Imagining Tigers
It was a Saturday morning and I was in bed. Alone. I was between those stages of sleep and awake as I was thinking about how much I missed my wife. She was gone for eleven days now and she would be back in three. Brittany went to Chicago with Anna because Linda got sick but she was all better now and so I wasn't feeling that much guilty for wanting my wife to be back.
I couldn't remember when the last time that we spent so many days apart was. But I knew I didn't want to do that again. It was hard having to take care of the kids on my own while I still had to work, I definitely had a new respect for single parents. But most importantly, I was just missing Brittany so much. The house seemed empty without her here, being her perfect goofy self and driving me crazy with her 'jokes' and teasing.
My phone buzzing on the nightstand pulled me completely out of that strange half-asleep state that I was in and I groaned as I reached for it. It was still really early and the kids were probably still sleeping. But when I saw that it was Brittany calling me, I immediately sat up and answered.
"Hello?" I cleared my throat because my voice was hoarse and raspy, like every morning.
"Did I wake you, baby?" Brittany asked me softly.
"No, what's wrong?" I frowned and rubbed my eyes. It was too early for Brittany to be awake and so my mind immediately went to something bad.
"Nothing." I could hear her sweet voice trembling.
"Tell me."
"I just miss you." I sighed as I leaned back on the headboard.
"I miss you too." I said quietly and I couldn't mean it more. "Where are you?" I asked then. I could hear loud noises coming through the phone.
"I'm in Chicago." Brittany stated the obvious and I rolled my eyes, although she couldn't see me.
"You're not home, babe. I can hear the cars and shouting and are you running? And you're definitely not alone."
"Easy there with the observations, Sherlock." Brittany chuckled and then there was some shuffling and Brittany's protests before I heard Anna's voice.
"Don't worry, legal stuff. She's not cheating on you. Well, at least these few days that we were together she didn't. I don't know what she does in New York." I could imagine Anna shrugging and I couldn't help but chuckle when she groaned in pain, Brittany probably hit her. "Fine, jeez! We're out because Aunt Linda needed some medicine and we had to come here early because there's a really long queue." She sighed and I nodded in understanding.
"Is she ok?"
"Yes, she's fine. Thank god." She let out a long breath and then chuckled. "If looks could kill, I'd be dead now. You need to tell your wife to stop glaring at me. She's so grumpy when you're not together." She told me, still chuckling but once again her chuckles turned to pained groans.
"Yeah, I know she's whipped." I shrugged.
"Whoa! Imma stop you right there, legal stuff. You are the whipped one."
"Shut up and give the phone back to my wife." I frowned because maybe it was true. Maybe.
"Jeez, you two need to get laid. Like, right now." I rolled my eyes again as Anna's voice faded out. I definitely missed my sweet lady kisses.
"You go stand in the naughty corner until I finish here." Brittany scolded. I could hear them as they started fighting again.
"I hope you don't say that to your kids. It's wrong. And I'm not five anymore, you know."
"Really? I'm sorry, you just act like you are."
"You act like you are!"
"Hey, blondies! Did you call me just to fight in front of me? No me gusta!" They were fighting all the time and it seemed to work for them. Not for my headaches though.
"Did you hear that? That was the sound of your wife speaking Spanish and turning me on!" Anna teased and I rolled my eyes again.
"Go away! Just go away!" Brittany snapped at her sister.
"I can't actually go anywhere, we're in a queue. Remember?" Anna asked pointedly.
"Right. Then be quiet."
"Whatever."
"Baby?" Brittany called and I hummed to let her know that, although I shouldn't, I was still here. "Are the kids sleeping?"
"Probably. I'm still in bed and they didn't come in here yet." Alice and George would always come in our bedroom and wake us up if we were still sleeping on weekends. It didn't happen often though, I was usually the first one to wake up every day.
"Well, can you check?" Brittany asked me.
"Well, ok." I frowned as I got up from the bed and made my way in George's room to find it empty. "George is up." I commented and Brittany hummed like she knew it already and then I went in Alice's to find that empty too. "And Ali's up too."
"Can you find them, please? I was thinking that we should get Ali the iPhone she wants, then you wouldn't have to look for them." Alice was twelve now and although almost all of her friends had their smartphones, Alice wouldn't be getting one until high school. There was no room for discussion, she had anything else she wanted.
"Or you could just come home." I almost whined as I started to go downstairs to find the kids.
"Baby, it's only three days. I'll be home before you know it. I miss you and I love you so much." Brittany told me softly.
"I love you too." I sighed.
I found the kids in the kitchen, eating their cereal and glaring at each other. They didn't seem to notice me, so I decided to stay quiet, wanting nothing more than watch my kids just be. I knew I should feel like a creep, but those two perfect human beings were the reason that I lived. So, sue me and good luck with that.
"I think we should wake her up already." George finally voiced his thoughts, making Alice roll her eyes just like Brittany would. Their resemblance was almost scary.
"After we eat." Alice mumbled before going back to her cereal. The five-year-old sighed defeated and mimicked his sister. George was always looking up at Alice, doing whatever she was doing and talking like she was talking. And Alice was taking full advantage of that to do whatever she wanted with him. She was almost mean. I just couldn't understand how she could be so happy and giggly and bubbly and being so nice to everybody else except her own brother.
