Leave A Message After the Tone
Title: Leave A Message After the Tone
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13, but a light PG-13.
Summary: This is somewhat of a follow up to the super angsty fic I wrote here . It's clearly not a sequel, so it's a prequel. This is really just fluff. I decided to embellish the recording of Brittany and Santana's adorable answering machine message.
Spoilers: None
Santana sighs and can't help but grin as Brittany eagerly pushes the hair out of her face.
"Babe, what are you doing?" Santana asks, debating whether the itch on her foot is worth taking her sock off for.
"Well, we're recording our message today!" Brittany replies, tucking another stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "It's our first one together so I want to make sure I look nice." Santana stifles a laugh as she gently wraps her arms around Brittany's waist.
"Babe, it's a recording. They can't actually see us. We could be naked, and they'd never know. Speaking of which, that wouldn't be that bad of an id-" Santana is cut off by Brittany cuffing her lightly. The blonde tries to glare at her with no success.
"Babe, relax," Santana laughs, "It's just a recording on our machine. It's no biggie."
Of course, had Santana known that half an hour later, she'd still be sitting there recording this message, she would not have been laughing.
"Britt, you have to press record before you say anything," Santana reminds her for what felt like the umpteenth time. Brittany frowns.
"San, which one's the recording button?" Brittany asks, debating between the triangle and the parallel bars.
"It's the one that says record," Santana replies dryly, having told her this at least six times, and nearly consecutively at that.
"Oh," Brittany replies sheepishly, tugging at her hair. She gently presses the button and waits for something to happen. Santana watches as Brittany stares intently at the red light.
"Britt, the red light means it's recording. Say something," Santana reminds her.
"Oh!" Brittany answers, "Uhm. Uhm. Hi! Hi. Uhm, I, uhm, we, uhm." She cuts to a whisper, "Santana, what am I supposed to say?" Santana sighs and presses the stop button.
"Britt, are you sure you don't just want me to record the message?" she asks, nearly exhausted. Brittany frowns.
"I can do it," she snaps, irritated. Santana wraps herself loosely around the blonde, pressing soft kisses onto her shoulder and tracing her way up her neck. Brittany closes her eyes and lets out a soft purr.
"Okay, okay," Santana murmurs softly into the tresses of Brittany's hair. Brittany turns around and straddles Santana, kissing her softly.
"You're really cute," Brittany whispers into Santana's ear, nipping it affectionately. Santana laughs as Brittany turns around, still sitting on Santana's lap.
"Okay. I'm going to get it this time," Brittany promises. Her hand wavers for a moment before she finally presses the red record button.
"Hi. This is Brittana! We're not- shoot!"
Santana laughs as she presses the stop button again.
"Try again," she chuckles, moving to press the record button. Brittany swats her hand away. A look of sheer determination crosses her face as she presses the record button yet again.
"Hi! This is Brittany! And Santana! And... and..." She turns around. "Santana, it's weird saying your name, too. You have to say your name." Santana presses the stop button and smiles.
"Sure, babe, whatever you want." Brittany sucks in a deep breath.
"Okay. Last time- I promise," she says as she presses the record button.
"Hi! This is Brittany!"
"And Santana," Santana adds.
"And I'm not, I mean we're not, I- shoot!"
Brittany's shoulders slump as Santana presses stop.
"Sorry," Brittany mumbles quietly. Santana presses a kiss to her cheek.
"It's okay," she replies, pressing a second kiss to the edge of Brittany's jaw, "I'm here for as long as you need me." Brittany arches her neck and lets out a soft sigh.
"I love you," she breathes.
"Mm," Santana replies, tracing her neck with her lips, "Good."
"Wait," Brittany groans, "we still have to, still have to, have, the message." She lets out a soft moan.
"Santana, the message," Brittany presses. Santana gently bites Brittany's shoulder, eliciting another moan.
"The message," Brittany reminds Santana again, attempting to be more firm.
"We can do it tomorrow," Santana murmurs, her fingers lightly skirting over the edge of Brittany's shirt. Brittany threads her fingers through Santana's and removes them from her.
"No," she says, removing her neck from Santana's lips, "we have to do it today." Santana sighs, a smirk pasted on her face. Brittany shakes her head, trying to regain her much needed concentration.
"Okay. Last time. Definitely," Brittany says. She takes a deep breath and sighs before pressing record.
"Hi! This is Brittany!"
"And Santana."
"And we can't come to the phone right now! Just leave your name and number after the beep and we'll get back to you as soon as possible!"
She sighs.
"Better?" she asks, her head turning towards Santana, eyes bright and a grin to match.
"Much, love." Santana responds, pressing the stop button. Santana tries to dive in for a victory kiss, but is waved away by Brittany's hand which presses play so she can listen to the recording.
beep.
Hi! This is Brittany! And Santana. And we can't come to the phone right now! Just leave your name and number after the beep and we'll get back to you as soon as possible!
Better? Much, love.
beep.
"Maybe we should-"
"It's fine," Santana replies, cutting her off and quite nearly beginning to paw at Brittany. Unaware of this, the blonde stares at the machine, unsure of whether or not she approves of the message. Finally, she smiles.
"It's got character. I like it," she announces.
"Good," Santana replies huskily, pressing the save button, "because I have the perfect way to celebrate."
