly didn't know that it bothered you so much, honey." I mumbled. I never wanted to put my work before my family and I was sad when Brittany pointed out that I was doing just that. And it was even worse the fact that I didn't even realize it.
I watched Brittany's fingers as she opened the folder and pulled out two air tickets for Florida, where the seminar I wanted to attend was taking place and one of the places that was on our list for our honeymoon.
"San?"
"But we're not going there. I have the days off, so we're going wherever you want. I have ten days but I'll take more if you want. Just talk to me and don't ever let me do that again." I sighed as I took the tickets from Brittany, not really meeting her gaze to know what she was thinking. But when her hand covered my own that was holding the tickets, I finally looked up at her. "Honey, I'm so so sorry, I love you so much. Just please, tell me what you want." I was pleading for her to say something because she was silent for too long to be good.
But her answer was to lean in and connect our lips. I breathed sharply through my nose, surprised by Brittany's actions, but not disappointed at all. I responded to the kiss, cupping the back of her neck with my free hand and deepening the kiss. I didn't know what she was thinking, but I could tell by the way she was kissing me that we were fine.
"We should go." She mumbled against my lips before leaving another soft kiss on my lips. "I'd never ask you to sacrifice your job like that for me or our daughter, I know how important it is for you. So, why not combine the two things?" She asked me as she took the tickets again from me. And so I stayed still, staring at her as she opened the folder again and took out the hotel booking as well and the program of the seminar. "It's just for one day. We can spend the rest of the days just being together." She shrugged and turned to see me still staring at her. "Honey?" She called but I just couldn't understand how she went from disapproving to approving in just a few seconds.
"Are you sure?" I finally spoke up and she smiled before nodding her head as she leaned in to connect our lips again. But I didn't let her kiss me because I needed to say one more thing. "I really meant it that you're the most beautiful wife in the world." I whispered and she quickly leaned in to kiss me so I wouldn't see her blushing cheeks. But I saw them and it made me smile in the kiss.
…
"Work isn't getting between us ever again. I spent my whole day without you on our honeymoon. That's like…no." I mumbled as I turned away from Brittany and went further in the room as I started unbuttoning my shirt. "We were supposed to have fun and be together and love each other and have lots of sex, not sleep at eight o'clock."
"Honey, it really doesn't bother me. We have nine more days to do all those things. Now you're tired and I just want to hold you while you rest your perfect and exhausted body." My wife came by my side again and took the shirt that I was about to let fall on the ground.
"Britt." I sighed but she shushed me.
"Just go take a shower and I'll wait for you." I knew I would give in before I even started to protest. I was too tired to argue and I figured that it would be wiser to spend all the energy that was left inside of me on not falling asleep while taking a shower.
"I love you."I mumbled and with one last peck on my understanding wife's lips, I went to the bathroom.
And after almost half an hour, I got out to find Brittany waiting for me just like she promised. She smiled her perfect smile at me as I slowly walked to the bed. I sighed, feeling my eyes watering because I thought that I wasn't worthy of so much kindness. I fell on the bed and groaned at the ache on my back and the relief that my feet didn't have to hold me anymore.
"Baby?" I called with closed eyes, wanting my wife to come closer to me and she did. I felt her sitting by my side and leaning down to leave a kiss on my lips, causing me to arch an eyebrow. I blindly grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down again before she could leave, so I could kiss her again, this time forcing my exploring tongue in her welcoming mouth. "You ate the chocolate." I mumbled, causing her to smile against my lips.
"No, I didn't." She connected our lips again for a soft peck before standing up.
"Yeah, right." I didn't believe her because I could smell it and I could taste it. I heard her shuffling around, turning off the lights and turning on the TV, putting it on mute so only the light coming from it would lit the room. I felt her sitting by my legs, forcing me to open my eyes and look at her frowning. "Come here." I whined, sounding a lot like Alice, as I let my head fall back on the pillow and Brittany chuckled.
But she didn't say anything, she just took my leg and brought it on her lap, her hands going on my foot that still hurt too much and started massaging, making me groan in pain.
"That hurts." I grunted as I leaned my weight on my elbows, looking down to see my wife sitting on her knees at the end of the bed and having my foot on her thighs. There was something intimate about this, something that I wouldn't want anyone else doing for me and something that I wouldn't do for anyone else. That pain provided so much relief that I felt like it was something that I would only share with my wife. And the love I saw in her eyes prompted me to fall back down on the bed and enjoy my wife's touch.
