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Santana pauses a few feet from the entrance of the bathroom, her arms tightening involuntarily around the big towel she has draped over her elbow. While Santana watches, Brittany stretches her arms above her head and sends a few helpless bubbles careening down her slick skin to disappear into the warm water of her bubble bath. Swallowing hard, Santana continues walking into the bathroom, her breath hitching as Brittany's blue eyes sweep over Santana's body.
Mentally high-fiving herself over her choice of loose fitting yoga pants paired with a white undershirt, Santana returns Brittany's perusal and lets her own very interested eyes wander over the smooth fair skin of Brittany's body. The candles placed around the rim of the tub flicker wildly as she moves closer to Brittany, sitting on the edge of the tub. Placing the towel on her lap and leaning down, Santana rests her elbows on the top of her thighs.
"Hi, baby." Santana drops one of her hands into the warm, soapy water and brushes her fingers lightly against the swell of Brittany's breasts, barely visible among the floating armada of bubbles. Turning her hand over, Santana brings her fingertips to glide gently over Brittany's rapidly hardening nipples.
Santana absorbs the little jolt Brittany's body makes as Santana allows her fingertip to graze one nipple, soothing the brief flash of pressure with gentle strokes from her palm.
"Santana, what are you doing?" Brittany's voice is warm and just a little breathless and Santana smiles in reflex as a grin starts to dance along Brittany's cheeks.
"I came in to see if you needed any help drying off." Santana switches her attention to Brittany's other breast and kneads the soft flesh gently, cupping the heavy weight in her hand and chasing the lingering bubbles away with her thumb.
"Mmmm…that's funny." Both of Brittany's hands make their way through the water, one gripping Santana's forearm and the other resting lightly against the hand still stroking the soft skin of her breast. "You seem to be having the opposite effect."
Brittany's soft laugh ends on a slight moan as Santana brushes her palm harder against Brittany's nipple, Santana's breath quickening at the feel of the tight bud pressing against her hand. "Tease."
Brittany's hands drop from Santana's arm with a light splash, resting next to her hips under the water as she pushes herself into a seated position. Santana slides her fingers across Brittany's chest and, holding the back of Brittany's head in her hand, pulls Brittany forward into a soft kiss.
Brittany's lips are warm and pliant and part easily for Santana's tongue as she slowly deepens the kiss. Over and over their tongues slide together…deep, wet slow kisses that test Santana's self-control. Brittany whimpers into the kiss and the sound races through Santana's blood and pumps wildly in her heart.
Ending the kiss with a small bite to Brittany's bottom lip, Santana leans back from Brittany and grabs the towel sitting on her lap. "Come on." Reaching down, she holds onto one of Brittany's hands and gently tugs Brittany to stand before her.
Santana's heart trips and stumbles to catch up with the sight before her. As Brittany stands, the bath bubbles flee the cooling air of the room and free-fall plummet back into the bath water, leaving Santana's view of Brittany's beautiful body unhindered. Unabashed, she stares openly at Brittany and warmth suffices her cheeks as Brittany returns the scrutiny, her eyes intense and loving.
Lingering, Santana's eyes travel the line of Brittany's strong shoulders, her slender frame deceiving even Santana with its strength sometimes. With a smile, Santana continues on, her eyes narrowing as Brittany's full, heavy breasts capture her attention. Brittany's nipples stand out in relief and their dusky rose color makes Santana's my mouth water.
Clenching her jaw against the desire to just ravage Brittany where she stands, Santana makes a deliberate effort to relax as her eyes complete their journey. At their desired destination, Santana feels the corkscrew tension of desire unwind, to be replaced with the soft, silky glide of overwhelming love.
Reaching out with one hand, Santana trails her fingertips slowly over the rounded curve of Brittany's belly, ending the caress as her palm glides over the sensitive skin of Brittany's hips. Santana blinks against the sudden surge of tears, her heart overflowing its banks to rush madly over her body.
"Santana." Brittany's soft voice calls to Santana and she looks up to find Brittany watching her, a thousand emotions playing across Brittany's face, all contained in the sweetness of her smile. Brittany's hand grabs Santana's and together they curve their fingers against the slope of Brittany's belly.
Their baby.
With a smile, Santana steps back and holds the over-sized towel open, waiting for Brittany to step over the edge of the tub and into her arms. Keeping her lips pressed gently against the curve of Brittany's jaw, Santana pats the soft towel gently against Brittany's damp skin, hugging Brittany to her and sighing a little at the contact.
The only thing separating Santana from Brittany's body is the towel and Santana has to force herself to not fling the towel away impatiently. Turning her head, she captures Brittany's lips in another kiss and, locking her arms around Brittany's waist, she back them out of the bathroom and walks slowly towards their bedroom.
