"Britt, what happened?" Brittany heard Santana's groggy voice from the other side of the bed, muffled from the pillow she had her face pressed into.
The tall blonde all but dashed out of bed, covering her mouth, and stumbled over to her adjoining bathroom. She was bent over a toilet when Santana eventually crept up behind her, making sympathetic noises and pulling her long, wavy hair back for her with one hand as she stroked her back with the other.
Brittany was practically in tears when most of her nauseous spell was over and she had washed her face. She couldn't believe she had thrown up three times, until there was nothing left in her stomach and she felt miserable as she dry heaved. She brushed her teeth as she knew that getting the nasty taste of bile out of her mouth would make her feel a little better.
Santana kept her arm around her shoulders as she guided her back to bed. She leaned into her neck, whimpering and keeping her eyes closed tightly as she tried to keep her breaths deep and steady. Feeling Santana's steady heartbeat against her chest and inhaling her familiar scent was soothing as she sniffled.
"I still feel really bad. I don't know why I still feel so sick all the time even now."
"Aw, your face is all pale and clammy. I know, I really hoped it would be over by now," Santana mumbled softly, feeling so bad for her and Brittany could hear the concern in her voice. "Don't worry, Sweetheart. Take it easy. You just lay down here. Sleep will help with the nausea."
"But I have to get up for school." She groaned into Santana's shoulder after glancing at her clock, feeling like everything was spinning around her.
"Just stay home today. You're feeling so sick, Britt. You haven't even taken a day off this whole semester. I'm sure Mr. Schue would understand and your mom can explain everything to him."
"You're right. I just feel guilty."
"Why do you feel guilty? You can't go to school like this. Just rest your head on me and try to sleep a little, Babe."
Brittany didn't have the strength to argue, enjoying the feeling of her girlfriend's arms around her as she began to fall back to sleep with her head tucked into the crook of Santana's neck. At some point later on, Santana carefully slipped out from under her, stroking her face apologetically and saying something quietly about going to make her tea.
She closed the curtains for Brittany to make sure there was no light coming in. She even thought to pick up Lord Tubbington, placing him right beside Brittany to keep her company and the cat happily curled up beside her. It was as if he knew she was sick like he always did because he just butted her gently with his head and stayed close, cuddling with her.
Brittany had never been so grateful for the cat's company as he purred beside her, or for having such a considerate girlfriend. Santana returned about fifteen minutes later.
"Britt? How are you feeling?"
"Mm, better. What's that?"
"I just brought you some ginger tea and chocolate chip cookies. I'll set this down over here for when you're ready." Santana still kept her voice low and Brittany was beyond grateful for it.
"You're the best. I'm so lucky to have you," Then Brittany thought of something else, "Wait a minute, it's late - what about your job? I don't want you to get in trouble."
"I called in sick," Santana shrugged, "You're way more important to me than that fucking waste of time job. I need to take care of you."
Brittany wrapped her arms around her neck, pulling her into a soft kiss to convey the affection she felt toward her lover. Santana always seemed to know exactly what she needed. Even though she didn't want Santana to have to miss a day of work because of her, she did feel incredibly weak and sick. She needed Santana so badly.
"I don't want you to go anywhere," Brittany sniffled, feeling a flood of tears coming on and melting down at the sight of her girlfriend's face. She didn't know why she felt so emotional but it was like all her hormones were hitting her at once. "Please, don't leave me ever again."
"I'm not going anywhere, Babe. Like I said, I'm gonna take a sick day and be with you. You're crying? Don't cry. I'm here with you."
"I know. I'm sorry, I can't help it." Brittany all but sobbed into a dumbstruck Santana's neck.
Santana didn't know how best to comfort her so she just held her gently and tried to whisper sweet things until Brittany calmed down eventually. She figured that Brittany was probably going to have a lot more moody outbursts as her pregnancy wore on but she was never quite prepared for them.
It felt so good to have Santana curled up protectively behind her as she spooned her. Brittany was soothed by the warmth of Santana's skin and her even steady breaths as she managed to fall back to sleep with Santana's arms around her, waking up a few minutes later to attempt to drink some hot tea.
As the day wore on and she slept so much, Brittany started feeling much better but she was grateful to have the time to bond with Santana anyway instead of her being stuck at school while the darker-haired girl was miles away.
Sometimes she just hated being physically away from Santana at all these days. She just wished sometimes that the two of them could hide away from everyone else with just them, their baby, and Lord Tubbington.
Santana had been completely right when she suggested that having a hot shower would make her feel like a new person. Plus, she wanted to freshen up and make herself look good for her girlfriend instead of being the mess she was sure she looked like that morning.