Brittany's massaging was hard and surprisingly relaxing. She was massaging my foot but I could feel the tension vanishing from my back as well. I figured that she knew exactly what to do to my body and it had me moaning softly. They weren't sexual moans, I wasn't turned on, I was just really relieved. And I knew that if I looked at Brittany, I would see her smiling amused. So, I put my hands over my eyes, like that would block the image out of my mind.
"Baby?" I called and Brittany hummed as she leaned down to kiss my thigh before straightening up again and continued massaging my foot. From the toes down to the heel and ankle, before going up again. "Why does it hurt so much?" I pouted.
"Because you're wearing heels all day, baby. You'll have back problems when you get older. You should wear heels only when it's necessary, like at the court or something." Brittany told me and I hummed.
"Ok." I mumbled, thinking that she was right. I could already feel my back hurting almost every day. Brittany's strong hands kept relieving me, making me let out a sigh that quickly transformed to another moan.
"Are you going to come, baby?" Brittany finally teased me like I knew she would. I was actually surprised that she managed to hold it in for so long. I huffed as I threw my hands on the bed and leaned my weight on my elbows again to look at her pointedly. She sent me a kiss and I bit my bottom lip, so I wouldn't moan again.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" I wondered and she smiled her perfect smile at me as she let my foot on the bed and took the other on her lap and started massaging it too.
"Because I love you." She answered, making my heart melt once more. "And we're married now, it's like I'll have to take care of you forever."
"Yeah, you said to a family lawyer who deals with divorce cases every day." I mumbled, watching my wife's fingers as they faltered. I looked up to see Brittany staring at me with her usual expressionless face and thought that she would never stop sending me those looks. No matter how long we had been together.
"You think we could get a divorce?" She asked me.
"You're my forever, Britt. You and Ali are all I have, you're my family and you're my life. I'm in love with you and I just want you to be happy, and if being married to me doesn't make you happy, I'll sign the fucking divorce papers in a heartbeat. I don't care if it means that I'm left with absolutely nothing, it's enough for me to know that it'll make you happy." I whispered and swallowed thickly. I found it rather ironic that we were discussing about divorces on our honeymoon. I didn't dwell too much on it though, because I could see the love in my wife's eyes and I knew we were each other's forever. But it felt good that she was reassuring me once again.
"You make me the happiest. You always did and you always will and I just can't think of a life without you by my side." She whispered back and my breath hitched as she lifted my leg up to leave a kiss on my ankle. And another higher, or lower, and another one, slowly reaching my knee and causing me to gasp when she started softly sucking on the sensitive skin behind my knee. I shivered when Brittany's look shifted from loving to seductive in just a few seconds, and I felt myself not being that sleepy anymore.
"Brittany." My voice was raspier than usual and hoarse, arousal building up inside of me so quickly that left me in a daze. Her lips slowly reached my inner thigh and she hummed against my skin as her tongue poked out of pink lips and slowly licked a path towards my rapidly increasing heat. But my shorts was a barrier that obviously bothered my wife because she slowly let my leg back on the bed before hooking her fingers in both the shorts and underwear that I was wearing and when I lifted my hips from the bed, she tugged the clothes down my legs and threw them on the floor.
She was kneeling between my parted legs as she took my other leg as well and repeated her actions, kissing all the skin available to her. She had me starting to moan softly as I let my back fall on the mattress again and actually whimpered when she reached my outer lips.
"Brittany, please." I managed to let out and I looked down to see that Brittany was looking up at me.
"What?" She asked me as she fell on her stomach, her face just a few inches away from where I needed her the most. And the way she licked her lips let me know that she knew just how wet I was for her.
I stared at her lower lip as she started playing with her piercing and shivered when I remembered that one time when I had managed to record a video of Brittany making water pour out of that hole. I knew it should be disgusting and that was why I had started teasing her, causing her to start chasing me around the house, which caused little Alice start chasing Brittany. But we ended up just running around without a reason. The conclusion though, was that I loved that piercing on my skin. On my lips, on my neck, on my breasts and definitely on my clit.
A soft kiss pressed against my folds brought me out of my thoughts and I moaned as I felt my clit throbbing, my walls convulsing and my hips bucking up, looking for any kind of friction.
