Reminder, this is part of the *The Werewolf and The Witch Verse*

It was the fourth of July, an all American holiday. Brittany loved all holidays so Santana had always indulged her wife. This year in particular, the Lopez' were coming over. It had been months since she last saw her family, especially her father who she had only seen once this year and even longer since they had seen their grandchildren. As a renowned doctor in their own town, Alvaro was a busy man and as per her mother request stayed clear of any supernatural business so Santana couldn't even meet with him during her trips to Salem. She looked forward to seeing him the most. She just hoped he would come this time.

Santana was currently in the kitchen, preparing the food for the evening barbecue while Brittany was supposed to do the outside preparations, insisting she didn't need any help. Santana really wanted to help her nearly six month pregnant wife but she had to control her overprotective urges and with her wife stubbornness and growing belly, it was getting harder by the day. The brunette had agreed to stay out of the backyard as long as her wife didn't do any heavy lifting, or lifting at all; she didn't trust what Brittany considered as 'heavy', considering her enhanced wolf strength.

The meat was about ready for the grill, and she just had some side dishes to finish up. Santana didn't even bother with the salad. Her mother was coming and it was just pointless to even attempt it. Maribel would take one look at any attempt she had made and would just redo it anyway. She insisted on making her family salad dish and apparently no one was able to copy it. Not even Santana.

Santana was washing the dishes when Brittany came in, sweat dripping from her forehead and narrowed her eyes at her wife. Thankfully, the blonde didn't look tired. Though, she couldn't help but smile at Brittany's protruding belly peaking from under her shirt, a gentle reminder of their bond and love.

Though she still worried her wife had worked herself too hard, Santana bit her lip also trying really hard not to eat her wife with her eyes. Brittany wasn't even wearing anything provocative; loose sweat pants and a plain blue shirt. She should not look that sexy to Santana. But there was just something about a pregnant Brittany that turned her on, it was like her wife had this glow about her that to Santana she looked more beautiful everyday.

It was also fair to remind that lately, Santana was also very sexually frustrated.

"Hey, hun!" Brittany greeted, happily strutting to the sink to place a quick kiss on a warm cheek; not saying anything about her wife's apparent blush.

"Hey, Britt." Santana smiled, trying to disguise her discomfort and inappropriate feeling between her legs.

"I'm done!" Brittany said with a satisfied smile. "I just need to hop in the shower before your family gets here."

And then Santana almost lost it.

Her face was nearly in flames at the thought of a wet Brittany sliding her hands all over her glistening wet body as she washed herself clean. Her brain would take any excuse to take her mind into the gutter.

"…don't want your mother to see me like this." Brittany said as an afterthought before leaving the kitchen, Santana caught the end of the sentence and her mother's image was enough to keep Santana cooled down for a bit.

All Santana really wanted to do was finish up in the kitchen and just go upstairs to ravish her wife, not even caring about any of their upcoming guests. But she couldn't. Not for any other reason than she wanted to respect Brittany's wishes.

Brittany had been acting strange lately. Stranger than usual.

At first, she started sleeping much earlier than Santana; which was already unusual but the brunette didn't think much of it on the first week. But then Brittany was making excuses not to shower together, and eventually didn't initiate any other sexual contact with Santana. And that was the worrying factor for Santana.

One thing that Santana had come to learn about Brittany, as a pregnant werewolf, was that she was always aroused. Not even a month ago, she was ravishing Santana at any given time. Literally at anytime, anywhere.

Her body just worked different than normal people, Santana guessed. She never understood exactly how Brittany's body dealt with pregnancy. After the first trimester, the blonde seemed to lose most of her wolf enhanced abilities; on certain occasions even feeling weaker than a normal human. But one thing that Santana seemed to grasp about her condition was that she never ever lost her libido. Not just during a few months of the pregnancy, like humans usually have, but if Jax's pregnancy attested to anything was that the period of high hormones and high sexual desire lasted throughout most of the pregnancy, if not all of it.

Her string of thoughts brought back memories that made Santana squeeze her legs together as her face heat up. Though she couldn't help the silly smile as she thought of the fond memory from nearly a month ago.

FlashBack

They had just won another round at Quinn's weekly game night with their friends. Mercedes was currently complaining about Brittany and Santana cheating with all their looks and whatever 'silent secret language' they shared when Santana called her a sore loser before excusing herself to the bathroom.

She had just finished washing up and started making her way back to the living room when a hand sneaked from behind and covered her mouth as she felt another hand pulling her at the waist, Santana felt the moist breath on her neck and she knew right away who it was.

The hand on her mouth loosen as Santana relaxed into the familiar touch and she muttered warningly "Britt, what are you doing?"

Brittany didn't answer, pulling Santana against the nearest wall and sneaking her hand inside Santana's loose blouse with a sly grin as she leaned in to kiss and nip at her exposed collarbone.

"B-Britt…"Santana groaned as her arousal grew with each sensual touch against her skin. As skilled hands massaged her breast and gave it a tug at her sensitive nipple; Brittany knew her too damn well.

