V-DAY FIC EXCHANGE FIC!The Sweeter Things in Life, for mistress_britt
Title: The Sweeter Things in Life
Rating: Pg-13
Pairings/Characters: Brittany/Santana
Warnings: N/A
Word count: 2,875
Recipient: mistress_britt
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee in any way, shape, or form.
Summary: Brittany and Santana clean Santana's house after a Cheerios' squad bonding party.
Much to Brittany’s dismay, Santana started putting away the ice cream. “It’ll melt,” she explained to Brittany, who hated cleaning up after team bonding parties. Whenever Quinn hosted them, Brittany could always convince the hostess that the clean up time could be halved if the girls snacked on the food through the night. But Santana had to do things her own way, which meant putting the ice cream away and throwing out all of the uneaten popcorn before morning light. Slinging herself over the arm of the couch, Brittany saw Santana begin to pick up the bowls containing sundae toppings and take them towards the trash. “Don’t throw out the toppings!”
“Why not?” The patience in Santana’s voice was quickly fading. Unlike Brittany, Santana really didn’t enjoy team bonding. She enjoyed the company of a select few of her fellow Cheerios, and she surrounded herself with those few. She didn’t understand why anyone would enjoy hanging out with the whole squad once a month during their free time; didn’t they see enough of each other every day after school? But she knew that this time the get-together wasn’t just for bonding, it was in support of Quinn. It was a silent reminder to the whole team that even though Quinn wasn’t on the squad anymore they were not going to forget the traditions she had started. It was Quinn’s idea that the squad should at least try to get along, a suggestion that was taboo in the competitive world of Sue Sylvester’s Cheerios. Santana honestly agreed with Coach, the squad shouldn’t be filled with the feeling of camaraderie because it killed their competitive edge. But Brittany had been very vocal in the matter, and she had the power to convince Santana of almost anything. To please Brittany, Santana gritted her teeth and invited the whole squad to her house for sundaes and the newest Bring it On movie. And now there they were in Santana’s kitchen doing damage control.
“Because we can still eat them, and it would be a waste to throw it all away.” Brittany answered, playing with the hem of her shirt. “And I like them,” she added, giving Santana a coy smile.
“Porking out on sprinkles and whip cream does not fit into our diet,” Santana scolded her blonde friend. Santana adhered to the team’s diet, and dress code regulations like it was her bible. Sure, she would complain, moan, and groan along with the rest of the squad, but she would still respect the rules. After working her ass off to get where she was in the squad, she wasn’t about to let a technicality ruin her chances of achieving even more. If Coach had any idea that these team parties were going on behind her back, she would personally make the girls rue the day they were born. The Cheerio handbook clearly stated that whenever they were to convene as a group, it was mandatory to adhere to all dress code and behavioral regulations. But of course Quinn’s parties had to be above the rules. So the squad came dressed in whatever they wanted to wear and ate whatever they wanted to eat, even if the rules ordered them to wear their uniforms or warm up suits and consume less that 1,800 calories a day. Santana wasn’t one to speak up against Quinn, so she kept her disapproval to herself. But now she stood in front of Brittany, wearing a flowing purple top, and jeans, cleaning up the mess her squad had left behind.
Brittany walked over to the island in the kitchen where all of the ice cream toppings were residing, before Santana noticed. “You need to loosen up Santana. We aren’t supposed to be Cheerios tonight.” Brittany gave her a big smile and ate a spoonful of rainbow sprinkles to emphasize her point.
“We are always Cheerios,” Santana stated, gently chastising Brittany.
“Not tonight,” Brittany teased, “Eat the sprinkles.”
“What?” Santana stared at Brittany as she popped another spoonful.
“Eat the sprinkles, they are delicious,” She giggled, twirling the sprinkles in the bowl with her spoon. “You know you want to.”