"That's fucking unfair." I whined as I felt my wife's arms snaking under my thighs and her hands disappearing under the tank top that I was still wearing, grabbing my waist. "I left you alone for the whole day and then you took care of me and then you're doing this to me and you make me need you." I was probably not making any sense at all, but my eyes watered again, my exhaustion obviously getting the best of me.
But I quickly forgot all about it as I felt Brittany's tongue licking my slit, from my entrance and all the way up to my clit. I moaned loudly and curled in on myself as my hands immediately went in soft blonde hair. My thighs spread wider as that tongue kept working wonders on me.
"Britt." I moaned and she moaned back as she tasted the wetness that she kept eliciting out of me, the vibrations sending shivers all over my body and causing me to fall on my back again. And when I felt my wife's tongue dipping into me, I arched my back and rolled my hips against her. But as fast as I felt Brittany going inside of me, I felt her leaving again, causing me to groan. But that groan was immediately turned to a moan when those pierced lips sucked my clit, reminding me of why I loved that piercing.
As one hand stayed in soft blonde hair, I leaned my weight on the other elbow so I could look at my wife. Watching Brittany building me up with her mouth always intensified the feeling, therefore intensifying the impending orgasm. And what made it even more intimate, so more pleasurable too, was the fact that Brittany was looking right back at me. The eye-contact sent shivers all over my body and it had me trembling and whimpering when those lips left my clit.
"I love you, Santana." Brittany whispered, making my heart skip a beat as my fingers went down a flashed cheek and up again to tuck a strand of blonde hair, that fell from a messy bun, behind my wife's ear. She turned her face to the side so she could leave a kiss on my palm before turning back to my wet folds and she immediately inserted that long and strong muscle that was her tongue as far as she could inside my tight hole and curled it.
"Fuck, Britt." I moaned loudly as I let my back fall on the mattress again and my hands fisted the sheet by my sides as Brittany started a rhythm going in and out of me that made my legs spread wider. She rendered me a moaning mess as her hands slid down to my ass to aid my movements when I started rolling my hips against her mouth. My movements became jerky as Brittany increased the pace and I knew that I was close.
And so I brought my hand down to my center and rubbed my clit, causing us both to moan. Brittany at the sight and me at the sensation and not long after that I felt those waves of ecstasy go through me, paralyzing my limps and causing me to cry out in pleasure because of a powerful orgasm. An intense orgasm that left me in such a daze that I couldn't help it when my eyes filled with tears again.
I felt Brittany leaving one last soft kiss on my center, after she gently brought me down from my high, and she crawled up the bed to settle on top of me and between my legs. I couldn't really open my eyes as I kept crying, but Brittany could see the tears going down my cheeks and she could feel my muscles trembling underneath her.
"Baby, why are you crying?" She cupped my cheeks but I couldn't open my eyes to look at her. The truth was that I didn't know why I was crying. I was just too tired and everything seemed bigger and it made me emotional.
"I don't know!" I sobbed, causing my wife to chuckle. She tried to kiss me but I turned away so I could continue to say what I wanted, and Brittany ended up chasing my lips with hers. "You're so caring and tender and then you gave me this amazing orgasm too and I can't do it back." She chuckled again causing me to frown. "It's not funny!" I whined and with difficulty, I brought my hands up to my face to rub my eyes, as Brittany finally connected our lips, effectively making me moan when I tasted myself and then calm down. And when I relaxed in the kiss, I pulled back and managed to open my eyes at least halfway, to find blue eyes looking back at me with amusement.
"You're cute." Brittany told me and I sniffled before groaning as I tried to keep my swollen eyes open. "It's ok baby, let's sleep." She went to get up from me but my thighs closed to trap her there as my heavy arms fell around her back.
"You're not turned on?" I asked, trying not to feel hurt at the fact that my wife didn't like what just happened. But she arched her eyebrows in surprise. She took my hand from her back and guided it to her crotch. I sighed relieved and bit my bottom lip when I felt the dampness on the material.
"You are doing this to me." I couldn't help it when my fingers pressed against her, causing her to moan and hide her face in my neck.
"You're so fucking wet." I breathed as my fingers kept teasing Brittany, dampening her shorts even more and making her grind down on my hand.
"San." She whimpered and I cupped the back of her neck with my free hand and turned her head for a kiss that was supposed to be heated but it felt more lazy. I forced myself to wake up and deepen the kiss though, for my wife's sake. I wanted to give her something back but Brittany pulled back from my lips and smiled softly like she knew what I was thinking. "You'll make it up to me tomorrow, baby." She pecked my lips one last time before trying to pull away from me again. But I refused to let her go.