Santana found her bearings and still managed to rasp out. "N-not here, babe-ee,"

The term of endearment dragging out and sounding almost obscene, Brittany growled against her neck in response, biting behind her ear before husking "But I want you," She trailed down kisses and Santana lost herself at the feeling of Brittany's wet mouth marking what was hers and her tongue licking her way down to the top of her breast, for a moment forgetting where she was.

"Now."

The guttural way she muttered the word lost any resolve Santana had left.

Brittany pushed her legs between her wife's and Santana whimpered pathetically at the added friction; the seam of her jeans brushing deliciously against her clit.

Santana nodded frantically, biting at her lip hard as she pushed herself down against her wife's leg, already desperate for more. For some reason, Santana was constantly aroused by her wife as well. If Brittany was game, she would help out anyway she could. Always eager to please. She let Brittany take her anyway she pleased.

Brittany pulled her roughly by the shirt, bringing her impossibly close and wrapping her arms around her thin waist as she flexed her bare thigh into Santana's heat.

Santana muffled her cries by kissing Brittany fiercely, their tongues immediately finding each other.

Brittany backed her wife in the direction of the nearest door. Literally punching the door open with her free hand; luckily it didn't break. Santana couldn't even register if Brittany actually closed the door behind her or not, because before she could even think, Brittany was already pushing her up against another wall, too caught up in her Santana haze to even check if there was a bed in the room; or even people for that matter.

The frantic kissing and the panting didn't stop Brittany from unbuttoning her wife's jeans with one hand and pulling them down slightly, enough to make some room before she sneaked her fingers past the fabric of her already soaking underwear. Santana stilled in place, mouth open in a chocked up moan. Brittany covered the puffy lips with her own in a gentler kiss, muffling the following scream as she stroked her wife's nub between her fingers.

"Bri-"

Santana couldn't even finish her name, it felt too good. Brittany knew just what to do and where to press to make Santana lose herself. Her deft fingers dipped into slick the entrance that greedily swallowed them in. Brittany groaned into Santana's already swollen mouth as she started pumping firm thrusts into her wife.

Desperate for some friction as the ache burned her from inside, Brittany lifted her dress enough to rub her soaked core against Santana thigh as her fingers curled inside her wife.

Santana threw her hand back with a breathless moan as Brittany sucked at her neck eagerly. Her movements becoming frantic and rushed as she got close to her own release, rutting onto Santana's tone leg desperately.

"Fuck,"

With the way she cursed, Santana knew she was closer and as the jerky movements against her thigh came to an abrupt stop Santana knew she was there. It was probably the hottest thing for Santana to see her wife coming just from grinding on her leg, biting at Santana's shoulder to muffle her noises. Santana hissed at the sting, but Brittany's hand hadn't stopped and the combination was enough to send Santana tumbling through her own orgasm.

Santana shivered, feeling her lower half twitch at the memory.

She sighed, remembering how Quinn suspiciously asked what happened to her shoulder that night even after Santana had tried to hide it with her blouse. Quinn just muttered something about hoping they didn't do anything gross, though Santana had a feeling everyone in the room had an idea of what had happened.

Some shouting coming from the hallway brought Santana's attention back from her heated musings. The woman would just have to deal with the uncomfortable sticky mess between her legs later.

"Tia Ana!" She heard Olivia squealing in the next room and she rushed to get a peek at the visitor.

"Hey my favorite dulces!" A tall brunette stood at the front door, her arms opened and engulfing the kids in a group hug.

Santana smiled as she watched her sister interact with her kids. Overall, her sister didn't look much like her either physically or personality wise. The young woman was possibly a perfect mix of her parents; it was hard telling who she looked like. But all Lopez children had the same smile and deep eyes.

"So, are you leaving just cause I got here?" She stood up and teased the children pointing at their clothes and shoes.

"No!" Both shook their head insistently, and Jax looked down feeling guilty for leaving.

"Never, Tia!" Olivia shouted louder than necessary, attaching herself to her aunt's leg and pleading with her eyes. Ana laughed before she caressed the girl's loose curls before placing a gentle kiss at the top of her head.

"Sarah is taking us to the park." Jax tried to explain, he seemed conflicted between the joy of going out with Sarah and the guilty of leaving his favorite aunt.

"Jax! I told you not to open the door to strangers." Santana reprehended him, but sent him a wink to reassure the boy she wasn't serious as she stepped into the hall.

"Hey, I'm offended." Ana retorted back with a hand to her chest in mock hurt.

The older woman rolled her eyes at her sister before questioning her with a lift of her eyebrow. "Nita, what are you doing here?"

"Oh great to see you too!" Ana said folding her arms and sporting the all too familiar Lopez sarcastic look.

"And don't blame the kid, Tana." She defended her nephew pulling him closer to her in a side hug. Santana just looked at her confused.

"I opened the door on my own. You should really check your security spells."

Brown eyes widen and Santana was about to call her sister a not particular nice name when there was a knock at the opened door.

All eyes turned to the entrance as a blonde teenager stood there. "Hey," she timidly said, not really confortable interrupting people's conversation.

"Oh Sara." Santana breathed out, looking very thankful as she stepped closer to her goddaughter.