“Brittany, you have no idea what I want,” Santana pointed out, playing it off as a joke. Brittany didn’t need to know that she made Santana’s heard flutter when they touched, or joked like this. Santana was good at ignoring it, so there was no real reason to bother anyone else with her feelings.
Brittany scooped a spoonful of rainbow sprinkles and held the spoon out at to Santana. “Eat the sprinkles.” They stared each other down, and Santana was the one to give in.
“Fine,” She muttered. She took a breath and ate the sprinkles, “Oh god,” she cried, almost spitting them out, “These are disgusting.”
“I know, right?” Brittany laughed and spooned another spoonful into her mouth.
“You said they were delicious!” Santana grunted, pouring herself a cup of soda.
“Delicious in a ‘You taste like plastic but I know your bad for me so I love you’ kind of way,” Brittany laughed, and treated herself to more.
Santana laughed with her -Brittany’s laugh was infectious. Not many people saw how great she was. Yes, she was oblivious and airheaded at times, but her lightness and naiveté was a refreshing break from the rest of the world. Some days, after dealing with teachers and Coach Sylvester, Brittany’s light-hearted comments were the only things that kept her sane.
“It sucks that Quinn couldn’t come,” Brittany said as she zoned in on the bowl of M&Ms. Santana’s heart dropped slightly.
“You know she’s not on the squad any more, right?” The remark came out more biting than Santana had meant it to be, but Brittany didn’t seem to pick up on it.
“Well, duh! Everyone knows that. But she’s our best friend, and these parties were always our thing.”
Forget about her, Santana fumed, I’m here with you! Isn’t that enough? Quinn, Brittany and Santana had always been best friends, and since the beginning everything had been about Quinn. She was the leader, and when they were little that meant that she always got to be the princess while Santana and Brittany where her ladies in waiting. Now, it meant that Quinn got to be at the top of the pyramid and Santana and Brittany were forced to hold her up and do her dirty work. The thing that frustrated Santana the most, though, was that Brittany seemed comfortable with letting Quinn call the shots. Brittany seemed happy to help Quinn achieve what she wanted and let Quinn take all the credit. She was so focused on Quinn that she never saw the way Santana looked at her. She never read into the way Santana would sometimes grab her hand, or play with her hair. But Quinn saw and understood it all. They never talked about it but there was a silent understanding, and Santana was forever grateful for the moments when Quinn would lock eyes with Santana and excuse herself to use the restroom during a sleepover, giving her a few minutes alone with Brittany. But she had never had enough courage to make a move. Not until tonight.
“We can have fun without Quinn.” Santana smiled and dipped the tip of her finger into the hot fudge before licking it off ever so carefully. Brittany was so concerned with sorting the M&M’s by color that she was totally oblivious overture.
“I’m sure we will,” Britt popped a blue M&M into her mouth. “My favorite color,” she announced popping another one.
Santana picked up a green one. “My favorite color,” she winked as she popped it in her mouth.
“You are so bad,” Brittany giggled when she picked up on the reference. Her cheeks had turned a gentle shade of pink, bringing out the soft spattering of freckles across her cheeks. Santana loved those freckles. They were one of the small things about Brittany that just made her heart beat faster. Santana smiled as she watched Brittany make a smiley face out of the blue M&Ms. “Are you and Puck still talking?” Brittany’s voice had changed ever so slightly. It wasn’t quieter, just more dead-pan.
“We still text sometimes.” She averted her eyes from Brittany. Santana wasn’t innocent, and Brittany knew it.
“You mean sexting?” Her voice got colder. It was subtle, something that not most people would have picked up on, but Santana could. Santana couldn’t bring herself to look Brittany in the face so she concentrated on her hands. Brittany was still focused on the candy in front of her, but she had stopped sorting. Her fingers just hovered above them, as if she was going to do something with them but she didn’t know what.
“That’s the only thing he’s really interested in.”