I remembered telling Brittany that I thought that Alice didn't see George as her 'real' brother since they weren't biologically connected but Brittany reassured me that Alice was just thinking that it would be cooler to her friends if she didn't hang out with a five-year-old and that she was just using him to have her way with things. She reassured me that if Alice didn't actually love George, she wouldn't even acknowledge his presence, not basically torture him on a daily basis. Her torturing was her way to show her love for him. Brittany used to do that with Anna as well when they were kids but honestly, I thought that she was still doing it. And after Brittany pointed that out, I was able to see it too. That, although Alice and George were 'fighting' all the time, they were actually really close. And it just warmed my heart. It was all I could ask for, to just be a family.
"San…" Brittany trailed off, breaking me out of my thoughts.
"I found them." I mumbled, causing both Alice and George turn to me. "Morning, babies." Alice immediately stood up and I had enough time to see George jumping down from his chair, before Alice lunged on me and hugged my neck tightly. She was so tall, I was pretty sure we would be the same height by the end of this year.
"Hi." She giggled against my neck, causing me to smile at her good mood as I hugged her back. I felt George trying to get between us and Alice pushing him away as she tightened her hold around my neck , making George whine because he couldn't get in the hug as well. I chuckled as I let a hand go down and blindly ruffled his brown short hair. And when he tugged my hand, I gently pulled back from Alice's embrace and crouched down to let him hug me as well.
"Hi, baby." I smiled at him and he kissed my cheek. "Mommy's on the phone." I held out my phone as I stood straight again. George widened his green eyes and immediately took it from me.
"Mom?" He called and then smiled at Brittany's reply. "No, she's still annoying." He glared up at Alice, causing the blonde-haired blue-eyed almost teenager to stuck her tongue out at her brother as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "No. Yeah, I know. Don't worry." He sucked his lips inside his mouth as he nodded to what Brittany was saying. I couldn't hear what but it was probably something 'serious' because he had this 'serious' expression on his face and it was the cutest thing in the world. "Ok. I love you too. Bye." He held the phone up at Alice and she took it as she went to sit on her chair again.
"Yes, mother?" Alice said formally and I chuckled as I imagined Brittany rolling her eyes. Alice giggled at Brittany's response as George went back to his chair and started eating his cereal again. "No." She threw me a glance and I narrowed my eyes but she just stuck her tongue out at me. "Ok, I got it." She narrowed her eyes at George who was trying to reach the box of cereal but Alice pushed it further away so he couldn't take it. "Why are you getting mad at me? I didn't do anything, I swear! You can ask mom!" Brittany obviously knew that she was being mean again.
"Ali." I warned and she sighed as she gave the box to George who was basically trying to climb on the table. I picked him up and sat him on the chair properly.
"Fine. I'm sorry!" Alice frowned at George, confirming my suspicions that he would pay for this when they would be alone. "Wait, was that Anna? Tell her I say hi and that I learnt how to do that thing with my tongue!" She exclaimed and my eyes went comically wide.
"What thing?" I almost snapped and Alice frowned confused as she licked her nose. I sighed relieved as my hand went above my heart, just to make sure that it was still beating. I went next to Alice and bent down to talk to Anna who I was sure waited for my reaction. "Very funny, Anna! Ha ha! Whatever Brittany does to you, I'm sure you deserve it!" I could hear her laughing and I shook my head disapprovingly as I straightened up again and went to make some coffee, ignoring Alice's confused looks. She was looking at me like I was a weirdo but I was actually glad about it because it meant that she had no idea what else a tongue could do.
…
My mother had called and told us to go over for lunch, effectively making the kids go crazy. They loved spending time there and that was why I couldn't actually say no. Also, because Alice started making arguments like the perfect lawyer she was, making me think that we raised a monster. She was often asking me things about my job and it just made me the happiest mother on earth that she liked it so much.
We weren't forcing anything on her though, she loved pretending that she was a lawyer as much as she loved dancing. She still didn't show any mathematical side of her, if she had one, but she was still very young. So, we let her decide what she wanted to do by herself. She definitely had a sharp mind, with which she came up with a lot of reasons why we should have lunch at abuela's and although I could argue back, I didn't because I wanted her to be confident about herself.
"So, what's up with Brittany?" I asked my mother, causing her to look at me confused. We were in the kitchen, Maribel was cooking and I was sitting at the table thinking about my wife. Our kids were in my uncle's office, probably playing 'the lawyers', while my uncle was out with a friend.
"I thought I should ask you this." She returned to her cooking and I shrugged, although she couldn't see me.
"I was just wondering if she told you anything."
"About what?" She passed by me to go to the fridge.
"I don't know. She's gone for almost two weeks. Did she want a break from us?" I asked almost sadly and then felt my mother hitting me on the back of the head, making me whine in pain, as she passed by me again and returned to her cooking.
"Say that one more time and I'll make you eat all the pepper we have in this house." She scolded me and I rolled my eyes as I rubbed the back of my head to sooth the pain.
"Relax, I was just thinking aloud."
"Well, don't! Brittany loves you and your kids more than she loves herself and it's unfair for her that you even think like that." I pouted at my mother's back and wished that Brittany was here so I could firstly apologize to her and then kiss her like there was no tomorrow.
