Fic: Remember When 7/?
Title: Remember When 7/?
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG13 maybe? Sexual references, nothing graphic
Word Count: 1315
Summary: Brittany's sixteen...
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, blah blah woof woof.
Brittany's sixteen, and she's lying in bed with Santana, and they're watching a movie.
For as long as she can remember, this has been their Friday night ritual. Some people call Friday night date night but even Santana shifts her dates to Saturday so she can spend Friday with Brittany. Santana's still with Puck but she never lets him get in the way of time with Brittany. Brittany doesn't have a boyfriend and it's not for lack of options, she just doesn't like any of the boys at school enough to have them as a boyfriend. She has Santana and she feels like that's enough.
They curl up on Brittany's bed and take turns picking out movies. Santana usually picks out horror movies and then Brittany spends the whole time with her face buried in Santana's neck, too scared to look. Brittany picks out Disney movies, kids movies, classics.
Tonight Santana spends the whole movie looking at Brittany.
Brittany doesn't notice at first, she's too engrossed in watching the Von Trapp children sing, but finally she does. She doesn't say anything, just turns her attention from the screen to Santana. They're lying in Brittany's bed and it's really too small for the two of them, but they can still fit if they tangle themselves together, so they have.
They're both wearing boy shorts and tank tops, just regular old sleepwear like they've worn a thousand times before. There's nothing special about tonight, it's just the same old thing they've done a thousand times. They're looking at each other now, and as well as Brittany knows Santana, she's still never seen this look on Santana's face. She doesn't even know how to describe it.
You're so beautiful, Santana says suddenly, and Brittany smiles, because it's not the first time she's heard that from Santana. It is, however, the first time Santana's said it in quite that voice. Santana leans in and they kiss.
They've progressed since they were fourteen, they kiss with tongue now, and Brittany thinks that's sort of funny, because when Puck did it way back then she thought it was so gross, his big tongue slobbering all over her face. But when Santana does it, her tongue doesn't slobber like his does, it 's light and it flicks and darts and teases and makes Brittany feel like her stomach might flutter right out of her body. So she lets Santana kiss her, and she kisses back. She's forgotten all about the movie, all she can think about is how nice Santana's kisses feel, how good Santana's lips taste when she lets her tongue slide out softly to taste them.
Her tank top barely makes a sound when it hits the floor, neither does Santana's, but Brittany makes a sound, a soft sound, a whimper when she sees Santana for the first time. Oh sure, they've seen each other getting changed a hundred times, but this is different, this is in a bed, this is with kissing, this is that thing that's between them that they don't tell anyone about. This is hands, this is fingertips, this is soft kisses in places they've never been before, and it's new and it's amazing and Brittany feels like she can't breathe, it's too much and it's not enough all at the same time.
Their boy shorts are next, silently falling from their hands, and there's so much skin it's hard to know where to start. Santana's hands are so gentle it makes Brittany want to cry, and there's something building inside her, and it's big, and it's here and Brittany gasps and clutches at Santana because she feels like if she doesn't hang on to something important, she might just go shooting up to the moon.
It's a couple of minutes later and Brittany's fingertips are doing their best to take the same paths Santana's took, doing their best to touch all the same places and make her feel all the same feelings. There's beauty here, so much beauty, and it's not just Santana's body (even though Brittany thinks it's maybe the prettiest thing she's ever seen) it's the look in Santana's eyes that makes Brittany's breath catch in her throat.
She can see it happen, when Santana feels that something building, she can see when it gets here and Santana makes a strangled noise, her face all at once surprised and happy and something else, too, something Brittany still can't describe.
It's a while later and they're quiet, still curled up together in Brittany's bed, still looking at each other, their clothes still on the floor. It's Santana who speaks first, because Brittany still knows better than to push her.
So, she starts, and she doesn't say anything else for a couple of minutes. I've never done that before, she whispers, and Brittany can't decide if she's surprised or not - she knows Santana would have told her if she'd done that with someone, but everyone at school says that Santana does that with anyone who will have her. Brittany's warm inside, warmer from finding out she's the only one who's been allowed to make Santana feel that way.
Me neither, she replies, and Santana smiles at her, Santana's real smile, not Santana's Cheerios smile.