"Brittany." I husked against her lips before connecting our lips and she whimpered again, trembling as I deepened the kiss. The sexy sounds that she was letting out helped me find energy that I thought I didn't have. I just couldn't not please my wife while she was moaning like that in a heated kiss. "Take off your clothes."
"Santana." She sighed as I tugged the hem of her tank top. "Honey, you're tired." She mumbled but I knew that she was about to give in. She was so turned on anyway. And besides Brittany's desire, I wanted to touch her too. I didn't remember a time when I didn't, no matter how tired I was.
"I want you now. Take them off." She bit her pierced bottom lip as she got up from me to take off her clothes, leaving herself completely naked and leaving me with a dry mouth. She tugged my tank top as well, reminding me that I was still wearing it, and so I took it off of me before pushing her so she would fall on her back and I settled beside her.
I draped one leg over hers as my fingers went to circle her protruding hipbone, up her ribcage and the side of her breast, before going back down, tickling her and making her tremble. I leaned down and softly kissed her lips for a loving kiss.
Soft kisses were exchanged as my hand kept exploring the curves and stretch marks of my wife's perfect body, enjoying the reactions that I was getting from her. Muscles tensing and relaxing while she left soft sexy moans in my mouth.
My hand went on her thigh and pushed her free knee open so she would expose her extremely wet folds, effectively making myself dizzy when I smelled Brittany's distinctive aroma. My hand slid down over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh as I leaned my weight on my elbow. My lips left hers and started kissing her jaw and chin, and I felt her trembling against me.
My kisses grew heated, licking and sucking on her skin, marking her and making her mine. She was mine and she would always be. And the fact that she was giving herself to me so willingly, made my heartbeats increase. And it would always make me feel like that, no matter how many times we found ourselves in this situation.
"I love you so much." I whispered before biting her chin, making her hiss, and then I soothed the irritated spot with my tongue.
"Baby, please." Brittany breathed when my fingers reached her outer lips. Her hand went around my waist to rub my back as her other hand cupped my jaw and brought me in for a needy kiss. A kiss that I allowed to last for long moments because the way my wife was kissing me made me feel needed and wanted and it was a wonderful feeling that left me in a daze. But when I felt Brittany's hand on my own that was still dangerously close to her center, I pulled back from her lips to watch my fingers as they disappeared in her wet softness and warmth, effectively making my wife arch her back and let out a strangled moan.
I moaned softly too when my fingers explored my wife's wetness. No matter how great our sex life was, no matter how often we had sex, no matter positions and sex drives, touching Brittany like this always had me feeling like I was coming home. Because with Brittany it was never just sex, because even when we were supposed to feel degraded and disrespected, we never felt like that. We could feel the love and care in each other's touch and even when we would both lose ourselves in ecstasy, we still had the other in our mind. Because we loved each other. And I wouldn't be so sure about the way my wife was feeling if I couldn't see it in her expressive blue eyes.
I was torn between watching Brittany's face and my fingers, not knowing where I wanted to settle my gaze. But I decided to watch my fingers as they left her center, carrying with them a string of wetness over soft blonde hair and quivering abs, until it broke when my fingers reached my wife's heaving chest. My fingers didn't stop their journey, until they reached already parted pink pierced lips, from which hot puffs of air were getting out in a fast pace.
I watched mesmerized as Brittany licked my fingers, before wrapping her pink lips around them and sucking, moaning at her own taste. I bit my lip to stifle a whimper, wanting nothing more than to taste her too, and so I took my fingers away from her mouth and leaned down to claim her lips with my own. I moaned in the sloppy kiss that was only tongues.
My fingers went to her center again to gather more wetness, before leaving her heat, causing her to groan disapprovingly in my mouth. With one last peck I pulled back from Brittany's addictive lips and watched my wet fingers as they circled a pink nipple before leaning down to wrap my lips around it. Brittany moaned loudly and arched her chest towards me as her hand held my head there. I licked and sucked like I wanted to take that taste away from her nipple and save it in my mouth forever. Like that combination of sweetness and saltiness was only for me to taste.
