The next few days go by with the three of them spending every single moment together. Brittany has even moved into Santana and Alonso's room, which in hindsight has meant no more sexy times for them, but they have been bonding. They have gone to skiing lessons, they have gone to other hotel activities, they have eaten a lot of food, and they have spent amazing nights in watching movies and playing board games. It has felt very domesticated. The dynamic between Santana and Brittany is amazing. It really feels like they have been doing this forever, like they are meant for each other.
The incident of Sonso asking what Brittany is to him was never mentioned again, but Santana must say it's been nagging her a little. Even if the boy wasn't so sure about his answer, she knows Brittany's departure will break his heart. Possibly even more than it will break her own.
And just like that, it's New Year's Eve. Brittany wakes up that morning in Santana's arms and sighs happily. They are both naked and she stays still a couple minutes just enjoying the feel of her warm skin against her own. They might not have been sexual, but they have been intimate. They have explored each other's bodies in so many other ways, and they have learnt they actually enjoy skin on skin contact the most.
She softly nuzzles her nose against Santana's neck, waking the brunette up.
"Good morning, babe..." The blonde purrs in Santana's ear and the brunette moans softly as the blonde's voice tickles all her senses.
Brittany can't help herself and runs a hand intently down Santana's torso. At first, Santana doesn't resist, but suddenly she seems to remember where they are, and who they are with. She grabs Brittany's wrist, bringing it to a halt right as it was past her bellybutton.
"Do not warm up what you are not going to eat..." Santana mumbles still a little sleepily.
"Oh, but I could eat it...I'm really hungry..." Brittany growls nibbling on Santana's earlobe.
"Stop..." Santana mutters, but she doesn't sound very convinced, and her whole body is telling Brittany a different story.
Brittany climbs up Santana's body and manoeuvres herself so Santana opens her legs slightly and she can nestle herself between them, pressing her hips sensually against the brunette's core, making Santana arch her back just the way Brittany likes it.
But, of course, a knock on their door cuts their morning delight short. At least Alonso has learnt to knock on the door before entering, after catching them down and dirty more than a couple times. He might be traumatised for life, Santana thinks, but she really can't resist the blonde.
"Great, now I'm going to be horny the whole day..." Santana mumbles under her breath as Brittany moves off of her and gets off the bed to go take care of Santana's son.
"Save it for tonight. I plan on starting the new year fucking you senseless." Brittany mutters with a soft snicker before she leaves the room.
Soon Santana is in motion too, trying not to think too much about what Brittany said, because she finds herself wanting it way too much for it to be healthy. She might be addicted to Brittany, to Brittany's body, to Brittany's way of touching her on every right spot as if she had been doing it forever. It's better than any drug I've ever tried, she thinks to herself.
After breakfast, they decide to go out and enjoy the beautiful day. They rent snowmobiles and take Sonso for a ride. He loves it. Once they are out in the open, without any danger too close, Santana even lets him try to ride the snowmobile, and even if he only makes it move like a meter before halting, it's his best experience yet. Santana might have just created a motorbike monster.
By the early afternoon they get back to the Lodge, though, to grab something to eat, and then they depart ways to get ready for dinner. The hotel is organising a New Year's Eve big dinner and a party, and them three have decided they will be attending, but they want their outfits to be a surprise. Santana has already booked a nanny for after the party, because she knows she won't be able to spend one more night without enjoying Brittany as they both deserve.
It takes Brittany almost three hours to be completely ready, but when she takes a last glance on her mirror, she knows she looks absolutely dashing. She almost feels like a princess. She is wearing a gold coloured long and tight dress that hugs her figure deliciously, with a slit that reaches all the way up to her right hip. She's also wearing golden stilettos, and she doesn't bother taking a jacket or anything, since she isn't planning on going outside. Her hair is beautifully done, pinned up on one side, and falling freely on the other side of her face; she has curled the tips slightly and the pins have small gems attached to them, shining slightly when the light hits them. Finally, her make up is light and natural, but enhances her blue eyes, making them look cat-like. She finishes her look with a few puffs of her favourite perfume, tucks the key to her room in her bra, and leaves the room.
Santana, on the other hand, has chosen a red dress. She knows red is definitely her colour. The dress is long too, with a boat neck that reaches from one shoulder to another and has a back cleavage that nearly reaches her butt, leaving most of her back naked. She grabs a black silk scarf and wraps it around her shoulders loosely, and puts on her best pair of black Louboutin high heels. She has straightened her hair and has let it flow freely over her shoulders and back, and has gone above and beyond with her make up. It's not too heavy, but she really knows what suits her best. That being smokey eyes and deep red lipstick.
Her son is wearing a black tuxedo with a red bow tie that combines with his mother's dress, and his hair is neatly brushed backwards.
They both look fantastic. Santana can't help but snap a selfie of them before leaving the room, a little nervous about meeting Brittany.
They feel each other before they see themselves, and suddenly it's like a slow motion movie. Both Santana and Brittany are turning around and their eyes meet across the crowd, both of them almost drooling at the sight of the other.
Finally they reach each other and Brittany grabs Santana's hand and kisses the back of it politely, like a true gentleman would do.
"That dress is going to be the death of me..." She mutters close to Santana's ear.
"You look beautiful yourself, my princess." Santana answers snickering, but in reality she is still not over the fact that Brittany's dress has a slit so high she could just slip her fingers through it and make Brittany hers before dinner. Or during dinner.
"Sonso, so handsome!" Brittany praises as she squats down to be at his eye level and corrects his slightly crooked bow tie. "You look like your mama's boy" She adds, looking up at Santana. From this position, the sight is even better.
"Let's get going!" Santana grumbles, hoisting Brittany up by her arm, and once she is back at her level she gets close to her ear. "Before I make a show and fuck you in front of everyone."
Snickering devilishly, Brittany grabs Alonso's hand, and the three of them make their way to the dining hall and find a place to sit.