A few steps more and Santana releases the towel from around Brittany's body. Before it even hits the floor at Brittany's feet, Santana's body is pressing gently against Brittany's, pinning her to the door. Looking into Brittany's eyes, Santana feels Brittany's rounded belly where it pushes against her and the ache inside her doubles.
Desperately, Santana kisses Brittany, welcoming the feel of Brittany's hands raking through her scalp. Brittany has always been responsive but these past few months have redefined Brittany's response to Santana and she feels a flood of wetness as the power of it rushes through her. Pregnancy hormones do have their perks. Changing the angle of the kiss, Santana slips her thigh between Brittany's legs and groans as Brittany's own wetness slides against the thin fabric of Santana's yoga pants.
Brittany pulls her mouth away from their kiss and fumbles blindly with the ties to Santana's pants. "Get these off…take these off."
Quickly, Santana steps away to remove her pants and watches as Brittany reaches back to open the bedroom door, never taking her eyes from Santana. Santana steps out of her pants and underwear and grunts as Brittany's hands dip into the collar of her t-shirt, pulling Santana roughly back into her body. Brittany's lips are sliding all over Santana's as her tongue pulls groan after groan from Santana's mouth.
Steadying her hands along Brittany's hips, Santana walks with Brittany to the bed, absorbing Brittany's moans as she presses her thigh firmly against Brittany. Before Brittany can do so for her, Santana reaches down and pulls her t-shirt over her head to toss it behind her.
Finally, they are both naked and with the only light in the darkened room coming from the hallway, it's easy to feel like they are the only people in the world. Santana and Brittany and the baby growing inside her. Sliding her hands slowly over Brittany's waist, Santana turns her around so Brittany is facing the bed, Santana's breasts pressed up against Brittany's back.
Placing her lips against the side of Brittany's neck, Santana sucks soft, wet kisses against Brittany's skin as she brings her hands to Brittany's belly. Tenderly, she runs her palms over Brittany's skin, accepting the arch of her back as Brittany's sensitive nerve endings fire under Santana's fingertips.
"Santana, you feel so good…touch me." Brittany reaches both hands back and buries them in Santana's hair, opening the landscape of her body to Santana's touch.
Santana slides one hand slowly across Brittany's rounded belly to cup the soft weight of her breast in one hand. With her other hand, Santana runs her fingertips lightly over the curls covering Brittany's center. Brittany's arousal is clear before Santana even moves her fingers any further and she closes her eyes as wild waves of desire pound against her skin.
"Jesus…you're so wet." Santana barely gets the words out before one of Brittany's hands drops from Santana's hair to grab her wrist, stopping Santana's fingers from moving any further. Brittany slips her fingers between Santana's and brings their joined hands to her other breast, guiding Santana's palm against her nipple. Brittany starts to roll against Santana and she's helpless to stop her own hips from grinding against Brittany.
Brittany turns her head and captures Santana's mouth in another searing kiss. She begins pushing back harder into Santana and Santana can feel her legs starting to tremble with the strain of moving with Brittany.
Santana pulls away from the kiss and brings her hands to Brittany's shoulders, turning Brittany around again to face her. "Get on the bed. Let me touch you."
The need in Santana's voice clashes with the hunger in Brittany's eyes and she can feel her wetness increase at the look Brittany is giving her. Sitting down, Brittany scoots back on the bed and turns toward the lamp on the nightstand. The look of Brittany, curves all stretched out with her stomach rounded, her body protecting their daughter as she grows inside Brittany, is overwhelming.
On a soft sigh, Santana lays on the bed and stretches out behind Brittany, grabbing her hand before Brittany can turn the light on. "No…no lights. I just want you to feel me…just want you to feel this."
She extends her left arm under Brittany's head and wraps her other arm around Brittany's ribcage, pulling Brittany's hips tight against her center, moaning softly as her nipples brush against the soft skin of Brittany's back.
Planting hot open-mouth kisses along Brittany's shoulder and the side of her neck, Santana's hand glides over Brittany's ribs before trailing down across her hips to the top of her thigh. Leaning down a bit, Santana slides her fingers between Brittany's knees and pulls her leg back to rest against Santana's thigh, opening Brittany up to Santana's seeking hand.
Brittany's head drops down against Santana's arm as she loosely grips the comforter. Resting her lips against the skin below Brittany's ear, Santana looks down the length of her body and watches her hand as it worships Brittany.
The tips of Santana's fingers brush against Brittany's inner thigh, feeling the muscles jump as her fingernails tease the soft skin there. Slowly, Santana inches closer and closer to the wet heat of Brittany's arousal, drawing out the anticipation for both of them.