"Santana, please baby. I fucking need you." The want in Brittany's smooth like honey voice was obvious and so I decided to finally give to her what she wanted. My fingers once again found their place in my wife's wet folds and I immediately inserted two fingers inside of her, causing her to arch her back and spread her free thigh wider. "Yeah." She breathed as I started thrusting into her. My lips found hers again for a kiss. A kiss that I shouldn't enjoy so much since it was sloppy, but that only meant that Brittany was losing herself in this pleasurable feeling that I was causing her.
When the need for air overtook me, I pulled back from my wife's lips and opened my eyes just in time to see Brittany opening her eyes too, revealing beautiful blue orbs full of love and lust. I breathed my wife's air as she panted heavily. The fact that we kept the eye-contact had my heart beat so fast inside my chest that I thought it could get out any moment.
"I love you, San." Brittany managed to let out, making me bite my bottom lip and stifle a moan at the sensation of my wife's walls clenching around my fingers and at the effect that Brittany's words were having on me. Her hand went higher on my back, her short nails softly scratching my shoulder blades, as I increased my pace, knowing that she was getting close.
"I love you too, baby." I breathed against her lips, my eyes never leaving hers. I felt her hand covering my own, urging the heel of palm to hit her clit in time with my thrusts, and it rendered her a moaning mess. She kept her hand above my own as she lost herself and as she jerkily rolled her hips against my hand. "You're so fucking hot like this, baby." I breathed as my eyes left hers to look down her body and my fingers that were working my wife. But she cupped my cheek and turned my head so I would look in her eyes again.
"San, I'm so fucking close." Brittany said breathless against my lips and it caused me to shiver. I leaned down to connect our lips for a sloppy kiss before the need for air interrupted us again.
"Come for me." I whispered.
And a few thrusts later, she was brought to that stage of absolute bliss, with wide eyes looking directly in mine and mouth hanging open. She froze and shook in pleasure as I felt her walls clenching hard around my fingers. I gently slowed down my thrusts, bringing her down from her high, before pulling out of her, causing her to whimper. I sucked my fingers clean, moaning at the taste of my wife in my mouth, before Brittany cupped the back of my neck and brought me down for a kiss that left me breathless.
"I love you." She told me.
"I love you too." I said back before leaving a soft kiss on her lips.
"Let's sleep." My wife mumbled against my lips, reminding me of how tired I really was. I was surprised to realize that I hadn't fallen asleep while having sex with my wife, I was so tired and it definitely happened before. Not with Brittany though, it was like she was transmitting her energy to me, like she was waking my body up, which helped me to keep my eyes open and focus on her. But now I could feel my eyes closing tiredly.
So I turned on my side and Brittany lied behind me, her arm went around my waist as our legs tangled together. Surprisingly, I wasn't feeling pain on my back anymore and figured that my wife's massaging really relieved me.
"I knew you have a foot fetish." I couldn't help but tease, causing Brittany to chuckle behind me as she kissed the back of my neck.
"Don't judge." She answered and I breathed out a laugh. I knew she didn't have a foot fetish but even if she did, I wouldn't have a problem with that since it meant foot massages.
"I'm not judging you, I love it." I whispered, feeling my eyes closing. Brittany hummed as she kissed the back of my neck again. "Thank you." I said then as I allowed my eyes to close. I was thankful to her and for her because she was perfect and just by thinking about it, I was getting overwhelmed. Brittany tightened her hold around my waist as a response.
"Goodnight, my love." She said and I sighed before saying it back. I shuffled back against a perfect body that radiated heat which lulled me into sleep in just a few seconds.
…
"Will you tell me already?" I sighed. Brittany and I were in the sea at the moment, and I had my arms around her waist as she had hers around my neck, holding me so close to her that there wasn't any space between us. The beach was really crowded but I was obviously not giving a fuck about it when I started kissing her neck, tasting the saltiness from the sea on her skin.
"What?" She asked me as she turned her head to the side, exposing more of her creamy skin and leaving me more space to put my lips on.
"Who did you have sex with in your dream, Brittany?" I asked with a bored tone because this was the seventh time that I was asking, obviously wanting to know if it was someone that I knew.
"Ricky Martin." She finally decided to tell me, making me laugh as I pulled back from her neck.
"Well, he's Puerto Rican, should I be offended or flattered by that?" I asked amused and Brittany shrugged as she stepped back from me to dive in the water.
"Flattered." She said once she was above the surface again.
"Ok." I sighed relieved that I wouldn't have to be awkward around anyone that I knew, thinking that he or she had sex with my wife. But my wife smirked at me, causing me to narrow my eyes. "What's that look?" I asked suspiciously.
