Summer
Title: Summer
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In the summertime, when the weather is right...
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1280
Author's Notes: This was my first fic, I never posted it here, but since I'm doing that now... might as well post this too.
Summer.
Nothing was better than summer.
No stupid classes to worry about. No mandatory practices with coaches from the very pits of Hell itself. No worrying about keeping up your appearances constantly because you know if you make one false step, your social life as you know it is ruined because all eyes are on you as you walk down the halls, fingers wrapped together with your best friend's.
Santana loved the summer, and the summer loved her. It showed her this affection by shining its rays of sunshine all over her caramel-shaded skin as she sat beside Brittany's pool, lounging lazily in a chair as she soaked it all up clad in her barely-there bikini. She could do this all day. Likely, she would.
Or would have, had her friend not decided that she was tired of laying around and doing nothing, suddenly bounding up out of her chair and taking a flying leap into her pool in the blink of an eye, intentionally making sure the Latina got hit with as much of her splash as she could manage. Santana had known it had to be coming at some point, yet the cold water was still quite a wake-up call, and she immediately screeched out her disapproval at the blonde, sitting up in her seat, her mouth and eyes wide in shock as she sputtered out objections.
She was going to kill that girl! Especially if she didn't stop giggling at her right now! And continuing to splash her, sending more water over the rim of the pool and onto her legs, she better fucking stop that too.
Santana stared at her friend with this incredulous look, her fierce, dark eyes unavoidable. It was a look that told her friend exactly what she was thinking without even saying it. Brittany shot her a look in return, playful and teasing, begging to be retaliated against as she sent another particularly large wave at the other girl.
Oh hell no. Blondie wasn't going to get away with this without some payback, Santana wouldn't stand for it.
A wicked expression flashing on Santana's face, Brittany knew what she had coming for her, letting out a peal of laughter in anticipation as her schoolmate gracefully threw herself into the pool and chased after the blonde, who was already trying to get out of the way. To not get caught. To delay, to toy with each other.
They were all alone at her house today.
Tauntingly, Brittany swam away, close enough but just out of reach, her long legs, built for dancing, cutting their way through the water with ease. She looked over her shoulder as if just to check and see if she was being followed, though she knew she was.
She knew what was coming for her. The mere thought, the expectation of it, excited her.
When she reached the shallower end of the pool, Santana finally managed to grab hold of Brittany's foot, gripping it roughly and pulling her towards herself with it. Not letting her get away, not now, not now that she had her in her vices. Had her all to herself. She wrapped her arms around the girl to keep her close, pushing her roughly into the wall.
By now, they were both sharing grins that would make a cat jealous. Neither of them needed to say anything. They both knew precisely what was coming for them.
Bodies pressed together, Santana caged the taller woman with her arms on either side of her body, pinning her against the harsh texture of the stone at her back. Brittany liked that. Being trapped, absolutely not allowed to escape. The blonde let out an entirely delighted, completely unmistakably girlish noise, and she had the smile on to back it up. Santana would be lying if she didn't say she loved the girl. Her expressions, her mannerisms, her gorgeous body. Even her lack of brains. Her everything. It was her Brittany, and she wouldn't have her any other way. Santana was protective of her, possessive. She demanded kisses in reparations for being splashed without her consent.
Brittany would pay the price eagerly, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl's shoulders, behind her neck, drawing them closer together and deepening their connection. The pool might be cold, but she was warm all over inside. She gasped as her lover pressed a thigh between her legs, pushing them apart with force. She shuddered and Santana sucked at her lower lip, biting at her with a slight growl. She was an animal, it stated with no mistake, and she was going to eat Brittany right up.
She grinned as her top was untied by Brittany's roaming hands, as the blonde tugged it off, making it disappear as soon as she could. Santana thought that was a lovely idea, and reciprocated by forcing Brittany's off and over her head as well, leaning down to take one of the now-exposed mounds into her mouth. She licked around a rose-colored nipple, proud of her handiwork as she felt it harden beneath her snaking tongue.