Santana can hear the soft staccato moans coming from Brittany's mouth as she finally reaches the apex of Brittany's thighs. Cupping her, Santana's fingers press gently against Brittany, her mouth sliding down Brittany's neck and biting lightly on her shoulder as Brittany's wetness immediately bathes Santana's fingertips.
"God…God, yes…I want you inside me, Santana." Brittany's plea races along Santana's skin and hums in her brain and groaning deeply, Santana finally slips through Brittany's wetness to slide her fingers inside Brittany. Brittany's hips buck against Santana's hand and she tilts her waist to take Santana deeper.
Santana's eyes struggle to stay open as her body processes the way Brittany feels in her arms. Brittany's hips are in constant motion and the pressure of her backside rocking against Santana's center is causing Santana's belly to tighten. Brittany's skin is still warm from her bath and everywhere their bodies touch, sweat is starting to gather. Brittany's legs spread wider as Santana hits a particularly sensitive spot and Santana finally gives in and closes her eyes on a moan.
Shifting her weight to her elbow, Santana leans down and ravages Brittany's mouth. She matches her tongue stroke for stroke with her fingers and suddenly she can feel Brittany's wetness increase against her hand. Brittany's groans coupled with the wet sounds of Santana's fingers are Santana's undoing. Without Brittany having even touched her, Santana comes softly and cries out into their kiss.
Her fingers still for a moment as she tries to catch her breath and Brittany's soft voice floats up to Santana's ears. "Santana, baby…"
Dropping a kiss to Brittany's shoulder, Santana starts to move her fingers again, finally letting her palm brush steadily against Brittany's taut bundle of nerves. Rearranging her leg, Santana hooks her ankle against Brittany's calf and holds her open, Brittany's body bucking and straining in pleasure against Santana's fingers.
"You are so beautiful, Brittany." Keeping her lips pressed to Brittany's ear, Santana whispers her love and desire, rough and tender words that flow to the beat of her fingers moving inside Brittany. "Come for me."
Brittany's hands keep their white-knuckled grip on the bed and using Santana's body for leverage, Brittany starts to rock her hips faster. Her breath coming in heaving gulps as her body works for release. Gritting her teeth, Santana ignores her burning muscles and moves her fingers faster and harder.
Suddenly Brittany's breath catches and she looks over her shoulder to find Santana's gaze. Brittany's brow furrows and her lips part and Santana can feel Brittany's muscles lock as her orgasm hits, the power of it shaking Brittany from head to toe. Brittany never looks away, sharing her release with Santana, and Santana swears she has never seen anything more beautiful. She keep her fingers moving softly, pulling as much pleasure from Brittany as she can until Brittany reaches down and gently removes Santana's fingers from between her legs.
Turning onto her back, Brittany's hands cup the sides of Santana's face and pull her in for long, deep kiss. As they kiss, Santana rests her hand against Brittany's swollen belly. Pulling back suddenly, Santana stares at Brittany as she feels a small flutter against her palm.
"Is that…"
"Yes." Brittany's blue eyes sparkle as she watches the wonder on Santana's face.
Smiling back at her, Santana rubs her hand against Brittany's stomach, over and over, trying to recapture that feeling but it seems as if their daughter is hiding from Santana now.
"She's stubborn. Like her mother." Teasing Santana, Brittany holds Santana's hand against her stomach and brings the other to stroke along Santana's back.
"She'll be beautiful like her mother." Santana runs her thumb against Brittany's cheek and seals her statement with soft kiss to Brittany's warm mouth.
"Sweet-talker."
"Of course. I have to be. Otherwise how would you let me do this?"
Brittany's fingertips tighten against Santana's back as Santana presses her lips in the soft space at the base of Brittany's throat. Placing kiss after kiss along Brittany's skin, Santana welcomes the feel of Brittany's fingers burying themselves in her hair as Santana's lips work their way around Brittany's nipples.
"Santana." Her name is a gentle warning but Santana already knows how sensitive Brittany is and she slows her movements, pressing just the soft tip of her tongue against the hardening peak. Locking her arms, Santana keeps herself above Brittany, careful to not let her full weight press against Brittany's belly.
Softly, Santana kisses Brittany's nipples, pulling them gently into her mouth in turn. Despite Brittany's quiet admonishment, she holds Santana closer and arches her back as Santana slides her lips across the swell of one breast to kiss the other. Santana's body feels heavy and aching and she wants nothing more than to press against Brittany completely, giving herself over to Brittany's skillful hands, but she holds back her own needs.
