Sunrise, Sunset || Brittana

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Brittany made herself pretty clear with her actions, she wanted it soft and slow tonight, and Santana didn’t really have a choice but to give her what she wanted. Even though she loved having her little bouts of control, she could never deny the blonde anything so she sighed through her nose and softly brought her lips back down to press against the new love mark before pulling away and reaching for the soap. “I love you too, querida.” She laughed lightly, though she meant those words. She lathered the soap in her hands and ran it along Brittany’s sides and rubbing her thumbs into soft skin. She could still she the batter sticking to Brittany’s collarbone, and she lifted one hand to rub some of the soap onto that patch of skin, rubbing the substance away. There was still flour sticking to Brittany’s face, and Santana smiled, shaking her head. Even covered in flour, Brittany was still drop dead gorgeous…and all hers. 

She stepped back and brought Brittany along with her, making sure she was under the water as she continued to wash her tanned and love bruised skin. She made sure to get ever inch of her torso and arms, kneading the soap into Brittany’s breasts and making her hands linger on the flesh, occasionally flicking her thumbs over her wife’s nipples. She took each arm in her hands, massaging Brittany’s wrist and palms and giving her all the attention she deserved. The rushed feeling from before was gone now, and Santana took her time in her work, setting the soap down and grabbing the shampoo bottle. After putting a good amount in her palm she set the bottle back down and lifted up on her tip toes so she could rub the sweet scented soap into blonde hair. Even though it was slow now, Santana still got her control and Brittany looked content so she knew that this was better than hastily groping and fucking each other…though that was always fun too. “Next time,” She started, bringing her hands down and rinsing her hands off under the hot water. “Let’s actually make the pancakes instead of flinging them at each other.” She laughed lightly, standing on her toes again to kiss her wife softly, “Though you do make a pretty gorgeous pancake, baby.” She fell back on her heels and smiled, now trying to rinse the soap from Brittany’s hair from this angle. 

Brittany couldn’t help  but to sigh contently at the way Santana massaged her body with soap washing away all the batter from her skin. Maybe they wasted a perfectly good bath but it was all worth it now that they were going to wash it off each other. Brittany let out a small laugh as she turned backward toward the shower head quickly rinsing her hair. “You are a pretty…pretty pancake yourself duck” Brittany grinned as she continued to rinse away the soap from her hair and body. Now it was her wife’s turn to be washed by her. She quickly grabbed the same soap lathering it up in her hands gently before standing behind the Latina and rubbing the suds over her smaller shoulders. Slow and sensually she massaged the sweet smelling bubbles into her wife’s smooth skin. She always loved this feeling. Gently she nudged the side of her wife’s face taking in her scent as she continued to rub the lathered soap down her sides and inner thighs.

She breathed heavily as her hands slid upward over the Latina’s pelvis and back down again. The soap from Santana’s body was now on Brittany’s as the blonde pressed firmly against her wife’s back side. Pink lips pressed softly into the skin of Santana’s neck as long arms came to grip around her wife’s waist. “I love you…I think I say that way too much but it’s so true.”she mumbled tightening her grip around Santana’s waist. The fact that they managed to work things out and throughout everything Brittany still had her family was amazing. She was still amazed at how strong Santana was for staying with her and standing up for her against Gloria. Brittany felt like the luckiest woman on earth, and she knew that they would probably fight again or argue but she also knew their relationship was strong enough to withstand it all. Brittany released one hand from Santana’s waist to tilt her head up toward her own. She didn’t hesitate she knew what she wanted and she pressed her lips tenderly against her wife’s knowing that she was all hers.

Sunrise, Sunset || Brittana

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The growl of approval and arousal that fell from Brittany’s lips made Santana smirk to herself, knowing that their little game had taken a turn for the…well, the last thing on her mind right now was the batter in her hair that was for sure. Flour was sprinkled onto her sweats and the Latina’s smirk widened, her body buzzing with excitement when Brittany tugged down her pants, leaving the brunette stark naked once again in the middle of the kitchen. “Mmm,” Santana hummed in approval, stepping out of the material pooled around her ankles and taking a step towards the blonde. “I like that idea.” 