Letting out a hiss of pleasure, Brittany began rubbing herself against Santana's upper leg through the fabric of her bathing suit bottom, pressing down at it in a rhythm. Santana took the hint and mirrored the motion.
Brittany tangled her fingers in her lover's dark mane of hair, holding her down to her breasts, wishing and willing her to stay there. To eat her up. She wanted Santana inside her so bad it hurt. She wrapped a leg around the other girl's waistline as she was picked up, pinned harder against the poolside. Her mouth hung open in silent gasps and moans as one of Santana's hands trailed hot lines across her body that made her fire blaze brighter. You better believe she noticed when that hand greedily made its way further and further down until it reached its real destination, Santana moving Brittany's bikini aside and pressing her fingers into her slick heat.
Brittany immediately grew louder, and dug her hands harder into her friend's scalp in automatic reaction, pulling her up by her hair to attack her lips with her own. She needed it, she needed this. She could feel the pressure building as her secret lover drove her fingers in and out, pushing her buttons in all the right ways, in all those perfect ways that made her writhe with this intense need.
Santana was curling her fingers inside the other girl, pressing her thumb in slow motions against her clit, gripping at her ass possessively as she swallowed down the milky-white blonde's pleased lovesounds. Claiming her as her own. They might not be able to shout it to the world, but there was no mistaking that they were together, not when they shared moments like this between each other when no one else was around to judge.
Another well-placed bite at her lip and a quickening of the hand filling her brought everything into vivid light as Brittany came for her lover, rocking against her fingers as she rode the sensations out. Grinding as Santana lengthened and stretched everything out for her. Her back arched backwards as she tightened inside, as her svelte body tremored and shook.
Pulling her face back just enough, Santana eagerly watched the emotions fall across Brittany's perfect face as the girl rolled her head back, her eyes tightly shut and her loud noises slowly falling off until she was biting at her lip silently, lazily, contentedly. Santana ate it all up as she watched, because it was all for her. Brittany had got exactly what she had coming to her.
Nothing was better than summer.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In the summertime, when the weather is right...
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 1280
Author's Notes: This was my first fic, I never posted it here, but since I'm doing that now... might as well post this too.
Summer.
Nothing was better than summer.
No stupid classes to worry about. No mandatory practices with coaches from the very pits of Hell itself. No worrying about keeping up your appearances constantly because you know if you make one false step, your social life as you know it is ruined because all eyes are on you as you walk down the halls, fingers wrapped together with your best friend's.
Santana loved the summer, and the summer loved her. It showed her this affection by shining its rays of sunshine all over her caramel-shaded skin as she sat beside Brittany's pool, lounging lazily in a chair as she soaked it all up clad in her barely-there bikini. She could do this all day. Likely, she would.
Or would have, had her friend not decided that she was tired of laying around and doing nothing, suddenly bounding up out of her chair and taking a flying leap into her pool in the blink of an eye, intentionally making sure the Latina got hit with as much of her splash as she could manage. Santana had known it had to be coming at some point, yet the cold water was still quite a wake-up call, and she immediately screeched out her disapproval at the blonde, sitting up in her seat, her mouth and eyes wide in shock as she sputtered out objections.
She was going to kill that girl! Especially if she didn't stop giggling at her right now! And continuing to splash her, sending more water over the rim of the pool and onto her legs, she better fucking stop that too.
Santana stared at her friend with this incredulous look, her fierce, dark eyes unavoidable. It was a look that told her friend exactly what she was thinking without even saying it. Brittany shot her a look in return, playful and teasing, begging to be retaliated against as she sent another particularly large wave at the other girl.
Oh hell no. Blondie wasn't going to get away with this without some payback, Santana wouldn't stand for it.
A wicked expression flashing on Santana's face, Brittany knew what she had coming for her, letting out a peal of laughter in anticipation as her schoolmate gracefully threw herself into the pool and chased after the blonde, who was already trying to get out of the way. To not get caught. To delay, to toy with each other.
They were all alone at her house today.