It seems as if Brittany's body is changing every day and each change overwhelms Santana. She didn't know it was possible to love someone this much, so much that it hurts. The sight and sound of Brittany literally steals her breath and sets off an ache inside of Santana that only eases when she is with Brittany like this. Brittany's body soft and open for her, Brittany's eyes the center of Santana's whole being and now, even more precious to Santana with their child growing inside of her. If a more perfect love existed before this, Santana doesn't know of it.
Sliding down Brittany's body, Santana kneels between her thighs, bracing one hand to the side of Brittany's waist. Reverently, she brings her other hand to Brittany's belly, running just her fingertips over the sensitive skin there. She keeps her eyes on Brittany's stomach, watching her hand as it brushes in random patterns.
"Do you think she'll love me, even though I'm not her mother? I mean, not biologically…" Santana trails off as her throat closes, emotion choking her voice. She doesn't know where this insecurity is coming from and swipes quickly at the tears on her lashes. Santana knows she's being silly. People adopt children all the time or have step-children and they love them just as much. She knows this but it doesn't stop the irrational thoughts that plague her when they're out and people comment on Brittany's pregnancy. The father must be so excited. And then the explanation that follows while Santana feels their eyes judging her and Brittany. Brittany always holds Santana's hand a little tighter, her smile bright and loving as she talks about how lucky they are, to be looking forward to having this little baby.
And Santana knows this baby, their daughter, will be theirs. Even though she's not the one carrying her, Santana feels such love and protectiveness as if their daughter was inside her own body. And yet, she can't help but wonder what their daughter will see when she looks at her.
Brittany's sniffle brings Santana out of her introspection and she looks up to see Brittany crying softly. Brittany's reaches for Santana's hand and she places their hands to the side of her stomach, holding tightly there for a few moments. Again, Santana feels a soft flutter against her palm and her heart breaks under the weight of the love she has for both of them at that moment.
"You are her mother, Santana. She's moving because she knows it's you. She knows your voice and she knows your love and when she's born, she'll know your kindness and your loyalty. She'll know your laughter and she'll know your strength. More importantly, she'll know you're her mother because you've loved her from the moment she was created and every time you love me, you are also loving her. She'll know, baby. She'll always know."
Santana doesn't realize the tears have spilled over her lashes until Brittany's thumb is brushing their wetness from her cheeks. For a long moment, neither of them speak and Santana's eyes search Brittany's for the truth in what she believes. Brittany's hand slides from Santana's cheek to the nape of her neck and pulls Santana forward into a kiss so soft and tender it steals Santana's breath.
If Santana never does another thing right in her life, she knows that she will get this right. Loving Brittany and loving their little family is all that matters to her and she knows she will spend her life being worthy of them.
Santana slowly ends the kiss, brushing her hands across Brittany's breasts as she make her way back down Brittany's body. "I love you." Santana's gaze flicks back to Brittany's as her declaration comes out as no more than a fierce whisper.
"I love you too, Santana." Brittany's soft voice strains a little at the end as Santana's breasts press against her belly. Repeating the motion, Santana rocks back and forth slowly, letting her nipples graze against Brittany's skin. Sighing, she watches the flush burn across Brittany's cheeks and again, desire reaches up and drags Santana down into its winding embrace.
Resuming her earlier position, Santana leans down and lets her bottom lip slide along Brittany's rounded belly, turning her head and rubbing her cheek against the taut skin. She hears Brittany's breath catch and as she opens Brittany's thighs wider, the smell of Brittany's arousal pushes a groan from Santana's chest.
Remembering the strength of Brittany's orgasm earlier, Santana's stomach clenches as she brings her mouth lower on Brittany's belly. Brittany always tastes so good and Santana has to remind herself to slow down before she just devours her. Laying flat on her stomach, Santana brings Brittany's legs over her shoulders and kisses the inside of Brittany's thigh. Easing her hands under the small of Brittany's back, Santana can't help but groan as Brittany instinctively arches into Santana's touch.
She looks up to see Brittany watching her, Brittany's elbows supporting her weight, her blonde hair a wild tangle around her shoulders. Santana's eyes caress Brittany's body and take in her mouth, her breasts, over the curve of her stomach to finally come to rest at the trimmed curls so close to Santana's mouth. Brittany's hips tilt toward Santana, impatient as Santana hesitates a second too long for her liking. Brittany's grin greets Santana as her eyes find Brittany's once again.
Arching her eyebrow, Santana opens her mouth and slowly slides her tongue through Brittany's wetness, never taking her eyes from Brittany. The grin freezes on Brittany's face before falling away as her mouth opens on a moan. Santana's own groan vibrates against Brittany as her taste floods Santana's senses. Santana loves touching Brittany this way, the intimate touch of her thighs against Santana's cheeks with Brittany's eyes intent on Santana's mouth, watching as she strokes her tongue slowly against Brittany.
