Brittany awoke to soft kisses on her cheek. She felt the gentle scrape of fingernails against her stomach as a hand slid underneath her sleep shirt and the lips made their way down to her neck. She felt her growing arousal pool deep in her belly. She tried to keep her breathing even, wanting to see how far it would go before it became obvious that she was awake.
"I know you're awake," a husky voice mumbled against her neck. "I can feel your pulse beating faster."
Brittany's mouth curled up into a smile, knowing that she was busted. Her eyes fluttered open to meet the beautiful brown orbs of her wife gazing down at her, the hint of lust evident. Brittany admired the beauty of her wife in the early morning light. Santana was still the prettiest girl she had ever seen, even with her face puffy from just waking up and the little hint of lines that had started to appear around her eyes.
"Somebody woke up in a good mood," Brittany said teasingly, her own voice hoarse from sleep and arousal.
"I always wake up in a good mood when I wake up next to you," Santana said with a smile.
Brittany chuckled. "That's so cheesy," she said. "Also a lie."
"It is not a lie," Santana said, her mouth falling open with mock outrage. "I love waking up next to you."
"I know, baby," Brittany admitted. "And I love waking up next to you. But you don't always wake up in a good mood."
She couldn't help but giggle as Santana lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head in acknowledgement of Brittany's truth.
"I know how someone could make me in a good mood," Santana husked, her eyes locking on Brittany's lips as her hand started to scratch at Brittany's lower abdomen, her fingers teasing beneath the waistband of her pajama pants.
Brittany felt herself grow wetter as Santana's fingers teased her. She wrapped her hand around the back of her wife's neck and brought her down for a kiss. She poured her love into it, and it didn't take long for the kiss to turn passionate.
She hummed into Santana's lips before ending the kiss.
"What time is it?" Her voice was low as she murmured against the Latina's mouth.
"About a quarter to six," Santana whispered in reply. "We have time."
"Good." Brittany smiled as she brought her lips back to Santana's, the kiss deepening rapidly.
Their tongues caressed each other and Santana's hand came up from Brittany's stomach to cup her breast. She squeezed gently, causing Brittany to moan a little.
Brittany wrapped her leg around Santana's hip and twisted, flipping them so she could straddle the Latina. She pulled away from the kiss and sat up, bringing her hands to the hem of her shirt to remove it. Santana's hungry eyes raked over her bare torso and she licked her lips in appreciation of Brittany's body.
Brittany loved the fact that Santana so obviously still found her sexy. She kept in shape from dance still, but her stomach wasn't nearly as toned and her boobs weren't as perky as when she was twenty years old. Santana clearly appreciated her body, much the same way Brittany still thought Santana was the sexiest person in the world.
Santana's hands moved up from Brittany's hips, sliding up her stomach and cupping her breasts. The Latina's thumbs brushed over her hardened nipples and Brittany couldn't help but grind her hips down into her wife. She leaned back down to crash their mouths together, Santana's hands still playing with her boobs.
Brittany snaked one of her own hands up Santana's shirt and began to massage her wife's breast. Her fingers rolled and pinched Santana's nipple, making the Latina whimper into her mouth. She needed Santana naked. Now.