"It's nothing, I was just replaying the dream in my mind." She told me as she lifted her arms to gather her hair in her hand and squeezed the water out of it. I was momentarily distracted by her toned and tattooed body but I managed to focus on the subject again.
"Well, ok then. I'll leave you to it." I shrugged like I didn't care, but I definitely cared that my wife was thinking about someone else touching her, woman or man and gay or not. I turned to leave anyway, not because I wanted to leave Brittany alone with her thoughts, but because I was thirsty. But I only managed to take two steps before I felt my legs being spread open and then myself being lifted above the water. And before I could understand what was really going on, Brittany was standing straight while she had me sitting on her shoulders. "Britt!" I exclaimed in surprise, both because Brittany picked me up and because she could actually lift me. I thought that it wouldn't hurt if I started working out too.
"Hey, baby." She said amused. I could feel her fingers twitching against my legs where she was holding me and I knew that she was about to throw me in the water.
"Brittany, don't you dare." I said warningly, not really wanting to fall backwards in the water and having water going in my nose. It was the worst feeling. Plus, my bikini was probably going to fall in the middle of this crowded beach.
"How much do you love me?" My wife challenged me and I rolled my eyes.
"Not as much as Ricky Martin does, apparently." I mumbled but immediately regretted it because it was obviously not the answer she was looking for.
"Your answer is wrong." She said and lifted my legs up, not throwing me just yet, just scaring me enough to immediately grab anywhere I could with a scream, and that place was her chin.
"Brittany!" I whined and she chuckled.
"You know, I was thinking of him the whole morning while you were fucking me." She told me and I groaned.
"Ok, just throw me in already." I mumbled and held my nose as I shut my eyes tightly. I would take the dive a hundred times over hearing my wife telling me that she was thinking of someone else while she was having sex with me, although it probably wasn't the case. But instead of throwing me in the water, Brittany gently brought me down from her shoulders with the same way that she lifted me up. I opened my eyes and turned behind me to see that she was smiling her perfect smile and so I sighed as I let my hand fall by my side again. "Were you really thinking of him?" I asked pouting, just to make sure that she wasn't. She sighed as she put her arms around my neck and pulled me against her body.
"Do you seriously believe that anyone could make me feel as good as you make me feel? Because no one can, honey." She said softly, immediately turning serious and I sighed as I relaxed against her, my arms sliding around her waist, and I kissed her flower tattoo before resting my cheek on it.
"I love you, Britt." I whispered as my hands started rubbing her back, blindly caressing majestic tattoos.
"I love you too, baby. Only you. And believe me, Ricky Martin has nothing on you. He's just a pretty face to me but you're way more than that. You are, of course, the most beautiful woman on earth, but you're also understanding and patient and loving and smart and caring and so good with our daughter and you make me love you more with every day that we spend together. And just when I feel like I can't love you any more, you do one simple thing, like bringing me my favorite chocolate, and you have me falling for you all over again." She kissed my head as I felt my heart melt inside my chest.
"Britt." I sighed. My wife knew what to tell me to reassure me that she was still feeling as strongly as I was feeling for her. Not that I couldn't feel it in her touch or that I couldn't see it in her eyes.
"Come on! Let's go put some sunscreen on ourselves." She pecked my lips when I turned my head to see her and she grabbed my hand to tug me out of the water. I knew that she couldn't really get tanned and that she always ended up getting burnt, which made her feel uncomfortable. I loved her pale skin anyway, she was so soft and always tasted so good.
But the main reason why she wanted to not be in the sun anymore and put sunscreen on her skin was because she didn't want the colors of her tattoos to lose their brightness. And I definitely didn't want her tattoos to fade either. They were too beautiful to get ruined. I figured that Jenna could fix the colors but some of Brittany's tattoos where big and it would probably hurt too much.
When we reached our spot on the sand I dropped my wife's hand so I could gather my hair in a tight bun. If I let it loose to dry, I would be like Simba from Lion King, but an ugliest version. And although Brittany didn't really agree, I honestly didn't like my hair being so frizzy.
"Are you thirsty?" Brittany asked me and I nodded. I dropped my hands and watched her as she left, feeling proud of her that she was holding herself so upright. Someone would think that it took an effort, like it tired her physically and mentally, and maybe it did at some point in her life. But it was effortless now, and I couldn't be happier about my wife. And I was proud because she started opening up too. Because at that moment she was smiling at the guy giving her the bottles of water.