"Please take them from this woman." She rushed the kids towards the young girl and Jax and Olive giggled on the way, waving frantically at their aunt as they followed Sarah out of the house.

"Don't stay out too late!" Santana reminded them, as they were supposed to be back for the barbecue and family reunion.

"Ow, aren't you a cute mama bear?" Ana teased and Santana playfully slapped her on the arm.

"Shut up and come with me, Nita. I need help prepping." The younger woman groaned but dragged her feet to the kitchen at her sister's request.

They assigned chores; or Santana did, and they caught up on the last few months as Santana finished her baked beans and Ana washed some dishes for her.

Ana had just finished drying and storing her last plate when Santana changed the subject.

"You still haven't answered why you are here." She made sure to remind her sister.

"You invited me, pendeja." Ana answered back with a smirk.

"Hey, watch your mouth." The older woman scolded, pointing to the living room.

"Sorry, Tana." Ana gave her an apologetic look, she was used to cursing with her sister; it was just how they worked most of the time, but she always forgot to watch herself when they were in Santana's house. And according to Brittany, no cursing was allowed.

"I didn't think you would come." Santana picked up the conversation. "And you didn't confirm anything." As always, she left that part out. Not that Santana wasn't happy with her sister's visit but she was definitely not expecting it; Ana was just too unpredictable. But to be fair, it wasn't the first time she had showed up unannounced.

"Sorry, I was in town. So why not?" Ana replied with a shrug as she dried her hand in a cloth and stepped closer to her sister.

Santana sighed with a shake of her head, understanding it was just how her sister was. It was too late to change that.

"How's the favorita?"

"What?" Santana startled at the name, she could never get used to her sister's teasing about being their mother's favorite child.

"You know you are." Ana brushed her sister's shoulder, with a small smile. She was almost giggling at Santana's apparent discomfort before reassuring her sister.

"No worries, Tana. You know I don't mind." She said, lowering herself enough to rest her head on Santana's. "You took more care of me than anyone else," She quickly kissed the top of her head, though Santana hated that Ana was tall enough to do that, she appreciated the gesture. She could hear the sincerity in her sister's voice and couldn't control her growing smile.

"even if in your own way." Ana couldn't help teasing her sister even if a little bit. "Plus I was never as powerful as you, anyway. Good luck carrying the burden." She pulled away from Santana breaking the moment, and then bumped their hips at the end.

"Gee, thanks." Santana mumbled back, though she was grateful her sister didn't seem to hold any resentment towards her.

There was a moment of silence between them, when Santana remembered something about their last holiday celebration.

"She seemed fond of you on Christmas."

"Ugh, are we bitter now?" Ana said, but she knew it wasn't what Santana meant at all.

"Nah," Santana rolled her eyes at her sister, before turning off the stove. "She wanted to spend time with you, Nita."

Ana rolled her eyes back, thinking 'yeah right' but she sensed her sister wasn't telling everything as the older woman subtly pressed her lip as she leaned on the counter. She wasn't in the mood for stalling anyway so she just gave the tiny brunette a pointed look and waited for her to crack.

"Ugh, Ok." Santana relented breaking their eye contact as she shook her head. "It's just that I wish you or Mami had called earlier. Britt was upset for a while. And you know how I am." She tried to play it off.

"Yeah, you can't see Britt sad." Santana nodded, as her sister coughed slightly, something that sounded a lot like 'whipped' which earned her a sharp glare from the other woman.

"It turned out great though, everyone had a lot of fun with Britt's family." Santana continued, she really didn't regret their vacation, it had been amazing and encouraged the couple to have another baby in the end. She just wished her part of the family had been more considerate to her.

There was another moment of silence, where Santana went back to preparing the food and Ana stood still just gazing at her sister and pondering if she should say something or not. She wasn't one to hold back anyway, so she just went for it.

"Tana…you should know." Ana started, making Santana halt her actions and just look at her. "She only dragged me because she didn't want to keep you away from your family on Christmas."

Santana stared dumbly in surprise, she would never have guessed her mother would care that much. Ana laughed at her sister's agape expression and just patted her on the back.

"Told ya. You are still the favorite."

That seemed to bring Santana back as she gave her sister a pointed look which Ana responded with a nonchalant shrug.

"Anyway, the witch will arrive shortly, we should stop talking about her." Santana couldn't help chuckling along with her sister. She loved her mother but both knew how overbearing she could be in the end.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang.

Both women look at each other wide eyed.

"Did you really have to say that?" Santana complained, nearly slapping her sister in the arm, already knowing exactly who was at the door.

Hello my fellow lifeforms!

It's been a while since I upload anything for this verse, but your response to Luck of the Almost Irish was just so amazing that I decided to in fact write and publish the 4th of July special even if soooo late.

I'm still on the fence about the prequel, so I'll have to think about that.

Let me know if you liked the premise and if I should continue for this one. I think this will be a three shot but we'll see.

Also this is unbeta'd so all mistakes are totally mine and I apologize for my messy writing. And my Spanish is not the best so I'm sorry if I screwed it up.

Ducks.