When Brittany came back from her shower, she didn't bother to change into clothes and just kept her fluffy towel barely wrapped around her loosely. She saw the way Santana's dark eyes lit up, barely concealing her lust when she noticed how Brittany's towel was placed.
She had combed out her hair after washing it, so it fell in gentle, beachy waves and she put on light makeup. She knew how much Santana loved her long, blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She shaved and made sure her legs were perfectly smooth and soft to the touch, knowing how much her girlfriend was so into that as well.
The blonde felt an answering jolt between her legs as her girlfriend watched her with hungry eyes, all of a sudden aware of a familiar ache between her legs. She suddenly remembered that they hadn't been intimate for a few days that felt like forever and felt herself grow wetter when she so much as thought about her girlfriend being alone in the bedroom with her, appraising Brittany's body with those heated dark eyes.
Brittany could get lost in the abyss of those eyes.
"Looks like you're feeling a lot better." The sides of Santana's lips curved upward. She could see how the healthy colour had returned to Brittany's face and her girlfriend was far more energetic as she moved around.
"You could say that. All thanks to your help."
"I'm glad. Come here," Santana purred, pulling her down into the bed and rolling on top of her. She captured Brittany's lips with hers forcefully. "You smell so nice, Britt. I love your hair like this. Is that my favourite perfume?"
"Mm, I'm glad you like it."
The kiss was becoming steamier by the second as they exchanged whimpers and moans. Brittany kept pulling at the back of Santana's shirt until the darker-haired girl eventually pulled back reluctantly to pull it off. She glanced at Brittany's bedroom door, making sure it was locked.
"Britt," Santana had this smug little grin on her face and Brittany realized why. She had subconsciously parted her legs to make room for Santana's body and the brunette could smell her arousal. She moved down her body, slipping her hand below and around Brittany's thigh and lifted it, gazing intensely at what was revealed. "You're just so wet. I haven't even touched you yet."
Brittany didn't give her much of a chance to inspect that part of her much longer, instead whining in the back of her throat and grabbing the back of Santana's head as she urged her to come back up and kiss her.
Santana wasted no time, nipping the girl's lower lip until she parted her lips for her and slipping her tongue inside. She could never get enough of Brittany's taste and she felt lust burning low, a heavy feeling in her groin as her need grew.
"Mm, I need you so much right now." Brittany hummed against Santana's full lips, running her hands over her shoulders and back as she enjoyed the feel of her firm yet smooth body.
The blonde had always loved touching Santana like that. Santana had noticed that her lover's arms would always go around her shoulders and neck when they kissed. She also loved having Santana's warm, silky skin against hers as she got her black bra off and Santana all but ripped the towel the rest of the way off of her, tossing it beside the bed. She was a little confused at how Brittany had gone from so weepy and sick that morning to practically jumping her right there but there was no way she was going to argue.
Santana was panting just as heavily as Brittany was, her heart racing when she saw the deep blazing ocean blue of Brittany's eyes and knew what it meant but she was still a little cautious. She murmured against her lips warningly as she could tell the direction this was going in but she really didn't want to have to stop.
"Britt, are you sure? Your parents… and are you sure you're okay to be doing this?"
"I'm totally fine. They're not coming home until late tonight and Stacy's going to her best friend's house after school, so we don't need to pick her up either."
"I guess I've got plenty of time to have my way with you, then." Santana rasped against her ear. The blonde's libido was even stronger than normal these days, which was saying something.
Their lips continued to move together heatedly until Brittany took her by surprise by pushing Santana on her back and getting on top of her, straddling her waist.
Santana instantly noticed the worked up state Brittany was in. She was so beautifully flushed with arousal from her chest up to the tips of her ears. Santana loved the pink flush to her skin whenever she got Brittany in this state. That flush, along with the sight of her glistening between her legs, her heaving chest and hardened nipples were sure signs that the blonde was beyond aroused and ready for her, even with not much foreplay.
Her inner thighs were soaked and she had got Santana's abs all wet as well as she moved further down her body. The brunette sucked in a breath because it was one of the hottest things she had ever witnessed. Santana grabbed her by the hips, encouraging her to grind down against her flexing abs. She would be happy to have that wetness all over her if she could.
Brittany began to whimper and grunt as she rubbed her core against Santana's skin, encouraged by Santana's hands cupping her ass and squeezing the fleshy area firmly as she guided her into the movements.
"Think you could come like this?"