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13, but a light PG-13.
Summary: This is somewhat of a follow up to the super angsty fic I wrote here . It's clearly not a sequel, so it's a prequel. This is really just fluff. I decided to embellish the recording of Brittany and Santana's adorable answering machine message.
Spoilers: None
Santana sighs and can't help but grin as Brittany eagerly pushes the hair out of her face.
"Babe, what are you doing?" Santana asks, debating whether the itch on her foot is worth taking her sock off for.
"Well, we're recording our message today!" Brittany replies, tucking another stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "It's our first one together so I want to make sure I look nice." Santana stifles a laugh as she gently wraps her arms around Brittany's waist.
"Babe, it's a recording. They can't actually see us. We could be naked, and they'd never know. Speaking of which, that wouldn't be that bad of an id-" Santana is cut off by Brittany cuffing her lightly. The blonde tries to glare at her with no success.
"Babe, relax," Santana laughs, "It's just a recording on our machine. It's no biggie."
Of course, had Santana known that half an hour later, she'd still be sitting there recording this message, she would not have been laughing.
"Britt, you have to press record before you say anything," Santana reminds her for what felt like the umpteenth time. Brittany frowns.
"San, which one's the recording button?" Brittany asks, debating between the triangle and the parallel bars.
"It's the one that says record," Santana replies dryly, having told her this at least six times, and nearly consecutively at that.
"Oh," Brittany replies sheepishly, tugging at her hair. She gently presses the button and waits for something to happen. Santana watches as Brittany stares intently at the red light.
"Britt, the red light means it's recording. Say something," Santana reminds her.
"Oh!" Brittany answers, "Uhm. Uhm. Hi! Hi. Uhm, I, uhm, we, uhm." She cuts to a whisper, "Santana, what am I supposed to say?" Santana sighs and presses the stop button.
"Britt, are you sure you don't just want me to record the message?" she asks, nearly exhausted. Brittany frowns.
"I can do it," she snaps, irritated. Santana wraps herself loosely around the blonde, pressing soft kisses onto her shoulder and tracing her way up her neck. Brittany closes her eyes and lets out a soft purr.
"Okay, okay," Santana murmurs softly into the tresses of Brittany's hair. Brittany turns around and straddles Santana, kissing her softly.
"You're really cute," Brittany whispers into Santana's ear, nipping it affectionately. Santana laughs as Brittany turns around, still sitting on Santana's lap.
"Okay. I'm going to get it this time," Brittany promises. Her hand wavers for a moment before she finally presses the red record button.
"Hi. This is Brittana! We're not- shoot!"
Santana laughs as she presses the stop button again.
"Try again," she chuckles, moving to press the record button. Brittany swats her hand away. A look of sheer determination crosses her face as she presses the record button yet again.
"Hi! This is Brittany! And Santana! And... and..." She turns around. "Santana, it's weird saying your name, too. You have to say your name." Santana presses the stop button and smiles.
"Sure, babe, whatever you want." Brittany sucks in a deep breath.
"Okay. Last time- I promise," she says as she presses the record button.
"Hi! This is Brittany!"
"And Santana," Santana adds.
"And I'm not, I mean we're not, I- shoot!"
Brittany's shoulders slump as Santana presses stop.
"Sorry," Brittany mumbles quietly. Santana presses a kiss to her cheek.
"It's okay," she replies, pressing a second kiss to the edge of Brittany's jaw, "I'm here for as long as you need me." Brittany arches her neck and lets out a soft sigh.
"I love you," she breathes.
"Mm," Santana replies, tracing her neck with her lips, "Good."
"Wait," Brittany groans, "we still have to, still have to, have, the message." She lets out a soft moan.
"Santana, the message," Brittany presses. Santana gently bites Brittany's shoulder, eliciting another moan.
"The message," Brittany reminds Santana again, attempting to be more firm.
"We can do it tomorrow," Santana murmurs, her fingers lightly skirting over the edge of Brittany's shirt. Brittany threads her fingers through Santana's and removes them from her.
"No," she says, removing her neck from Santana's lips, "we have to do it today." Santana sighs, a smirk pasted on her face. Brittany shakes her head, trying to regain her much needed concentration.
"Okay. Last time. Definitely," Brittany says. She takes a deep breath and sighs before pressing record.
"Hi! This is Brittany!"
"And Santana."
"And we can't come to the phone right now! Just leave your name and number after the beep and we'll get back to you as soon as possible!"
She sighs.
"Better?" she asks, her head turning towards Santana, eyes bright and a grin to match.
"Much, love." Santana responds, pressing the stop button. Santana tries to dive in for a victory kiss, but is waved away by Brittany's hand which presses play so she can listen to the recording.
beep.
Hi! This is Brittany! And Santana. And we can't come to the phone right now! Just leave your name and number after the beep and we'll get back to you as soon as possible!
Better? Much, love.
beep.
"Maybe we should-"
"It's fine," Santana replies, cutting her off and quite nearly beginning to paw at Brittany. Unaware of this, the blonde stares at the machine, unsure of whether or not she approves of the message. Finally, she smiles.
"It's got character. I like it," she announces.
"Good," Santana replies huskily, pressing the save button, "because I have the perfect way to celebrate."