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Santana stirs quietly against the warm body next to hers. Before she opens her eyes, the smell of Brittany's skin invades her nostrils, and she feels at home. She smells slightly like orange blossoms, and it reminds Santana of the garden of her grandmother's house, where she used to spend days long during her early childhood. The smell of the orange trees blooming and the suave bachata playing on the background are probably her earliest memories. Finding that smell in Brittany after over thirty years feels like touching base after an extremely tight home run.
When she opens her eyes, she realises it's still pitch black outside, but her eyes adjust quickly to the lack of light and she takes a moment to simply watch Brittany. How her hair falls messily over her face, how her lips are slightly parted, how her chest moves up and down as she breathes, and how the duvet has made it's way all the way down to her hips, leaving her upper body nearly naked. She runs her fingers gingerly around Brittany's bellybutton and the wake of goosebumps she leaves wherever she passes stirs her on.
She finds herself suddenly yearning for some more sexy times with the blonde, so she half climbs on top of her, presses her body firmly against Brittany's, and starts kissing and nibbling sensually at her neck and earlobe. When all the reaction she gets is a soft sigh, she moves a little further. She sneakily moves Brittany's bra aside and runs her tongue hotly over her left nipple, that reacts instantly to her touch. But Brittany is still dead to the world.
With a quiet groan, Santana stops trying to wake Brittany up, but for a couple of minutes stays pressed against her, dropping kisses everywhere she reaches. But since she is wide awake now, she decides to get up and make some breakfast.
"I love you." She whispers softly in Britt's ear before she gets up from the bed and leaves the room quietly.
She doesn't see the smile that creeps upon Brittany's lips, who had been awake for a couple of minutes, just silently enjoying Santana's attention.
Brittany decides to stay in bed for a little while, she even kind of dozes of again hugging Santana's pillow, that smells like her and transports Brittany to a perfect fantasy world. Santana smells like a forest after a heavy rain storm. With a slight pinch of cayenne pepper.
When she decides to get up, she throws a long sleeved sweatshirt over herself, and a pair of skiing socks, but nothing else, and she marches out of the room. She finds Santana busy by the kitchen wearing only one of Brittany's huge t-shirts. A white one. It's not exactly see-through, but as Brittany knows what lies underneath the fabric, she almost drools all over the floor.
Santana turns around as she feels Brittany behind her, and gets a little startled as she wasn't expecting to find the blonde just that close, but she gets up on her tiptoes and kisses Brittany softly anyway.
"Good morning, princess." She muses against Brittany's lips.
"Good morning, queen." Brittany replies just as quietly before softly biting on Santana's lower lip. "Smells good, what are you cooking?" She asks, smiling brightly as she moves away from Santana and throws herself onto one of the stools.
"Pancakes..." Santana answers almost unemotionally as her eyes follow Brittany's figure hungrily.
"I love pancakes!" Brittany nearly yells startling Santana, who chuckles at the childish reaction of her companion.
A couple of minutes later, the table is served with coffee, fresh fruit and the pancakes, which Brittany stuffs into her mouth like a child, making her look like a chipmunk, with her cheeks all stuffed up, and Santana can't help but laugh heartily, spilling most of her coffee all over the kitchen.
"You are worse than my son." Santana states still chuckling as she tries to clean the surfaces her coffee stained while not being able to take her eyes off Brittany.
"Speaking of. In what curb did you throw him last night to be able to stay over?" Brittany asks only half jokingly.
"This hotel apparently has nannies." Santana states with a shrug as she plays mindlessly with a stray strand of her long, silky dark hair.
"I was thinking of taking you two today to a place I know." Brittany suddenly says. She wants it to be a surprise. She knows Alonso is going to love it, but she is not so sure about Santana. "It's a bit of a long hike away, though." She adds, and smiles pleadingly.
"How long is this hike?" Santana asks, raising her right eyebrow. Brittany finds that gesture quite sexy, for some reason.
"Couple hours." She says clearing her throat. "Each way." She adds and bites her lower lip. She knows Santana will be able to walk that distance without any problem, she knows first hand that the brunette has an awesome stamina level, but she is worried about young Sonso and his little legs.
"Okay, if we take it easy." Santana says. "I'd need to go get Alonso now, though, if we want to make it back before sunset." She adds and Brittany nods. She wanted to make a joke about taking Santana to the dark side, but decided against it. I'm going soft, she thinks.
Before leaving, they clean everything up, and Brittany walks Santana to the door.
"I'll be back soon." Santana says as she kisses Brittany's cheek sweetly.
"Don't miss me too much." Brittany answers with a wink, and simply watches Santana as she walks down the corridor.
"Hey, Santana!" She yells right before the brunette turns the corner and dissapears from her eyesight.
"Yeah?" Santana asks turning around to look at her.
"I love you, too." Brittany says with a smirk, as Santana visibly blushes and turns the corner without saying anything else.