Santana feels Brittany's back stretch as she drops from her elbows to the bed. Her hands reach blindly for Santana's shoulders and her throaty voice drives Santana's need to take Brittany racing over the edge of her pleasure. "Harder…please…your tongue is driving me crazy."
Spreading her fingers wide on Brittany's lower back, Santana supports Brittany's weight and brings Brittany closer to her mouth. Santana's lips and tongue press harder and faster and she revels in the feel of Brittany's wetness all over her mouth.
Using her shoulders to hold Brittany's thighs open, Santana steadily flicks her tongue against the most sensitive part of Brittany, keeping the same pace even as Brittany's hands slip from Santana's shoulders to grab a handful of comforter.
Santana closes her eyes as Brittany speaks urgently to her, Brittany's voice shaking with need. "Santana, don't stop…I'm so close…please..." The rest of what Brittany was going to say is cut off as her body bows off the bed, swept up in a torrent of pleasure that swirls over her trembling thighs as she pulses against Santana's tongue. With one last kiss, Santana presses her lips against Brittany, nuzzling Brittany's inner thigh with her nose.
Brittany slides her hand under her waist to grab Santana's hand, tugging her up to where Brittany lays spent on the bed. Curling her body against Brittany's side, Santana kisses Brittany slowly, letting Brittany lead the kiss as she tastes yourself on Santana's tongue. Santana tries to surreptitiously run her hand over Brittany's stomach and feels her smile into their kiss.
"She's okay, Santana." Santana blushes as Brittany runs her fingers softly over Santana's forearm. "Her mom is pretty okay, too."
Resting her head on her hand, Santana looks down at Brittany's smiling face and continues to rub her hand slowly over Brittany's skin. Lately, she feels like she can't get enough of touching Brittany. "Okay? I thought I did a little better than okay." Brittany's cheeks pink up at Santana's words and she laughs softly.
"Santana." Brittany scolds Santana lightly and it only serves to make her laugh harder.
"What? I'm just saying. Some of the things you were saying would seem to indicate that what I was doing was a little more than okay. If I remember correctly, there was something about…"
Brittany's hand covers Santana's mouth and the laugh she was trying to hold back bursts out. "Fine. You're right. It was a little better than okay."
"A little better?" Santana's incredulous voice is muffled behind Brittany's hand but she knows Brittany understood what was said as Brittany just grins at her. Santana continues to scowl until Brittany finally removes her hand.
"I don't know why you're getting so mad, Santana. If that was a little better than okay?" Brittany turns on her side and slips her thigh between Santana's legs, her hand holding tight to Santana's hip. Bringing her lips to Santana's ear, her next words melt all the mad right out of Santana.
"Then it's only fair I show you what a lot better than okay can be. Don't you agree?"
As Brittany's hand starts to slide lower on Santana's thigh, she finds herself agreeing with Brittany without really knowing what she is agreeing to. Brittany's grin widens at Santana's shaky inhale and she leans forward to rub her lips softly across Santana's mouth.
"You are so beautiful when you're flustered, Santana." Santana feels the curve of Brittany's smile as her lips trail across Santana's cheek to bite lightly at the underside of her jaw.
"I'm not flustered." Santana closes her eyes as she tries to keep her voice nice and even. "It's going to take more than a few kisses to get me…flustered." She chokes on that last word as she feels Brittany's thigh start to lift, the hand on Santana's thigh pushing gently on her knee.
Propping her head on her hand, Brittany smiles sweetly down at Santana. "Really? You wanna bet?"
Santana struggles to take a full breath as the cooler air of the bedroom brushes lightly against the warmth between her legs. She rests her hand against the skin above Brittany's heart and grins up at her. "Britt, you know gambling is a sin."
Brittany's quick snort of laughter is soon replaced with a thoughtful look as she brings her palm to rub against Santana's ribs. With every pass, she brushes lower and lower until her fingers are grazing the inside of Santana's raised thigh. "You know, Santana. There are some who think this is a sin."
Santana groans deep in her chest as Brittany's fingers suddenly press against her, barely easing inside. Santana's hand slides to the back of Brittany's neck and holds on tightly as her hips arch towards Brittany's fingers. Brittany keeps her touch light and teasing and Santana closes her eyes in frustration as Brittany's fingertips slide maddeningly slow through Santana's wetness.
"What do you think? Does this feel wrong to you?" Following her words, Brittany softly pushes two fingers inside Santana. Blindly, Santana pulls Brittany in for a kiss, Brittany's mouth winding the pressure in Santana's belly tighter and tighter. Brittany's palm rubs against her and Santana's eyes open to find Brittany watching her intently.