Her eyes were firmly locked on her wife’s backside as she led them towards the shower, the slightly cold air on Santana’s bare body and her growing arousal making her shudder. And when Brittany stripped off her robe and dropped it to the ground, Santana took another step closer. They probably looked ridiculous, both covered in white flour and sticky batter, but Santana didn’t really care. She simply grabbed Brittany’s hand and tugged her inside the bathroom and into the large shower. Eagerly, she pressed the dancer up against the wall, her eyes closing instinctively when warm water hit her face and body. But she didn’t waste anytime in drawing her mouth to Brittany’s neck, sucking on a patch of skin slowly as her other hand went around her waist. She was trying to be in control again, and she knew that she only had so much time before Brittany just did whatever she wanted with her so she had to make it count. 

It was going to be a shame with how many hickies Brittany had received during this trip but she didn’t care. She was surprised that Santana even found a clear patch of skin that wasn’t bruised yet. Brittany let the familiar feeling of hot water rain over her body and face as Santana gripped her waist firmly and Brittany liked it. She loved being in control but she loved it even more when Santana took over her body. She loved being dominated by the Latina it kept their sex life on point. Unlike the other night of rough sex Brittany wanted their last night to be soft and slow. She wanted to feel every inch of her wife’s body. She wanted to make love to her nothing too fast. Just something very simple and sensual. She was used to getting her way so Brittany was pretty sure nothing would change tonight.

She reached both her arms over the Latina’s shoulders as Santana’s tongue worked at yet another love mark on her neck. Hesitantly Brittany pulled back  and swallowed hard. She bit down on her lip lightly as she moved a few wet strands of hair out of Santana’s face. “Hi” Brittany whispered timidly through water clouded eyes. She was still hands down the most beautiful woman that she had ever laid eyes on and there was no denying it. It had to be crazy to be this in love with someone right? Brittany was so deep in love more than she ever had been at this moment looking into Santana’s eyes. She leaned down a bit and pressed soft wet kisses over Santana’s face. She probably hated this but Brittany loved it. She wasn’t trying to be in control but she did want Santana to feel loved as much as she felt. “I love you duck” Brittany giggled leaning back against the cool tile and letting Santana regain her control.

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Santana inhaled sharply when the flour was thrown onto her face and she sputtered a little, little puffs of pancake mix puffing out from her mouth and nose. Moving her hand up to wipe at her eyes, she growled inwardly at her teasing wife who had certainly got her back for her little trick. “You,” She sputtered, moving sticky and batter covered hands forward to grab at the snickering blonde. “Are so in for it.” She fumbled for Brittany’s wrists, but missed and seized the knot of the rope typing her robe together. She scowled, but worked this to her advantage, pulling the rope untied and making the opening of the robe fall open. She reached back with her one hand, almost knocking the bowl of batter off the counter before successfully dipping her hand in and smearing the substance over her struggling wife’s collarbone and the swell of one breast.

“Hmm, someone made a mess.” She crooned, swiping some of the batter away with her thumb and running it over Brittany’s nose. “I mean, but you make pancakes look pretty good too.”  She cackled, as if she won some victory, pulling away from the blonde and darting backwards so she was just of of Brittany’s reach. “And you ruined my shirt, baby. That wasn’t very nice” She teased, reaching for the hem of the tank top and casually peeling it off and tossing it on the floor, leaving her chest bare for all the world to see. ”Now I don’t have a top and have to walk around like this.” She mock pouted and sighed dramatically. “It’s a good thing you didn’t get anything on my pants baby. I’d hate to be out of those too.” She winked devilishly and gave her a look, her hand creeping back to the bowl on the counter

Brittany rolled her eyes back at Santana resenting the fact that she sort of liked the way she rolled the batter down her collar bone. Call her crazy but it reminded the blonde of her first nigh home from the tour when she’d used whipped cream on Santana and it made everything just a bit sweeter. But maybe flour and sticky pancake mix wasn’t quite the same and truthfully Brittany felt just a little dirty. “Lets just agree that we both pull off pancake pretty well she giggled. But it was stopped as she watched Santana peel her tank top off. Her perfectly formed breast were very much exposed and Brittany had no complaints. She took a deep breath as their little food fight was soon overtaken by Brittany’s arousal. “Ohh, I definitely don’t mind you walking around like that.”