“You deserve better than that.” Brittany’s face was suddenly very serious. Her attention settled squarely upon Santana. Standing at her full height, chest out, shoulders back as Coach Sylvester taught them, Brittany could be an imposing figure. Her beautiful blonde hair was down and she was wearing a summery white, green, and blue plaid button down, but it was only buttoned half way and underneath she wore a white lacy camisole. Skinny jeans hugged her long slender legs in a way that made Santana ache.
She had to fight herself to pull her eyes back to Brittany’s face. “What do I deserve then?” Santana took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, and closed the distance between them. She took her time so, Brittany would be acutely aware of every step she took. Santana circled around the tall blonde’s back, her hand float tenderly across her stomach and waist. “What do I deserve, Brittany?” Santana whispered into the sensitive spot where Brittany’s jaw met her neck.
Brittany’s breathe was shallow and her heart was thundering in her chest. “What are you doing, Santana?” Brittany could barely form the words because she was acutely aware of Santana’s breath on her neck. Instead of responding vocally, Santana kissed the spot where her whisper lingered. Brittany gasped, and Santana took that as encouragement. She kissed the blonde girl’s neck again, and playfully captured her earlobe in her teeth. Santana smiled when she felt Brittany’s arm around her waist pulling her in.
Santana left kisses on Brittany’s neck and across her jaw line, pausing before she reached the girl’s lips. They locked eyes. Brittany put her hand on Santana’s cheek and pulled her into the kiss.
They broke apart for a moment but remained close to each other, foreheads touching as they tried to collect their breath. Santana let her fingers skim through Brittany’s bright blonde locks, and Brittany watched her in admiration, not knowing what was going on. She wanted. She had no idea what exactly it was that she wanted but, god, did Santana’s touch magnify it.
The way Brittany’s body responded to Santana made her smile. Kiss her neck, Brittany gasped. Nibble her ear, and Brittany pulled Santana into her. She wasn’t completely sure where the idea came from, but before she knew it she had dipped her fingers in the hot fudge and spread it across Brittany’s lips. The blonde looked surprised. “Oops,” Santana breathed, her mouth tantalizingly close to Brittany’s. Santana kissed her, licking the chocolate off her lips. Santana ended by sensually biting the blonde’s lower lip. Brittany moaned softly into her mouth.
Santana wasn’t thinking much at this point. They were touching, kissing, she didn’t want to ruin it now by over analyzing. She did what she thought would logically come next, and started to unbutton the other girl’s shirt. Once all the buttons were undone she pushed the shirt off Brittany’s shoulders and onto the floor. She left quick sloppy kisses on the blonde’s neck and tugged at the bottom of Brittany’s camisole. “Do you want me to take it off?” Brittany said softly. Santana’s heart fluttered, the other girl’s blue eyes were full of something she had never seen in any of the guys shed been with. “Do you want to take it off?” Santana asked breathlessly. She didn’t want to push the other girl. Without saying a word Brittany slipped the undershirt over her head. Santana and Brittany met eyes. Santana could tell Brittany was nervous; her eyes searched the other girl’s, seeking approval. “Your beautiful, Brittany.” Santana’s hand swept the blonde hair from the other girl’s face. Brittany smiled, and put her hand on Santana’s.
Brittany placed Santana’s hand on her bare stomach, opening herself up for further exploration. Brittany’s body was lean, and muscular. Fluid. Sexy. Dancing had crafted a smooth flat stomach and graceful curves, and Santana hoped Brittany could see the admiration in her eyes.
They were quiet, or as quiet as they could be. Santana unhooked Brittany’s bra with a twist of her fingers and Brittany gasped as it too fell to the floor. Brittany tried to muffle a moan, when Santana claimed her breast with her mouth. Brittany’s breath became ragged as Santana rolled her tongue over the other girl’s body. Brittany wanted her to keep going, just keep going.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Brittany,” Santana breathed as she kissed from the blonde’s breast up her neck and jaw line. Brittany pulled her in close, trying to relieve some of the pressure that was building up inside of her. Santana made her feel a hundred things in one second, and Brittany was sure that she had never felt this much before. She wanted to make Santana feel just as much, but didn’t even know where to start. But, there was also a part of her that wanted to take a second and talk about what was going on because this was a serious step forward in their relationship. But before Brittany could say anything Santana had begun to outline the curves of Brittany’s body in chocolate. Brittany opened her mouth in a halfhearted effort to make a coherent sentence, but then Santana’s mouth was on her again and all she could articulate was a moan.
