"Mm, Santana."
Brittany hummed against Santana's mouth appreciatively, her toes curling as she writhed against the woman on top of her. Santana caught both of Brittany's wrists, pinning her hands above her head as she kissed her heatedly, their tongues sliding together until Brittany couldn't think of anything other than the pleasure her lover was giving her.
She sighed at the feeling of heated, bare skin against her own as their bodies tangled together. Sex with Santana was just as spectacular as she remembered it being and she knew no one else would ever know her body the way she did. No one else would ever be able to fulfil all of her unspoken desires, and make her feel as full, as sated as Santana did.
She wasn't expecting her girlfriend to pounce on her practically as soon as they woke up the next day before either of them even got any clothes on but she couldn't help but give in to the feeling of those full lips, so hot as they molded to hers again and again, drawing her into a deep kiss that made the blonde's head spin and toes curl.
There was something about being close to the beach that brought out a passionate side in both of them. They could both smell the salt in the air and taste it on each other's skin. Warm, morning sunlight was beginning to filter in through the curtains, a soothing, far-off sound of waves crashing against the shore filling their ears and lulling them both into a tranquil state. Brittany had never felt better as Santana settled her hips against hers, grinding down into her until they both were too far gone to stop as things quickly became more heated between them.
Santana caressed her breasts, enjoying the weight of them in her palms and the blonde's nipples stiffened in response to the attention as she circled them. She pinched a nipple gently until Brittany squeaked, her back arching as she pushed up into groping hands. Santana chuckled, loving how responsive Brittany always was.
Brittany shivered slightly when she felt Santana's hand roaming lower over her hip and thigh, giving the thick, fleshy area a firm squeeze and caressing it softly before moving closer to where she really needed her. She trembled, desire settling wetly between her legs as she felt Santana stroking that sensitive area between her hip bone and her core, tracing the outline of that pretty little flower tattoo the darker woman had always been so fascinated with. She knew this was one of Brittany's weak spots.
The tall blonde felt the tips of her lover's fingers sliding through her slick warmth and heard the sharp intake of breath from Santana against her lips as she felt the evidence of how turned on Brittany was. She moved upwards to circle her tiny bundle of nerves with one finger teasingly as Brittany squirmed and squeaked. Brittany felt a flush rise to her cheeks as Santana pulled back slightly, their lips separating and the woman smirked cockily at her at the wetness that soaked her fingers. The blonde clearly wouldn't need any more preparation for what they were about to do.
"Mm, you're so wet for me already," The Latina husked approvingly as Brittany squeaked at the feeling of her dipping into her folds and then pushing a little deeper into her entrance teasingly with just the tips of two fingers, whispering the most filthy things into her ear. Brittany felt herself become wetter, practically dripping down her thigh as Santana kneaded her breast more firmly. Santana leaned down to take her nipple into her mouth, kissing and sucking it gently and then firmer as those fingertips teased her lower at her most intimate part and pushed in just slightly again. "You want this? Want me to take you?"
"Yes. Please, fuck me. I need you so much." Brittany answered shamelessly right away in a high-pitched voice as Santana stroked her little nub with her thumb in tight, fast circles. She rocked her hips upward, needing more and noticed the way Santana's eyes darkened even more if that were possible at her words, her desire written all over her face as she clenched her jaw and bit her lip in an effort to control herself.
Santana pressed her back into the bed against those silky white sheets, slowly entering her with two fingers and Brittany sighed at the sensation of being filled. She ran her hands over Santana's arms to her shoulders and then down her smooth, strong back, enjoying the feeling of warm skin and firm muscle as her lover paused for a moment, allowing her to adjust. Brittany bent her knees and planted both feet on the bed, shifting slightly and groaning as Santana added a third finger.
She felt herself become even wetter if that were possible, her entire body buzzing in arousal as she watched Santana move above her. She loved Santana's burnished brown skin that seemed to glow from all of the sun exposure and small but perfectly toned, wiry frame, from those square shoulders right down to her chiseled abs that twitched whenever Brittany smoothed her palm over them.