Brittany growled but Santana was right Brittany hadn’t gotten any on the Latina’s sweats and their was only on way to get them off. Brittany smiled to herself dipping her fingers into the flower and sprinkling a few droplets onto Santana’s pants. “Oops” Brittany said innocently. ”Guess you should take those off too…matter of fact let me do that for you” Brittany said quirking an eyebrow. Slowly she lowered her hands to the waistband of her wife’s sweats and gently pulled them down so that they were pooling at her ankles. “Now…I think we should get cleaned up. Can’t walk around all covered in pancake mix” she winked knowing Santana caught on and she swayed her hips toward their villa’s shower. It was large and open. More than enough room for two women covered in pancake mix. Brittany slowly turned on the hot water and let it heat up as she slipped out her robe entirely and waited for Santana to follow her into the bathroom. 

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She felt it. That little something. Something disgustingly sticky stuck in her hair after Brittany flicked her fingers at her. She could see the blonde spinning around in attempt to ignore what she had just done. But the fact was that there was pancake batter….in her hair. Her glorious, and very high maintenance hair. It Was. In. Her. hair. Oh it was so on. Brittany turned back around from the sink and Santana gave her a look that made her know she was in for it. And when the blonde backed up into the counter and told her that it was just batter and that she would help her wash it out later, she narrowed her eyes and smirked at her nervous looking wife. ”Oh yeah?” She asked, eyebrow raised as she buried her hand into the pancake mix box and seized a handful of the flour. “Well in that case,” She flung the handful at Brittany’s face, staining her uneasy expression with a white dust. “Don’t worry babe, I’ll help you wash that out later.” She snickered at her own wit and turned back around, celebrating her own private victory. “Hey Britt-Britt.” She said slyly after a moment, turning her head to her side and screwing face into an expression of mock confusion. “I think you have a little something on your face.”

Brittany flinched a bit when she felt the cool flour splat on her face and the way Santana teased at her made her just a little more upset. Brittany slowly reached up and dusted the white flower off of her face as much as she could and she rolled her eyes at her wife. “Really Babe? Really?” Brittany questioned with a certain look on her face. It was definitely on and Brittany wasn’t going to let the Latina win. She dug a few fingers into the moist pancake mix swirling it around gently and flung a glob right onto  her wife’s tank top. Aiming for her hair would be just a little cruel. “I think theirs a little something on your shirt Sanny…ohh and” Brittany stopped her own words before digging her hand into the pancake mix and flinging it right into her wife’s face with a pit of laughter. “Aww baby look you’re all dirty now…how did that even happen?” Brittany giggled loudly  examining all the batter on the Latina’s face and shirt. “You like pancakes right babe? You make them look quite appetizing too.”

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“Probably not,” Santana laughed, pressing her damp forehead against Brittany’s before she was drawn in for a kiss. “Thanks querida. I can always count on you.” She winked at the taller woman, arms gripping her tightly around the neck before she was led out of the water, flinching a little when Brittany said she wanted to cook. She loved the blonde with all her heart, really. But putting on a brave face and facing Brittany’s cooking was a challenge every time. “Alright Britt.” She replied, trying to keep her voice passive. She could only hope Brittany chose something simple to make. She smiled when they got to their towels and the blonde told her that she had been practicing. Of course she had. Brittany tended to be overly adorable in every way, and Santana could imagine her wife in their kitchen, hunched over the stove with an adorable confused look on her face while Maya tried to bark out orders like she was in charge. 

