Author's Note: Well, hello. Hi there ^^ I know it's been a long time. If you have been following me and my stories on IG, you already know why. If not, well, after my personal update (last chapter) I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I have good news, though. I'm still on the fight against it, but I'm on the last push, my battle is won. I've been going through chemo during the last 6 months and underwent surgery recently. Every test has come back clean, what I have to do now is just protocol and finally the end is near. As a celebration, my writing has started to flow again. Even I have had the time during this months, I have been so stressed about my health that it has occupied every single minute of my days. Anyway, it's great to see you again. Updates to my other stories, and new ones will follow suit, just give me some time to get a grip of everything again. Lots of love.
Brittany is the first one to wake up. It still seems to be dark outside but she slowly opens her eyes, and the image she finds makes her smile softly. She's lying face up on the couch, while Santana is curled up against her right side, and Alonso is sideways over both of their thighs, while his little hands are holding both Santana's and Brittany's. It's very cute, and domestic, and something Brittany could see every single morning for the rest of her life and it wouldn't get old.
With a sigh she moves as slowly and quietly as she can to get up from the couch. She needs to talk to Santana, and she needs to talk to her soon.
Oh, great, look: Santana is awake too.
"Good morning..." mumbles a sleepy Latina as she tries to stretch her whole body only to find herself restricted by her son's body all over her.
With an ease that feels like it's been happening for way longer than it has, Brittany walks back to the couch and picks Alonso up gently enough not to wake him up, and walks him back to his room. She tucks him in his bed again and once she's sure he's fast asleep and not waking up anytime soon, she walks back to the living room, finding Santana just getting up from the sofa. She's only wearing a baggy t-shirt and black panties, and her hair is ruffled from the sleep, her face a little puffy still and her uncovered skin full of goosebumps from the change of temperature. Damn, she looks hot.
Brittany can't control herself as she moves towards Santana like a wild cat hunting. She wraps her arms around Santana's hips quite possessively, and next thing they now, is that the blonde's tongue is halfway down Santana's throat, a ragged moan leaving her lips as she presses her body involuntarily against Brittany's.
Britt breaks the moment as fast as she started it though, pulling back with an awkward cough, running her fingers through her own hair.
"Well, now I'm wide awake". Says Santana, trying to get close to Brittany again, but the blonde is not having it.
"Santana, we need to talk." She mutters as she walks towards the kitchen area and throws herself onto one of the stools.
Santana follows suit, and just like it was a well rehearsed choreography, she ends up standing between Brittany's legs, with her arms curling around the blonde's neck.
"Can't we talk later?" She asks softly, almost whispering with that smoky voice that sounds like rough sex. Brittany almost forgets what she wanted to talk about. Damn, she almost forgets she wanted to talk at all.
"No, we can't." She quickly says, pushing Santana away a little. The smell of her skin is quite distracting. "Santana, what are we doing?".
"I was about to fuck your brains out, but you keep interrupting me." Santana replies with that velvety sound that makes Brittany go wild.
"Aha..." The blonde mutters, almost caving yet again. Santana can be very persuasive. "Yeah, no. I don't mean that. I mean, in general. What are we doing? Where is this going? What are we going to do when we have to go back to our real lives?" She stammers.
And with that the mood is gone. Sighing, Santana retrieves herself from Brittany's arms and moves to busy herself with the coffee machine.
"Look, Britt. I have no idea, okay? I don't know how to answer that." She says, clearing her throat as she turns around towards Brittany and leans back against the counter.
"Okay, then I will." Brittany says with a shrug. "You know, don't ask me why, or how, but I care more about you and Alonso than I have cared for anyone other than my family in a very long time. I want to be with you, but I don't see how that is going to be possible." She adds and looks down sadly.
"Yeah, I know. I'm not oblivious, Britt, I have been thinking about it too. And I have been talking to Sonso. He loves you, I lo-...well, I just don't think I could do a long distance thing. Even now my body is yearning for you, so much that it hurts, and you are just a couple steps away. I can't imagine how it would feel to know that you are on the whole other side of the fucking country...". As Santana rants, the coffee machine beeps and mindlessly the brunette serves two cups, one for each woman.
"I could move to Oregon, you know." Brittany says, but it sounds very much not convincing.
"No, you can't. Your mother is sick. And I can't leave my life either."
As the silence takes over them, both take a couple of seconds to just sip their coffees and look at each other. The way their eyes connect is electric. They can feel the tension building up again and it's just as amazing as it is terrifying.
"I have an idea, kind of a proposition?" Santana stammers with a bit of doubt in her voice.
"Proposition? Are you going to pop a ring out of the blue? I don't know if I'm ready for that." Brittany says jokingly with a nervous laugh, but as Santana doesn't follow, she cuts the laugh short and raises an eyebrow expectantly.
"What? No. Not a proposal you goofball." Santana replies, this time laughing a little too. "I was thinking... I'll make you a promise. I promise that a year from now, I will be back here, same place, and I hope you'll come too." She says, blushing slightly. "Meanwhile, we could very casually try this long distance stuff, we can call, we can text, we can have very hot, very steamy phone sex..." she mumbles as she struts sensually towards Brittany.
"A year from now?" Brittany whispers as Santana gets closer, and the brunette nods slowly. "Okay, that sounds like a plan then."
"Meanwhile...let's just enjoy the moment..." Santana adds right before kissing Brittany fiercely, pressing her body hotly against Brittany's, making her wrap her legs around her own waist.
Brittany, on the other hand, brings her fingers up to curl them into Santana's hair, pulling sensually from it as she takes control over the kiss and wraps her legs around Santana tighter, pushing her closer with the back of her heels.
As they let their hands wander over each other bodies, and are starting to remove the other's shirts, the slam of a door takes them back to reality. They try to move apart from one another and fake some normality, but apparently Sonso is faster than Flash, so in the blink of an eye he is next to them, finding them in quite a compromising position. He doesn't think anything of it, but he knows something is wrong when he notices how uncomfortable both women seem.
"What are you doing?" he asks, frowning slightly.
That makes both women go into motion again and finally Santana is able to manoeuvre herself out of Brittany's grip, who on the other hand, busies herself with her almost cold coffee.
Santana ignores the boy's question and starts asking how he slept, and starts making him breakfast, as Brittany just quietly sits there, her eyes lost somewhere near the sink. Without her noticing, Santana is behind her, pressing her breasts against her back and leaning over to whisper in her ear.
"Meet me at the spa this evening. I'll sign up Sonso for some activity or something. I need you. I swear I can only think about taking you over the counter..." she mumbles hotly, and just as fast she's gone. Like gone. From the entire room.
And Brittany is left there, hot, bothered and quite flabbergasted.