winter meme uh...because it's worth it
In the tradition of the Halloween meme I did last month, I've decided to do a similar meme for the winter season as it's my second favorite time of year after autumn. So let's get it on like Donkey Kong.
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She’s a little pissed that she’s up this early (on a Monday no less), but when she turns to see Brittany sitting up in bed, naked, on the phone, she figures having a bit of free time in the morning might not be so bad.
Brittany’s talking, babbling away to whoever it is on the other end, but Santana pays attention to exactly none of it. Brittany’s naked in bed right now so listening to her have a conversation with the moron that decided to call at the crack of dawn is not exactly on her to-do list.
Instead, she rolls onto her side and tracks her fingers up Brittany’s thigh, turning smiling eyes up at Brittany and almost laughing when blue eyes flick to Santana’s fingers, widen and then lock eyes with her’s. Lips pressed into a smile, Brittany smacks Santana’s hand away and continues talking, but Santana’s not that easily put off.
When she moves her hand again, Brittany grabs her fingers and tangles them with her own, effectively trapping Santana’s hand and pulling it into her lap. Switching tactics, Santana just presses her lips to the skin of Brittany’s thigh, presses soft kisses that trail upwards towards her hip until Brittany’s letting go of her hand to tangle her fingers in Santana’s hair, sighing.
“Mkay, love you,” Brittany’s saying into the phone and this perks Santana’s interest. She looks up, brows pulled together until Brittany finishes with a, “Bye, Mom.”
It should probably make Santana feel a little chagrined at the idea of trying to feel up her girlfriend while she was on the phone with her mother, but it just sort of made the whole thing feel dirty and scandalous which always has the the opposite effect on Santana.
Brittany throws her phone on the floor and slides back down into the bed next to Santana, running her fingers through tangled dark hair. “That was my mom,” Brittany tells her.
“Shouldn’t they already be home?” Santana murmurs, nuzzling into Brittany’s collarbone and enjoying the feel of Brittany’s hands against her head way too much. It’s like a turn on and a sedative at the same time.
“Snow storm,” Brittany answers. “They’re stuck in Cleveland.”
A groan escapes her. She kind of hates the cold and the idea that she’s going to have to dig her car out of piles of snow before going to school is not exactly pleasing. Especially when she’s in this super warm bed with her super hot girlfriend and no desire to put on any clothes much less the heavy winter clothes she’s going to have to.
“Let’s call in sick,” she suggests, hand sliding to Brittany’s back and lips brushing against the skin in front of them.
“Don’t have to,” Brittany says simply.
Santana picks her head up to look at Brittany. “What do you mean?”
“Mom says the schools are like closed or whatever because of the snow. It was on the news.” Brittany shrugs. “Why would that be on the news? Are we like famous or something?”
““We have a snow day,” Santana breathes out, all awed. “We don’t have to go to school.”
“Nope,” Brittany confirms. “So what do you want to do?”
It’s cute when Brittany pretends like she doesn’t know exactly what Santana wants to do. Answering the question isn’t necessary. Not when Santana surges forward to crash their lips together, rolling forward so she’s pressing down on top of her girlfriend.
Brittany’s laughing against Santana’s mouth which would be kind of a blow to Santana’s ego except Brittany’s always laughing, especially when she’s turned on. It took a while to get used to it, actually. But once she finally realized that laughter was like Brittany’s green light for sex it became really hard to react normally to it while they were in public.
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There’s this noise Brittany makes when Santana’s hand slides over her stomach. It’s caught between a groan and a squeak, and manages to be adorable and sexy at the same time. Santana kind of laughs a little into their kiss, but Brittany’s hands grip behind her head and smash their lips tighter together, cutting the sound off.
She’s changing the direction of her hand, tracing the smooth skin over Brittany’s ribs with her fingers, when the door to Brittany’s room flies open with a crash, and both of them go dead still as they break apart, staring at each other and breathing heavily.
“Snow day!” Is all they hear before Brittany’s little sister is scrambling across the floor and jumping up on the bed.
Santana, at least, has the presence of mind to remember their state of undress and manages to roll off of Brittany and rip the sheet over their bodies before the little girl comes into view.
Brittany lets out a half scolding, half amused, “Audrey!” at the same Santana lets out an irritated, “Knock much?”
“Snow day, BeeBee!” Santana scrunches her nose up a little at the nickname - Audrey couldn’t pronounce Brittany’s full name when she was younger and the shortened version just kind of stuck around. Santana would think it’s pretty cute if she was into thinking things were cute.
“I know!” Brittany replies, clapping her hands a little as Audrey jumps up and down on their bed.
“Let’s go out and make a snowman!”
