Prompt: Iceskating
Iceskating
You and Santana had been best of friends ever since you were in kindergarden together. You always knew how each other felt, what each other wanted to do and you always knew what each other was thinking.
You had fond memories of sitting in the book corner in kindergarden with your head in Santana's lap surrounded by every colour of beanbag and cushion and, a wide variety of cuddly toys, while she sang the theme tune of Barney & Friends to you or read you your favourite story 'We're Going On A Bear Hunt' in an effort to try and stop you from crying. Or climbing the huge oak tree in Santana's abula's back garden and stuffing your faces with every kind of sweet that you had bought only a matter of minutes earlier before they were all devoured. Or the time in freshman year of high school when you and Santana skipped school and trekked up the highest hill in Lima for a pick-nick. And under the very grand Oak Tree where you laid your pink unicorn blanket and ate peanut butter, jam and jelly sandwiches, you shared your very first kiss and it was also the place where at 15 you said, for the very first time, "I Love You" to each other. Or the day when you moved into the loft apartment together in New York which you still live in together today. All these memories replayed in your mind as you stared at the beautiful human being, peacefully fast asleep next to you, that you are so lucky to get to call your girlfriend. You smiled to yourself as you admired the Latino, tucked up in the unicorn duvet which she bought you for your birthday, lightly snoring next to you. You placed a delicate kiss to her slightly furrowed forehead and ever so gently got out of the warm comfort of your bed. As soon as you got out of the bed the freezing cold air of your apartment hit you. You shivered and found Santana's grey hoodie on the chair by your bedside. You picked it up and put it on as you drew back the heavy black curtain that separated the bedroom from the rest of the apartment. Tip toeing to the kitchen you carefully got out all the things you needed to make pancakes and began to prepare them. You were quietly humming along to the old fashioned radio that sat on the kitchen windowsill, flipping a pancake when you felt a pair of cold hands snake under the hoodie you were wearing and three soft, warm kisses planted on your neck. You slightly jumped at the cold sensation on your warm stomach and then you heard the infectious giggle that instantly made you smile, vibrate against your neck as Santana hugged you from behind. "Good morning beautiful." she said in her raspy morning voice that made the smile on your lips grow. "Morning baby." You replied as you turned the stove off, placed the cooked pancake on the nearby plate and turned around and kissed your beautiful girlfriend good morning. You both smiled into the kiss and pulled each other closer. It was only then when Santana shivered that you realised she was only wearing a pair of Christmas boxers which she bought when you went Christmas shopping the other day. You pulled away to admire her perfectly toned body. "Take a picture it'll last longer." Santana giggled. You smiled and placed a loving kiss on her plump lips that formed a beautiful smile. "How am I supposed to serve you breakfast in bed if your not in bed?" You said, and with that Santana pecked your lips, laughed and made her way back to bed. You filled two glasses with cool fresh orange juice, placed them on the whisker tray with the two plates of pancakes drizzled with syrup and the vase of flowers and made your way into the bedroom to serve your beautiful girlfriend breakfast in bed. You walked in to find Santana tucked up under the covers smiling at you. You giggled at how cute she look and placed the tray in the middle of bed and said in a fake posh accent, "Breakfast is served ma'am." She laughed at your failed attempts to be posh as you pulled back the covers to get in to the warm cozy comfort of the bed. You placed a gentle meaningful kiss on Santana's lips before the both of you started to enjoy your breakfast.
After you both polished of the amazing breakfast you made you placed the tray on the bedside table and snuggled into Santana's side. She pulled you closer as you tangled your legs together. Santana kissed the top of your head and you looked up at her and asked "What are we doing today then?". She shrugged and replied "Whatever you wanna do my love, as long as I get to spend the day with you I don't mind what we do." You smiled and kissed her. You then had an amazing idea. "How about we go iceskating?" You practically shouted. Santana groaned. You giggled at her and placed a kiss on her lips. "Come on it'll be fun baby!"