Santana watched her lover in awe as well, noticing the beautiful, rosy flush of her skin and the way her normally light blue eyes had darkened to a bold sapphire as her lips parted with each stroke into her. Santana's other hand curled around her right thigh, squeezing it gently and encouraging Brittany to wrap her leg around her waist. Brittany eagerly wrapped both legs around her, her head tilting back against the pillow and she rolled her hips upward to meet each thrust. She surrendered completely to the feeling, allowing Santana to claim her lips and body completely.
As she always was able to, her lover sensed what she needed and pumped into her faster, stroking her walls and curling her fingers just right, just a little too hard and sharp the way she knew would make Brittany completely fall apart in no time. Brittany had always loved it fast and rough like this.
"Oh, ugh, Santana!"
Both of their eyes widened when they heard that particular sound from Brittany and Santana groaned as felt her wetness increase against her fingers. She knew she had found that one sweet spot that always made Brittany go crazy as the blonde squeaked and her grip on her shoulders tightened. Santana closed her eyes, replaying the sound her lover had made in her head and knowing she'd never be able to forget it, nor would she ever want to. She felt herself clench and held herself back from rutting against her lover's thigh, even though the dull ache between her own legs was becoming difficult to ignore.
Getting an idea of how to make this feel even better for Brittany, she grabbed a pillow, encouraging her slightly confused lover to push her hips up so she could slide it under her ass.
"Lift up a second for me, Beautiful."
Brittany sighed, obediently spreading her legs and did as Santana instructed, quickly realizing what she wanted to do. Wanting nothing more than to hear Brittany moan like that for her again, Santana tried to repeat the same motion, pressing her fingers in as deep as possible and curling them in a come hither motion. Brittany grabbed her bicep and squeezed, arching her back and couldn't seem to control herself as she rocked her ass into Santana's fingers.
"Oh, oh, Santana. Don't stop."
"Never. I've got you."
Santana wrapped her free arm around the girl's waist, their sweaty skin rubbing together and she gently stroked her soft skin at her fingertips as she kissed the shell of her delicate ear, panting. They were as physically close as they could possibly be, every inch of Santana's body pressed against hers so perfectly.
She kept her fingers in place but pressed up and down repeatedly, hitting that spot with precision until Brittany let out a helpless, high-pitched moan and came with Santana's warm mouth pressed against her neck, kissing her skin. She loved how she could make Brittany completely fall apart like this, in a way no one else ever would.
Santana could hardly think of anything other than the feeling of Brittany's grasping heat as the blonde's body seemed to want to pull her in deeper. She paused to suck on her delicate, pink upper lip so hard she knew the blonde would feel it the next day, nipping at her Cupid's bow. Santana remained inside of her for a long time, enjoying the warmth of Brittany's body not really wanting to sever the connection between them. She smiled at the way her girlfriend whined at the emptiness when she eventually took them out.
Santana groaned, not expecting it when Brittany suddenly pulled her into a desperate kiss, reaching between the darker woman's legs and stroking her clit skillfully with a finger. Her hips twitched at just this small touch and she sucked in a breath, trembling in arousal as she watched Brittany touch her, making tight, fast circles. She was about to try to be chivalrous and tell the blonde that she didn't have to do this if she was tired but the heat flared low in her stomach again and she felt herself dripping with need, realizing how desperate she was for Brittany's touch at this point.
"Britt, I… I need…"
"Shh, I know."
Brittany seemed to realize exactly how she felt, a sultry chuckle leaving her throat as she felt how incredibly wet Santana was and heard how she moaned when she easily slipped two fingers into her slowly. Santana practically shivered with need, burying her face into her pale neck as Brittany stroked her swollen, sensitive walls.
