Quickie
Title: Quickie
Pairing: Brittana
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A quickie. This could either be hot or horrendous.
Spoilers: Imma let you finish, but "Sex isn't dating."
“Stop it.” Her cheeks are bright red, her eyes avoiding Brittany’s loving gaze; the familiar gaze which she fixes upon whatever things or happenings that are by her definition, either “adorable” or “cute”. Things which for Santana are either annoying or fucking annoying.
Feeling the incessant gaze, Santana turns to face Brittany which was lying next to her on the bed, a hand propped beside her, supporting her tilted head; her golden tresses unruly and tangled, not that Santana minds…she loves it, a lot. The gaze of her eyes warm and gentle still fixed upon Santana, her smile reminiscent of the feeling that Santana has for winter mornings, the feeling of grasping the incidental amalgamation between the warm sunshine that lay upon the refreshingly cold white, beautiful snow.
“I said stop it, it’s not funny, it’s not adorable, it’s not…nothing!”
Brittany’s smile grew wider as Santana could feel her ears getting warmer.
“Oh really?”, she teases.
Santana doesn’t pouts, never did and never will. But against her will, she could feel her lips quivering ever so slightly, on the verge of forming a god damn pout.
“Yes, really. It happens, it’s natural when it happens, it happens because it’s natural!”She’s sitting up right now, her voice indignant with a mixture of ill-concealed embarrassment.
Brittany follows suit, sitting up and leaning against the bed post. “I’m not saying it’s abnormal. I’m just…flattered and surprised.”
“I know you are.” Goddamn pout.
“And really, extremely, awesomely…sweet.”
She leans in closer, planting a wet, breathless kiss on Santana’s lips. Her hands stroking against her thighs, her lips whispering warmly against her ears, “It was sweet…to hear you moan my name…”
Her other hand pushing Santana down, her legs skillfully placed beside her hips; she starts to, painfully slow, gyrate her lower body. She could feel the heat between her legs, the sleek wetness building up between the other girls’, mixing and brushing against her own. Her hands are holding down on Santana’s, placed above her head; she could feel her trying to struggle free, her attempt to topple her over and have her dominant carnal ways with her.
Brittany smiles, nipping on her ears and continues to whisper, “…to moan my name in your sleep…how hot and bothered you were…just beside me…” Santana’s breathing had quickened, the rush of heat toward her legs made her more impatient, she struggles, her legs trying to brush against anything, her hands struggling to break free.
“I didn’t realized it was possible…to come in your sleep…but you did..” She kisses her, tasting her lips and wet tongue. Her hands wondered off down between her legs, slipping Santana’s underwear and tossing it aside. She cups the wetness with her palm, fingers rubbing, teasing the warm entrance. Santana’s biting her lips and pushing herself against Brittany’s palm. Yet with every attempt she feels more helpless and restless. Brittany is stroking her clit with her thumb, without warning she pushes in three fingers into her sex, Santana let out a gasp, followed by loud moans, she wraps her legs around the other girls’ whose rhythm fastens, thrusting and reveling in the warm, wet pleasure. “…beside you…beside you…I was coming too..”, her lips parted and she let out a short gasp, her legs buckles , the wave of her muscle tightens and relaxes around Brittany’s fingers. She could feel the heat and rush travelling and dissipating throughout her body, her fingernails leaving trail of red marks on Britt’s shoulders…
Wet dreams, they do come true.
Pairing: Brittana
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A quickie. This could either be hot or horrendous.
Spoilers: Imma let you finish, but "Sex isn't dating."
“Stop it.” Her cheeks are bright red, her eyes avoiding Brittany’s loving gaze; the familiar gaze which she fixes upon whatever things or happenings that are by her definition, either “adorable” or “cute”. Things which for Santana are either annoying or fucking annoying.
Feeling the incessant gaze, Santana turns to face Brittany which was lying next to her on the bed, a hand propped beside her, supporting her tilted head; her golden tresses unruly and tangled, not that Santana minds…she loves it, a lot. The gaze of her eyes warm and gentle still fixed upon Santana, her smile reminiscent of the feeling that Santana has for winter mornings, the feeling of grasping the incidental amalgamation between the warm sunshine that lay upon the refreshingly cold white, beautiful snow.
“I said stop it, it’s not funny, it’s not adorable, it’s not…nothing!”
Brittany’s smile grew wider as Santana could feel her ears getting warmer.
“Oh really?”, she teases.
Santana doesn’t pouts, never did and never will. But against her will, she could feel her lips quivering ever so slightly, on the verge of forming a god damn pout.
“Yes, really. It happens, it’s natural when it happens, it happens because it’s natural!”She’s sitting up right now, her voice indignant with a mixture of ill-concealed embarrassment.
Brittany follows suit, sitting up and leaning against the bed post. “I’m not saying it’s abnormal. I’m just…flattered and surprised.”
“I know you are.” Goddamn pout.
“And really, extremely, awesomely…sweet.”
She leans in closer, planting a wet, breathless kiss on Santana’s lips. Her hands stroking against her thighs, her lips whispering warmly against her ears, “It was sweet…to hear you moan my name…”
Her other hand pushing Santana down, her legs skillfully placed beside her hips; she starts to, painfully slow, gyrate her lower body. She could feel the heat between her legs, the sleek wetness building up between the other girls’, mixing and brushing against her own. Her hands are holding down on Santana’s, placed above her head; she could feel her trying to struggle free, her attempt to topple her over and have her dominant carnal ways with her.
Brittany smiles, nipping on her ears and continues to whisper, “…to moan my name in your sleep…how hot and bothered you were…just beside me…” Santana’s breathing had quickened, the rush of heat toward her legs made her more impatient, she struggles, her legs trying to brush against anything, her hands struggling to break free.
“I didn’t realized it was possible…to come in your sleep…but you did..” She kisses her, tasting her lips and wet tongue. Her hands wondered off down between her legs, slipping Santana’s underwear and tossing it aside. She cups the wetness with her palm, fingers rubbing, teasing the warm entrance. Santana’s biting her lips and pushing herself against Brittany’s palm. Yet with every attempt she feels more helpless and restless. Brittany is stroking her clit with her thumb, without warning she pushes in three fingers into her sex, Santana let out a gasp, followed by loud moans, she wraps her legs around the other girls’ whose rhythm fastens, thrusting and reveling in the warm, wet pleasure. “…beside you…beside you…I was coming too..”, her lips parted and she let out a short gasp, her legs buckles , the wave of her muscle tightens and relaxes around Brittany’s fingers. She could feel the heat and rush travelling and dissipating throughout her body, her fingernails leaving trail of red marks on Britt’s shoulders…
Wet dreams, they do come true.