"But I can't ice skate." Santana moaned. You made the cutest face you could and said in a childish voice "Pweeeeeeese baby!" The corners of her lips raised slightly but she still managed to keep a straight and stern face. "I promise I won't let you fall. Pleeeeeeeeeese baby." You batted your eyes and stuck your bottom lip out. She eventually giggle and rolled her eyes in defeat and said "Fine. But if I fall I'm gunna kill you." As soon as the first word came out of her mouth you jumped on top of her and planted kisses all over her. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You repeated over and over again after each kiss.
You jumped out of bed and made your way over to the clothing rail where Santana kept her clothes. You rummaged through the many clothes that were on the rail and pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans, a simple white t-shirt that said something on it in a different language and Santana's favourite leather jacket. You throw them on the bed and chose the clothes that you were going to wear. You picked out similar to what you chose for Santana and you both made your way to the bathroom for a shower.
You placed both of the outfits on the small rack in the corner of the bathroom while Santana started the shower. She wrapped her arms around you, just like she had done this morning, and placed small gentle kisses on your neck and ear. She gently undressed you and took your hand and lead you into the shower. The hot water hit you both and instantly made you feel refreshed. You grabbed the shower gel from the side, squeezed a generous amount into the palm of your hand and began rubbing it onto Santana's back. You began massaging her and with every small squeeze you gave her shoulders a small and quiet moan escaped her slightly parted lips. Every now and then you placed random kisses to her shoulder or neck and she would let out a tiny moan. After you finished massaging her you washed the soap suds off her body and you swapped placed so she could wash you.
After you had finished showering you got out and took it in turns to dry and dress each other. When you had finished helping Santana get dressed you spun her around and placed a sweet kiss on her lips and she giggled. You made your way out of the bathroom and got ready to go out. You checked the weather on your phone and it said it was -6 degrees outside so you both put on a warm coat, gloves and a scarf. You found the matching unicorn hats you had bought Santana last Christmas and put in on Santana's head, being careful not to mess up her hair. You kissed her cherry Chapstick lips and made your way out of the door ready to go iceskating.
You made your way through the busy, overcrowded streets of New York arm in arm until you got to the ice rink. Hundreds of people were packed around the sides watching as people of all ages tried their hand at ice skating. When you got your tickets and queued up to get your skates, you started to notice that all the people that were iceskating fell into three brackets. Those who could skate and this clearly wasn't their first time at skating due to the way they whizzed around the rink at speed squeezing themselves through the smallest of gaps and still managing to stay up right. Those who weren't the best at skating but managed to fall over only a couple of times. And then there were those who couldn't skate to save their lives. They clung, white knuckled, to the side of the rink with terrified plastered all over there faces. You wondered what bracket you and Santana would fall into?
You finally got to the front of the queue and exchanged your shoes for a pair of ice skates. You sat down on a bench in the corner as you put on the skates. You had done this a few times before so it only took you a few minutes before you were ready to go. You looked at your right to see Santana clearly struggling to put on her first skate. You giggled and bent down to help her. You smiled up at her and you could see she was starting to get nervous. You finished putting on her skates for her and you stood up and helped her up with you. You laced your fingers with hers and leaned in to her to place a gentle and loving kiss on her lips which silently said "It's going to be ok. I will keep you safe." She knew what it meant and she smiled into the kiss. You pulled away and the frown on her face that was there before had gone and she seemed a little more comfortable. You helped her walk to the entrance where a guy checked your skates and you could make your way onto the ice. You went first and you held your hand out for a very unsure looking Santana. "It's ok baby you will be find I promise." You reassured her. She took your hand and ever so gingerly placed one foot onto the ice. She looked up at you with worry on her face and you gave her a calming smile. She reciprocated the smile and joined you on the ice. She let out a tiny squeal and gripped your hand and the railing tightly. "That's it baby." You said as she started gingerly moving on the ice.
After a few hesitant moves she finally got the hang of skating and in no time you are having races around the rink. The first race you let her win but then after that you won all the other races you had. Santana then gave up racing you and she took your mitten clad hand and lead you round the rink. Every now and then you would stop and pull each other close and kiss. When the man over the speaker announced it was time to leave you both groaned and made your way with everyone else to the exit.
Once you exchanged your skates for your shoes and put them on you made your way out, arm in arm, onto the crowed streets of New York giggling about your first time iceskating together.