"Tell me, Santana." Santana starts to roll her hips as she tries to take Brittany's fingers deeper, smiling as Brittany's mouth parts in surprise. Brittany leans up on her elbow and uses her other hand to brush the hair from Santana's forehead, her momentum forcing Santana onto her back. "Is this wrong?"
"No." The word is expelled from Santana's lungs as just the tip of Brittany's middle finger brushes against Santana's hardening bundle of nerves.
Leaning down, Brittany presses a warm, wet kiss to Santana's nipple, her tongue licking slowly against the soft skin of Santana's breast. "Is this wrong?"
Santana's back arches as Brittany's mouth and fingers start to move in time, setting off soft flutters low in Santana's stomach. She buries her hands in Brittany's hair and holds her closer, Brittany's skillful mouth threatening Santana's self-control. "No."
Moaning, Santana grips Brittany's hair harder as Brittany pulls her fingers from Santana's wetness and raises her head. Never breaking eye contact, Brittany swipes her wet fingers against Santana's other nipple, her eyelashes fluttering as Santana groans long and deep.
"What about this?" Brittany runs her tongue over Santana's wetness, sucking Santana's nipple softly into her mouth before releasing it. "Does this feel wrong?"
"Brittany…" Her name falls from Santana's lips like a plea and she can feel her body straining for more contact with Brittany, Santana's hips arching and legs opening wider. Brittany pulls the answer to her question from Santana's lips with teeth grazing roughly across Santana's nipple. "No. It doesn't feel wrong."
Sliding her body closer, Brittany arranges her body until she can place her firm thigh against Santana's center, moaning as Santana immediately presses harder against the contact. Santana can feel Brittany's belly against her stomach and drops her hands to caress Brittany's sensitive skin.
Brittany's eyes are searching Santana's and her head tilts to the side, trying to figure out the look coming over Santana's face. "What is it?"
"Do I feel wrong? Does this feel like a sin?" Brittany moves her body closer to Santana in comfort, Brittany's face reflecting the pain laced through Santana's voice.
"No, Santana. This isn't a sin." Brittany's voice lowers as Santana's eyes close, her head dropping to Santana's chest to press her lips to the skin above Santana's heart. "It doesn't matter what she says."
"But she's my abuela, Brittany." Santana can hear how forlorn her voice sounds. She can feel the tightening in Brittany's muscles as she leans up to look at Santana, the softness of her voice tinged with anger.
"I know, baby. I know. But she doesn't have the right to make you feel bad about what we have between us. And she fucking sure doesn't have the right to make you feel bad about what we've created with our love. Look at me."
Brittany's eyes are gentle on Santana's, despite the anger in her voice, and she continues speaking as Santana runs her hands slowly over Brittany's swollen belly. "This baby, our baby, will only know love. She was conceived in love, she'll be born in love and she'll be loved within an inch of her life for every day that she in our lives." Brittany's words have the desired effect as a small smile teases the corner of Santana's mouth.
"I just wish…" Santana keep her hands soothing as they continue to move over Brittany's skin, Brittany waiting patiently as she knows Santana needs to get this out. "I just wish my abuela could know how beautiful this love is. I love you both so much that I feel like I could burst from it. It aches inside of me. I look at you and when I can feel our daughter move, that's all that matters. My family."
Brittany cups Santana's face and pulls her in for a kiss, Brittan's lips soft and undemanding. "Santana, once your grandmother sees our daughter's little face, with your dark eyes staring all serious at her, her heart will melt and she'll love her as much as we do."
"I wish she could really be ours, you know? I know she'll be mine but I just wish that biologically, she could be from both of us. I know we picked a donor that was as close to me as possible but I just wish it could have been me."
Brittany smiles at Santana to cover the small ache Santana knows her words cause and she rushes to continue. "But, this is our baby and just knowing that she will be a part of you is enough for me, Britt." Brittany's fingertips run along the side of Santana's face, brushing lightly against her hair as she kisses her.
Santana groans in surprise as Brittany suddenly deepens the kiss, her tongue moving faster and harder against Santana's. Unable to stop herself, Santana's hips move with more intent against Brittany and just like that, the desire in Santana's body blooms like fire under her skin. "Brittany…"
Brittany pushes up on one arm and trails her other hand across Santana's chest, then down over Santana's stomach to slip between her thighs and into her wetness. "You know what I thought about when we finally decided to do the procedure? I used to daydream about what it would be like if you could really do that."
Santana's legs fall open at Brittany's words and Brittany's fingers slide inside, pressing deep and driving Santana's ache higher into her tightening belly. "You did? Tell me what you thought about."
Brittany starts to move her body against Santana, her thigh pushing her fingers deeper inside, Santana's wetness making it easy for Brittany's palm to rub against the most sensitive part of Santana. "When I thought about getting pregnant, I wanted you to be inside me. I wanted my legs around your hips as you moved inside me."