“Alright babe, I’m going to change really quick…or put on some clothes.” She eyed the stove and watched Brittany pull out numerous ingredients for pancakes. Well, at least it wasn’t too difficult a meal and Santana shot a smile over at the blonde before going into their bedroom and pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a tanktop from her suitcase. She would definitely need to shower later and get the smell of salt water off her skin but that could wait until later…and hopefully she wouldn’t be alone in the activity. She smirked knowingly to herself, the image of Brittany’s perfect body flashing in her mind again until the smell of something burning overtook her senses. 

“B,” Santana questioned hurriedly, walking back into the kitchen, her nose wrinkled at the smell of burning pancakes. She edged closer to her wife, eyebrow raised and then letting sighing in relief when she couldn’t see flames spitting out from the stovetop. “Honey,” She sighed, a laugh on the tip of her lips. “I don’t understand why you don’t let me cook like normal.” She reached in front of her wife and quickly turned down the heat from the stove, eyeing the blackening pancakes on the skillet. “You know I don’t mind. I like being your little housewife.” She joked softly, pulling the spatula gripped in Brittany’s fingers away from her. Her eyes filtered towards the batter and she laughed again, dipping her fingers into the bowl and pulling out a piece of eggshell. She looked back at her wife, eyebrows raised and threw the piece into the sink before flicking her fingers teasingly at Brittany, accidentally getting a bit of the yellow batter onto her face. 

When Santana went to change Brittany immediately got to it. She wanted to impress her wife, she actually had been working on her cooking…just not with pancakes. But she had faith and she was sure she could do it. She had been stuck on food network for a while figuring out how to make certain dishes and in her eyes she was getting better. Without a second thought she forgot to spray the pan with oil and dumped a spoonful of pancake batter into the hot pan. She let it cook briefly before grabbing a spatula  a flipping the pancake. But it didn’t move and Brittany became a little nervous. It never happened like this on the TV. She gripped the spatula and began to try and scrape the now burning pancake off the pan when Santana came jogging in and turned the heat down. Brittany shook her head not knowing why she didn’t think of that. She turned to Santana and before she knew it the spatula was out of her hand and their was pancake batter on her nose.

Brittany’s eyes crossed as she struggled to look down at the mixture lying still on her skin. Slowly she raised her hand and wiped the yellow batter off her nose with a breathless laugh. “Really?” she smiled as she dipped her finger into the bowl and felt around before flinging a bit of it at Santana’s face and accidentally getting a glob in the Latina’s hair. Brittany’s eyes widened  and she swallowed hard. She wasn’t sure if she should tell Santana or let her figure out on her own. She turned her back to the Latina taking the skillet off the stove top and into the sink rinsing the burnt pancake away. Maybe Santana would forget about the entire thing and it wouldn’t turn into anything ridiculous. She really hoped Santana didn’t notice but as Brittany sat the newly cleaned skillet pan on the stove top the look on her wife’s face showed differently. “Look umm….babe, it’s just a little bit of batter ok?” Brittany said as she backed herself into the counter. “I’ll help you wash it out alright?” she said nervously. She knew just how serious the Latina was about her hair and she was a little nervous to get what was coming to her.

Sunrise, Sunset || Brittana

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“Maybe I’m only like that ever since carrying your baby, baby.” Santana shot back, a smile still on her lips as they joked. Brittany was absolutely adorable, the way she would say her ‘I love you’s’ hundreds of times a day with such conviction that it made Santana’s heart squeeze. Her wife was such a cheeseball, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. “But I’m still from the wrong side of the tracks. I could definitely handle you, blondie.” But suddenly she felt a splash of cold salt water hit her face and the sound of Brittany’s giggling ringing in her ears. Sputtering, the Latina wiped clumsily at her eyes before following the sounds of her wife trying to scurry away. It took a few unsteady moments, but finally Santana’s hand wrapped around Brittany’s wrist and pulled her over to her. “You’re gonna pay for that one Britt-Britt.” She mock threatened, about to tackle the blonde into the water and assault her with kisses, but before she had the chance another strong wave crashed against her body. Her feet slipped in the sand and before she really knew what had happened, she fell into the water, dragging Brittany along with her. Sputtering and coughing, Santana pulled herself out of the water, eyes burning from the saltiness and overall feeling like she got the wind knocked out of her. 