It was early morning when the girls had finally settled down. They had finally chosen to rest on the living room floor, both in various states of undress and holding each other, surrounded by empty ice cream topping bowls. Needless to say, they hadn’t stuck to the Cheerios’ diet. The only sources of lights were the night sky and digital clock under the TV, bathing the room in a calm blue green glow. Brittany’s head was resting on Santana’s chest, and Santana couldn’t help but admire the blonde girl. She was tired, her eye lids were visibly heavy, but she kept looking up at Santana smiling and quietly humming the refrain to “Walking on Sunshine.” Santana couldn’t help but smile.
Brittany shifted her weight slightly, and their skins stuck together uncomfortably. “We both need showers,” Santana sighed. Sticky residue covered both of their bodies. Playing with the toppings had been extremely enjoyable, but now they had to deal with the mess.
“Do you want to go first or should I?” Brittany groaned, as she buried her face into Santana’s shoulder.
“Or we could take one together?” Santana’s voice was silky smooth and melted Brittany’s insides. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she found her body begging for another round.
“That one,” Brittany said rolling over and locking eyes with Santana. The electricity in the gaze made her stomach flip. No one had ever wanted her like this before, and the fact that it was Santana, someone she had always loved, just made it better.
“Ok,” A smile graced Santana’s lips. She began to get up but Brittany captured her breast with her mouth. Santana immediately closed her eyes and let out a sharp stream of breath. “Control yourself until we get in the shower, love,” The words barely came out above a whisper. Brittany kissed each breast for good measure, and let Santana help her to her feet.
Brittany bit her bottom lip as she watched Santana’s perfectly toned figure walk towards the hallway where the shower was. “Wait,” The word left Brittany’s mouth before she realized what she wanted to say. Santana turned back to look at her best friend, her lover now, she supposed. “What are we, San?” Brittany looked extremely vulnerable, her pale skin exposed and glowing in the soft moonlight.
Santana’s stomach dropped, she wasn’t ready to talk about that yet. “We are friends, Brittany,” Her voice was weak.
“No, we were friends before. Friends don’t,” Brittany let her voice trail off. “Friends don’t do what we are doing,” she finally whispered. Brittany’s eyes were trained on the ground.
Santana crossed to her. “Brittany,” She whispered holding her, “What do you want us to be?” As the words left her lips, any fear she had evaporated. She would do anything for Brittany.
“I just want to be yours, and want you to be mine,” Brittany said softly into Santana’s shoulder.
“Ok,” Santana said simply.
“Really?” Brittany questioned, surprised her request had been accepted that easily.
Santana couldn’t help but laugh, “Yes really. Now come on, let’s go get a shower.” She took Brittany by the hand and gave it a light squeeze. Brittany squeezed back, and they both giggled.
About the fic you request:(this is the part that will be sent to your writer)
Rating(s) requested (G-NC-17): PG-NC-17
Character(s) or pairing(s): Britt/Santana, Britt/Quinn, Will/Quinn, Artie/Britt, Will/Britt
Prompts (minimum of 3, no maximum!):
1. Brittany and Santana playing around with body chocolate paint
2. Brittany saving up candy hearts with cute sayings on them to give to Artie
3. Brittany slow dancing with Quinn, rubbing her baby bump
4. Will letting Quinn cry in his arms
5. Will assuring Brittany that she's not just a stupid girl, lots of cuddling
Things you DON’T want in your story (squicks, triggers, genres you dislike, characters you hate, etc.): try to keep kurt, finn and puck out of the story, other than that I'm cool with just about everything else
Rating: Pg-13
Pairings/Characters: Brittany/Santana
Warnings: N/A
Word count: 2,875
Recipient: mistress_britt
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee in any way, shape, or form.
