Drabbletag - Sugar
Title: Sweetly Sour
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Sugar
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Quinn/Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
“Come here and give me some sugar,” Santana purrs, hooking a finger under the waistband of Quinn’s panties. Looking so smug with herself, and Quinn rolls her eyes but pushes closer, lets Santana kiss her slow and hot.
Santana grins wickedly when they pull apart. “Just as I thought, no sugar at all,” she smirks. “You taste like sour, evil bitch.”
Quinn narrows her eyes and jabs her finger into Santana’s side, making her shriek and squirm away. Quinn follows, throws a leg over Santana’s lap and tickles her mercilessly, whilst Santana wriggles and laughs and insists, “You taste like poison!”
“That’s not true,” Brittany interrupts, her voice soft, watching them in that placid way of hers. She’s been sat at Quinn’s vanity, but she crosses the room, kneels on the bed. Leans over Santana, who huffs a little at being ignored, and Quinn tilts her head for Brittany’s kiss.
It’s gentler than Santana, always, more delicate and reverential, whereas Santana is rougher, hungrier.
“You taste sweet,” Brittany murmurs against her mouth. “Like cotton candy.”
“Poisoned cotton candy,” Santana says with a click of her tongue.
Quinn raises an eyebrow at Brittany. She gets a small smile in return, a mischievous glint in Brittany’s eye.
They attack as one, Quinn grabbing Santana’s wrists and Brittany pinching Santana’s waist with nimble fingers.
Santana’s scream can probably be heard for miles.
Quinn isn’t sure she agrees with Brittany - Santana’s probably right about her tasting like poison. But revenge is definitely sweet.
Prompt: Drabbletag 5 - Sugar
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: Quinn/Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG
Word count: 250
“Come here and give me some sugar,” Santana purrs, hooking a finger under the waistband of Quinn’s panties. Looking so smug with herself, and Quinn rolls her eyes but pushes closer, lets Santana kiss her slow and hot.
Santana grins wickedly when they pull apart. “Just as I thought, no sugar at all,” she smirks. “You taste like sour, evil bitch.”
Quinn narrows her eyes and jabs her finger into Santana’s side, making her shriek and squirm away. Quinn follows, throws a leg over Santana’s lap and tickles her mercilessly, whilst Santana wriggles and laughs and insists, “You taste like poison!”
“That’s not true,” Brittany interrupts, her voice soft, watching them in that placid way of hers. She’s been sat at Quinn’s vanity, but she crosses the room, kneels on the bed. Leans over Santana, who huffs a little at being ignored, and Quinn tilts her head for Brittany’s kiss.
It’s gentler than Santana, always, more delicate and reverential, whereas Santana is rougher, hungrier.
“You taste sweet,” Brittany murmurs against her mouth. “Like cotton candy.”
“Poisoned cotton candy,” Santana says with a click of her tongue.
Quinn raises an eyebrow at Brittany. She gets a small smile in return, a mischievous glint in Brittany’s eye.
They attack as one, Quinn grabbing Santana’s wrists and Brittany pinching Santana’s waist with nimble fingers.
Santana’s scream can probably be heard for miles.
Quinn isn’t sure she agrees with Brittany - Santana’s probably right about her tasting like poison. But revenge is definitely sweet.