"These lava fields are so pretty!" Tina commented, taking millions of pictures on her phone the entire time, much to the annoyance of Santana.
"Yeah, yeah," Santana groaned, trudging along behind the shorter girl and her boyfriend who was moving ahead of them along the trail in athletic strides. "Fascinating. I haven't had enough caffeine for this."
Brittany leaned against her for a moment, whispering into her ear and Santana felt those familiar butterflies that never seemed to go away when she was in the blonde's presence.
"Aw, don't be grumpy. It's actually kind of nice, isn't it?"
"C'mon, Mami!"
Santana felt a warm feeling in her chest when Val held her hand, pulling her along.
They were awake early the next morning for a hike… not exactly Santana's idea of fun but Brittany and Tina really wanted to do it. Mike just shrugged, not wanting to argue with his girlfriend and didn't really care as long as he was getting to see more of the island. Santana grumbled for most of the way but it did make her smile to see her son and girlfriend having fun.
Valentino and Brittany loved absolutely everything about Maui, which made Santana happy because she had always had such an attachment to the place herself. In her mind's eye, she imagined what it might be like if the three of them lived there on the island forever. She shook her head, telling herself she was being ridiculous to have such a fantasy.
"Brittany! Fancy seeing you here."
The Latina swore that wherever they went, that woman just oh so coincidentally had to show up. Lani was walking way too close to Brittany for Santana's liking, wearing those awful shades of green again that made Santana sick. She never hated surfing and the colour green so much in her life.
"What the hell?" Santana grunted, outraged.
"I don't want the Mommy Stealer back." Valentino pouted, glaring in the two women's direction in an almost identical way to Santana.
"Me neither. Couldn't agree with you more, Kid."
"I only want you to be my Mami."
Santana's heart softened at his words, relieved as she pulled him into a hug, running a hand through his soft waves of brown hair but she felt sour again when she glanced in Brittany's direction, narrowing her eyes when Lani touched Brittany's arm and blatantly checked the blonde out.
"This is just sickening. So here's the deal, Kid. I've got a plan for how we're gonna get rid of that annoying woman." She smirked, devious thoughts going through her mind as she crouched down beside the boy, whispering to him. He nodded at her, grinning in delight at their evil plan to chase Lani away.
If that bitch was going to try to scheme her way into getting Brittany's attention, well two could play at that game. For the rest of the day, Santana was in her most petulant and villainous state, in a terrible mood.
She just happened to "accidentally" hit her with her heavy beach bag and nearly send her flying into the sand when the woman was in the middle of boasting about herself to Brittany then she spilled her glass of red wine on the woman when the entire group went to a restaurant nearby, getting it all over her clothes. With Valentino's help, though both of them were somewhat terrified, they dropped a live crab or two into Lani's handbag when she wasn't looking, smirking to each other as the woman screamed when she found them.
Then there was the incident on the boat during their cruise at sunset when Santana jumped out at them from nowhere, announcing her presence loudly and Lani was so shocked that she fell overboard into the water as the Latina and her son laughed maniacally. Served the bitch right, Santana thought.
Eventually, her girlfriend seemed to realize what she was up to and Santana swallowed hard, a little ashamed of herself now as Brittany didn't seem too impressed by her antics. She pulled her away to a corner of the beach to speak to her privately when she caught Santana spying on the two of them once again after Lani had been rescued.
"Santana, what are you doing?" Brittany demanded… well as much as Brittany was capable of demanding something in her soft, airy voice, crossing her arms. Santana froze in place and winced, knowing she messed up this time. She tried to cover up her guilt by giving her girlfriend a proud look, acting casual.
"Hilarious, huh?"
"You've been doing this stuff all day, haven't you?"
"I just gave her what she deserved," Santana insisted, scowling at the thought of Brittany's ex and spiralling into an angry rant. "She likes the water, right? She'll be right at home in the ocean with the other sea creatures, so if you think about it, I'm kind of doing her a favour. She knows how to swim home, so it'll be good exercise after she ate so much of those hula pies anyway. I thought you like my pranks? What, why's it such a big deal if I take out the trash? You don't need that snake around you, Britt. She wants to take advantage of you. I'm just trying to protect you!"
The blonde just watched her in silence with a frown, her lips pressed together and her eyes watery. Santana couldn't handle the look of disappointment and sadness directed at her from the blonde. Her stomach churned with anger and envy at the thought of Lani flirting so openly with Brittany and the blonde giving her so much of her attention. She hated the stupid surfer bitch and in her furious state, she couldn't help the next petty comment that slipped out as she pouted deeply.
"What, you're defending her then? Don't tell me you still have a thing for that washed up beach bum or something."
