Sunrise, Sunset || Brittana
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.