You sigh from the door. Your dress rustling as you move away from it and towards me. I can see the exhaustion on your face from here, but your eyes, your eyes are incandescent.

We're married now.

You're my wife.

Mine.

And I'm yours.

And it's the greatest feeling.

It's the best feeling in the entire world.

And I'm still not used to the extra ring on my finger. Or the way it feels to think of the word wife.

You're my wife.

Wife, Santana.

I have a wife now.

And so do you.

And you crawl over to me, so tired. You sink into my arms, my embrace. I will never get tired of holding you like this. You sigh again, happy and content.

And I feel it in my bones.

Like warm honey.

Seeping everywhere.

And when you start humming into my neck, I get goosebumps.

The curve of your smile against my skin, making me tremble.

Your fingers playing with on the nape of my neck, setting me buzzing.

You breathe me in long and deep, humming again.

And I wonder, if this is what heaven feels like. Because when I'm with you, when I'm with you Santana it feels like heaven.

Even when you're grumpy. And sad. And angry. And ragey.

Every second feels like a heaven I couldn't even fathom before I met you. But now I can't fathom anything else.

You start kissing my neck, so tenderly, so lovingly.

I feel it everywhere.

You kiss all the way up to my ear and whisper I love you for the millionth time today.

But every time it takes my breath away.

And you kiss across my cheeks, all over my face. Short, sweet, playful little pecks. And you giggle when you stop and stare at my mouth.

Your eyes are black.

And I have to find the zipper on your dress before you kiss me. Because once you kiss me, I don't know what I'll do.

You feel me reaching for it, and guide my hand where it's supposed to go. "Buttons, Britt."

You spin around and laugh at my cursing.

My fingers get to work right away, but there are a ton of buttons on the back of your dress, baby.

I get halfway down before I curse again.

And your laugh, oh god your laugh, shakes me.

"God fucking damn wedding dresses! All these fucking buttons! Could you imagine a guy fumbling around with all these, my slender lady fingers are having a hard enough time as it is!"

"Mmmm, there are a lot. Sorry, love."

"You're not sorry at all, you look amazing and we both know it."

You turn your head to catch my eye and I can see the love we share shining back at me.

"Britt…"

"Its the truth, S." I reach the last button, "Yes! Success!"

You giggle again, soft and shyer than before. I pull your dress apart and want to start sliding it off your shoulders but you stop me and turn around.

"My turn." You have a sly look on your face and I do as I'm told, winking at you as I spin around and pull my hair over my shoulder.

My dress is easier, a simple zipper down the back, and you slide it slow, slow, slow, reveling in every inch of skin you find underneath.

I hear you gasp when you see what's covering my ass.

My surprise wedding lingerie set was definitely worth the money, the look on your face is priceless when I turn around.

You don't slide my dress off my shoulders, wanting to look at me some more. Your hands cup my face and I hold onto your wrists, letting you search my eyes. Until I see the flicker, and know you're ready.

"Get me out of this dress, Mrs. Lopez."

It's barely a hushed whisper from you, but my heart zings at my new name.

"With pleasure."

You hold your hands above your head and wait for me to lift it off of you. l don't look at you yet, spinning around for you to do the same to me. You kiss the back of my neck, and in between my shoulder blades and slide my dress off to pool around my feet. Taking my hand and helping me step out of it.

"Turn around, Britt."

I smile. And spin.

And you're there, and all I see is white lace, and your blue garter.

And I forget how to breathe.

And we stand there. Staring at each other. Like it's the first time.

But your body is an old friend.

I know every inch of that skin. Every muscle. Every curve. Every line.

And yet, it looks new.

Everything feels new.

The air between us burns with our electricity. Our spark.

Like we could touch it. Feel it.

And when I finally find your eyes again, black, black, black, I snap back into my skin.

And then I'm kissing you.

Hands on your face.

Tongue in your mouth.

Body pressed against yours.

And I swallow a moan.

I don't know if its yours or mine.

I don't care.

In this moment, I don't feel anything but my burning for you.

I have burned for you since the moment I saw you, Santana.

I will burn for you until I take my last breath.

You are it.

You are everything.

You are my wife.

I am yours.

We make it to the bed in a frenzy.

We fall in a pile of limbs.

And we break away.

Both laughing.

And you flip us. Straddling me. Your hair still up in that gorgeous updo.

Your makeup still perfect after all day.

Your smile so radiant.

You are radiant.

"Hi."

"Hi."

You pull my hands off your thighs and link our fingers. And you just look at me.

You look at me with everything you have.

And I swoon.

I've lost count of how many times you've made me swoon, Santana.

Today.

This year.

Our entire relationship.

You lean down, and kiss me. Soft and sweet.

And you melt into me.

And I feel you everywhere.

And I can't take it, and flip you.