"You sound like Valentino. I know you're jealous but I just thought you would trust me more." Brittany whispered to her, her blue eyes filled with hurt and shining with tears as her cheeks flushed red.
Santana was stunned at Brittany's outburst. She didn't know how to explain that it wasn't Brittany she didn't trust but that demonic ex of hers.
"Jealous? Why would you think I'm - Brittany, wait! It's not that I don't trust - I didn't mean to-"
Brittany glanced at Santana once last time with teary eyes before adjusting the beach bag on her shoulder and storming away.
"Oh fuck, I really messed that one up." Santana sighed, slumping against the nearest tree and resisting the urge to bang her head against it as she scuffed her flip flop in the sand. She wasn't sorry about trolling Lani but she felt like such an idiot and the worst person alive when she thought of Brittany being disappointed in her.
Santana tried to give Brittany some space, even though it hurt her beyond belief to think she had upset the girl so much. Brittany giving her the silent treatment was the absolute worst. It had only happened one other time back when they were together all those years ago when Santana was being a jerk and the Latina had practically cried about it, bending over backwards to make Brittany happy with her again after only five minutes of being ignored.
Even though it was the most difficult thing ever, she even tried her best to ignore Lani whenever they saw her at the beach days later to keep the peace for Brittany's sake but she drew the line when she noticed Valentino wearing a bracelet with a familiar looking shark fang dangling from it.
Tina gasped, grabbing Mike's arm and her eyes went wide when she saw where Santana was heading. Santana saw red when she saw the way Lani was leaning close to Brittany, flirting openly with her once again as the blonde shifted uncomfortably.
"Brittany, come on. What does she have that I don't?" Lani insisted, slipping her arm around the other woman's shoulders. Brittany eventually huffed, pushing her off and Santana only became more infuriated when she noticed the way the green-eyed surfer kept pushing herself into the blonde's space even when she tried to move away. "Why won't you give me another chance?"
"I told you, I have a girlfriend and I'm not interested, okay? Stop."
"Hey you!"
Santana stood in front of the Hawaiian woman with her arms folded, staring her down furiously.
"I think we need to talk right now, Surf Bitch."
"Whoa, did I miss something?" Lani drawled. "Are you going to fight me? Should I have brought my sword and shield?"
"Why did you give that thing to my son?"
"I thought he'd like it," Lani shrugged, acting all cool and blase about the whole thing in a way that infuriated Santana even more. "I thought maybe he'd warm up to me a little more if I showed him that I'm not the monstrous villain he assumes I am."
"Whoa, whoa, slow down there. First of all, I don't want you giving my son gifts. Second of all, stay away from my girlfriend."
"Maybe you're mad because I'm better for your son than you are. That's why you have to play your little childish pranks on me."
"Since when do you suddenly want to be his best friend, Surf Bitch?" The Latina arched an eyebrow, raising her voice as she confronted the woman. "You didn't want to deal with Brittany and our son. They were just nothing to you, huh? More work for you, instead of servants to worship your so-called greatness."
"It's true Brittany and I have a… complicated past but last I heard was, you're the one who left Brittany all alone when she needed you most. You just abandoned her and I was there to pick up the pieces. I knew you were a fuckgirl but I didn't realize you're also a deadbeat mom."
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, so I suggest you close your fucking mouth before I knock some of those jacked up teeth out." Santana growled.
"Oh, did I hit a nerve? Just admit it, Santana, I'm classier than you, way above you in intelligence and I'd be better as Brittany's lover. Maybe even her wife."
Santana just about reached a boiling point, shoving Lani back forcefully as she grit her teeth.
"Listen here, you conniving little psychopathic bitch, I know the kind of game you're trying to play and it's not going to work. Stay away from my girlfriend and my son or I swear to God I will demolish you," Santana snarled, completely losing her temper. "Stay the fuck away from us!"
Lani and the others watched in shock as Santana walked away after her outburst. Santana's tempers when she acted this way would have terrified anyone else but Brittany wasn't afraid. She had never been afraid. Brittany followed her halfway up the beach as she stormed off, her fists clenched at her sides.
"Santana…" Brittany sighed, running up to her and wrapping her arms around her waist from behind as she rested her face against her shoulder. "It's okay. I know you're angry. Please just listen to me."
Before she registered what was happening, Santana was facing her and Brittany was drowning in her heated black gaze as she leaned closer so they were barely a breath apart as the blonde whispered to her.
"I'm yours, okay? Only yours."
"I know you are and I won't let you go. I'm sorry for being such a jerk and for ever making you feel like I don't trust you."
Without another word, Santana kissed her deep and wet, her hands running over her and pulling her close in her embrace.
When they parted for breath, Brittany stared into her smouldering dark eyes and she knew they were both thinking the same thing - that this was so much like that day years before when Santana had been jealous of someone else being with the blonde.
