Can you do a prompt where Brittany is a heavy sleeper and was taking up the bed and Santana came back to bed and is trying to cuddle up to Britt but she can't get Britt to hold her and you can end it however you like lol
Still got one more I’m trying to get done tonight!!
Finals week had been hard enough on the newlyweds. Brittany’swork schedule had been out of control. Fourteen hour days, sometimes longer ifshe had to work over. Santana went to class during the day and bartended over theweekends. It didn’t leave much time forthem to enjoy the wonders of being married, young, and basically broke in NewYork. The only thing that kept Santana going on long nights at work was gettingto come home to Brittany.
It was a little before two in the morning when she found herway back into their small apartment. It was small and cramped, but it was theirs.They didn’t really mind too much. She peaked into the bedroom, not hersurprise, found Brittany passed out in the middle of the bed. Limbs spreadeverywhere, blankets half way on thefloor and Lord Tubbington sleeping on her pillow.
“We have a deal you fat bastard,” She scooped the cat up afew short seconds after entering the room. She sat him down on his cat bed andpatted his head. “If I find you back on my side of the bed when I get out ofthe shower, I will have a cat fur coat for the winter.” She just giggled toherself a little when the oversized feline meowed back loudly.
A few minutes later the brunette had the smell of bar off ofher. She changed into a tank-top and a pair of short shorts. The ones thatwould very likely get her early morning sex from her wife before she took offto go to work. She crawled into bed and pushed her wife onto her side gently.Santana sat on the side of the bed and pulled the covers back. Just as she wentto lean back, Brittany rolled back onto her stomach. Lodging her arm rightbehind Santana’s back. Santana huffed giving her wife another small push.
“Babe,” She sighed out as she brushed the hair away fromBrittany’s neck. She kissed her softly on the back of her neck. “Honey, I needyou to move so I can get in bed.”
Brittany’s hand flew behind her and almost clipped Santanain the face. “Tubbs stop. I told you I’m not a mermaid. I don’t taste likeTuna.” She mumbled out softly.
Santana growled lowly in her throat when she pushed Brittanya little harder. “Honey, you need to get on your side of the bed. I need room.”
Brittany just pushed back into the middle of the bed. “Tubbs,stop trying to throw me off the moving train. “
Santana was over it. She had been working since two thisafternoon. It was almost twelve hours later, all she wanted to do was sleep andcuddle with her wife. She gave up tryingto wake Brittany up. She went around tothe side of the bed Brittany was facing. She grabbed her arms and draped itover her waist and pulled the covers up.
Brittany pulled her close and nuzzled her face into Santana’shair. “Tubbs, I need to give you a hair cut. Why is your fur wet? Are youtrying to swim after fish? Get out of here.” Brittany pushed Santana awayalmost knocking her out of the bed.
“God damn it. That’s it,” Santana went into the living roomand grabbed the bottle marked ‘Bad Kitty’ off the coffee table and came backinto their bedroom. “You had your chance, Pierce.” Santana turned the bottlenozzle from mist to spray and shot Brittany right on the back of the neck withit a couple times.
Brittany shot up out of bed looking at Santana veryconfused, “What the hell, honey?”
Santana pointed at the bruise that was forming at on her arm. “Youshoved me out of the bed. It’s only fair payback. If you’re going to fallasleep before I get home from work, you need to sleep on the couch. I neverhave trouble waking you up in the living room. You sleep like the dead when you’rein our bed. I don’t know what the difference is, but I just want to sleep.”
Brittany pulled the covers back and pulled Santana’s pillow right beside hers. “Babe, I’m sorry. I guess I was dreamingreally deeply. Will you come get in bed with me?” Brittany just gave her bigpuppy dog eyes.
“I will, only because I’m exhausted. “ She crawled in bedbeside Brittany. “You better make me breakfast in the morning for this.” Shemotioned towards her arm.
Brittany leaned down and kissed the tiny bruise. “Anythingyou want, babe.”