Brittany was just as amazing at this as she was at kissing and dancing, which meant she was phenomenal. Santana rocked herself against lithe fingers fast, chasing her own orgasm and barely conscious of the sounds leaving her own throat. She could already feel the little tiny sparks of pleasure creeping up her spine and her toes began to curl as she pushed harder against Brittany, her teeth clamping down against the space in between the blonde's shoulder and neck hard when she quickly found and rubbed that one spot inside of her that made her mind go wonderfully blank at the absolute pleasure.
Brittany encouraged her to roll onto her back and Santana's abs twitched, sighing at the feeling of fingers sliding into her. Santana preferred to go fast and be in control but Brittany encouraged her to lay back and let her set the pace, which wasn't easy for Santana to do as she felt so raw and vulnerable, exposed to her lover like this. She knew it would feel so much better if she relaxed into it and allowed Brittany to have her way with her.
The blonde loved to tease her until she was practically going insane and ready to combust with want at the slow drag of her fingers and light, secretive touches. She couldn't stop staring at the fullness of pale breasts in front of her, trailing her hands up Brittany's tummy and cupping them as she relished the feeling of her womanly body sliding against hers. Brittany flipped her long, golden hair back in a way that Santana found incredibly sexy, but didn't stop what she was doing, continuing to touch her so perfectly.
"Oh, Brittany."
Santana sighed, unable to stop herself from moaning when she finally allowed herself to fully give in to the pleasure. Although she wanted this to last longer, she knew it wouldn't take much more as she focused on the way Brittany was stroking her. She was so wound up, her lips parting and wasn't expecting it when she felt herself coming against Brittany's hand hard. She groaned as she finally felt all of the tension in her body loosen and melt away.
Santana panted heavily, clutching the sheets as she came down from the high and she felt Brittany's lips curve up into a smile against her own, gently withdrawing her fingers as Santana sucked in a breath. The blonde kissed her cheek, helping her relax with soft, soothing touches on the sensitive skin of her abs and lower back.
Santana's heated gaze trailed over Brittany's bare body as they stretched out languidly against each other, rolling onto their sides. She could feel that familiar heat burning low again. There was something else she desperately wanted - needed - to do with Brittany again and she couldn't wait to try it, a spark of desire running through her as she took in Brittany's pretty, swollen lips and flushed cheeks.
Santana's hands slipped from her waist down her ass, encouraging Brittany to sit on the edge of the bed and spread her legs for her. Brittany eagerly did so, her eyes lighting up. Having Santana do this was one of her favourite things the woman had done for her in the past and the she seemed to remember that, judging by the playful glint in her black eyes and that smug smirk on her lips as she caught Brittany's gaze, taking in the way the blonde immediately opened her legs and canted her hips toward her. There was something about having Santana on her knees, worshipping her for as long as she wanted until Brittany couldn't take anymore and looking at her with those heated onyx eyes that always made her feel so wanted.
Santana started by curling her hands around the girl's hips, squeezing fleshy, pale thighs and kissing the insides of them, then reaching behind to knead her perky ass as Brittany squirmed and whined. She paused to suck on that sensitive freckle beside Brittany's belly button and trailed open-mouthed kisses over her abs, then her thick, curvy thighs that had always turned Santana on so much.
She took the time to completely worship Brittany, pausing to kiss her sensitive little nub and every part of prettily flushed, pink skin. Everything about the blonde was so pleasing to her but this area was so pretty, Santana would never get over her fascination with it. Brittany was just as sweet and soft and heavenly as she remembered.
Her hands gripped tightly into Santana's black hair as the woman kissed and sucked, then slipped her tongue inside when it seemed like her girlfriend could take no more, as Brittany keened. Brittany kept rocking her ass up and whining for more and Santana felt like she was about to overheat at how sexy everything about this was, enjoying every second of it. She didn't stop what she was doing until Brittany had come twice with her thighs tightening hard around her head and back arching, the sound of her wailing moans infused in Santana's spine.
