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Santana woke up feeling refreshed and sore. It was her favourite way to wake up. She had very quickly found that, once she had accepted her feelings about Brittany and they had started officially dating, sleeping came easier (especially cuddled next to her gorgeous girlfriend), and the sex was way better.
It had always been good, even when they’d been pretending that it meant nothing. Or…she had. Britt had been right – duh. With feelings, it was better. Way better.
She kept her eyes closed and turned around to snuggle against Brittany but found empty space. Surprised, Santana’s eyes popped open, and she sat up, keeping the covers around her body. Whitney had the unfortunate habit of bursting into Brittany’s room at the most inopportune moments.
Britt’s side of the bed was still warm so Santana knew that she hadn’t been gone too long. She squinted hazily at the room before reaching for her glasses that rested on the nightstand. The wardrobe was open and a few boxes that had been on the top shelf, were on the floor. Santana smiled. She knew what Britt was up to.
It was no secret that Christmas was Brittany’s favourite holiday. That was why Santana was adamant that they start creating traditions that were uniquely their own. American Pie had been a fun one. Not only had they made more than enough popcorn string – the evidence of it was hung around the room – but they had also cemented their favourite Christmas tradition. Perpetual nakedness.
Any nakedness with Britt was more than okay with her.
Santana lay back against the pillows and picked up her book from the nightstand. Britt was going to be a while, most likely. Santana couldn’t help but smile, picturing her sorting out all the decorations downstairs, laying them out in the order they would be put on the tree that they were going to fetch later that morning. Britt was in her element and Santana was happy to let her be happy.
Half an hour later, she stretched and marked the page before closing her book. It was time to give Brittany a smoking good morning kiss and tick some more traditions off a list they hadn’t even created yet. As Santana sat up, the bedroom door opened. She froze, her eyes glued to the long leg leading into the room.
Oh my god.
Brittany closed the door, locked it, and smirked at Santana’s gobsmacked expression. “Like what you see, baby?”
Santana just nodded, her mouth slowly dropping open. Her gorgeous, sexy, brilliant, incredible girlfriend was dressed in nothing but tinsel, which teasingly covered her like underwear would.
“W-What about the tree?” Santana asked, her throat dry.
“Oh, there’s more than enough for the tree,” Brittany replied, her innocent act in full swing. “At school, you’ve been pulling me towards you for hugs and kisses by throwing tinsel around me, so I thought you might like to pull this tinsel.”
Genius. Her girl was a genius. Santana smirked and crooked her finger. Brittany strolled to the end of the bed and Santana sat up, the covers falling down and exposing her nudity. Blue eyes zeroed in on her breasts, so Santana started a show. She crawled along the comforter to the end of the bed and reached out, grabbing the end of the tinsel that covered the gloriously defined ‘v’ of Britt’s lower stomach.
They emerged from Britt’s room several hours later, both wearing tinsel crowns.