And you let out the cutest little noise of surprise.

And I see you bite your lip, because you know.

And I feel like the universe is inside of me, spilling out into you.

I sit up on my knees and pull your leg up. Your garter teasing me.

I toy with it, watching your eyes watch me.

I can see the want, the impatience.

And I slide it off slow, slow, slow.

Throwing it over my shoulder.

Your bridal lingerie is next. Over my shoulder to a heap on the floor.

And then it's just you.

Glorious, ravishing you.

When I lean down to kiss you, you stop my lips with your hand. "You, too, wife."

My stomach somersaults. Wife.

And I stand up on the bed, in between your legs.

And you sit up and slide the red lace down, down, down.

Your smile impish.

And once it's with yours on the floor, your hands glide all over me.

And your lips nip my stomach.

And I feel you tug, tug, tug, signaling that you want me on top of you.

We settle together. You brush the hair out of my face and look at me with pure adoration.

And I can't stand it.

You smile.

Bright and beautiful.

And reach up and slide your lips against mine.

It is electric.

And you pull me down, so I'm completely on top of you.

Your hands all over my back.

Your body moving against mine. Under mine.

You nudge my legs apart with yours.

And your hand sneaks between us.

And you start working into me, both of us gasping.

It feels…. there aren't really words for how it feels tonight.

You're inside me.

And below me.

And I can't think.

I can't think about anything but the fact that I'm your wife now.

This is forever.

And your fingers feel so, so good.

And you're looking at me like I'm the center of the universe.

Your brow furrowed with concentration.

The concentration of my pleasure.

Your smirks at my groans, desperate pleas.

The smile at the breathy way your name falls from my lips.

And your fingers hit that place inside me that only they can hit.

And all at once everything I feel for you comes rushing to the surface.

Rushing out of me.

And I break.

And I hear your name again, louder this time.

And I look at you until I can't any more, before falling into the crook of your neck.

And you stroke my back, my hair.

And you let me catch my breath, kissing the side of my head.

Humming again.

I can feel fireworks everywhere.

Kissing the sweat off your neck.

Licking.

Nipping.

I hear your breath catch, feel it beneath my lips.

I start sliding my body against yours, it ignites me again.

Propping up on my elbows I look at you.

I wait for you to see me.

You do. And smile.

Your soft Britt-Britt smile.

And I kiss it.

And roll my hand over your breast.

And feel you nip my lip in response. Your moan going straight through me.

I just want to kiss you everywhere.

Kiss every inch of skin underneath me.

Cherish and adore the beautiful creature who tied herself to me, gave herself to me, for the rest of our forever.

But you're looking at me in that desperate way you do.

And I know that you just need to feel me.

You need to feel the release.

You need to feel the infiniteness, the universe between us.

And I won't make you wait for it.

We've been waiting all day.

Forever, really.

So I kiss you again, deep and slow, and fill you the only way I know how.

And you shudder beneath me, the weight of everything settling.

And you pull away from my kiss and cry out.

And I can see the enormity of everything between us in your eyes, in the way you're looking at me.

It doesn't take long before you're close.

And I can't focus on much but the sound between your legs.

And your little gasps of pleasure.

And how your legs wrap around me, pulling me deeper into you.

And I curl my fingers.

And I hear my name, sputtered out on a groan.

And I feel you tighten around me, see you arch your back, your neck straining.

And when you finally come down, when you find my eyes again, you are glowing, beaming.

Unshed tears in your eyes.

And your hands are on my face again.

Bringing me to your lips. To a breathless kiss.

We kiss and kiss and kiss.

Your legs still wrapped around me.

Our bodies still lined up perfectly against each other.

Until you slowly start pecking my lips again, short, sweet.

And move to my cheeks, my chin, my nose, my forehead.

I giggle.

You giggle, so cute. So soft.

And it's so tender, this air here between us.

I roll to my side and face you, our legs still tangled together.

"That was…"

"I know."

"Today was…"

"Everything."

"Amazing."

"Britt, we're married."The awe in your voice takes my breath away.

"We are. We're married."

"It doesn't even feel like real life. Except, it feels more real than anything."

"I know!"

"We stood up in front of everyone we know and said those vows…"

"We did. I was there."

You nudge my shoulder playfully, your eyes bright for a moment before they soften again. And I stop teasing.

"I choose you, Brittany Susan Pierce-Lopez. I will keep choosing you every day, no matter what, for the rest of my life."

"And I will keep choosing you, Santana Marisol Lopez. I will love you until infinity."

You kiss me, tucking hair behind my ear. Your eyes so soft when you stop and look at me.

We both feel the exhaustion of the day sink in.

Another kiss. Your lips so kissable, always.

"See you tomorrow, wife."

I swoon one last time for the day. "Wife…." my smile big and bright on my face. "Goodnight, my love."