Tauntingly, Brittany swam away, close enough but just out of reach, her long legs, built for dancing, cutting their way through the water with ease. She looked over her shoulder as if just to check and see if she was being followed, though she knew she was.
She knew what was coming for her. The mere thought, the expectation of it, excited her.
When she reached the shallower end of the pool, Santana finally managed to grab hold of Brittany's foot, gripping it roughly and pulling her towards herself with it. Not letting her get away, not now, not now that she had her in her vices. Had her all to herself. She wrapped her arms around the girl to keep her close, pushing her roughly into the wall.
By now, they were both sharing grins that would make a cat jealous. Neither of them needed to say anything. They both knew precisely what was coming for them.
Bodies pressed together, Santana caged the taller woman with her arms on either side of her body, pinning her against the harsh texture of the stone at her back. Brittany liked that. Being trapped, absolutely not allowed to escape. The blonde let out an entirely delighted, completely unmistakably girlish noise, and she had the smile on to back it up. Santana would be lying if she didn't say she loved the girl. Her expressions, her mannerisms, her gorgeous body. Even her lack of brains. Her everything. It was her Brittany, and she wouldn't have her any other way. Santana was protective of her, possessive. She demanded kisses in reparations for being splashed without her consent.
Brittany would pay the price eagerly, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl's shoulders, behind her neck, drawing them closer together and deepening their connection. The pool might be cold, but she was warm all over inside. She gasped as her lover pressed a thigh between her legs, pushing them apart with force. She shuddered and Santana sucked at her lower lip, biting at her with a slight growl. She was an animal, it stated with no mistake, and she was going to eat Brittany right up.
She grinned as her top was untied by Brittany's roaming hands, as the blonde tugged it off, making it disappear as soon as she could. Santana thought that was a lovely idea, and reciprocated by forcing Brittany's off and over her head as well, leaning down to take one of the now-exposed mounds into her mouth. She licked around a rose-colored nipple, proud of her handiwork as she felt it harden beneath her snaking tongue.
Letting out a hiss of pleasure, Brittany began rubbing herself against Santana's upper leg through the fabric of her bathing suit bottom, pressing down at it in a rhythm. Santana took the hint and mirrored the motion.
Brittany tangled her fingers in her lover's dark mane of hair, holding her down to her breasts, wishing and willing her to stay there. To eat her up. She wanted Santana inside her so bad it hurt. She wrapped a leg around the other girl's waistline as she was picked up, pinned harder against the poolside. Her mouth hung open in silent gasps and moans as one of Santana's hands trailed hot lines across her body that made her fire blaze brighter. You better believe she noticed when that hand greedily made its way further and further down until it reached its real destination, Santana moving Brittany's bikini aside and pressing her fingers into her slick heat.
Brittany immediately grew louder, and dug her hands harder into her friend's scalp in automatic reaction, pulling her up by her hair to attack her lips with her own. She needed it, she needed this. She could feel the pressure building as her secret lover drove her fingers in and out, pushing her buttons in all the right ways, in all those perfect ways that made her writhe with this intense need.
Santana was curling her fingers inside the other girl, pressing her thumb in slow motions against her clit, gripping at her ass possessively as she swallowed down the milky-white blonde's pleased lovesounds. Claiming her as her own. They might not be able to shout it to the world, but there was no mistaking that they were together, not when they shared moments like this between each other when no one else was around to judge.
Another well-placed bite at her lip and a quickening of the hand filling her brought everything into vivid light as Brittany came for her lover, rocking against her fingers as she rode the sensations out. Grinding as Santana lengthened and stretched everything out for her. Her back arched backwards as she tightened inside, as her svelte body tremored and shook.
Pulling her face back just enough, Santana eagerly watched the emotions fall across Brittany's perfect face as the girl rolled her head back, her eyes tightly shut and her loud noises slowly falling off until she was biting at her lip silently, lazily, contentedly. Santana ate it all up as she watched, because it was all for her. Brittany had got exactly what she had coming to her.
Nothing was better than summer.