"I just miss my wife…" I whispered and my mother turned to narrow her eyes at me.
"Do you now? You don't believe that she wants a break from you anymore?" She asked me challengingly and I frowned at her.
"I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean that. Stop making me feel bad and make me feel better. I'm sad and you're my mother and you're doing nothing about it!" I watched as her facial features softened and she wiped her hands on the apron that she was wearing before coming to me with open waiting arms. I immediately stood up and fell in my mother's arms, allowing her embrace to sooth my upset state.
"I love Brittany like she's my daughter too, you know that, and I'll defend her any time you're being irrational. I think you just miss her too much and you let your feelings get the best of you. Your wife loves you and she'll be back soon." She kissed my forehead, making me feel all better. "Now go check up on your kids." She practically pushed me out of the kitchen and I sighed as I made my way to my uncle's office.
I wasn't surprise to find Alice sitting on the big chair of the main office while George was sitting at the smaller desk next to her. They were busy writing down and didn't notice me, so I cleared my throat to get their attention. George looked at me with wide eyes before turning to Alice. He immediately hopped down from his chair and went to her while I took a sit on the couch opposite them. They were whispering things to each other and I smiled amused. They had that mischievous look on their faces, the look they had whenever they were planning something, thinking that Brittany or I had no idea. But we never said anything, why ruin the fun for them?
"We talked about this." Alice looked pointedly at George and he sighed as he looked at me hesitantly. I crossed my legs and arms in front of my chest and waited for them to decide what they wanted to do. They obviously wanted to ask something. And after a little more whispering, George finally made his way back to his office. "So…" Alice trailed off as her piercing blue eyes came on me.
"So…" I mimicked her.
"Ok, let's cut to the chase, shall we?" Alice stood up, holding a pen and fixing me with a serious look as she came closer to me. God, we did raise a monster. A monster of the courtroom. I sucked my lips inside my mouth so I wouldn't laugh. Actually, I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or just stand up and hug her like the proud mother I was. But I stayed quiet and waited to see where this was going.
"Can we just stay here tonight?" George spoke up before Alice had time to say anything, effectively ruining it for her. She turned to glare at him but he frowned back. I could tell that Alice's speech wasn't the way he wanted to go about it.
"You want to sleep here tonight?" I asked and they both nodded at me. "I don't know." I sighed. I didn't want to be all alone. But I didn't want to make them feel bad about it either.
"Please!" George clasped his hands under his chin and looked at me pleadingly, making himself even more adorable.
"Don't you want your kids to be safe? You're sleeping and we're awake, able to do whatever dangerous thing we want." I narrowed my eyes at my daughter and she smiled cheekily at me.
"You did not say that to your abuela." I said warningly. Maribel was always scolding me that I should never be sleeping after the kids were awake and Alice knew that. She knew that, according to my mother, today I was supposed to be awake and I wasn't.
"Well, that depends…" She trailed off, reminding me of her sharp mind.
"You don't get to blackmail me, young lady." I said with finality.
"Fine. Can we please stay here?" She sat next to me and kissed my cheek and I sighed as I nodded.
"Yes!" George cheered as he jumped down from his chair and came to climb on the couch and kiss my other cheek. I couldn't say no to them anyway. Well, it would be me and myself tonight then.
"But tomorrow you're coming home before lunch and we're cleaning the whole house." They both grunted their agreement and I smiled satisfied as both my arms went around their shoulders and pulled them closer to me. They snuggled against me and I just couldn't be happier. It was like I had my life in my arms.
Suddenly, they both jumped up with wide eyes, confusing me. George immediately left running and Alice went to the door of the office and took the key from the inside and put it on the outside of the lock.
"Sorry, mom." She blew me a kiss, making me widen my eyes as she closed the door and locked me in the office.
"This isn't funny, Ali!" I shouted as I stood up but there was no response. "Oh come on!" I groaned. Now they certainly weren't staying here tonight. Also, they were grounded! But I saved it for later when I would be able to tell them and not myself. I went by the door and hit on it with my palm. "Alice Pierce! Open this door right now!" I shouted but still no response. I groaned in frustration and went to sit on the couch again. If they wanted me to freak out, I wouldn't. I would just sit here and wait for them to get bored of this 'game' first.
And after a minute or two, when I basically reached the zenith of my patience, I heard them unlocking the door. But they didn't open it. I frowned disapprovingly as I stood up and went to open it myself. But I definitely wasn't prepared for that sight.
There she was. My beautiful, beautiful wife. I practically felt my jaw dropping as I just stared at Brittany. She had the biggest smile on her face, her eyes the bluest they had ever been and I just didn't remember her being so gorgeous.
"Hi." She told me and bit her pierced bottom lip as I slowly blinked a few times, trying to understand if I was daydreaming.
"Oh my god." I whispered then, immediately sliding my arms around her waist and bringing her close to me for a very tight hug. I hid my face in her neck as her arms went around me and I just stayed like that for a few seconds, smelling her scent and feeling her warmth and basically taking my dose for the past eleven days. And when I found enough energy and power, I pulled completely back from Brittany and hit her on the arm.
"What was that for?" She groaned in pain as she rubbed her arm. But I knew she wasn't hurt, she was wearing a pretty thick coat.