Santana knows Brittany’s going to agree to that bullshit, so she cuts it off right away. “No.”
“Why not?” Audrey turns this pout towards Santana that looks so much like Brittany she almost jerks away.
“It’s freezing outside?”
“Duh,” Audrey says. “That’s how the snow got here.”
Santana rolls her eyes, but Brittany laughs and she has to fight not to make eye contact with her girlfriend and completely scandalize the eight year old at the end of the bed.
“If it’s too cold to go to school then it’s too cold to go outside and play in the snow.” She turns to look to Brittany for some support here, but Brittany’s mouthing later to her little sister and Santana just sighs, shaking her head.
That’s when Audrey, with childlike innocence, kicks her toe against Santana’s sheet covered calf and asks, “Why don’t you guys ever wear pajamas?”
Brittany’s fucking laughing again which she really needs to stop. “Okay you know what?” Santana says, holding the sheet to her chest, but moving her leg out from under the covers to trip Audrey. The little girl falls over into the mattress with a gasp and a giggle. “Get out of here, you little brat.”
She gets a smack from Brittany for that, but whatever, it’s what she’s always called Audrey, and the younger Pierce girl is sticking her tongue out at Santana and making faces.
“Audrey, go get some breakfast or something and we’ll be down in a second,” Brittany tells her.
Audrey seems reluctant to go, pouting a little from where she’s sitting. “It’s a snow day,” she whines.
“We can totally make a pillow fort in the living room and play Candyland,” Brittany says.
That seems to brighten Audrey up, who straightens and then shoots off the bed with a victorious cry of, “Fooooooort!”
“Make sure Lord Tubbington is awake,” Brittany calls out after her. “He has an AA meeting this morning.”
“Kay!” Audrey shouts back over the sound of her footsteps beating against the stairs.
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“You know she’ll come back if we don’t go down there, and I really do have to get Lord Tubbington ready for his meeting. I’m sure the roads are getting dangerous out there with the snow storm.”
“Tubbs will be fine,” Santana laughs. “And your sister is going to raid the kitchen for the next twenty minutes. That’s totally enough time.”
“Santana,” Brittany warns, but she’s laughing and blushing. Brittany always pretends like she doesn’t want it just as much as Santana which would be adorable if it wasn’t like...getting in the way of things.
“Just kiss me a little,” Santana whispers, brushing her nose lightly against Brittany’s and smiling.
Lips spreading into a grin, Brittany holds her tongue between her teeth for a few seconds before pushing upward just enough to hover her lips over Santana’s and pauses there, their breath mingling hotly for a few seconds.
Santana licks her lips, locks her eyes with the blue ones below hers and murmurs, “You’re so hot,” as she runs her hand up Brittany’s side.
“Love you,” Brittany whispers back, her hands finding their place in Santana’s hair.
They put their lips together for maybe two seconds when a loud crash breaks the moment, and Santana’s looking over her shoulder at the open door, peering out into the upstairs hallway.
“We should go check on her. I promised a fort anyway.”
Santana’s about to reassure Brittany that her sister is fine, but just ends up groaning when a shouted, “BeeBee!” reaches their ears, and she gives up, rolling off her girl to sit up and search the floor for her clothes.
“Your sister is a twatblock,” Santana grumbles as she picks her sweatpants up off the floor and steps into them, walking over to Brittany’s dresser to pull out a worn gray t-shirt.
Standing up and getting dressed as well, Brittany just laughs.
“Stop laughing,” Santana whines, pulling her hair up into a ponytail.
“Come on, it’ll be fun. You used to love making pillow forts.”
“Yeah when I was like four.”
“And when you were twelve,” Brittany points out, pulling a tank top over her head.
“That was before I saw you naked,” Santana says, pulling her girlfriend closer by the fabric over her stomach.
Brittany loops her arms around Santana’s neck and grins. “It’ll be fun, promise.”
“It’s a snow day, Britt,” Santana says, her lower lip jutting out against her will. “Your parents aren’t home. Why would I want to spend this day anywhere but in that bed with you?”
Leaning in, Brittany hums a kiss against Santana’s lips. “Because forts are cool. And my little sister is downstairs.”
“Let’s just lock your sister in a closet for a few hours and then we can build a fort this afternoon.”
“Come downstairs, make a pillow fort with me, and then when Audrey gets bored and like goes to sleep or something, I’ll totally go down on you in it.”
Swallowing thickly at the image, Santana just nods dumbly and lets Brittany pull her downstairs.
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Audrey’s in the middle of the kitchen chewing on a string of red liquorice gleefully. Santana looks to an overturned chair and picks it up, realizing it was probably the cause of the crash they heard.
