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Santana scoffed lightly, though the tug of Brittany’s teeth at her lip was fairly distracting. “Pfft, neither is calling her cheesy,” she pointed out playfully, sinking into the pressure of Brittany’s lips as the dancing of her fingers turned into long, slow stroked that glided up beneath the blonde’s shirt again. She played tan digits across warm flesh, ventured up to cup Brittany’s chest and squeeze playfully before moving down again. “You’re supposed to call me super hot, you know. That’s my default description… Hey.” She lifted her head, stared beyond the Christmas tree to the dark window behind it. “Britt Britt… It’s snowing.”

The smile on Brittany’s face grew, becoming slightly more mischievous and knowing as Santana’s hands roamed under her Christmas sweater. She couldn’t help but arch up slightly into Santana as hands playfully groped her breasts. Brittany was going to comment about how she always tells Santana she was hot, but was cut off by the other girl’s change in attention. She rolled her eyes playfully, and I thought I had attention issues, tilting her head back and getting an upside down view of the window. Sure enough, Brittany could see little white flecks fluttering slowly down (or was it up now?). The light from the Christmas tree caused them to twinkle as they fell. It was unbelievably beautiful and picturesque. “I wonder if this is what it feels like to be in a movie,” Brittany commented absently, managing to get out of Santana’s hold and roll on her stomach so that she could get a better look. The blonde rested her chin in her hand, tilting it to the side as she admired it for a moment. Brittany finally turned her head to look at Santana, beaming a smile that was purely innocent and loving. “This has been the best Christmas ever,” she whispered, turning her attention back to the window.

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Santana frowned and mock-glared when Brittany called her cheesy, leaned in to lightly nip her lips as retribution. And then suddenly she pressed up into the blonde, pressed her weight into her until she’d shoved her back against the other side of the couch and straddled her hips. “Call me cheesy again, Blondie. I’ma have to go all Lima Heights on you.” With Brittany, of course, she didn’t mean that she would beat her up. Usually when she threatened to go Lima Heights on her, she just tickled her into submission. This time it was Santana’s dark curls that formed a curtain as she leaned down and nudged their noses together, lips grazing Brittany’s in a light, playful kiss. Tan digits scratched against the dancer’s sides threateningly, ready to dig in and tickle should her girlfriend dare to say those words again.

Brittany bit her bottom lip, failing miserably at hiding a playful smile as her eyes danced between Santana’s and her lips. She could feel the laughter bubbling in her throat, her skin prickled with anticipation. Brittany could feel Santana’s fingers twitch against her sides, causing the blonde to make a little hiccup as she attempted to stifle a giggle. “Stop the violence,” Brittany muttered as she leaned up, taking Santana’s bottom lip between her teeth, trying to occupy herself with something other than the fingers that scratched lightly at her side. “I don’t think it’s very nice to threaten your super wonderful on Christmas,” she whispered, her words drenched with sweet innocence.

Hey! Hope your holiday break is as amazing as mine!

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Santana knew that if anyone could see her right now, she’d have to crack skulls for a week straight to maintain her badass reputation. Because right now, she was absolute putty in her sweet lover’s hands, her heart a gooey mess as she stared into bright blue eyes and absorbed every sweet word and every soft kiss. Her nails mapped out the soft expanse of Brittany’s back as she found her lips again, kissed her with all the feelings churning inside of her. “You’re so beautiful, Britt Britt,” she whispered. “So wonderful and perfect and no one, no one, is as good and sweet and unique as you.” Her hands curled around and over Brittany’s sides, slid down the curves of her before reaching her hips. She gripped and drew her closer, arched up to meet her as her lips met Brittany’s again. “And I fully intend to let you unwrap me under our Christmas tree when we have our own.” IT made her smirk playfully against Brittany’s mouth, fingers poking lightly before she wrapped around her again.