Summary: Brittany and Santana clean Santana's house after a Cheerios' squad bonding party.
Much to Brittany’s dismay, Santana started putting away the ice cream. “It’ll melt,” she explained to Brittany, who hated cleaning up after team bonding parties. Whenever Quinn hosted them, Brittany could always convince the hostess that the clean up time could be halved if the girls snacked on the food through the night. But Santana had to do things her own way, which meant putting the ice cream away and throwing out all of the uneaten popcorn before morning light. Slinging herself over the arm of the couch, Brittany saw Santana begin to pick up the bowls containing sundae toppings and take them towards the trash. “Don’t throw out the toppings!”
“Why not?” The patience in Santana’s voice was quickly fading. Unlike Brittany, Santana really didn’t enjoy team bonding. She enjoyed the company of a select few of her fellow Cheerios, and she surrounded herself with those few. She didn’t understand why anyone would enjoy hanging out with the whole squad once a month during their free time; didn’t they see enough of each other every day after school? But she knew that this time the get-together wasn’t just for bonding, it was in support of Quinn. It was a silent reminder to the whole team that even though Quinn wasn’t on the squad anymore they were not going to forget the traditions she had started. It was Quinn’s idea that the squad should at least try to get along, a suggestion that was taboo in the competitive world of Sue Sylvester’s Cheerios. Santana honestly agreed with Coach, the squad shouldn’t be filled with the feeling of camaraderie because it killed their competitive edge. But Brittany had been very vocal in the matter, and she had the power to convince Santana of almost anything. To please Brittany, Santana gritted her teeth and invited the whole squad to her house for sundaes and the newest Bring it On movie. And now there they were in Santana’s kitchen doing damage control.
“Because we can still eat them, and it would be a waste to throw it all away.” Brittany answered, playing with the hem of her shirt. “And I like them,” she added, giving Santana a coy smile.
“Porking out on sprinkles and whip cream does not fit into our diet,” Santana scolded her blonde friend. Santana adhered to the team’s diet, and dress code regulations like it was her bible. Sure, she would complain, moan, and groan along with the rest of the squad, but she would still respect the rules. After working her ass off to get where she was in the squad, she wasn’t about to let a technicality ruin her chances of achieving even more. If Coach had any idea that these team parties were going on behind her back, she would personally make the girls rue the day they were born. The Cheerio handbook clearly stated that whenever they were to convene as a group, it was mandatory to adhere to all dress code and behavioral regulations. But of course Quinn’s parties had to be above the rules. So the squad came dressed in whatever they wanted to wear and ate whatever they wanted to eat, even if the rules ordered them to wear their uniforms or warm up suits and consume less that 1,800 calories a day. Santana wasn’t one to speak up against Quinn, so she kept her disapproval to herself. But now she stood in front of Brittany, wearing a flowing purple top, and jeans, cleaning up the mess her squad had left behind.
Brittany walked over to the island in the kitchen where all of the ice cream toppings were residing, before Santana noticed. “You need to loosen up Santana. We aren’t supposed to be Cheerios tonight.” Brittany gave her a big smile and ate a spoonful of rainbow sprinkles to emphasize her point.
“We are always Cheerios,” Santana stated, gently chastising Brittany.
“Not tonight,” Brittany teased, “Eat the sprinkles.”
“What?” Santana stared at Brittany as she popped another spoonful.
“Eat the sprinkles, they are delicious,” She giggled, twirling the sprinkles in the bowl with her spoon. “You know you want to.”
“Brittany, you have no idea what I want,” Santana pointed out, playing it off as a joke. Brittany didn’t need to know that she made Santana’s heard flutter when they touched, or joked like this. Santana was good at ignoring it, so there was no real reason to bother anyone else with her feelings.