“You know,” Santana sputtered, moving her wife closer and clinging onto her in slight fear that she would be knocked over again by the waves. “I think a pool night swim would have been a little safer, love.” She chuckled nervously, and pressed herself against her wife’s wet skin. “Maybe we should put that savings account to good use and buy ourselves a pool.” Santana laughed lightly, joking. She didn’t really think they needed a pool at home. And that savings account was for…other things. Though Santana had no idea if Brittany still wanted those other things…or thing rather after everything that had happened. But they just got their vows renewed and she didn’t wanna stress the blonde out any while they were still on vacation so she didn’t bring it up. Though the thought had been nagging her for awhile now. “Just don’t let me fall again, ok B?” 

It didn’t take long for Santana to have Brittany’s wrist in her hands and back under her control. Brittany couldn’t wiggle lose and she could only laugh but before Brittany could pay for things she was tackled by a wave herself and Santana being buried beneath the water. Rising back up coughs escaped the blondes throat as the waves continued to roll in. “Maybe…it wasn’t such a great idea to swim in the dark” Brittany laughed gripping Santana closely. Her hand rested on the Latina’s back gripping firmly and not letting go. “I won’t let you fall San” she said before pressing their lips into a salty kiss. But Brittany meant that in every way possible, literally and figuratively. She never wanted to hurt Santana and she would never let her fall ever again. The water moment was beginning to tire the blonde out and just maybe it was time to head inside. “C’mon, I want to cook you something” Brittany smiled edging the Latina closer to shore, their bodies still very close in the water. Climbing back onto the sand Brittany felt much heavier but that didn’t stop her. She was sure her wife had to be skeptical of the idea because on a scale of 1-10 Brittany was about a low one.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been working at it  while I’m at home with Maya” Brittany smiled back at  Santana as she reached for the towel near the hammock to dry her skin before wrapping it around herself and scooping up her bathing suit from the sand. It was their last night so Brittany just wanted to do something sh rarely ever did for Santana. Making her way inside she quickly tossed her bathing suit into the bedroom and wrapped her body in her satin robe. She was going to  attempt at pancakes even it was a long shot. She pulled the mix out of the pantry and began cooking and mixing. “Go relax babe, let me take care of you tonight” Brittany winked as she continued mixing the batter and searching for some eggs and other ingredients. She knew how much they both loved breakfast food so why not try and attempt to make a little. “But if you smell a fire, come save me baby.” Brittany laughed as she lit the burners and place a pan on top of the flame.

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“I love you too, B.” Santana breathed, her cheeks tinting at the usual silly but adorable nickname. But when Brittany suddenly moved to untie her swimsuit, Santana’s eyebrows raised, a knowing half-smirk on her lips. The flimsy piece of fabric was off in a moment, and Santana’s eyes fell to her wife’s very gracious chest. She smirked goofily as Brittany spoke about their teen years. “We really did have our fun.” She hummed in agreement, brown eyes falling lower when Brittany tugged off her bottoms. She was about to just say screw the swimming and get right back to the…well, screwing when a teasing voice was in her ear and blue eyes were giving her a very deliberate look before they were gone, breaking Santana from her ogling daze. 

“Me? Lost my edge?” Santana scoffed loudly as Brittany ran towards the water, quickly untying her own bike top and tossing it behind her shoulder nonchalantly. She smirked, hooking her thumbs into her bikini bottom and quickly kicked it off, not even shy about standing stark naked out in the middle of the beach. She laughed and went to follow the blonde, her feet slipping a little over the soft sand before she reached her wife. Immediately she grabbed Brittany’s hand and tugged her over and deeper into the water, the waves crashing against her calves. “And by the way,” She noted, turning around and grabbing Brittany’s other hand as they shuffled deeper into the slightly cold water. “It’s Santana Lopez-Pierce now. And she’s still as bad ass as ever.” She laughed to herself and pulled Brittany in for a kiss, their lips pressing against each other’s until a particularly strong wave made Santana stumble a little and forced her naked body into Brittany’s. Squealing in surprise, she wrapped her arms around Brittany’s neck to keep herself from falling. Brittany really did have the best ideas, she noted mentally to herself, giving the blonde in question a look before taking a step backwards and edging them deeper into the ocean water. 