Brittany's body felt light and boneless as she finally fell back against the bed, practically sobbing in pleasure as she curled into herself, catching her breath. Both of them were lost in a haze of pleasure as Santana came up behind her to manhandle her so that Brittany's back was pressed against her chest. She spooned her, trailing soft, sweet kisses over her back and shoulders up to her elegant neck as she stroked her sexy legs and abs soothingly.
She pulled her close to keep her warm and nuzzled Brittany's neck lovingly as she wrapped her up in her warm embrace, pressing her flush against her thighs. Brittany's hand came down to stroke Santana's arm lovingly as she caught her breath, leaning back into her frame. They were both somewhat exhausted but had never felt more blissful and relaxed.
"Wow. That was just…"
"Incredible." Santana finished the thought for her with a smirk, brushing her fair hair back from her flushed face. Brittany was clearly still in a daze, which made her lover feel even more smug. There was nothing better than seeing a completely debauched, loved up Brittany.
"Was it just like…" Brittany looked away a little shyly, as if she felt ashamed of asking the question and Santana kissed her cheek reassuringly.
"Like it was before?" The blonde nodded, still hiding her face. "Even better, if that's even possible."
Brittany beamed at her, allowing Santana to pull her into a soft, lazy kiss before gently pushing her hand against the woman's chest.
"I should take a shower and put something on. I still don't know how to read a clock but I think it's nearly eleven."
"Do you really have to?" Santana whined and pouted, pouting at the thought of having to stop cuddling and feeling up her skin. "Britt-Britt, don't go yet."
Brittany leaned up, turning to kiss her pout as she rolled her eyes at the look on her lover's face.
"I think I kinda still have sand on my boobs from yesterday."
"So what? I can get it off for you… and get you off too."
Brittany smirked at the dopey smile on Santana's face.
"I think you just want to keep me locked away like this naked in bed with you all day. Actually that would be kind of hot… being locked up in your sex dungeon."
"Maybe so. Sounds like a great plan," Santana chuckled as Brittany shook her head fondly, giggling as Santana pushed her hips up against her ass suggestively, leaving lingering kisses against her neck. "Perfect vacation plan for me."
"It's so good to be in your arms again like this," Brittany admitted in a softer, more serious voice, flipping around to face her and cupping her cheek as she gazed into her darker eyes. "I love you. I love everything about you so much, it just makes me feel happier than I ever have, to be able to tell you that.
Santana felt her heart speed up, her eyes wide at Brittany's admission.
"I- I feel the same, Britt. I was such a fool to run away from you for so long. I love you so much, I can't even put it into words… you just make everything right. My life just never felt… complete without you in it but now I'm so happy, every day."
"You make me so happy too…"
They were interrupted by the sound of someone knocking loudly against the door to the hotel room and the familiar series of robotic meows from Brittany's pink phone that notified her of new texts.
"Oh, it's Mom," Brittany explained, realizing it right away without even looking at her phone. Sure enough they both smiled when they heard the muffled sound of Whitney bickering playfully with her husband. She had always had a sixth sense when it came to her mother. "She brought our baby back. I miss him."
"I miss him too. He'll be fine, Britt. Whoa, oops… this room is… wow." Santana surveyed the state of their room and their bodies, becoming flustered as she struggled to get a towel wrapped around herself and run a hand through her hair as she rushed into the bathroom and let the water wash over her hands.
It would be abundantly obvious to anyone that they'd had a night of hardcore sex and it would be difficult to hide it at this point with the way both of them looked and the state of the bedroom, especially the damp sheets. Their bed looked like a hurricane had been through it. Her gaze landed on the strap on thrown in the corner of the room that she had used on the blonde the night before and she realized she'd have to do some damage control fast if she wanted to avoid a mortifying situation with Brittany's parents.
She noticed how Brittany was still lost in a daze, completely naked on the bed and gently pulled a sheet over her shivering form. They both literally smelled of sex, had scratch marks and bruises all over them and any makeup they'd been wearing was practically running down their faces as they hadn't cared about anything else other than each other.
"It's okay, Babe. You just relax and take your time, I'll go see to them, Britt."