Except this time, Santana wasn't running away. Brittany felt heat coiling at the base of her spine as they continued to kiss passionately on the deserted stretch of beach. Santana's heated skin and full, hot lips moved against hers so perfectly, both of them in their bikinis. When they eventually parted, breathless, Brittany could feel how hot her face was. She shivered at the aroused look on Santana's face.
"I love you. I'm so in love with you," Santana finally whispered, grabbing Brittany's waist and pressing their hips together as the girl arched into her. "Britt, I know I said I really want to do this properly with you but I don't think I can wait anymore."
"I love you too. I don't want you to wait anymore," Brittany leaned up against her frame, kissing and then nipping on her ear. The thought of Santana loving her the way she had longed for all along was too good to be true. "That's what I've been wanting to tell you. I've been dying to have you all this time. I want you to take me."
She grabbed Santana's wrist, pulling her hand between her thighs and they both gasped when the darker woman's fingertips trailed over the dampness at the center of her bikini bottoms. Santana groaned at how incredibly wet Brittany was.
Santana lead them back to the hotel at record speed, although they were interrupted by the Latina constantly stopping to pull her into bushes or behind walls to kiss her desperately. If anyone saw them, they probably gave them quite a show but neither of them cared.
Santana groaned, realizing she herself was so incredibly wet that her bikini bottom was sticking to her uncomfortably and the blonde smirked knowingly, making a point of grinding her ass back against her as Santana shuddered, closing her eyes at the pressure and friction.
"Wait," Brittany suddenly breathed as she thought of something, grabbing Santana's bicep. "Valentino."
"With his grandma and grandpa for the night." Santana reminded her, pausing to suck on Brittany's lower lip, feeling the blonde relax against her as a look of relief came over her. Whitney and Pierce had offered to babysit their grandson so that the two women could have some alone time.
Once they made it back to their room, Santana pushed her up against the nearest wall and covered her mouth with hers. Brittany slipped her hand between Santana's thighs, rubbing her just over the center of her bikini where she was wet. Santana groaned at the way Brittany was touching her just right. She always knew exactly how to turn Santana on but her touch was driving her crazy.
Santana pushed her thigh up between Brittany's and against her core, grinding up against the blonde's thigh at the same time. The blonde groaned, wrapping her arms around Santana's neck. She loved Santana moving against her like this, slow and sensual.
She reached behind her, untying her bikini top and slipping her bottoms off while helping Santana do the same and giving her ass a firm squeeze as the woman smirked against her neck. Brittany felt relieved when they were finally fully naked and her bare skin was pressed against her lover's smooth, heated skin. She loved the feeling of Santana's strong and firm body covering hers.
Santana lead them over to the bed, encouraging Brittany to lay back as she straddled her and began to grind against her again but more forcefully this time. Santana adjusted her position to rub her core against hers in just the right way and Brittany just about saw stars. They both felt good but Brittany needed more.
She bit her lip, whining softly as she placed a hand on Santana's neck to get her attention and rolled her hips upwards. Santana smiled and kissed her softly, instantly realizing what the blonde wanted and slipped her hand between her thighs, pausing to stroke and admire what she found as Brittany squirmed and gasped.
After it seemed like Brittany could take no more, Santana slipped a finger inside of her easily, hearing the blonde gasp at the intrusion.
The Latina closed her eyes, groaning in appreciation at the feeling of soft, slick heat. The woman was so indescribably wet but knew Brittany hadn't done this in a while so she wanted to be as gentle as possible.
Nothing could ever come close to this feeling. Just the sensation of Brittany's tight, wet, heat around her and her muscles clenching to try to pull more of her inside could almost make Santana come without being touched. She curled her fingers sharply, loving all of the soft gasps and high-pitched moans from the blonde that increased in volume as she pumped into her more forcefully. Brittany moaned Santana's name, sliding her hands down her back as she finally came.
Brittany held Santana in her arms as the darker woman shuddered through her own orgasm above her not long after that, grasping onto the sheets tightly as she moaned into the blonde's neck at the feeling of Brittany's fingers stroking into her so perfectly.
Once they had caught their breaths, it wasn't long before Brittany rolled them over to sit on Santana's lap and her lover smirked at her eagerness, slipping her hand between Brittany's legs. She pushed her fingers up into her deeply and Brittany sighed at the feeling, bouncing on her and wrapping her arms around Santana's neck as they fell into a rhythm.
When they were both finally exhausted and sated, Brittany lay on her back and Santana rolled on top of her, burying her face against her neck as she wrapped an arm around her waist and curled a leg around her thighs. Brittany closed her eyes, tracing little hearts on Santana's shoulder and couldn't stop smiling at the thought of being with her this way again. She knew this was how they were meant to be all along.