A shy smile grew across Brittany’s lips as she hid her face in the crook of Santana’s neck. Her fingers twirled around long, dark hair, a shiver running through her as Santana’s nails ran lightly against her back. Brittany placed light kisses against Santana’s neck. She listened to every loving word spoken by Santana, and felt her  girlfriend all around her. Brittany moved so that she was leaning over Santana, her blonde hair creating a curtain. She took a moment to admire Santana’s face. Even though she was pretty sure she could draw Santana’s face from memory, she couldn’t get over how beautiful she was. “Good, because you’re my favorite present to open,” Brittany finally muttered, leaning in to peck Santana’s lips. She moved to lean on her left arm, bringing her right hand up to run through Santana’s hair slowly. “There’s no one who compares to you, Santana. You’re amazing, talented, badass,” there was a pause as Brittany smirked knowingly, “and super cheesy.”

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Santana laughed, a quiet laugh slipping past her lips as she leaned up to peck Brittany’s sweet lips again. “And anywhere we go in the world, people will stop us screaming ‘oh my God, the amazing duo!’ and they’ll ask for autographs and to kiss their babies’ heads and shit. The world famous amazing duo.” She laughed again, placed both her hands on Brittany’s back now so that she traced over her in lazy lines. She new every dip and curve, could pretty much map out every single one of Brittany’s freckles without looking. If she wanted, she could trace them like constellations without even breaking eye contact with her girlfriend. “They’ll all be jealous,” she continued in a murmur, “Because we’re so hot and totally in love with each other so none of them have a chance. But they’ll love us anyway because they can’t help it.” She kissed Brittany again, claiming her mouth deeply as her hands slid beneath Britt’s top and over the warm skin of her back. “I love you,” she whispered again, as if Brittany could forget it. “I’ll never stop loving you.”

Brittany giggled quietly burying her face in Santana’s hair. It was short lived as Santana’s lips were meeting hers again. The quiet laughs were still bubbling within the blonde as their kiss deepened. Pale fingers tangled and gripped dark hair, pulling Santana closer to her. When they pulled apart, they were still close enough for their lips to barely graze over the other, their noses brushing against one another. Brittany’s expression softened, eyes meeting dark, beautiful eyes. “I love you more than I’ve loved anyone or anything,” she smiled fondly, placing a light, lingering kiss to Santana’s lips. “I’ll love you every moment of every day forever.” Brittany leaned up, placing a kiss to Santana’s forehead before peppering her face with light kisses. “There’s no one like you,” Brittany whispered, tucking a stray hair behind Santana’s ear. “You’re amazing, and I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

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Santana smiled against Brittany’s neck, lips pressing light kisses against pale skin as she stroked her hand over the blonde’s back and laced their other fingers together again. “Yeah, you’re pretty much stuck with me for the rest of our lives. For graduation, for college, for the wedding, the first day of pre-school…” She pressed more soft kisses to the underside of Brittany’s jaw as she spoke, tracing the subtle lines of her with her mouth even as she whispered of moments from their future. “Through every fight, every make-up, every laugh and cry. We’ll travel….” Santana sighed almost dreamily, her hand sliding up to tangle in blonde curls. “And make sweet lady love, like, everywhere and embarrass our kids because we’re kissing in public and parents aren’t allowed because that’s gross…” The brunette nuzzled into the side of her girlfriend’s neck again, damp cheeks warm with happy color. “But we should probably focus on finishing high school for now.”

Brittany’s heart pounded in her chest and butterflies flurried in swarms in her stomach with each word and kiss that came from Santana. She stared absently at the tree as her mind went into imagination overload. She wondered what kind of house they would have, where they would end up living, how many kids, what parts of the world they’d see, who their kids would look like that what their names would be. And then it occurred to Brittany that Santana was saying all of these things. The girl that only a few months ago was so unwilling to open herself up. The same girl who swore she hated kids, but took care of Sophie like she was her little sister too. The same girl that Brittany had fallen in love with on the first day that they had met back in preschool. She felt a little overwhelmed by it all, and all she could do was hold Santana close. Brittany felt like she was about to burst with the intensity of their love and what it meant. She wasn’t sure about a lot of things, but one thing she was absolutely positive about was that she would always have Santana. No matter what. Brittany had an entirely new life to look forward to - their life together. She peppered Santana’s face with light, loving kisses. Her hand reaching up to push dark hair out of her beautiful girlfriend’s face. She was Brittany’s other half, as well as a part of her. Santana really was her everything now. “High school’s not going to even compare to anything anymore,” she laughed quietly. “I can’t wait for us to graduate and do everything and anything together. We’ll be like, the amazing duo.”