fic: Goosebumps
Title: Goosebumps
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: For her, Santana and goosebumps came together as a whole. Like ducks and ponds. Brittany's POV
Spoilers: none
AN: Pure fluff, inspired on a my personal knack for goosebumps. Oh, mild sexual references.
Goosebumps
For her, Santana and goosebumps came together as a whole. Like ducks and ponds. It was something that couldn't be divided, as they fused in most of her memories from their relationship. If she were to make a list of the things she liked the most, those two would probably hit the top spots. Santana and goosebumps were a single thing for her.
Like the time when they started elementary school. They couldn't sit one next to the other, as they had done in kindergarten. Santana was seating right behind her, but Brittany had soon realized that if she turned too many times to talk to her or ask her to tie her shoelaces, the teacher would send her to the principal's office, and that scared her. A lot. So Santana had come up with an idea: she would blow lightly at her nape, making her all goosebumpy, and after that she would pass her a note, or a little drawing, or put a piece of candy in her hand. Sometimes Santana just blew at her neck and then put her palm under her desk so that she could hold hands with her. It made her feel all warm inside, and every time she felt the tingle under her blonde pigtails she couldn't help but smile.
It also reminded her of many sleepovers at one house or the other, when they were nine years old and they would play tickle fight. Santana knew that she was extremely ticklish, and at some moment she would jump on top of her without any warning, with her fingers ready to attack. Tickles gave her goosebumps, and she laughed so hard at the mere touch of her friend that Santana had to cover her mouth with on of her hands every time, so that they wouldn't wake everyone else up.
Or when they were twelve, and kept having sleepovers. They still had tickle fights, but not as often. What Santana really liked back then were horror stories. She had a huge collection, and every time they spent the night together she read one to her, leaving only a small lamp on. Santana's favorite ones were the Goosebumps series, and she owned all of them. Brittany found them really scary, but she just let her read them, because as soon as she started shaking with fear, Santana would hold her hand and smile at her, making her feel safe and mushy all inside, like it was worth the fright.
Then there was the time they'd gone to their first party over at Puck's. They were fourteen, and as recent Cheerios, they were top dogs in WHMS, which came with the benefit of being invited to one of his parties. Someone, probably Puck himself, had managed to get some booze and it was the first time Santana got wasted. She wasn't really sober either, but Santana could barely walk, so she'd taken her out to the backyard to get some fresh air. They were both seating on the lawn, Santana berating about something that didn't make much sense, while she was quiet, feeling her skin get all the goosebumps from the cool November night. The Latina had stopped talking, and she had looked over at her, with gleaming eyes. Next thing she knew, she was being kissed full on the mouth, Santana's hand on her arms, sending the familiar shivers up and down her spine that she already associated with her friend. That was the first time they'd kissed.
Santana made her feel goosebumps like right now, as she kissed her on the side of her neck, her warm breath caressing her skin and making her spasm in such a pleasant way that seemed to good to be true. She shivered everytime the Latina touched her, or smirked or even looked at her. It was uncontrollable, as if her body could feel her presence and wanted to express how much it wanted and needed Santana. It was the same feeling she got when they were in bed, and when she felt all the lust building up inside of her, in anticipation of huge orgasm. It made her want to grab Santana's face with both hands and kiss her senseless, only to show her how happy she made her and how much she needed her.
Santana stopped pursuing her lips against hers to look deep into her eyes.
'Hey B, are you okay?'
'Yeah, you just gave me the goosebumps'.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: For her, Santana and goosebumps came together as a whole. Like ducks and ponds. Brittany's POV
Spoilers: none
AN: Pure fluff, inspired on a my personal knack for goosebumps. Oh, mild sexual references.
Goosebumps
For her, Santana and goosebumps came together as a whole. Like ducks and ponds. It was something that couldn't be divided, as they fused in most of her memories from their relationship. If she were to make a list of the things she liked the most, those two would probably hit the top spots. Santana and goosebumps were a single thing for her.
Like the time when they started elementary school. They couldn't sit one next to the other, as they had done in kindergarten. Santana was seating right behind her, but Brittany had soon realized that if she turned too many times to talk to her or ask her to tie her shoelaces, the teacher would send her to the principal's office, and that scared her. A lot. So Santana had come up with an idea: she would blow lightly at her nape, making her all goosebumpy, and after that she would pass her a note, or a little drawing, or put a piece of candy in her hand. Sometimes Santana just blew at her neck and then put her palm under her desk so that she could hold hands with her. It made her feel all warm inside, and every time she felt the tingle under her blonde pigtails she couldn't help but smile.
It also reminded her of many sleepovers at one house or the other, when they were nine years old and they would play tickle fight. Santana knew that she was extremely ticklish, and at some moment she would jump on top of her without any warning, with her fingers ready to attack. Tickles gave her goosebumps, and she laughed so hard at the mere touch of her friend that Santana had to cover her mouth with on of her hands every time, so that they wouldn't wake everyone else up.
Or when they were twelve, and kept having sleepovers. They still had tickle fights, but not as often. What Santana really liked back then were horror stories. She had a huge collection, and every time they spent the night together she read one to her, leaving only a small lamp on. Santana's favorite ones were the Goosebumps series, and she owned all of them. Brittany found them really scary, but she just let her read them, because as soon as she started shaking with fear, Santana would hold her hand and smile at her, making her feel safe and mushy all inside, like it was worth the fright.
Then there was the time they'd gone to their first party over at Puck's. They were fourteen, and as recent Cheerios, they were top dogs in WHMS, which came with the benefit of being invited to one of his parties. Someone, probably Puck himself, had managed to get some booze and it was the first time Santana got wasted. She wasn't really sober either, but Santana could barely walk, so she'd taken her out to the backyard to get some fresh air. They were both seating on the lawn, Santana berating about something that didn't make much sense, while she was quiet, feeling her skin get all the goosebumps from the cool November night. The Latina had stopped talking, and she had looked over at her, with gleaming eyes. Next thing she knew, she was being kissed full on the mouth, Santana's hand on her arms, sending the familiar shivers up and down her spine that she already associated with her friend. That was the first time they'd kissed.
Santana made her feel goosebumps like right now, as she kissed her on the side of her neck, her warm breath caressing her skin and making her spasm in such a pleasant way that seemed to good to be true. She shivered everytime the Latina touched her, or smirked or even looked at her. It was uncontrollable, as if her body could feel her presence and wanted to express how much it wanted and needed Santana. It was the same feeling she got when they were in bed, and when she felt all the lust building up inside of her, in anticipation of huge orgasm. It made her want to grab Santana's face with both hands and kiss her senseless, only to show her how happy she made her and how much she needed her.
Santana stopped pursuing her lips against hers to look deep into her eyes.
'Hey B, are you okay?'
'Yeah, you just gave me the goosebumps'.