Brittany S. Pierce (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
somanylyrics) wrote2012-12-15 11:39 pm
somanylyrics) wrote2012-12-15 11:39 pm
fluff for Tasha
There's a crash and a loud pitched scream. "MAMIIII."
Santana groans and rolls into Brittany's shoulder, pulling her pillow over her face. "I think your daughter is killing your son again," she grumbles sleepily.
Brittany laughs and pulls up the corner of the pillow to look at her wife. "Why are they always my kids when they're misbehaving."
"NO ANA STOOOOP! MAMI!!"
"I'm not doing anything! I'm not Momma, swear!"
"Because," Santana answers in an even tone. She throws the pillow to the floor. "Then I feel less guilty about kicking them out into the cold." She starts to sit up but Brittany grabs her arm and pulls her back down into the bed. She kisses the side of her head.
"Stay here, stay naked, I'll deal with them."
Santana just looks at Brittany. "No you won't. You'll tell them you love them and give them cereal and cartoons."
"Mmhmm." Brittany sits up but leans over to kiss Santana on the lips. "Then I'll come back for silent morning sex," she grins.
"If we kick them outside we don't have to be silent."
"It's snowing," Brittany replies. She gets up and grabs her robe to wrap around herself, then she heads downstairs.
When she gets there she finds the coffee table flipped on its side and Ana has Max in a headlock on the floor. She takes a deep breath. "Ana. Let go of your brother right now," she says in a slow, controlled tone.
The two kids jump apart and scatter from each other. "I didn't do it!" They both shout. It's one thing to be disciplined by Santana, she's tough and always puts them in their spot, but Brittany rarely yells. Usually she's the easier parent to get by, but when she talks like that the kids know they're in serious trouble. It scares them more than their Mami's yelling.
Brittany crosses her arms. "I don't care who started it. You two will clean up the table and go to your rooms, got it?"
"But-" Ana, the ten year old that had always been an exact replica of Brittany, starts to object but quickly stops when she sees the look on Brittany's face. "C'mon Maxie," she huffs. She helps up her little brother and Britt hides a smile. She knows they'll do what she's told them.
"Me and Mami are going back to sleep for awhile, but we'll hear everything that happens. I have my special elf ears upstairs, got it?"
"Got it," the kids chorus.
Brittany goes back upstairs. When she gets back to their room she sheds her robe and dives back into bed. Quite literally. Santana laughs and pulls her under the covers.
"Is it wrong that I get turned on when you go angry Momma Bear on them?"
"Hmm, nope. Not of it works out for me in the end," Brittany replies, inching herself over her wife.
Santana wraps her arms around her. "Can we sell them off and go back to having really hot, really loud sex all the time?"
"You wouldn't last a day without them and we both know it." Brittany leans down and kisses Santana softly.
"Mmmm." Santana kisses her back. "Damnit. Now I just want family breakfast."
"Instead of sex?" Brittany kisses a trail down her neck slowly and Santana closes her eyes as she arches into it.
"Hmmm?"
Brittany lets her hand trail down her wife's body. "How about sex then breakfast?"
Santana's only reply is a nod as she bites her lips shut and tries to stifle her moan.
Brittany plans on making love to her wife, and then making chocolate chip peanut butter pancakes for her kids. A life as close to perfect as they can get.
Santana groans and rolls into Brittany's shoulder, pulling her pillow over her face. "I think your daughter is killing your son again," she grumbles sleepily.
Brittany laughs and pulls up the corner of the pillow to look at her wife. "Why are they always my kids when they're misbehaving."
"NO ANA STOOOOP! MAMI!!"
"I'm not doing anything! I'm not Momma, swear!"
"Because," Santana answers in an even tone. She throws the pillow to the floor. "Then I feel less guilty about kicking them out into the cold." She starts to sit up but Brittany grabs her arm and pulls her back down into the bed. She kisses the side of her head.
"Stay here, stay naked, I'll deal with them."
Santana just looks at Brittany. "No you won't. You'll tell them you love them and give them cereal and cartoons."
"Mmhmm." Brittany sits up but leans over to kiss Santana on the lips. "Then I'll come back for silent morning sex," she grins.
"If we kick them outside we don't have to be silent."
"It's snowing," Brittany replies. She gets up and grabs her robe to wrap around herself, then she heads downstairs.
When she gets there she finds the coffee table flipped on its side and Ana has Max in a headlock on the floor. She takes a deep breath. "Ana. Let go of your brother right now," she says in a slow, controlled tone.
The two kids jump apart and scatter from each other. "I didn't do it!" They both shout. It's one thing to be disciplined by Santana, she's tough and always puts them in their spot, but Brittany rarely yells. Usually she's the easier parent to get by, but when she talks like that the kids know they're in serious trouble. It scares them more than their Mami's yelling.
Brittany crosses her arms. "I don't care who started it. You two will clean up the table and go to your rooms, got it?"
"But-" Ana, the ten year old that had always been an exact replica of Brittany, starts to object but quickly stops when she sees the look on Brittany's face. "C'mon Maxie," she huffs. She helps up her little brother and Britt hides a smile. She knows they'll do what she's told them.
"Me and Mami are going back to sleep for awhile, but we'll hear everything that happens. I have my special elf ears upstairs, got it?"
"Got it," the kids chorus.
Brittany goes back upstairs. When she gets back to their room she sheds her robe and dives back into bed. Quite literally. Santana laughs and pulls her under the covers.
"Is it wrong that I get turned on when you go angry Momma Bear on them?"
"Hmm, nope. Not of it works out for me in the end," Brittany replies, inching herself over her wife.
Santana wraps her arms around her. "Can we sell them off and go back to having really hot, really loud sex all the time?"
"You wouldn't last a day without them and we both know it." Brittany leans down and kisses Santana softly.
"Mmmm." Santana kisses her back. "Damnit. Now I just want family breakfast."
"Instead of sex?" Brittany kisses a trail down her neck slowly and Santana closes her eyes as she arches into it.
"Hmmm?"
Brittany lets her hand trail down her wife's body. "How about sex then breakfast?"
Santana's only reply is a nod as she bites her lips shut and tries to stifle her moan.
Brittany plans on making love to her wife, and then making chocolate chip peanut butter pancakes for her kids. A life as close to perfect as they can get.