Brittany gave a high-pitched whimper of her name in response as she heard her girlfriend rasp those words out and Santana grabbed her ass more forcefully. She gave it a light smack with a flat palm, knowing how Brittany liked it and encouraged her to press herself down against her bare skin harder.
She moved her hands upward to fondle Brittany's breasts, remembering that they were more sensitive than normal and the blonde sighed, closing her eyes and moaning softly as Santana took her time to explore.
Santana reached down to squeeze Brittany's hips and then palm her girlfriend's perfectly round ass again, just enjoying the feel of it in her hands. She just wanted to kiss, suck, and mark every inch of her girlfriend's freckled, white skin, so she did just that to whatever part of Brittany's skin was within reach of her lips until Brittany was practically melting for her.
She was such a mesmerizing sight above her and Santana took a moment to just drink in the beauty of the girl with her porcelain skin that was freckled so beautifully, her waist so tiny still, her hips perfectly curved and her breasts so perky yet fuller than normal.
Santana was in the middle of worshipping her girlfriend's breasts that were definitely fuller than they ever had been much to her enjoyment, gently sucking her left nipple into her mouth while she caressed the swell of the other breast, when she heard a little moan from Brittany.
She could tell her girlfriend was close, as all the sensations of Santana kissing and stroking all over her body heightened her state of arousal.
"Oh, S-Santana. I'm gonna come."
"Come on me," Santana ordered, her voice husky and low. She knew Brittany was still rubbing her clit against her abs and she hadn't even got her fingers inside of her or touched her between her legs but the blonde was in such a sensitive state that she was already on the edge. "You look so beautiful. I need to see you come."
Brittany kept squirming desperately, her cheeks more flushed than ever. Santana shifted, pushing her thigh up between Brittany's legs as she encouraged her to grind down and that was all it took for her lover to climax with a perfect arch of her back.
Brittany lay in her arms, breathing heavily and still shivering slightly every so often as her orgasm worked through her.
Santana wanted much more and took charge, carefully flipping her girlfriend on to her back as she climbed over her. She shifted into just the right angle so that their cores were pressed together and her eyes practically rolled back into her head. It was probably as close as they could physically be joined with Santana's wet heat sliding against hers.
Although it felt great to be rubbing up against Brittany like this, she needed to be inside of her so badly. She moved off of her slightly, snaking her left hand down between her legs to touch her favourite place in the world. She stopped to stroke the sensitive little nub she found there, hearing Brittany's breath hitch.
Santana shivered when she entered her, that tight, clasping heat around her fingers driving her crazy, as were all the whimpers and moans from her girlfriend.
As if on cue, Brittany began squirming when Santana curled three fingers sharply and stroked in deep, close to that one spot inside of her that always made Brittany cry out desperately.
"S-Santana, I need- "
"I know. I've got you."
She pushed her own core down against the fleshiness of her girlfriend's inner thigh, groaning at the perfect friction. It wasn't going to take much for her to climax but she wanted to get Brittany there first. She kept stroking faster and harder, a little rough just the way Brittany liked and really put her back into it as she panted harder into her shoulder.
Brittany all but wailed as she came around her fingers. Santana groaned as she felt her hot walls clench around her more tightly than they had all night. She didn't stop even then, encouraging Brittany to lay on her side as she got behind her, continuing to stroke her fingers inside of her deep.
She urged Brittany to lay back in her arms and push her ass back against her core as she kept up her movements, not slowing down even though she felt her muscles cramping a little and droplets of sweat sliding down her face.
Since she was already so sensitive from her first orgasm, Brittany was close to falling over that edge again. She loved how rough and almost animalistic Santana was as she bit down on her shoulder.
Brittany was barely conscious of the lewd sounds that were coming out of her mouth but when Santana pushed in deeper than she thought possible, she saw stars and all of these colours again as she came for her with a high-pitched, breathy moan of her name.
Brittany looked absolutely wrecked in the best way when she was done with her, her lips swollen from kissing, cheeks flushed, and bite marks on her neck. Her eyes were hooded and still that dark, deep blue. It didn't stop her from pulling Santana back in her arms and urging the girl to lay her body on top of her as she sucked her fuller upper lip into her mouth, their tongues meeting when she eventually deepened the kiss.
Santana was content with their heated liplock, though she hadn't expected another perfect makeout session right after what they had just done but what really took her by surprise was the feeling of Brittany's arm moving between their bodies and the pads of her fingers stroking the upper part of Santana's inner thigh, so close to her core. She began to squirm beneath her as it made her conscious of what she needed.
