Kisses.
Soft kisses.
On my face. My eyelids. My lips.
You're waking me up out of my sleep and I can't even be mad because you're kissing me. You can tell I'm awake, you always can.
"Good morning, my love. Please open those pretty brown eyes."
"Mmm…too early, Britt-Britt."
"It's never too early for me to want to look at you."
I can't help the smile that spreads over my face. You lean in and kiss it, longer this time. You are just so… everything. I open my eyes and find yours, sparkling with love and that just woke up face that you have. It's my favorite thing in the world, your just woke up face. It's so beautiful and open, like I can see every piece of you I want to see.
"Hi."
"Hi."
I lean over and kiss you, for real this time, and it awakens my soul. Starting every day with you is the most magical thing in the world.
"Baby, I had the weirdest dream about you."
"Oh?" I'm awake, but I'm still sleepy
Your eyes narrow and I wonder if it was a good dream. You pull me in closer to you and nuzzle under my cheek, and I love love love when you curl into me.
"I had this dream where I didn't know you and you were giving this concert or something or an appearance or whatever, because you're you but I'm not me me, and I was with my sister and we had won tickets and we're walking up to the door but they won't let us in. And I'm all upset because we have the tickets and we are supposed to see you in the front row and all this fun stuff, and you had been talking to me on twitter. So my sister is all 'let's just tweet her' and I do and you answer and then someone gets a phone call and we're being led backstage. We're walking and walking and everyone is rushing around us and it's so cool and Ash is freaking out. Then the security guard drops us off at your door and leaves us there, so we knock and you answer the door but you're not wearing a shirt. It's just you in a bra and a really sexy leather skirt."
You stop to take a deep breath. Your voice did that thing it does when you get jealous sometimes, and it's so cute.
"Well, then what happened B? Did you get to know me…?"
"Ew, Santana, I was with my sister remember?" your face scrunches up and I just have to kiss you. And I do. "You can't distract me with sweet lady kisses, I need to finish the story."
"But I love your sweet lady kisses."
You put your fingers up to my lips and push me away, laughing at my pout. "Later, baby. I want to finish."
"I want to finish, too, Britt."
"Santana!" you fake being shocked and smack me lightly on the arm and I can't contain my laughter. "Such a horn dog sometimes."
"You love it, B."
Your smile is that lazy one that I love, "I do."
"Hmmm, see. I'm always right." I lean back in and kiss you again, tangling my legs with yours even more under the sheets. "Ok, I'll be good. What's the rest of the dream."
"I don't want you to be good." Your eyes darken and I know what we'll be doing for the rest of the morning. Your kisses are starting to get heated, but still soft in that way they always are in the morning. Morning sex with you is my favorite thing ever. Sex with you period is my favorite thing ever, but in the morning… there's something so sacred and beautiful about being that intimate before we even start our days.
"Baby…"
"Ok, ok. So you answer the door in nothing but this bra and a super sexy leather skirt and even dream me can feel my jaw drop to the floor. And you stand there apologizing about the mix up and promise that everything is taken care of. My sister thanks you and fawns over you and then starts walking away but I'm literally stuck. Like I can't stop looking at you. Your abs, your long dark hair, your legs under the skirt. It's too much. My dream brain is fried. Your hotness fried my dream brain. And then I get sort of jealous because how many people do you open the door in your underwear for, but then I realize that I don't know you so I shouldn't care. And I turn to walk away but you stop me and pull me in the room with you."
I can't help but giggle again, "So dream me is also a horn dog?"
You nod and bite your lip, "Don't get ahead of yourself, S."
"So you pull me in to the room with you and you sit down at the mirror and start getting ready, but you keep asking me all these questions. It's like you're trying to get to know me and all I'm doing is trying not to stare at your boobs in that bra or your abs. Dream me can't tell if you know I'm looking, but I catch you smirking a few times and I'm pretty sure I wasn't discreet."
"Brittany, you're never discreet, you are a fiend! It's one of the things I love about you."
"A fiend?"
I nod, "Yup. I said it. Fiend."
"Look who's talking! Pot, kettle." You gesture between us even though your face is bright red.
I bark with laughter again and you lean in to nip my neck. And everything inside of me sings.
"Did dream us get it on or what?"
"Well, you kept talking and I kept looking and you had to get ready for the rest of your show and so I had to leave, but when I started to leave you smiled at me…that one that I love so much…and grabbed my hand. You squeezed it and it felt like a promise. And I walked out of the dressing room and I felt like I was in a trance, like you put me under a spell."
"You put me under a spell every day, Britt. And dream me had the right idea, because you're not just anybody."
"Nope, definitely not."
I start laughing again, but you cut me off with a searing kiss and roll me over, grounding me.
And it seems like you've finally finished your story.
And, oh yes, I love mornings.
A/N: Thank you everyone for your continued support! Your kind words truly mean something! Is it Brittanuary yet?