“My apologies wife, Mrs. Lopez-Pierce I won’t forget it.” Brittany smiled into the kiss their lips connecting so perfectly. “But bad ass, hmmm I don’t know you’ll have to show me babe” Brittany giggled wrapping her arms around the Latina’s midsection as the waves washed over them. Brittany didn’t want to go to far out as it was getting dark, and to tell the truth it made her just a bit nervous. Their wet bodies were pressed against one another’s and Brittany gripped Santana even closer. She pressed their lips together once again savoring the sweet taste that was Santana. “Did I already say how much I love you?” she questioned burying her face into her wife’s neck. Her wet ski was sot and Brittany kissed gently over it her lips sliding in the process. “Because I do you know. I love you so much.” Brittany couldn’t help it though, being mushy was her thing. She didn’t mind it at all. She loved loving her wife and if that were a crime then sue her. ”But I think just maybe, you lost that Lopez edge when you married me” Brittany laughed. “I mean you’re just so sweet and loving now…you sure you can still handle me Tana?” she couldn’t help but to giggle again as she released the Latina from her embrace and splashed the water right into her face and frantically swam away. 

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Santana hummed at the suggestions, letting her eyes flutter closed and a soft smirk playing on her lips. “Hmmm, that sounds really good to me babe. You always have the better ideas….” She murmured, letting her body relax when she felt Brittany slump into the hammock. They swayed again after another breeze and the Latina cracked one eye open realizing they hadn’t moved yet. She tilted her head upwards, one eyebrow raised in amusement and she started to coax Brittany up with kisses. “Baby….as awesome as it is here laying with you, we actually have to get up if we’re going swimming.” She hummed, pressing another kiss to her wife’s lips before pulling away and grinning down at her. Carefully she started to sit up, making sure that she didn’t tip the hammock over with her movements. She almost slipped once, but was able to successfully  get herself out of the contraption with hurting herself or the relaxed blonde still on the hammock. 

The sun was almost set now and Santana brushed a lock of stray hair behind her ear before leaning down to kiss Brittany again. “C’mon o’ wife of mine, I’m ready for a little night time swimmin’.” She found Brittany’s hand closest to her and gave it a quick peck on the back of her hand before giving her a cheesy smile. They were practically almost by the water, the sand feeling cooler against the bottoms of her feet due to the sun going down. Their villa and beach was mostly private, something that Santana had been adamant about when they were looking for honeymoon spots and right now was no different. Not a soul in sight; just the two of them. Which was just how Santana liked it

Brittany had been really content with simply laying there with Santana close to her. But it was their last night together as the new newly wed couple and she wanted to make the most of it. Taking a small breath of ocean air she allowed herself to be pulled up by the Latina’s hand. The cool sand covered her feet and she wiggled her toes with a small giggle. She didn’t let Santana move away just yet, she looked over her shoulder at the beautiful sun setting completely in the distance. Brittany instinctively pulled her wife into an embrace. She always did love the slight height difference. It made her feel just a little in control sometimes. Turning to Santana she couldn’t help but to smile. “I love you duck.” she grinned widely pressing her lips softly to the Latina’s full ones sighing with complete contentment. The blonde let her hand stroke the bottom of Santana’s chin lovingly. Their eyes met and Brittany blinked slowly not wanting to lose connection with those perfect brown’s that she loved.

