fic: Protection
Title: Protection
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Summary: Burt Hummel's advice has some consequences on Brittany.
Spoilers: Laryingitis
AN: Just a short drabble I thought based on one of Brittany's awesome one-liners...
Protection
Brittany landed softly on her back on top of her bed, and Santana straddled her, placing kisses all along her neck and collar bone. The blonde's moans made the Latina smirk, as she always did when she was proud of her good work. Her hands ran avidly up and down Brittany's thighs, making her way under the Cheerios skirt.
Santana was horny, there was no other way of putting it. They hadn't had sex in a whole week, as she had some relatives staying at her house, and at Brittany's it was impossible to get out of sight from her younger sister. Luckily, the little girl had a spelling-bee contest that Friday, and her parents were driving her to a near city. Brittany had insisted that they stayed the night, just to make sure they weren't too sleepy on their way back. And so, after a whole week worth of teasing-but-no-pleasing, Santana was burning up, making Brittany twitch at her touch.
She had just helped the blonde one out of her top and she was grinding heavily against her body, nipping on her neck as she did, working the hook of her bra with one hand and running her fingers along the elastic waistband of her panties. Santana had a greedy look on her eyes when she finally unhooked the bra and smiled at her before making her way to her breasts.
In between her heavy panting and moans, Brittany managed to say: "Wait, San", placing her hands on her hair. The other one groaned, half-turned on from the foreplay, half-annoyed from being interrupted and met her blue eyes. "Wait," she repeated, breathing in and out, "shouldn't we put on a burglar's alarm?". The Latina frowned in confusion, but she was too aroused to wait for her to explain and proceeded to slip her friend's skirt off while trailing kisses on her stomach, snaking her arms around the other one's waist.
It was almost too much for Brittany to handle, and feeling the full heat of her girlfriend's body, who was wearing nothing other than her panties, had her almost delilusional. God, Santana knew what she was doing. Still, she argued, with a sultry voice: "When I was over at Kurt's his dad said we should use protection...". Santana listened but decided her mouth was too busy on her belly button to even attempt to explain what the man had really meant. She would do so later, she decided, when they were lying naked in bed and everything was calm. But Brittany seemed to be really concerned about the topic, and she grabbed Santana's face with both of her hands, trying to stop her journey down, so that she could say: "What if someone breaks into my house?".
Santana couldn't wait much longer, and she anticipated the explanation would certainly kill the mood, so she made a choice. She licked her lips, smiled at Brittany and headed for her left armpit. That would keep her mind away from burglars.
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Disclaimer: Not mine...
Summary: Burt Hummel's advice has some consequences on Brittany.
Spoilers: Laryingitis
AN: Just a short drabble I thought based on one of Brittany's awesome one-liners...
Protection
Brittany landed softly on her back on top of her bed, and Santana straddled her, placing kisses all along her neck and collar bone. The blonde's moans made the Latina smirk, as she always did when she was proud of her good work. Her hands ran avidly up and down Brittany's thighs, making her way under the Cheerios skirt.
Santana was horny, there was no other way of putting it. They hadn't had sex in a whole week, as she had some relatives staying at her house, and at Brittany's it was impossible to get out of sight from her younger sister. Luckily, the little girl had a spelling-bee contest that Friday, and her parents were driving her to a near city. Brittany had insisted that they stayed the night, just to make sure they weren't too sleepy on their way back. And so, after a whole week worth of teasing-but-no-pleasing, Santana was burning up, making Brittany twitch at her touch.
She had just helped the blonde one out of her top and she was grinding heavily against her body, nipping on her neck as she did, working the hook of her bra with one hand and running her fingers along the elastic waistband of her panties. Santana had a greedy look on her eyes when she finally unhooked the bra and smiled at her before making her way to her breasts.
In between her heavy panting and moans, Brittany managed to say: "Wait, San", placing her hands on her hair. The other one groaned, half-turned on from the foreplay, half-annoyed from being interrupted and met her blue eyes. "Wait," she repeated, breathing in and out, "shouldn't we put on a burglar's alarm?". The Latina frowned in confusion, but she was too aroused to wait for her to explain and proceeded to slip her friend's skirt off while trailing kisses on her stomach, snaking her arms around the other one's waist.
It was almost too much for Brittany to handle, and feeling the full heat of her girlfriend's body, who was wearing nothing other than her panties, had her almost delilusional. God, Santana knew what she was doing. Still, she argued, with a sultry voice: "When I was over at Kurt's his dad said we should use protection...". Santana listened but decided her mouth was too busy on her belly button to even attempt to explain what the man had really meant. She would do so later, she decided, when they were lying naked in bed and everything was calm. But Brittany seemed to be really concerned about the topic, and she grabbed Santana's face with both of her hands, trying to stop her journey down, so that she could say: "What if someone breaks into my house?".
Santana couldn't wait much longer, and she anticipated the explanation would certainly kill the mood, so she made a choice. She licked her lips, smiled at Brittany and headed for her left armpit. That would keep her mind away from burglars.