"What are you doing here?" She blinked a couple of times in surprise and then frowned at me.
"I'm home." She told me pointedly as she put her hands in her coat's pockets and looked at me expectantly.
"Yeah, but…" I looked around because I didn't know what to say. "You weren't supposed to be."
"Yeah…well, I changed the ticket and came home earlier because I missed my wife. She has this annoying habit to not greet me properly when I come home after almost two weeks and she makes me use a different towel for the dishes and different for hands-"
"Because it's hygienic!" I interrupted her, causing her to widen her eyes.
"M-maribel? Is that you?" She went to touch my face and I rolled my eyes as I pulled back from her hand. She was always teasing me that I was becoming like my mother, basically that I was becoming a neat freak, but I wasn't. Maribel just made me pick up on some habits since I was a kid. Brittany looked at me pointedly before continuing. "But I love my wife anyway, she's this amazing person, she's loving and gentle and so, so beautiful and sweet. Long story short, she's fucking perfect. Is she here by the way?" She wondered sarcastically and looked around, making me roll my eyes again, although I just wanted to melt because my wife was so perfect and adorable and great and just the best.
"I'm here." I said quietly and slightly raised my hand, making her smile amused. I noticed the tiredness in her eyes though and it made me pout. I knew when my wife was sleep deprived. And I knew when something was bothering her.
"Just come here." She hooked her finger in the belt loop of my jeans to tug me closer to her.
"Are you ok?" I whispered as my hands cupped her cheeks and my thumbs softly caressed her skin.
"I am now." She whispered back as she closed her coat with both of us inside. I sighed as I tucked my hands between us and hid my face in her neck. This felt perfect. It was so warm and it smelled just like Brittany and the feel of our whole bodies being pressed against each other's relaxed me completely. I missed this feeling so much and I was so happy that Brittany was back earlier than expected. Although my first actions didn't really show that.
"Britt." I softly kissed her neck, reminding myself how great her skin felt against my lips, and silently asking her to tell me what was going on.
"Everything's fine." She shrugged and kissed my cheek and I pulled back to look at her.
"Is Linda ok?" I asked hesitantly and she smiled softly at me.
"She's fine. She's perfectly fine actually."
"Then what…" I trailed off and Brittany sighed, obviously not wanting me asking any questions. I could tell that the last thing she needed right now was talking.
I sighed too as I let my eyes go on my wife's pink and pierced lips. I instinctively licked my now dry lips because I just wanted to lean in and kiss her. And so I did. I didn't move my lips against hers, I just stayed still and enjoyed this reunion. Maybe eleven days didn't seem such a long period of time to anyone else, but for me it felt like eleven years.
I pulled back from Brittany's lips and looked up just in time to see her revealing those beautiful blue orbs that I loved. No words were needed to be exchanged, the look in her eyes told me that I was right. She just needed my touch. And so I leaned in and connected our lips again, this time moving them softly against hers, reminding me of why I loved those lips and those kisses.
I was completely lost in everything Brittany. The way she tasted and the way she smelled and her warmth while she had her arms around me. I grabbed her coat with my hands that were tucked between us and held her closer to me, although that wasn't possible, as I tilted my head to the side to deepen the kiss. It made her whimper softly but a voice interrupted me before I could elicit any other sexy sounds from my wife.
"This is so gross!" I pulled back from Brittany and looked over her shoulder to find Alice standing by the end of the corridor with her arms crossed in front of her chest and with her face scrunched in disgust.
"Who knew about this?" I asked but I didn't even bother to get out of Brittany's hold. I actually let my arms slide around her waist and held her close to me.
"Everybody knew, Santanita." I heard my uncle's teasing voice as he passed by us to go in the kitchen, making my jaw drop. I thought he was out with a friend but apparently he went to pick up my wife from the airport. I returned my eyes on Alice who was smiling cheekily at me. But when she saw my expression, her eyes widened.
"Wait, we can still stay here tonight, right? You're mad for locking you in there? Because mom told me to!" She came closer to us as George appeared behind her as well.
"You want to stay here tonight?" Brittany pouted as she turned us sideways so we could both face them. "But I just came home." Alice and George looked at each other and sighed as Alice crouched down and they started whispering again. Apparently, they hadn't thought this all the way through.
"Nope, we're staying. But we'll see you tomorrow before lunch. Promise." George came to us and Brittany let me go as she crouched down and hugged him before kissing his cheek.
"Fine." She sighed before we heard my mother's voice coming from the kitchen.
"Time for lunch!"
…
I went in the living room to find Brittany sitting on the couch, her long legs spread on the coffee table, and seemingly sleeping since the TV was turned off. I went to stand behind the couch and leaned my elbows on the back as I hovered over Brittany, effectively waking her up.
"Hey, baby." I said softly when her beautiful blue eyes connected with mine.
"Hi." She smiled sleepily as she looked at me upside down.
"Are you on your period?" I wondered. She wasn't supposed to be but her right hand was half in the shorts that she was wearing, resting on her pelvis and I knew she was doing that whenever she was on her period. It took her a few seconds to realize what I was talking about and when she did, I immediately saw the tease in her eyes.
"Oh no, I was just touching myself." She shrugged as she pulled her hand out of her shorts and I hummed, not sure if I should believe her or not. "But I was thinking of you, if it makes you feel any better."