“You can’t have candy for breakfast, brat,” she says, walking over and ripping the liquorice out of Audrey’s mouth. Smirking, she takes a bite out of it and laughs at Audrey’s indignant expression.
The gasp Audrey lets out draws Brittany’s attention, but her girlfriend just laughs and walks over to Santana, grabbing the candy from Santana and transferring it to her own mouth.
“Santana’s totally right,” Brittany tells her little sister even as she chews on the red string in her mouth. “Mom and Dad would be super pissed if I fed you candy for breakfast.”
Santana walks over the to coffee machine in the corner of the kitchen and grabs a mug, pressing a few buttons to get it started.
“Come on,” she hears Brittany say. “Let’s go get all the pillows and stuff for our fort and Santana will makes us waffles.”
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She hears Brittany whisper something to Audrey, and then the sound of scampering feet and turns just as Audrey is whipping around the corner of the kitchen and into the living room.
Brittany stalks forward and plucks the cup out of Santana’s hand, bringing it up to her mouth. “You hate coffee,” Santana reminds her.
“I just want to smell it,” Brittany says with an impish grin. She sets the cup down and puts her hand on Santana’s hips. “There are waffles in the freezer.”
“Britt,” Santana laughs. “You know I have like less than zero domestic skills. I can’t make waffles.”
“It’s super easy,” Brittany says, kissing her quickly, thumbs rubbing lightly at Santana’s hips, right under her t-shirt. “You just like put them in the toaster for a minute or whatever.”
“So then you make them.”
“Okay,” Brittany shrugs. “Will you watch Audrey?”
Santana weighs her options, neither of them really desirable. There are no parents in the house and there’s a bed. Why are they in the kitchen? “We are so getting servants when we grow up,” Santana tells her, moving away to walk towards the living room where Audrey is. That option at least requires less like manual labor than cooking or whatever.
“Can we have elves?” Brittany asks, and when Santana turns she’s got this gorgeous smile on her face that Santana just has to kiss. She walks back over.
“Yeah, Britt,” Santana murmurs against her. “We can have elves.” They can have anything as long as Brittany keeps referring to them as a we, keeps latching on to their future like Santana has.
“Don’t forget your coffee,” Brittany says, handing her the cup after they break apart.
There’s something warmly domestic about the moment and it makes Santana equal parts eager to spend the day doing stupid shit like build a pillow fort and desperate to drag Brittany upstairs and put her mouth against all that skin.
Brittany winks at her with this smirk on her face that has promise written all over it, so Santana just sips at her coffee and walks out of the kitchen and into the living room where Audrey has dragged probably every pillow and cushion in the Pierce house.
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She sits down in one of the armchairs and crosses her legs, picking at her nails while she watches Audrey struggle to build the fort.
“Tanaaaaa,” Audrey whines after her cushion wall falls over pitifully. Kid always had trouble with full names.
“What?” Santana laughs.
“Help,” Audrey demands, stomping her foot a little and pouting.
“I’m good.”
“Please,” Audrey draws out, blinking pleading blue eyes up at her and looking entirely too much like her older sister.
“Fine,” Santana sighs, standing up.
They spend the next few minutes constructing an elaborate fort, sheets drawn up over couch cushions and pillows spread over the ground. The smell of cooking food wafts in from the kitchen, and despite the chilling snow storm Santana can see out the living room window, she feels warm all over.
Brittany walks in just as they’ve finished and wraps her arms around Santana from behind, observing their work.
“Looks awesome, guys,” Brittany says, chin resting on Santana’s shoulder.
“I did it all by myself,” Audrey tells her, standing up proudly.
Santana gives her a pointed look. “Really?”
“Yeah,” Audrey says defiantly, sticking her tongue out at Santana.
There’s really no other choice but to break away from Brittany and pick the smaller girl up, throwing her towards the fort and completely destroying all the work they just did.
Audrey screams out, and Santana just smirks, Brittany laughing behind her, coming up to loop her arm through Santana’s as they watch Audrey get tangled in the sheets of their ruined fort.
“You’re going to have to rebuild that when she gets out of there,” Brittany whispers.
Santana shrugs. “S’okay,” she says. “I like building forts.”
Brittany grins, eyes shining. “I’m going to kiss you all over in it later,” she says lowly.
Flushing a little, Santana returns the smile, and even though Audrey’s letting out this high pitched, “Grosssssssss,” Santana kisses Brittany, soft and sure.
“Happy snow day,” Brittany says quietly.
“Best day ever,” Santana replies before tugging Brittany towards the fort and throwing them both into the pile of cushions, both Pierce girls giggling happily.
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I mean. False. This wasn't even a little bit cute.
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both so freakin cute <3
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