"Brittany…" Santana's voice is cut off as Brittany's fingers curl inside of her and Santana's entire being becomes focused there. She bring her hands to Brittany's forearm and keeps Brittany pressed tight against her as she rocks her hips faster against Brittany's fingers.
Santana listens as Brittany's voice gets huskier, the pleasure Brittany feels in touching Santana like this stealing her breath. "l wanted to feel your body against me, your mouth kissing me over and over until I thought I couldn't take it anymore. And then…"
"Then what?" Santana's voice is breathless as it rolls helplessly over Brittany's words, her body so close to release, everything inside of Santana tightening like a coil.
She closes her eyes as Brittany leans in to place her lips against Santana's ear, moving her fingers steady and deep. "Then, you would come inside me, Santana."
All the breath leaves Santana's body as her orgasm races like wildfire across her body, feeding on her oxygen and burning everything its wake. The pleasure is sharp to the point of pain and she feels her nails digging into Brittany's arm, clutching reflexively as her body trembles and shakes, her back arching off the bed. Brittany whispers encouragements in Santana's ear as she keeps her fingers moving softly, moaning as more wetness slips against her hand.
Finally, Santana holds onto Brittany's wrist and lets her hips relax against the bed, easing Brittany's fingers from inside of her. Breathing heavy, Santana pulls Brittany tight against her side, once again bringing her hand to brush across Brittany's round belly. "I wish we could do that. You have no idea."
Scratching her nails lightly against Santana's inner thigh, Brittany laughs and tilts her head back to look at Santana. "Oh, I have some idea."
Santana blushes yet again and Brittany's smile deepens. "Britt, what I mean is, to be able to do that with you would be incredible. But just knowing that you love me and want to be with me and want to have this baby with me is enough for me. I promise I will love both of you every day of our lives. And no one, not even my abuela, should have the right to make us feel that this is wrong. She's wrong and it's her loss. But I hope that she'll come around. We'll make her come around."
Brittany rests her head on Santana's chest, letting Santana's fingers play with the ends of her hair. "How are we going to do that, honey?"
"I don't know exactly. We'll like, show up and we'll have our daughter in a little Cheerio outfit and we'll make her giggle right as the door opens and my abuela will be helpless to fall in love with her."
"Sounds perfect, Santana." Santana rests her lips against Brittany's forehead and smiles, cuddling closer to her as Brittany continues speaking. "Maybe we could dress her like Rachel and get a little reindeer sweater and..."
Santana cuts Brittany off with a hard kiss, her lips vibrating from Brittany's laughter.
"And we didn't see Lord Tubbington for three days after that. Your mom said it was because he had joined the circus but I think it's because he didn't want his tail shaved like a lightning bolt again. Where do I even start with what happened at Christmas?"
Santana's soft voice brings Brittany out of a very peaceful sleep. Barely opening her eyes, Brittany looks down to find Santana curled on her side next to her, one hand cradling Brittany's belly, the other holding her head up. Santana's eyes are closed as she talks and it takes Brittany a few moments to work past the lump in her throat at the sight of Santana talking to their daughter.
"Why don't you start with telling me what you're doing?" Unable to keep her eyes closed any longer, Brittany pins Santana with an amused stare, doing her best impression of Santana's eyebrow arch as Santana looks back at her. Santana's grin is infectious and Brittany can't help but smile back.
"I was just talking to our daughter while her sleepy mom rested." Santana's grin turns into a knowing smirk and Brittany can feel herself blush as they both acknowledge the reason Brittany was so sleepy.
Reaching down, Brittany's fingers play with Santana's hair as Santana's thumb starts to caress the side of Brittany's stomach. "Cute."
"I like to think so." The breath from Santana's laugh brushes over Brittany's skin a second before Santana's lips flutter over her stomach in a gentle kiss.
Brittany caresses the side of Santana's face, letting the backs of her fingertips glide over the smooth skin of Santana's cheek. "But Santana, Lord Tubbington stories? You know he went into witness protection and we're not supposed to talk about him."
Santana's smile presses into Brittany's palm and she places a quick kiss against Brittany's fingertips. "What should I tell her about?"
"Well, you can always tell her about Homecoming Junior year when you..."
"Brittany!"
Brittany's laughter chokes off the rest of what she was going to say as she watches Santana's eyebrows crawl into her hairline. She tries desperately to hold it back as Santana sits up and turns away from her but it's no use. Santana turns her head away but not before Brittany catches the telltale curve of Santana's cheek lifted in a smile.
Brittany runs her hand along the soft skin of Santana's back, soothing even as her trembling voice betrays her laughter. "Santana, I was just kidding." Brittany playfully pleads with Santana and she hears her sigh as Santana gets ready to turn back and face Brittany. "Our daughter should never hear that story."