"It doesn't." I smiled at my wife but it wasn't genuine and she knew it. "We haven't had sex for two weeks and the day you come back, you just decide to cheat on me with yourself?"
"Hey, it's not cheating if I don't come." She protested and I disapprovingly clicked my tongue. "I'm kidding, babe." She chuckled but I just arched an eyebrow. I didn't know what to expect from Brittany, really. "Seriously?" She frowned when she saw my expression. "Here, smell." She held up her fingers but I just pulled back.
"Fine, I believe you." I said but she didn't seem satisfied with my answer.
"No, smell!"
"Ok." I shrugged and grabbed her wrist to steady her hand and then smelled her fingers.
"Did you smoke in Chicago?" I asked and let her hand go. She frowned as she smelled her fingers as well.
"How did you know? I can't smell it."
"Well, I didn't know. But now I do." I stated, making her roll her eyes. I chuckled because I managed to trick her and she obviously didn't like it.
I wasn't disapproving of her smoking though, as long as it wasn't in front of the kids. But it only confirmed to me that something was bothering her, otherwise she wouldn't smoke. I went around the couch and sat next to my wife.
"Baby." I sighed as I grabbed her hand and brought it up to my lips. I softly kissed her knuckles and practically felt the mood shifting from teasing and playful to fucking serious.
"Santana." Her voice was more shaky than she would probably like. Her tone was something between pleading and warning and I hated the effect that whatever happened had on my wife. She took her hand out of my hold, only to cup my cheek and bring our faces closer. "I really love you, you know." She whispered seriously, making me feel all warm inside, and my heart skipped a beat.
"I love you too." I managed to say before Brittany's lips covered my own. I would never get tired of her kisses, of her lips, of her.
She deepened the kiss, effectively making me unable to pull back and just ask her what I wanted. Because her kisses were irresistible. Because I went too much time without them to be able to get out of them easily. And her hand that left my cheek, and went down my neck and shoulder and arm, made it more difficult because it caused goosebumps to rise on my skin and it put me in a daze.
She pushed me so I would lie on my back as her tongue explored my mouth, making me whimper and then moan when she settled on top of me. But when her hands disappeared under my tank top, and traced my hips and ribcage until it reached the start of my bra, I pushed her shoulders back and made her stop.
"Brittany." My voice was raspy and hoarse because, wanting to or not, I was kind of turned on at the moment. And although I missed my wife so much and wanted her right here and right now, I wanted more to talk to her. And Brittany obviously picked up on it because she sighed as she fell half on top of me and half between the back of the couch and my body and hid her face in my neck.
Her hand didn't leave my shirt though. She started drawing random patterns on my stomach and it was a sign that she was thinking really hard about something. I didn't say anything else. I didn't want to push her any more than I had already done.
"I don't want to tell you." She mumbled then as she buried her face deeper in my neck, her lips ghosting just above my skin but not quite touching. I didn't like it because it was like she was teasing me and also because I couldn't see her face and decipher her emotions.
"Britt." I sighed.
"I just don't want you to feel bad or sad or mad or anything that rhymes with that." I couldn't help but chuckle as I turned on my side so I could face my beautiful wife.
"Baby, if you feel bad then I feel bad. I can't help it. I love you so much." My arm went around her waist and my hand disappeared under her tank top, softly caressing her painted skin. She nervously licked her lips as she watched her hands that were between us. I leaned forward and kissed her hand to get her attention, causing her to look up at me. She took a big breath and let it out shakily.
"Look, it's nothing. Nothing happened, really." She shrugged and went to sit up but I tightened my hold around her so she couldn't leave.
"When did you sleep last time?" I wondered and she shrugged again. "What makes you think that you'll be able to sleep now?"
"Stop lawyering me, babe." She sighed as she hid her face in my neck, making me chuckle. 'Lawyering' was whenever I was making a lot of questions, no matter the subject. And that was pretty often. I gently nudged her with my shoulder so she would pull back and look at me. I looked at her pointedly, because I knew that something was bothering her and she sighed. "You think you know me…"
"I do know you." I interrupted her and she sighed as she leaned forward to leave a kiss on my lips before pulling back again.
"I saw someone…" She trailed off and then she frowned angrily. "A guy that I haven't seen in twenty years." She watched my face as realization dawned on me.
"You mean a client?" I asked to make sure and she nodded. "Did he talk to you?" She cringed and looked away from me. "What did he say?"
"He recognized me and he wanted to…and then he said that he'll pay me." She was still not looking at me as her hands, that were still between us, rubbed her face in frustration. "And I wanted to answer, and punch him too, but Anna was with me and I didn't want to do that in front of her. I didn't even want him talking to me in front of her. It was bad."
"Baby, I'm so sorry." I said softly, hoping my tone would calm her down. She was obviously really upset and I hated seeing her like that. I hated that guy too. I hated everyone who thought they had rights over someone else, especially if that person was Brittany. They didn't have rights twenty years ago and they sure as hell didn't have them now. I just hated everyone that ever made my wife feel anything less than fucking awesome.
"It was bad but it could be much worse, San. Instead of Anna, who's fine with it, it could be Ali or George. I'm sure that someone else that I know is in New York. And he can see me and recognize me and then go find our kids and be like 'I used to fuck your mom'. Then what?" She looked at me expectantly and I blinked a few times, doing my best to ignore her imitation of this guy.