But I knew that, although she made a lot of progress and she was still making, she would never go back to being that quirky and social girl who was making friends easily. To being that girl that sometimes she talked to me about with sadness in her voice. I knew that although she wanted to be that girl again, she couldn't because of the view that she formed for the world. I couldn't imagine how difficult it could be to doubt every single person that came in your life, to not trust anybody.
I knew that what happened to her changed her for life, and it saddened me in a way. But that was the person that I fell in love with, and that was the person that I would spend the rest of my life with. And I couldn't be happier and I couldn't be prouder. Because with me, she was that girl.
"Here, my love." Brittany offered me a bottle of water, breaking me out of my thoughts. I didn't even realize when she came back. I took the bottle and then her hand and pulled her against me so I could kiss her. It wasn't a heated kiss, and it wasn't a forceful kiss. It was a loving kiss, with which I tried to convey my pride for her and my love and happiness.
"I love you so much." I said when I pulled back from her lips, and it took her a few seconds to get out of her daze, because apparently I caught her by surprise, before she smiled at me.
"I love you too, baby." She told me, making me smile too.
I sighed as we both drank some water, before I spent at least ten minutes having my hands all over my wife's body, 'applying sunscreen'. I insisted that the application should be thorough, Brittany's tattoos weren't a game. But the real reason was that I just wanted to touch her constantly.
"San." Brittany whined softly and I finally stopped touching her, but I couldn't help the pout that was formed on my lips. My wife kissed it away though, before lying on the towel that was on the sand, and gesturing for me to lie on top of her. And I immediately did.
I settled between her long legs as she adjusted one bag behind her back so she could lean on it. When she was comfortable I shifted on her so I could rest my cheek on her chest, not before kissing her flower tattoo. I sighed under the shadow that the umbrella provided and hummed when my wife's hands went on my lower back to rub my skin. We stayed silent for a few minutes, I was just enjoying being there with Brittany, having her skin against me and being in her arms.
"Your ass is right there for everybody to see." My wife mumbled after a while, making me snort. It was probably not one of the sexiest sounds that had ever left my lips, if you go by the way it made Brittany chuckle. When I felt her hands reaching dangerously close to my ass, I immediately reached behind me to stop them.
"Britt." I said warningly and she whined like a five year old, causing me to click my tongue. I looked up to arch an eyebrow at her and she frowned as she looked around, glaring at the nobody who was seeing my ass because, when I turned around too I saw that nobody really paid any attention to us. "You keep an eye on those pervs while I rest my eyes. Ok, baby?" I mumbled as I rested my cheek on her chest again. My wife huffed at me but I didn't respond because her hands kept rubbing my back, relaxing me.
We fell in a comfortable silence again but when her movements stopped, I frowned disapprovingly. I looked up to see that Brittany was distracted because she was actually watching a couple of kids playing with the sand by our side, and it made me sigh before turning to cup her cheek and turn her head to look at me. The look she sent me let me know that she understood that I realized what she was thinking. She was thinking about babies and when or even if we would have another one. She swallowed thickly and looked away from me, not saying anything.
"Britt?" I called to get her to look at me but she refused to meet my eyes. "Baby?"
"What?" She finally frowned but she still didn't make eye-contact.
"Say it." I whispered. I wanted her to address the subject that was dancing around us but nobody was daring to talk about it first.
"I can't." She whispered back. I saw her jaw clenching and nostrils flaring and I knew that she was trying to keep it inside.
"Well, I want you to ask me." I shrugged and rested my head on her chest again. I would give her her time to come around. It was a big decision and I figured that she would want her time before she could talk about it.
I knew that she was afraid of asking me of this. Maybe not really afraid, but she certainly didn't want to force it on me. But she wouldn't. Because my family was the most important thing that I had in my life and I would be more than happy if Brittany wanted to have another child with me. I was willing to combine that with my job. My job wouldn't get in the way of this. I promised this to myself and to my wife and to my family.
"Please, ask me." I whispered then. I felt and heard my wife sighing.
"I don't want it to affect your job and I definitely don't want you to feel like you have to." Brittany whispered back and I looked up again to see that she was biting her pierced bottom lip and looking at me hesitantly.