"You're such a sweetheart," Brittany leaned up to peck her on the lips in gratitude, eventually allowing Santana to take over when she reassured her she could. "I'll be out in a second… just as soon as I figure out what planet I'm on and my voice comes back. You're so good… I'm like… sore."
Santana glowed at this praise. She felt her face heat up at Brittany's last admission but tried to compose herself enough to at least look semi-decent in front of her girlfriend's parents. Her own muscles were aching but it was nothing compared to Brittany who shifted uncomfortably, wincing as she tried to sit up in a kneeling position and rubbing her hand to her neck to inspect it. Her blonde waves were completely messy and tousled.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, you definitely didn't. I feel so sore… but really good sore."
Santana smirked, walking with a spring in her step as she finally got out of their bedroom, making sure to close the door behind her.
Whitney's eyebrows jumped to her hairline when she saw Santana appear in just a towel in her rush to get to the door, blushing as she tried to cover the marks on her neck and shoulder. The blonde woman covered her mouth with her hand, snickering as Santana avoided her eyes, moving around the room awkwardly as she tried to make it look less obvious that she and Brittany had just had wild sex.
"H-hi there, Mr. and Mrs. Pierce!" Even though she tried to clear her throat to disguise it, everyone could hear how raspy and raw her voice sounded, as if she had been screaming for hours and when she caught sight of herself in the glass pane by the patio area, she noticed the dark circles around her eyes.
"Ooo, look at you, Hottie. Someone had a wild night… Did you and Brittany have a good time?"
Santana groaned, ensuring the towel was wrapped around her tightly.
"Mami!" Valentino immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and squished his face against her.
"Hi, Sweetheart." Santana's face softened as she held him. She felt that same overwhelming, warm and comforting feeling that ran from her head to her toes that she felt when she was around Brittany as soon as she saw his familiar sweet, soft face and happy brown eyes that were identical to hers. She was relieved to see that the shark tooth bracelet was nowhere to be found.
"How come you're not wearing your clothes? Where's Mommy?"
"Mommy - she's a little tired and worn out. She's resting in bed. Give her a chance to get ready, V, she'll be out soon." Santana gulped nervously, trying to make herself sound normal.
"Oh I bet she's worn out, Tiger. Yowza!" Whitney wolf whistled and then noticed her grandson clinging to Santana and lowered her voice. "Oh, I'm sorry. Not in front of your little one."
"Do what in front of me?" He demanded.
The adults just stared at each other and didn't answer him, causing him to pout. Valentino was watching them with a curious, confused expression. He had no idea what they were talking about but his moms were acting weird again. Grandma was being pretty weird too, even more than normal, which was saying a lot because she was even weirder than his mom.
Santana groaned inwardly, grimacing as she felt really awkward at the thought of discussing her sex life with her girlfriend in front of said girlfriend's parents. As much as she liked Whitney, there were some topics that she wanted to stray far away from with the woman.
Judging by Whitney's expression, she seemed to know exactly what had happened, which made it even more embarrassing. There was no real way to politely tell your girlfriend's parents that you had just rawed their little girl and she could barely move. Santana didn't mind announcing that fact to the rest of the world, however.
"She's um… she had too much to drink at the bar last night, you know how it is." Santana hastily tried to make up an excuse as Whitney arched a skeptical eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, sure. Did you two get mauled by a savage animal on the way over from the pool too?" She lowered her voice, walking over to get settled on their couch. "Nice love bites by the way, Little Lopez."
Whitney looked up at her knowingly and winked, hugging Valentino again when he leaned against her and ruffling his soft, dark curls. Santana's lips twisted as she shifted uncomfortably and kind of wanted to evaporate, inwardly screaming.
"Um, sorry, Mrs. Pierce - let me just go put something on. Can I get you guys anything to drink?"
"Nice house you got here. When did you buy the place, Santana?" Pierce asked, inspecting every inch of the furniture in the living and dining room areas as if he had never seen any before in his life.