"That's unlikely to happen." I finally whispered softly as my hand continued to caress her back.
"I know it's been many years and it was in Chicago, but it's not impossible to happen. And I don't want it to happen. The kids won't understand, San." Brittany whispered and my heart broke at her sad tone. But I smiled at her. I smiled because I didn't agree.
"Honey, your story isn't a story to be ashamed of. It's a story to be proud of. And anyone who knows that story is proud of you and loves you. Ali and George are probably not able to understand that now because they're still very young, but we're raising them right, baby, and once they grow up, they'll be proud of you too." She swallowed thickly before letting out a long breath and I leaned forward and kissed her flower tattoo. "I can promise you that." I mumbled against her painted skin.
"San." Her hand went in my hair as my kisses went up her neck. I didn't know if she was convinced or not but it wasn't a secret that I always had more things to say. Well, except those times when Brittany could render me speechless.
"Baby, the kids love you so much and your past isn't gonna change that. Nothing will. And I'm sure they'll be proud of their mom. Actually, I think they'll love you even more and although that should be impossible, I fall more in love with you every day, so..."
"Santana." Brittany whispered and I finally pulled back from her neck and looked up at her beautiful blue eyes as her hand cupped my cheek. "I don't think I told you today how much I love you."
"Well, then tell me." I shrugged and she finally smiled softly at me, making my heart expand inside my chest, as she leaned in and connected our lips. And that kiss said what she couldn't say with words.
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"I think you couldn't sleep because you were in a bed without me." I teased as I walked down the hallway towards our bedroom. I was holding Brittany's hand as she was right behind me.
"I think you couldn't sleep because you were in a bed without your personal heating human. And that's me." Maybe that was true too. Maybe. I shrugged as I stepped into our bedroom and dropped Brittany's hand to take off my top. It was late and I assumed that we would sleep, that was why I jumped in surprise when I felt Brittany's hands on my bare waist and her breath so close to my neck. It made me shiver. "Santana." She breathed against my ear, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin at her tone. Oh, I knew that tone.
I let the top that I was holding fall on the floor while Brittany gathered my hair over one shoulder, effectively exposing the other for her lips to worship. She softly kissed my neck, slowly making her way across my shoulder, and I felt her tugging the strap of my bra out of the way and down my arm. Both her hands went down my arms until they reached and grabbed my hips and brought our bodies flashed against each other's. Brittany's heat, the feel of her body against my back and the sudden change of mood put me in a daze. I let my weight lean on her as I completely surrendered to my wife.
"Do you really wanna sleep?" She asked me. I was breathing heavily as I felt Brittany's lips kiss my jumping pulse point before sucking the skin there. Kisses that started soft and slow, quickly transformed to passionate and heated, open-mouthed kisses.
"No." I let my head lean back on my wife's shoulder, effectively exposing more skin for her to kiss and drive me crazy. I thought that she wanted to sleep, but apparently she didn't and I was so glad. I felt her hands tightening their hold on my hips and pulling me even closer to her body, even though there was no space between us.
"Good, because I want you so much right now." I actually whimpered at the way she said that. Voice deep with desire and arousal.
I quickly turned around to cup Brittany's cheeks and crash our lips together for a heated and needy kiss. Brittany moaned in surprise but responded to the kiss as her hands grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to her, letting me know that she felt the same way. It was the way she was touching me and the way she was kissing me and I just knew that she needed me as much as I needed her at that moment.
My hands went on the hem of her tank top and tugged, making her pull back just enough to take the tank top off of her and throw it on the floor, before returning to the passionate kiss. Her hands immediately went to the hem of my shorts, hooking her fingers in both the shorts and underwear that I was wearing and tugged them down my legs. I pulled back from the kiss and eagerly kicked them off as Brittany took off her shorts and underwear as well.
She came back to me as she took her bra off as well, and I felt my mouth going dry. Because there was never going to be a time when I wouldn't be able to appreciate how fucking gorgeous my wife was. There was never going to be a time when I wouldn't be able to appreciate her strong arms, perky breasts, defined abs, sexy curves, long legs with wonderfully sculpted thighs and soft, pale creamy skin. No matter how turned on I was, I would always take a moment to just feel lucky to have her.
Her hands went on my hips again and pushed me back as she reconnected our lips, immediately putting her tongue in my mouth and effectively sucking the air out of my lungs. I didn't even have time to wonder why Brittany was pushing me back because I felt the back of my thighs hitting the dresser and my wife's hands sliding down my thighs and hoisting me up.
"Fuck." I grunted in pain and blindly pushed away whatever it was that I sat on. Brittany's lips went on my neck as her hands spread my legs open and she stood between them. She slid her hands to the back of my knees and pulled me against her. "Oh my god." I moaned when my already extremely wet centre made contact with Brittany's pelvis. I was so turned on that I couldn't even say that the bed was right there. And I couldn't care less about the fact that my back would hurt like a bitch in a while, considering I had my back pains. Because Brittany was sucking at my pulse point while her hands tightened their hold on my thighs, guiding my hips to grind against hers.