The faux stern look on Brittany's face has Santana looking at her for a long moment before her face slowly breaks out into a sly grin. Brittany has a few seconds to wonder why Santana is smiling at her like that before a flash of white distracts her. Before Brittany can even blink, her face is full of pillow and her ears are full of Santana's laughter. Hysterical laughter.
"Santana Lopez-Pierce, you did not just…"
"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I can't hear you through the pillow."
"Oh, you are so dead." Yanking the pillow from her face, Brittany tosses it towards the end of bed before leaning up on her elbows, glaring at Santana with as much dignity as she can muster. "I swear to fucking God, I'm going to come over there and…"
Santana gasps in mock horror and stage whispers to Brittany. "The baby." All exaggerated motions, Santana points at Brittany's belly and mimes covering the baby's ears. Brittany wants to stay mad at Santana. She really does. But like before, Brittany can feel her laughter building and a smile slips across her face before she can stop it.
Going with a different tact, Brittany flops back onto the bed and tries a pout. Pouting always seems to work with Santana. They both like to pretend that Brittany hasn't figured out that particular weakness. Just like how they like to pretend that Santana hasn't figured out that kissing Brittany's palm will get Santana anything she asks for.
Brittany watches Santana's eyes look down at her pouting lips and immediately, Santana's face softens and she comes to settle herself next to Brittany on the bed. Gently, she grabs Brittany's hand and brings Brittany's palm to her full lips, pursing them softly in a lingering kiss. "I'm sorry, Britt."
Brittany flicks a glance in Santana's direction and feels the corner of her mouth lift in a smile. "You're sorry for what?"
Santana shifts her hold on Brittany's hand and opens her mouth slightly, Santana's tongue softly stroking the sensitive skin of Brittany's palm. The move is designed to draw Brittany's attention and it takes everything Brittany has to not look over at Santana. Once more, Santana's tongue swipes over over Brittany's palm before slipping between two fingers and even with her great willpower, Brittany can't hold back a soft moan.
Brittany's eyes find Santana's over their joined hands and Santana smiles softly. "I'm sorry that you weren't quick enough to block the pillow." Santana anticipates Brittany's reaction to her statement and before Brittany can even move, Santana covers Brittany's body with hers, trapping Brittany's hands between them.
"You know, you're not as cute as you think you are." Brittany tries to keep her voice stern but Santana feel too good pressed against her. Vibrant and warm, her beautiful face grinning down at Brittany. She feels a fierce love roll over their playfulness and she frees her hands to cup the side of Santana's face. She pokes Santana's dimples as Santana refutes Brittany's statement.
"Yes, I am."
"Okay. Maybe a little bit." Brittany acquiesces to Santana's claim but only because Santana has shifted her weight so she can run her fingers back across Brittany's stomach.
It never fails to jolt Brittany's system, the look of wonder and love that takes over Santana's face when they are connected like this. She doesn't even think Santana is aware of it and that only makes it more beautiful and special to her.
Brittany pulls Santana down for a kiss, pouring all her love for Santana into that one act. She feels her body react to the sensuality of kissing Santana like this but Brittany lets it wash over her in warm waves, accepting the desire with the love and letting both settle inside of her.
Brittany ends the kiss as softly as it began and settles Santana's head against her chest, Santana's body curving against Brittany in a subconscious act of protection. Brittany stretches a little and settles more comfortably against Santana, already knowing what the next few moments will bring.
Wordlessly, she hands Santana the remote and feels Santana's smile against her chest. "Thanks."
As Santana starts pushing the correct series of buttons, Brittany pillows her head on her arm and wraps her other arm around Santana's shoulders. "You know, I still don't think this is going to work, Santana."
"Sure it is. Babies can hear in the womb, right? That's what your doctor said." She hears the excitement in Santana's voice as the selected program begins and she presses an indulgent kiss against Santana's forehead.
"Yes, they can. But I'm not sure that me watching Iron Chef is really going to make her into a great chef."
Santana tips her head back and smiles at Brittany and all the love Brittany could ever want is there, reflected in Santana's brown eyes. "I guess we'll find out eventually."
The casual mention of their future together squeezes Brittany's heart and she feels the impact, as she always does, race along her system. Smiling, she watches Santana's face light up as the baby flutters against her hand, reacting to the jolt of adrenaline making its way through Brittany's body.
"See! She agrees with me. You'll see." Another grin and a quick kiss, and then Santana is settling comfortably against Brittany once again.
Yes, we will. We definitely will. The thought warms Brittany's heart and she gives in to the moment. "So, which chef are we pulling for now?"