"She didn't buy it, for the millionth time. It's a hotel room!" Whitney whisper-yelled fiercely as Santana and Valentino giggled.
Santana excused herself to change into some better clothes, after putting in an order for room service for the family. Brittany came into the room ten minutes later, showered and fully dressed in shorts and a tank top but still sounding hoarse and looking exactly like a woman who had been ravished within an inch of her life. Santana felt the heat rise up her neck at the way Brittany was moving slowly, practically limping around and trying to use her long hair to hide a very obvious hickey on her neck.
She was grateful for the interruption, however. As much as she liked her girlfriend's parents, she wasn't sure if she could handle anymore of their wackiness and Valentino's hyper side on her own without having a buffer.
"Look who's here! Our little girl!" Pierce happily hugged Brittany, luckily not seeming to notice the state she was in. Thank fucking God for Pierce living on a different planet, Santana thought to herself.
"Kitten! Did you have a good time at Grandma's?"
"Mommy!" Valentino ran to her and Brittany picked him up immediately, kissing his cheek and all over his face. She gave him a bone crushing hug and he clung to her even after she set him down, tugging at her shirt to get her attention as he told her all about his night with his grandparents as Brittany listened closely while he followed her everywhere she went like her little shadow. Santana noticed the way the blonde winced a little at the force of the hug, every part of her body still tender but she tried not to show that to their son. "I missed you, Mommy! It was so fun! I went to bed after eleven and - and we had Hawaiian pizza and grandma let me watch cartoons!"
"I missed you too! Sounds like you had a blast, Sweetie. Ooo Santana, you got us a feast." Brittany's eyes lit up when she saw all of the plates of food set out on the table for them, taking a sip of the dark-haired woman's coffee as she always did but wincing slightly at the bitterness. She could never understand why Santana had an aversion to milk and sugar in her coffee but it was cute how stubborn she was about it and the way she practically choked when Brittany asked her to try her own super sweet drinks.
"That's right. She's so generous," Whitney smirked slyly and passed a plate to Pierce as she began to dig into her own. "As I'm sure you're already aware, Honeybunch. Look at you with that love bite too. You two are so cute, like two little lovesick teenagers."
"What's a love bite?" Valentino piped up, not understanding why his moms looked at each other in silence and Mami looked like she was going to faint.
"You'll find out when you're a little older, Sweetie." The middle aged blonde explained.
"Mom!" Brittany whined, embarrassed as she covered her face with her hands and Santana flinched beside her. "Can we not?"
"Okay, fine, fine. We know you lovers need your space. We'll meet you down at the beach with your friends later on after breakfast, how about that?"
"Great! Sounds like a plan." Santana nodded. She plopped herself down into a chair and pulled Brittany into her lap when the blonde walked by. Brittany looked at her in confusion for a moment, not accustomed to Santana being so open about their relationship in front of anyone, far less the blonde's parents but Santana just shrugged, knowing she had a big stupid smile on her face.
Brittany eventually relaxed, leaning against her when she saw that her parents weren't making a big deal about them as the family casually had breakfast together.
Santana was in such a good mood that she realized she didn't really care too much what anyone thought of them. Brittany giggled happily when Valentino came to sit on her lap as well and Santana wrapped her arms around the two of them, pulling them close. She realized this was exactly how she wanted things to be - just her, Brittany, and their family.
"I'm sorry my parents ambushed you." Brittany whispered into her ear, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she bounced Valentino on her lap. Santana shook her head, gazing up at her with fond, dark eyes.
"I mean yeah, it was little embarrassing but I love them too, Britt. It's fine."
"You do?"
Santana nodded and felt butterflies in her stomach at the way Brittany's face softened as she said that, a genuine smile on her lips as she seemed so relieved.
"I love the beach, Mami!" Valentino announced several days later while Santana was helping him build a massive, elaborate sandcastle. Whitney and Pierce lounged on deckchairs nearby, sipping drinks as they watched them. It was a peaceful day for the family but now that Brittany was capable of walking… Santana smirked at the thought and they both looked presentable enough to be wearing bikinis, they could do more G-rated activities in public, without having to worry about some old uptight geezers fainting when they saw them.
