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It had been a long day for Brittany as she trudged home in the ankle-deep snow. Being class president was a lot more time consuming than she’d thought it would be. She was looking forward to cuddling up with Lord Tubbington and watching crap on TV while she had some hot chocolate.
She sighed, wishing that Santana was there to make her some hot chocolate. She made the best hot chocolate. The holidays were meant to be their time, but her girlfriend was with her family visiting a cousin a few hours away. When Santana had told her, Brittany had definitely been disappointed, especially because it was their first Christmas as proper, honest, out-to-the-world girlfriends. They’d had so much fun filming the Christmas special and then spending time helping out at the soup kitchen and spent a wonderful night getting hot and sweaty under Santana’s covers before she’d left early that morning.
Brittany reached her porch and stamped her boots, making sure to get all the snow off them. She opened her door and quickly slipped inside, grateful that her mom had put the heating on earlier.
“Mom?” she called into the house, kicking off her boots and shrugging out of her coat.
She padded in her socks to the kitchen, only to find it empty and spotless. Figuring her mom must have cleaned it before going shopping or something, Brittany headed upstairs to her room. She felt the late-night activities with Santana catching up to her and she yawned as she pushed her door open.
“Did I tire you out, B?”
Brittany froze and her eyes zeroed in on her insanely gorgeous girlfriend laying on her bed, a book in her lap and a smirk on her face.
In lieu of an answer, she pounced on top of Santana and kissed her deeply. She loved how Santana didn’t even hesitate to respond. She moved the book out of the way and in no time, they were continuing where they had left off the night before.
“Hell of a hello, babe,” Santana husked, snuggling into Brittany’s side an hour later.
Brittany smiled sleepily. “I’m just really, really, really happy to see you. I thought I’d have to wait a whole weekend before I got to kiss you again. It’s Christmas and I just… I want to create a whole bunch of new memories and traditions with you.”
Santana propped herself up on her elbow and smiled tenderly down at her. “We have the rest of our lives to do that, Britt-Britt. And I think we should start right now!”
Brittany whined when Santana moved away from her, but she couldn’t deny really enjoying the naked form of her glorious girlfriend. She grinned, suddenly ecstatic that she could finally call Santana that. Sure, they’d been out and official for almost two months, but after pretending for so long, Brittany couldn’t help but feel extremely excited every time she didn’t have to worry about who would see when she kissed Santana or hugged her for longer than best friends probably should, or stared at her ass in that awesomely short Cheerios skirt, or danced extra sexy for her in Glee.
“I think the most important tradition should be perpetual nakedness,” Brittany stated, allowing her comforter to drop below her breasts. As hoped, Santana stopped as she was pulling a tank top on. “Don’t you think, baby?” she added seductively.
“God, you are so sexy,” Santana whispered, the look in her eyes making Brittany feel deliciously warm all over. She would never tire of thoroughly loving the fact that she got to call Santana’s hers. And – bonus – she could shout it from the rooftops if she wanted to.
Santana, in her underwear and half-pulled on tank top, crawled back onto the bed, her silky hair brushing Brittany’s naked skin as she did so.
“I could devour you morning, noon and night and never tire of it,” Santana whispered in that thrilling rasp that Brittany loved so much. She could already feel her body start to tingle with anticipation. “My desire for you is insatiable, Britt, and I hope to hell and back that I get to spend the rest of my life showing you that.”
Britt’s heart fluttered. “San,” she murmured, stroking her girlfriend’s face with her fingertips. “I want exactly that. And I want it with you.”
Santana smiled her Brittany-smile (no one else got that smile but her) and leaned down, kissing her deeply. Knowing that Santana obviously had something planned, Britt allowed the kissing to, while passionate, not escalate into their usual pleasurable nakedness. Granted, she was still naked.
Minutes later (could have been five, could have been twenty), Santana released Brittany’s lips and started kissing down her neck. She grinned, thinking that they may actually be heading for round four. But then Santana sat up, straddling Brittany and smiling tenderly down at her.
“What are you thinking?” Brittany murmured.
“Besides the fact that I am the luckiest girl in the world?” Santana teased light-heartedly. The look in her eyes told Brittany that she was one hundred percent serious.
“What tradition did you have in mind?” Brittany asked after a few moments of taking each other in.
“Well, since you’re not that big a fan of pie, I thought we could tweak that Christmas tradition a bit.”
“Yeah?”
Santana nodded. “I’ll go and make you some hot chocolate, we’ll get loads of popcorn and string and while we do that, we have American Pie on the TV.” She ducked her head shyly. “What do you think?”
Brittany didn’t bother hiding her wide grin. “I think that sounds like the best new tradition.”
“Better than perpetual nakedness?” Santana smirked, leaning down.
“Nothing beats being naked with you, except maybe just being with you all the time. No matter what new tradition we come up with, I’ll be happy as long as they involve both of us.”
Santana kissed her. “Of course, babe. We’re a package deal. You’re stuck with me.”
“Proudly so.”