Brittany scooped a spoonful of rainbow sprinkles and held the spoon out at to Santana. “Eat the sprinkles.” They stared each other down, and Santana was the one to give in.
“Fine,” She muttered. She took a breath and ate the sprinkles, “Oh god,” she cried, almost spitting them out, “These are disgusting.”
“I know, right?” Brittany laughed and spooned another spoonful into her mouth.
“You said they were delicious!” Santana grunted, pouring herself a cup of soda.
“Delicious in a ‘You taste like plastic but I know your bad for me so I love you’ kind of way,” Brittany laughed, and treated herself to more.
Santana laughed with her -Brittany’s laugh was infectious. Not many people saw how great she was. Yes, she was oblivious and airheaded at times, but her lightness and naiveté was a refreshing break from the rest of the world. Some days, after dealing with teachers and Coach Sylvester, Brittany’s light-hearted comments were the only things that kept her sane.
“It sucks that Quinn couldn’t come,” Brittany said as she zoned in on the bowl of M&Ms. Santana’s heart dropped slightly.
“You know she’s not on the squad any more, right?” The remark came out more biting than Santana had meant it to be, but Brittany didn’t seem to pick up on it.
“Well, duh! Everyone knows that. But she’s our best friend, and these parties were always our thing.”
Forget about her, Santana fumed, I’m here with you! Isn’t that enough? Quinn, Brittany and Santana had always been best friends, and since the beginning everything had been about Quinn. She was the leader, and when they were little that meant that she always got to be the princess while Santana and Brittany where her ladies in waiting. Now, it meant that Quinn got to be at the top of the pyramid and Santana and Brittany were forced to hold her up and do her dirty work. The thing that frustrated Santana the most, though, was that Brittany seemed comfortable with letting Quinn call the shots. Brittany seemed happy to help Quinn achieve what she wanted and let Quinn take all the credit. She was so focused on Quinn that she never saw the way Santana looked at her. She never read into the way Santana would sometimes grab her hand, or play with her hair. But Quinn saw and understood it all. They never talked about it but there was a silent understanding, and Santana was forever grateful for the moments when Quinn would lock eyes with Santana and excuse herself to use the restroom during a sleepover, giving her a few minutes alone with Brittany. But she had never had enough courage to make a move. Not until tonight.
“We can have fun without Quinn.” Santana smiled and dipped the tip of her finger into the hot fudge before licking it off ever so carefully. Brittany was so concerned with sorting the M&M’s by color that she was totally oblivious overture.
“I’m sure we will,” Britt popped a blue M&M into her mouth. “My favorite color,” she announced popping another one.
Santana picked up a green one. “My favorite color,” she winked as she popped it in her mouth.
“You are so bad,” Brittany giggled when she picked up on the reference. Her cheeks had turned a gentle shade of pink, bringing out the soft spattering of freckles across her cheeks. Santana loved those freckles. They were one of the small things about Brittany that just made her heart beat faster. Santana smiled as she watched Brittany make a smiley face out of the blue M&Ms. “Are you and Puck still talking?” Brittany’s voice had changed ever so slightly. It wasn’t quieter, just more dead-pan.
“We still text sometimes.” She averted her eyes from Brittany. Santana wasn’t innocent, and Brittany knew it.
“You mean sexting?” Her voice got colder. It was subtle, something that not most people would have picked up on, but Santana could. Santana couldn’t bring herself to look Brittany in the face so she concentrated on her hands. Brittany was still focused on the candy in front of her, but she had stopped sorting. Her fingers just hovered above them, as if she was going to do something with them but she didn’t know what.
“That’s the only thing he’s really interested in.”
“You deserve better than that.” Brittany’s face was suddenly very serious. Her attention settled squarely upon Santana. Standing at her full height, chest out, shoulders back as Coach Sylvester taught them, Brittany could be an imposing figure. Her beautiful blonde hair was down and she was wearing a summery white, green, and blue plaid button down, but it was only buttoned half way and underneath she wore a white lacy camisole. Skinny jeans hugged her long slender legs in a way that made Santana ache.