“Lets make things interesting” Brittany smiled releasing Santana from her grasp and reaching behind herself. She slowly untied her bikini top letting it fall to her feet in the sand. “Remember the summer of senior year, when we all went down to the lake with all our friends? Remember that game of truth or dare and Puck dared us to strip and jump into the lake in broad daylight?:” Brittany couldn’t help but to laugh at the memory that was made almost a decade ago. Brittany missed the fun in their lives and with their villa’s beach being pretty private why not strip down with her wife and take a night time dip? She reached down to her bottoms and pulled them down raising her eyebrow. “Let’s be those crazy teens again baby, or has Santana Lopez lost that edge?” Brittany joked leaving her wife in her spot and running toward the waves letting the water pool at her ankles. “Coming baby?”

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The soft shore breeze made the hammock sway back and fourth, coaxing another contented sigh from Santana’s lips. It was getting later into the evening, the sun about to set over the waves and was about to become the last night the couple would be staying on their honeymoon. Frankly, Santana could have had another week of this, but she had already missed their daughter too much, and she had to get back to work at some point. She had been banned from touching her blackberry ever since the night when Brittany found her hunched over the desk in the villa living room save for the email here and there to Brittany’s parents and Maya, sending them pictures of the ocean and promising to bring her something back from their trip. They had found a cool looking conch shell their second day, but Santana figured that they probably get something a four year old could appreciate; like the stuffed dolphin shoved in their suitcase that they had gotten when they first landed in the island airport. 

But right now, the tanned woman was content where she was, lying in the large hammock outside the villa and on the beach, swaying slightly with her wife laying next to her. Their skin was pressed against one another’s the only fabrics covering their bodies being their swimsuits they had worn that day. The breeze was picking up a little, making the Latina shudder and scoot closer to her wife, one arm thrown lazily over Brittany’s toned stomach. Humming in contentment, she shifted a little, the hammock under her moving along with her actions until she settled again pressed tightly against Brittany until she knew they couldn’t be any closer. “Last night in paradise..” She breathed, fingers stroking along the newly tanned skin of Brittany’s stomach. “Better make the most of it.” She tilted her head and grinned cheekily at the blonde, eyebrows waggling suggestively before moving her head back down and letting out a light laugh. She sighed again, “But you know…I think maybe I’m ready go home after all. Even though it is heaven here. Our baby girl’s still waiting for us…and probably wreaking havoc on your parents.” The sun was starting to set and Santana watched for a moment at the sky in awe before stroking again at Brittany’s stomach. “Anything in particular you wanna do before we go back to our wonderful, boring lives?” Boring was better than what happened before with them, and Santana was joking about that part. But still, she wanted to make their last night of the honeymoon just as special as all the other nights. 

Brittany sighed contently as the hammock swayed slightly back and forth. Everything was just the way she wanted it to be. Santana and her were okay…more than okay and they were together. The thing she feared most throughout the past few months was losing her family. That would have been the end of her most definitely but she never had to worry about that again. And although she missed and loved Dancing her family was more important. But their lifestyle would be impossible to afford once Brittany’s tour money ran out. Of course Santana had an amazingly well paying job it just wouldn’t be enough to stay above comfortable. But Brittany knew Santana would probably be skeptic of that idea and it would take more than enough convincing but she really wanted to start on her own studio in LA. But that conversation would be for another time. Right now it was about them and their last night together as renewed newly weds. Brittany didn’t want to spend their time talking about work of any kind. She just wanted to be with Santana.

“I’m pretty sure my parents are border line crazy dealing with our little munchkin for this long.” Brittany giggled along softly snuggling close to the Latina as her wife’s hand caressed her. “Maybe go for one last swim, cook something in the kitchen, and take a nice warm bubble bath before the early flight tomorrow?” Brittany almost questioned instead of telling her. “Or whatever you want to do my love. It’s our last night so we should make the most of it.” she smiled nuzzling her face into Santana’s neck breathing in her wonderful scent mixed with sea salt. It was a particular smell that was very much intoxicating and drawing Brittany in. “Let’s just start with swimming and see what happens my love. As long as I’m with you…” she trailed off knowing how cheesy it was and she only pulled Santana closer into her and let her body relax.