"You're so wet." She breathed as I put my hands on her shoulders to support myself and wrapped my legs around her waist to keep her close to me. I was already a moaning mess and I tried to remember the last time that I was so close to falling over the edge so early but I couldn't remember because Brittany's kisses started going down my collarbone and chest until she reached my still bra covered breasts. "Why is this still on?" She frowned disapprovingly as she tugged down my bra, freeing my breast and immediately wrapping her pierced lips around my nipple.
I moaned loudly at the sensation of Brittany's sucking and biting on my sensitive nipple, her fingers digging in my skin as we deliciously grinded our hips together. I tightened my hold around her, trying to ground myself. The feel of Brittany's skin where I needed her the most was achingly pleasurable. It was too much and not enough.
Brittany seemed to decipher my throaty moans because as one arm went around my waist, the other hand made its way down my stomach, slowly reaching where I was aching for my wife's touch. She pulled back from my nipple to kiss me again, eliciting another moan from me when her tongue expertly massaged mine. And just when I thought that she would finally touch me, her hand stopped its journey to my centre.
"Does your back hurt?" Brittany pulled back so she could look in my eyes and I groaned disapprovingly, although I loved that my wife was so considerate.
"It's fine." I managed to let out, although it wasn't, as I pushed her hand further down. I moaned loudly and my thighs trembled when her fingers dipped into my wetness to explore my extremely wet folds. My hand went to grab Brittany's arm, like I was scared that she would take her hand away, as her perfectly long fingers moved through my wetness. I wasn't really able to do anything else but close my eyes and let my head fall back on the mirror of the dresser with a thud and just enjoy that touch. Just take that pleasure that I missed so much these last few days.
"You feel so good." Brittany kissed and sucked and licked over my heaving chest, collarbone, throat and finally under my chin. I just moaned in response and when Brittany's fingers found my throbbing clit and drew tight circles over it, I moaned louder as my hold around Brittany's arm tightened, my short nails probably leaving scratch marks on her skin. I wasn't even ashamed that I was already so close, I wasn't even really registering the pain on my back as I arched myself against my wife.
"Inside." I grunted, thinking that I would fucking explode. And thankfully my wife wasn't in a teasing mode, she probably picked up on the fact that I was a ticking bomb. She immediately let two fingers slip inside my violently convulsing walls as she sucked on my pulse point and it was all it took for me to not so unexpectedly fall over the edge. I already knew that I was so close but when I felt my wife entering me, my eyes widened as my walls clenched hard around Brittany's fingers and I felt those familiar waves of ecstasy go through my body and paralyze me.
But before I even had time to get out of my post-orgasm daze, I felt my wife's fingers start moving inside of me. She quickly built me up again and pushed me over the edge for the second time in an embarrassingly short period of time.
I tried to catch my breath as I was still slightly jerking from the aftershocks of my intense orgasms. Brittany's fingers were still buried inside of me because my legs were still wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to me. I loosened the death grip that my arms had around my wife's neck and it allowed her to pull back from my neck and connect her beautiful blue eyes with mine.
"Fuck, babe. That was so fucking hot." I bit my bottom lip because I was expecting some kind of teasing but Brittany looked like she meant what she said. I couldn't really say anything though, I was still kind of dazed. "I think you missed me too much though." I rolled my eyes. Of course she would tease.
"I believe I have the right to miss my wife as much as I want." I stated. My wife smiled her perfect smile at me as she connected our lips.
"I love you." She mumbled, causing me to smile against her lips before saying it back and claiming her lips again.
I loosened my hold on her waist as well to allow her to pull her fingers out of me, but my movements caused a sharp pain go through my spine and it made me pull back from the perfect and soft kiss to hiss in pain.
"Alright, grandma." Brittany said teasingly as she pulled her fingers out of me, making me whimper, and then she wrapped her arms around my waist and picked me up. She carried me to the bed and gently laid me against the pillows, once again reminding me of how strong she actually was. She settled between my legs and started leaving small soft kisses on my neck and chest, waiting for me to catch my breath.
"Britt, does my back make our sex life boring?" I wondered then, making Brittany breathe out a laugh as her hands disappeared between the mattress and my body and rubbed my back.
"No, baby. Your back turns me on." She whispered and bit her pierced bottom lip. I knew she was thinking about all those times that she started by massaging my back and we ended up having sex. Maybe that was why she wanted to massage me in the first place, but I wasn't complaining. I got my massages and I got my orgasms.
Brittany was probably thinking that I couldn't even move at the moment but I was fine and since she wasn't expecting it, I actually managed to flip us over and have Brittany on her back while I straddled her thighs. She looked surprised at first but then she smirked at me, probably thinking that she could flip us over again. And I knew she could but I was glad that she didn't and she let me do whatever I wanted to do with her.
My hands immediately went on my back to unclasp the bra that I didn't know why I was still half-wearing, while my eyes never left Brittany's. My wife's eyes weren't on mine though, they watched every single one of my movements as I slowly took off my bra and threw it on the floor. She swallowed hard when I was completely naked on top of her as her hands went on my waist and tried to pull me down. But I took them in mine and pinned them on either side of her head and next to her sprawled out angelic blonde hair.
"You don't get to touch me." I whispered against her lips. I was holding myself high enough so my breasts wouldn't touch hers and I knew it drove her crazy.