She had to fight herself to pull her eyes back to Brittany’s face. “What do I deserve then?” Santana took a deep breath, bit her lower lip, and closed the distance between them. She took her time so, Brittany would be acutely aware of every step she took. Santana circled around the tall blonde’s back, her hand float tenderly across her stomach and waist. “What do I deserve, Brittany?” Santana whispered into the sensitive spot where Brittany’s jaw met her neck.
Brittany’s breathe was shallow and her heart was thundering in her chest. “What are you doing, Santana?” Brittany could barely form the words because she was acutely aware of Santana’s breath on her neck. Instead of responding vocally, Santana kissed the spot where her whisper lingered. Brittany gasped, and Santana took that as encouragement. She kissed the blonde girl’s neck again, and playfully captured her earlobe in her teeth. Santana smiled when she felt Brittany’s arm around her waist pulling her in.
Santana left kisses on Brittany’s neck and across her jaw line, pausing before she reached the girl’s lips. They locked eyes. Brittany put her hand on Santana’s cheek and pulled her into the kiss.
They broke apart for a moment but remained close to each other, foreheads touching as they tried to collect their breath. Santana let her fingers skim through Brittany’s bright blonde locks, and Brittany watched her in admiration, not knowing what was going on. She wanted. She had no idea what exactly it was that she wanted but, god, did Santana’s touch magnify it.
The way Brittany’s body responded to Santana made her smile. Kiss her neck, Brittany gasped. Nibble her ear, and Brittany pulled Santana into her. She wasn’t completely sure where the idea came from, but before she knew it she had dipped her fingers in the hot fudge and spread it across Brittany’s lips. The blonde looked surprised. “Oops,” Santana breathed, her mouth tantalizingly close to Brittany’s. Santana kissed her, licking the chocolate off her lips. Santana ended by sensually biting the blonde’s lower lip. Brittany moaned softly into her mouth.
Santana wasn’t thinking much at this point. They were touching, kissing, she didn’t want to ruin it now by over analyzing. She did what she thought would logically come next, and started to unbutton the other girl’s shirt. Once all the buttons were undone she pushed the shirt off Brittany’s shoulders and onto the floor. She left quick sloppy kisses on the blonde’s neck and tugged at the bottom of Brittany’s camisole. “Do you want me to take it off?” Brittany said softly. Santana’s heart fluttered, the other girl’s blue eyes were full of something she had never seen in any of the guys shed been with. “Do you want to take it off?” Santana asked breathlessly. She didn’t want to push the other girl. Without saying a word Brittany slipped the undershirt over her head. Santana and Brittany met eyes. Santana could tell Brittany was nervous; her eyes searched the other girl’s, seeking approval. “Your beautiful, Brittany.” Santana’s hand swept the blonde hair from the other girl’s face. Brittany smiled, and put her hand on Santana’s.
Brittany placed Santana’s hand on her bare stomach, opening herself up for further exploration. Brittany’s body was lean, and muscular. Fluid. Sexy. Dancing had crafted a smooth flat stomach and graceful curves, and Santana hoped Brittany could see the admiration in her eyes.
They were quiet, or as quiet as they could be. Santana unhooked Brittany’s bra with a twist of her fingers and Brittany gasped as it too fell to the floor. Brittany tried to muffle a moan, when Santana claimed her breast with her mouth. Brittany’s breath became ragged as Santana rolled her tongue over the other girl’s body. Brittany wanted her to keep going, just keep going.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Brittany,” Santana breathed as she kissed from the blonde’s breast up her neck and jaw line. Brittany pulled her in close, trying to relieve some of the pressure that was building up inside of her. Santana made her feel a hundred things in one second, and Brittany was sure that she had never felt this much before. She wanted to make Santana feel just as much, but didn’t even know where to start. But, there was also a part of her that wanted to take a second and talk about what was going on because this was a serious step forward in their relationship. But before Brittany could say anything Santana had begun to outline the curves of Brittany’s body in chocolate. Brittany opened her mouth in a halfhearted effort to make a coherent sentence, but then Santana’s mouth was on her again and all she could articulate was a moan.