"It'll only affect my job for two weeks, but that's such a small price to pay for such a precious gift." I kissed her chin as I felt her hands starting going up and down my back again. "And I don't feel like I have to. I really, really want it, honey. Don't you?"
"God, San. So fucking much." She breathed and I smiled, making her smile too. She suddenly seemed to be more excited than hesitant, like she was a few seconds ago. "We have so many things to do! Like babies mean money and they need a room too. We don't have space at our apartment. And then we have to-" I leaned up to connect our lips, effectively interrupting her ranting.
"We'll talk about that stuff when we get back home." I said, not being in the mood to talk about money. We were lucky that our jobs allowed us to not worry about it that much. Brittany sighed before nodding. "Will you still love me when I'll be like…a hundred pounds heavier?" I wondered then, causing Brittany to chuckle.
"I don't really have any choice, we're married." She shrugged and I huffed.
"Well, that makes me feel better."
"I'll always love you, Santana." Her voice turned serious, and it caused me to shiver. "As long as you keep looking at me with those loving eyes, I'll be yours."
"Even when my body will be full of stretch marks?" I started getting insecure before we even started talking about a baby, but I just couldn't help but need my wife's reassurance.
"I have stretch marks too." She told me quietly, and my fingers instinctively went on her hip to trace those stretch marks that I had spent so many nights worshipping.
"I love those." I whispered.
"Then I'll love yours too." Brittany answered with the same tone, making me sigh. "I just wish you could have my baby." My wife's face fell as she looked away from me and it had me worrying.
"Just because it'll be inside of me, doesn't mean that the baby will be any less yours. Honey, we're having this baby together." My voice was soft because I could tell that Brittany was seriously upset.
"It's just unfair that it can't be a part of both of us, you know? Like, I want to give you this. To, I don't know, get you pregnant." She shrugged helplessly when she turned to see me again. "And the fact that now that we want a baby, we have to go through all that process, but when I fell pregnant with Ali I didn't want to be pregnant and I wasn't even in love with him, it's just…I don't know how to feel about that. I feel like I don't have the right to feel that it's unfair for me."
"It is unfair, Brittany. It's not unfair for just you and me, it's unfair for all the couples that want to have a baby as a product of their love but they can't. But that doesn't mean that we love Ali less because she wasn't born in a family like that."
"She's in a family like that now." Brittany shrugged and I smiled.
"Yeah, she is. But even then, you gave her enough love and care to fill that emptiness and you should be proud of that. I know you don't regret that you had her."
"I don't, but I still wish you would've given her to me and I still wish I could give to you this baby."
"I want that too more than anything. And the baby will still be ours." I sighed as I pushed Brittany's arms so she would hug me tighter. I didn't care how fucking hot it was, I just wanted my wife's touch. "Little Ali is going to be the best big sister ever. And I'm sorry but this baby is probably not going to be a mathematical genius." I caused Brittany to chuckle.
"It's ok. I'll still love you both. Besides, you're like the smartest non-mathematical person that I know."
"Well, I should probably take that as a compliment." I mumbled and Brittany hummed as she connected our lips for a soft and loving kiss. "I'm scared to go through the insemination part." I whispered then, causing Brittany to sigh too.
"We'll go through that together, baby. Don't be scared." She kissed my forehead reassuringly.
"What if I can't be pregnant, Britt? Maybe I'm too old to have a baby, I'm thirty-one."
"You're not old." Brittany smiled. She was often teasing me that I was getting old. "You're perfect. Don't worry about it, my love. Everything's gonna be fine." I didn't know where my wife's sudden confidence had come from but the truth was that it eased some of my worries.
"Ok." I mumbled. I always trusted Brittany, I knew if she had any doubts I would see it her beautiful blue eyes.
"Do you want to have a baby with me, Mrs. Pierce?" She went back at being playful and I couldn't help but smile.
"Yes, Mrs. Pierce." I answered and kissed her flower tattoo.
"Then let's make a baby, baby." I leaned in to kiss her again, trying to convey how happy I was that we decided to have another baby.
We spent the rest of our honeymoon loving each other, enjoying just being with each other and cherishing every single moment, before we would go back to the routine of our lives. The truth was that I didn't know what I wanted more. Because on one hand I wanted to spend as much time as I could alone with my wife, but on the other hand I had missed little Alice and I wanted to go back home. And by going back home, it meant starting the long process of having another baby, which was one more thing that I couldn't wait to experience with my wife. Both the sad and happy moments of that journey.