Sweet || Brittany & Santana
Title: Sweet
Characters: Brittany and Santana
Summary: Sweet. Santana, who laid there snuggled close to the warm, sleeping blonde once again, decided her Brittany tasted sweet.
Dsclaimer: Obviously I own nothing.
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Sweet.
Santana, who laid there snuggled close to the warm, sleeping blonde once again, decided her Brittany tasted sweet. Sure, she smelled like summer, but her taste was very oh-so-sweet. It reminded the Latina girl of hot chocolate, or maybe cotton candy?
She tasted like those icy, homemade ice cube, kool-aid pops they made when they were little. Like the middle of a smore, when the marshmallow would melt the chocolate and they would mix together.
Brittany rolled over, facing Santana, and she must've been having a good dream because a smile raised the corners of her lips. Santana couldn't resist leaning over and placing a quick kiss on them. She tasted the sweetness again. Like a chilled scoop of banana ice cream or a frozen strawberry smoothie.
Sweet like the icing on top of the cake Brittany would always insist on eating instead of the cake itself. Brittany was all sweet. Santana was pretty convinced if you took a bat to her best friend, sweet, sweet candy would fall out. Not like she'd ever do that though! If anyone would ever dare lay a hand on the blonde, they would know personally what it felt like to be a pinata.
Santana had to tell the truth though. She's always been a spicy girl. Salsa, enchiladas, they were always her thing. But she also had to admit, as she brought her lips against Brittany's one last time before falling asleep, at the end of the day, she'd always be a sucker for something sweet.
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Characters: Brittany and Santana
Summary: Sweet. Santana, who laid there snuggled close to the warm, sleeping blonde once again, decided her Brittany tasted sweet.
Dsclaimer: Obviously I own nothing.
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Sweet.
Santana, who laid there snuggled close to the warm, sleeping blonde once again, decided her Brittany tasted sweet. Sure, she smelled like summer, but her taste was very oh-so-sweet. It reminded the Latina girl of hot chocolate, or maybe cotton candy?
She tasted like those icy, homemade ice cube, kool-aid pops they made when they were little. Like the middle of a smore, when the marshmallow would melt the chocolate and they would mix together.
Brittany rolled over, facing Santana, and she must've been having a good dream because a smile raised the corners of her lips. Santana couldn't resist leaning over and placing a quick kiss on them. She tasted the sweetness again. Like a chilled scoop of banana ice cream or a frozen strawberry smoothie.
Sweet like the icing on top of the cake Brittany would always insist on eating instead of the cake itself. Brittany was all sweet. Santana was pretty convinced if you took a bat to her best friend, sweet, sweet candy would fall out. Not like she'd ever do that though! If anyone would ever dare lay a hand on the blonde, they would know personally what it felt like to be a pinata.
Santana had to tell the truth though. She's always been a spicy girl. Salsa, enchiladas, they were always her thing. But she also had to admit, as she brought her lips against Brittany's one last time before falling asleep, at the end of the day, she'd always be a sucker for something sweet.
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