So this one is for my favourite person:
By the time they get back to Santana’s room, the cold has started to set in. Without the heater on to warm the house, the air quickly goes dead and chills. They throw themselves back under Santana’s comforter, shivering, and curl their bodies together, holding on tight.
For a long while, they just lie like that, their torsos pressed so closely together that their ribs compliment each other, one of Brittany’s next to one of Santana’s. Brittany hides her hands under Santana’s hair for warmth. Santana tangles their feet up in the bedding at the bottom of her bed, trying to keep their toes from freezing. Just when she thinks that maybe Brittany has fallen asleep, Brittany whispers to her through the dark.
I want to make love to my wife.
Her lips find Santana’s then and press tenderly to them, gentle enough that Santana almost doesn’t feel the kiss. They nuzzle their foreheads together and Santana brushes the hair from Brittany’s shoulder. She sits up to kiss the shell of Brittany’s ear and the hinge of her jaw. She kisses Brittany’s eyebrows and forehead and the faint creases on either side of her mouth that would have become real smile lines someday, if.
They spend more time just kissing than they ever have before, trading kisses back and forth with little puckering pops. By the time they actually touch each other, their whole bodies hum and neither one of them feels cold anymore. And even though Santana knows that the ring on her finger is just something she stole out of her mother’s jewelry box and that no priest or Justice of the Peace officiated the ceremony and that she and Brittany live in a state where it will never be legal for them to marry each other anyway, somehow it feels different being with Brittany this time, just knowing that they belong to each other and that no one can take that away from them.
It feels like everything it always should have been.
I just love you, Brittany says, hovering over Santana, and her inflection sounds familiar, like something Santana once told her on another day when it felt like everything was ending. Santana doesn’t think about that day, though; she just thinks about her perfect wife and how she wants to spend the rest of their lives together doing exactly this.
It’s from this story.