It was early morning when the girls had finally settled down. They had finally chosen to rest on the living room floor, both in various states of undress and holding each other, surrounded by empty ice cream topping bowls. Needless to say, they hadn’t stuck to the Cheerios’ diet. The only sources of lights were the night sky and digital clock under the TV, bathing the room in a calm blue green glow. Brittany’s head was resting on Santana’s chest, and Santana couldn’t help but admire the blonde girl. She was tired, her eye lids were visibly heavy, but she kept looking up at Santana smiling and quietly humming the refrain to “Walking on Sunshine.” Santana couldn’t help but smile.
Brittany shifted her weight slightly, and their skins stuck together uncomfortably. “We both need showers,” Santana sighed. Sticky residue covered both of their bodies. Playing with the toppings had been extremely enjoyable, but now they had to deal with the mess.
“Do you want to go first or should I?” Brittany groaned, as she buried her face into Santana’s shoulder.
“Or we could take one together?” Santana’s voice was silky smooth and melted Brittany’s insides. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she found her body begging for another round.
“That one,” Brittany said rolling over and locking eyes with Santana. The electricity in the gaze made her stomach flip. No one had ever wanted her like this before, and the fact that it was Santana, someone she had always loved, just made it better.
“Ok,” A smile graced Santana’s lips. She began to get up but Brittany captured her breast with her mouth. Santana immediately closed her eyes and let out a sharp stream of breath. “Control yourself until we get in the shower, love,” The words barely came out above a whisper. Brittany kissed each breast for good measure, and let Santana help her to her feet.
Brittany bit her bottom lip as she watched Santana’s perfectly toned figure walk towards the hallway where the shower was. “Wait,” The word left Brittany’s mouth before she realized what she wanted to say. Santana turned back to look at her best friend, her lover now, she supposed. “What are we, San?” Brittany looked extremely vulnerable, her pale skin exposed and glowing in the soft moonlight.
Santana’s stomach dropped, she wasn’t ready to talk about that yet. “We are friends, Brittany,” Her voice was weak.
“No, we were friends before. Friends don’t,” Brittany let her voice trail off. “Friends don’t do what we are doing,” she finally whispered. Brittany’s eyes were trained on the ground.
Santana crossed to her. “Brittany,” She whispered holding her, “What do you want us to be?” As the words left her lips, any fear she had evaporated. She would do anything for Brittany.
“I just want to be yours, and want you to be mine,” Brittany said softly into Santana’s shoulder.
“Ok,” Santana said simply.
“Really?” Brittany questioned, surprised her request had been accepted that easily.
Santana couldn’t help but laugh, “Yes really. Now come on, let’s go get a shower.” She took Brittany by the hand and gave it a light squeeze. Brittany squeezed back, and they both giggled.
About the fic you request:(this is the part that will be sent to your writer)
Rating(s) requested (G-NC-17): PG-NC-17
Character(s) or pairing(s): Britt/Santana, Britt/Quinn, Will/Quinn, Artie/Britt, Will/Britt
Prompts (minimum of 3, no maximum!):
1. Brittany and Santana playing around with body chocolate paint
2. Brittany saving up candy hearts with cute sayings on them to give to Artie
3. Brittany slow dancing with Quinn, rubbing her baby bump
4. Will letting Quinn cry in his arms
5. Will assuring Brittany that she's not just a stupid girl, lots of cuddling
Things you DON’T want in your story (squicks, triggers, genres you dislike, characters you hate, etc.): try to keep kurt, finn and puck out of the story, other than that I'm cool with just about everything else