Santana was thinking Brittany would be too tired to reciprocate and hadn't expected anything more but she all but moaned into her mouth when the blonde began to make small circles over her clit with her fingertip.
She hadn't realized how much she needed Brittany's touch like this but she was already becoming aroused beyond belief again, dripping down her thighs and all over the blonde's hand. Brittany chuckled as she continued to tease her so well, while Santana squirmed and whined on top of her, feeling her face grow hot.
When Santana thought she could take the torment no more, those soft, lithe fingers slipped inside of her. Santana sucked in a startled breath, closing her eyes. She pushed her hips down into Brittany's fingers, wanting to move it along faster so she could finally come the way she desperately needed to but Brittany knew what she was doing and made her still her hips.
She curled her fingers so expertly, the way only Brittany knew how to do just right for Santana. Santana felt herself melting and collapsing against her frame, that throbbing pressure increasing until all she could focus on was Brittany and those two teasing fingers of hers.
When Santana fucked Brittany, she had almost always had a fast and rough way of doing it. Brittany had a different, slower and more sensual approach.
"Britt." She choked out, feeling a little embarrassed at how whiny and desperate she sounded, though that tone of voice was nothing her girlfriend hadn't heard before. Brittany had always had a way of working Santana up slowly and methodically until she was practically begging for release. It took everything in Santana not to rush things along and force herself down against Brittany's hand.
She was met with an impish grin as Brittany stilled her fingers again, withdrawing them completely just when Santana thought she would finally come. It was the third time she had almost made her come so far.
Santana felt like she was on fire and she was sure Brittany was going to need to replace the sheets after she had dripped all over them while Brittany drew things out for as long as possible. Santana was a complete mess, she was sure she had never been so wet in her life and that dull ache low in her stomach built up.
Brittany just hummed with a sultry chuckle, kissing the sensitive part where her jaw met her neck and then kissing her lips as Santana squirmed. She really was taking her time and enjoying every second of seeing her girlfriend all worked up. Santana couldn't understand how she could be so patient and work her up so slowly, as if she had all the time in the world to continue doing this. She was such a tease and when she pulled back to watch Santana's face with that little smirk at her lips, Santana could tell she knew exactly what kind of effect she had on her.
Santana could never figure out how Brittany managed to touch her at some perfect angle and crook her fingers in such a way that it felt like an electric shock as pleasure raced up her spine. She also didn't know how Brittany managed to always find that perfect place inside of her but she tapped it once, then twice and on the third time, Santana wailed into her neck, coming apart completely.
Brittany didn't stop until she had come so many times she lost count, finally collapsing, completely spent in Brittany's arms. The blonde stroked her shoulders and lower back lovingly as she shivered and tried to come back down to earth.
They lay quietly in Brittany's bed, Santana pretty much dead to the world in ecstasy and Brittany in a similar state of bliss when they were done.
"That was totally amazing." Brittany hummed against her shoulder, kissing her skin as she traced little hearts into her arm with her fingertip. Santana hummed in agreement.
Maybe reconnecting like this was exactly what they needed. Santana was watching her curiously, a certain sparkle in her eye and Brittany knew she wanted to ask her something but she was too shy to.
"What is it?" Brittany stroked the shell of her ear with her fingertip. "I can just tell you want to ask me something. You know you can ask me anything."
"You know me too well, Britt," Santana chuckled. She didn't exactly know how to phrase her question in a way that didn't make her sound crazy but she knew Brittany would never judge her. "So, well, that summer night when we… made our baby. Was it different and extra special for you too or was it just me? Even more extra special than normal I mean?"
"Oh. You mean when all the colours seemed all perfect and vibrant? When you touched me, it felt even better than normal. It was like fireworks but way more intense even."
Santana couldn't help but laugh as she felt such joy and relief that Brittany had experienced the same thing.
"It was the same for me. So you really did feel it the same way."
"That's the magic working," Brittany explained and then tilted her head to the side as she thought of something else, "There were so many times when I'd think of you randomly or dream of you and feel my scar itch, or tingle."
"Oh, so that's what that meant. I felt it too. Every time, Britt. This soulmate thing is pretty amazing."
"I think you were always my soulmate, even before all the magic. That spell just made the connection we have even stronger somehow but I just know it was always there."
Santana was touched by her sweet, sincere words, snuggling closer to her lover and pulling the sheets over them.
"You know what, you're so right. I feel the same way."
The two of them dozed off peacefully in Brittany's bedroom, naked under the covers with Santana laying mostly on top of the blonde and only managed to get up, making themselves look more decent when they heard the blonde's parents eventually return home later that night.