Surf Bitch was nowhere to be found ever since Santana barked at her and that was for the best, the Latina thought as she was a second away from tossing that woman into the nearest volcano if she ever saw her around again.
Santana was not at all interested in getting sand under her nails again and shoving her hands into the slushy wet stuff but Brittany and Valentino seemed to be having so much fun with it that she couldn't help but want to join in as her girlfriend decorated everything with pink and white shells meticulously.
She had taken him for his first surf lesson earlier and she was proud of him for already getting it quite well although she herself had wiped out so many times, causing her to huff in frustration and angrily yell at the instructor before declaring that surfing was useless to her. Brittany of course, with her agility was able to balance perfectly and was a completely natural surfer.
Santana had watched proudly laying afloat on her board nearby as Brittany rode a fairly large wave, standing up and tugging their son onto her board to share it with her as he squealed happily. Santana watched in awe as the two of them surfed together so naturally. There was something incredibly sexy about Brittany surfing and she couldn't wait to tell her that later, when they were alone without little ears around.
"You know what, me too. I can tell you do, Buddy," Santana laughed, cringing slightly when he jumped on her and rubbed wet sand down her back. "So much for the boy who was scared of even stepping foot in the place. Whoa, okay, wet sand is - nope. Hey, don't do that."
"Sweetie, you know Mami doesn't like getting dirty," Brittany told him gently, playfully poking him in the stomach, a glint in her eye as she smirked at Santana. "At least not that kind of dirty."
Santana tried to stay far away as Brittany and their son shoveled and smashed handfuls of wet sand on each other playfully, drawing the line at getting that in her hair but eventually laughed as the two of them got her, rubbing it on her stomach as she pretended to be defeated.
"I think you need some more sunblock, Cupcake. You don't want to get burned," Brittany announced when they went into the water to wash themselves off and she held him up, noticing the slight redness on his face. "Lucky for you, you'll never get burned as easily as I do."
"You really caught some sun, V. You're getting blond streaks in your hair and freckles." Santana told him and he was really impressed with that.
"Really?! I have blond hair like Mommy!"
"I guess you do now," Santana laughed at the way he was so enthusiastic about this. She thought about some of the blistering sunburns Brittany had in the past and bit her lip, pulling him close to her protectively. "Let's go put some sunscreen on you."
"No! I don't want to!" He whined, not liking the idea of having to stop playing in the water and hating the feeling of the sticky cream on his skin. "I don't need it! I won't burn!"
"Okay, well don't cry when you end up being a mini lobster again." Santana grumbled. She thought about how they were up the whole night recently with a very burned and wailing six year-old who Brittany had to hum to as she applied cool gel to his skin until he eventually fell asleep in the blonde's arms, much to his parents' relief. Santana had felt so helpless watching him and not knowing how to make him feel better. Luckily, her girlfriend knew what to do.
"I don't want to be a lobster!"
Santana groaned, shaking her head in exasperation and Brittany whispered calmly to Valentino until he eventually relented with a grin, taking her hand when she offered it to him and allowing her to lead him back to the beach without another word of fuss. Santana was amazed as he allowed his mommy to cover him in the stuff without any further argument, patting his cheeks gently when she was done and kissing his head.
"I don't know how you do that."
"I'm an expert in Lopezes, I guess you could say," Brittany shrugged with a playful smirk. "And we have to get him ice cream later…"
"You know he's a little spoiled."
"You know you love spoiling our baby." Brittany whispered against her ear, trailing her fingertips down her arm and Santana hummed in agreement, unable to stop herself from smirking as she knew the blonde was right.
Brittany leaned against her shoulder as they watched Valentino run around in the sand happily, talking about their planned trip up to the volcano the next day. Santana pulled her closer, wishing this trip would never end.