"I didn't tease you, baby." She pouted at me.
"Keep your hands there." I ignored her and kissed the pout away before straightening up again. Not that I could ever forget, but I just wanted to remind myself what my wife's body looked like. I just wanted to love her all over again.
My hands went on her exposed waist and my fingers traced her ribcage, admiring her black dragon tattoo and the way her chest rose and fell because of her heavy breathing. I let my hands softly caress the soft skin of her stomach and I bit my bottom lip when I felt my wife's muscles tensing and relaxing. My fingers continued their journey down my wife's torso, circled her protruding hipbones and then slid back up her stomach again until they reached the underside of her small breasts, causing her to tremble.
"Santana." Brittany breathed and I looked up to find blue eyes full of lust and desire looking back at me. I let the palms of my hands softly graze sensitive pink nipples as my eyes stayed on my wife's face, watching as she bit her pierced bottom lip to stifle a moan or a whimper. And I wanted to moan too because Brittany was being so open to me, she let me worship and admire her body and the fact that she was willingly exposing herself to me still amazed me. And it always would.
My hands left Brittany's breasts and went up her arms to entwine our fingers together as I leaned down to leave a kiss on her flower tattoo and then lower and lower until I reached her breast. My tongue circled her nipple before enclosing the sensitive bud with my full lips and sucked. She finally let out the moan she had been holding and squeezed my hands as she trembled underneath me.
When Brittany's hips bucked against mine, I pulled back from her breast to lean up and take her pierced bottom lip between my own as my torso pressed against Brittany's, causing her to moan again. I could feel her chest rising and falling as she panted heavily in the forceful kiss. Her hands dropped mine so she could cup my cheeks and pull me back from the kiss.
"I need you to 'love' me right now." I definitely knew when Brittany 'needed' something and when Brittany really needed something.
"Spread your legs." My voice was raspy and it made my wife actually shiver as she obeyed. I leaned down and kissed her again as I shifted so I was lying between her legs. My hands went down on her thighs, urging her to bend her knees and I just stayed like that for a few seconds, enjoying this reunion and how perfectly our bodies fit together.
Brittany's hands slowly went down my back until they reached my ass and squeezed the flesh as she pushed my against her, effectively making us both moan softly at the contact. I rocked against her again, feeling her wetness on me and causing Brittany to moan again, as her kisses got more and more needy. And so I decided to act like the perfect wife I knew I was and actually please my wife. I leaned my weight on my elbow as the other hand disappeared between our sweaty bodies and immediately found my wife's centre.
Both of us moaned at the sensation of my fingers exploring Brittany's heat. She was so fucking wet and soft and warm. I didn't waste any more time as I inserted two fingers inside my wife, causing her to arch her back beneath me as her nails dug in my skin, drawing me closer to her although that wasn't possible.
I started thrusting into her as her bent legs trembled and closed to trap my hips in place, like she wanted to keep me there. As if I wanted to be anywhere else. I pulled back from the sloppy kiss and kissed down Brittany's jaw and neck as our sweaty bodies moved together.
I lovingly 'loved' my wife until she wonderfully came around my fingers. I slowly pulled them out of her and brought them up to my lips to suck them clean and moan at that familiar taste that was all Brittany. And then I snaked my arms between my wife's body and the mattress and hugged her tightly as I hid my face in her sweaty neck. I stayed in her arms, smelling her intoxicating scent, and waited for her to catch her breath.
"Baby?" She whispered after a while as her hands started playing with my hair and I hummed in response. When she didn't answer for a few seconds, I pulled back from her neck so I could look at her. She smiled softly as her beautiful blue eyes studied my face.
"What are you doing?" I whispered and pecked her lips so she would stop looking at me like that. Sometimes Brittany's eyes were too intense for me. I could see and feel the magnitude of her love and it was...overwhelming. Her perfect smile widened, silently telling me that she knew what she was doing to me, as her arms went around my neck and held our faces close.
"You're just so, so beautiful. Like a Greek goddess." She whispered in awe, making me actually blush. I was pretty sure she could feel the heat coming from my cheeks when she leaned up and kissed my warm skin.
"Britt, you don't have to tell me stuff like that anymore, you know. You convinced me to marry you, I'm not going anywhere." I shrugged teasingly and then shivered when I felt Brittany's hands starting to caress my back.
"Yeah, but there's the sex too. I have to tell you stuff like that if I want you to put out."
"Oh, right. Go on then." She smiled as she pecked my lips before relaxing on the pillow again and turning her expression back to serious.
"There's a reason why I wanted to come home earlier, and it's not just because I missed you and the kids but because you make me feel better, you know? You just make me feel like everything is fine and I needed just that. I needed you."
"Baby, everything is fine." I whispered softly.
"Well, I just wanted to thank you for everything." She shrugged like the perfect and adorable human being she was, making me smile. I leaned down and kissed her softly, trying to convey that I felt the same way. That I needed her just as much and that I was so grateful for having her in my life.
"I love you so much, Britt. And I just want you to love me back. Ok?" She hummed thoughtfully for a few seconds, like she wasn't sure that the answer was fucking 'ok'. And so I looked at her expectantly.
"Ok." She finally smiled and I smiled too as she flipped us over and settled on top of me. "I'll 'love' you all night long, baby."