Brittany knows this is just one more thing she can't tell anyone about, but she's not sure she wants to. Here, under the covers with Santana, just the two of them, Brittany doesn't want to share this with anyone else. I love you, she tells Santana, and she curls around Santana just that little bit more to go to sleep.
It's morning and Santana's asleep. Brittany's watching her, and without thinking about it her hands are tracing little patterns up and down Santana's arms. She sees goose pimples rising on Santana's skin and tugs the blankets up a little higher, pulls Santana in a little closer, wanting to warm the goose pimples away.
Santana's eyes are fluttering open and the first thing she does is bury her face in the curve of Brittany's neck, nuzzling gently with her nose and dotting little kisses on Brittany's skin and Brittany makes a little noise to let her know it's nice. It takes a minute before Santana pulls back enough to look Brittany in the eye but when she does, her face is all smiles. Hey, Santana says, her voice husky with sleep, and Brittany just smiles back, leans in and kisses Santana quickly.
Brittany's sixteen and she thinks she could definitely get used to this.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: PG13 maybe? Sexual references, nothing graphic
Word Count: 1315
Summary: Brittany's sixteen...
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: Not mine, never were, blah blah woof woof.
Brittany's sixteen, and she's lying in bed with Santana, and they're watching a movie.
For as long as she can remember, this has been their Friday night ritual. Some people call Friday night date night but even Santana shifts her dates to Saturday so she can spend Friday with Brittany. Santana's still with Puck but she never lets him get in the way of time with Brittany. Brittany doesn't have a boyfriend and it's not for lack of options, she just doesn't like any of the boys at school enough to have them as a boyfriend. She has Santana and she feels like that's enough.
They curl up on Brittany's bed and take turns picking out movies. Santana usually picks out horror movies and then Brittany spends the whole time with her face buried in Santana's neck, too scared to look. Brittany picks out Disney movies, kids movies, classics.
Tonight Santana spends the whole movie looking at Brittany.
Brittany doesn't notice at first, she's too engrossed in watching the Von Trapp children sing, but finally she does. She doesn't say anything, just turns her attention from the screen to Santana. They're lying in Brittany's bed and it's really too small for the two of them, but they can still fit if they tangle themselves together, so they have.
They're both wearing boy shorts and tank tops, just regular old sleepwear like they've worn a thousand times before. There's nothing special about tonight, it's just the same old thing they've done a thousand times. They're looking at each other now, and as well as Brittany knows Santana, she's still never seen this look on Santana's face. She doesn't even know how to describe it.
You're so beautiful, Santana says suddenly, and Brittany smiles, because it's not the first time she's heard that from Santana. It is, however, the first time Santana's said it in quite that voice. Santana leans in and they kiss.
They've progressed since they were fourteen, they kiss with tongue now, and Brittany thinks that's sort of funny, because when Puck did it way back then she thought it was so gross, his big tongue slobbering all over her face. But when Santana does it, her tongue doesn't slobber like his does, it 's light and it flicks and darts and teases and makes Brittany feel like her stomach might flutter right out of her body. So she lets Santana kiss her, and she kisses back. She's forgotten all about the movie, all she can think about is how nice Santana's kisses feel, how good Santana's lips taste when she lets her tongue slide out softly to taste them.
Her tank top barely makes a sound when it hits the floor, neither does Santana's, but Brittany makes a sound, a soft sound, a whimper when she sees Santana for the first time. Oh sure, they've seen each other getting changed a hundred times, but this is different, this is in a bed, this is with kissing, this is that thing that's between them that they don't tell anyone about. This is hands, this is fingertips, this is soft kisses in places they've never been before, and it's new and it's amazing and Brittany feels like she can't breathe, it's too much and it's not enough all at the same time.
Their boy shorts are next, silently falling from their hands, and there's so much skin it's hard to know where to start. Santana's hands are so gentle it makes Brittany want to cry, and there's something building inside her, and it's big, and it's here and Brittany gasps and clutches at Santana because she feels like if she doesn't hang on to something important, she might just go shooting up to the moon.
It's a couple of minutes later and Brittany's fingertips are doing their best to take the same paths Santana's took, doing their best to touch all the same places and make her feel all the same feelings. There's beauty here, so much beauty, and it's not just Santana's body (even though Brittany thinks it's maybe the prettiest thing she's ever seen) it's the look in Santana's eyes that makes Brittany's breath catch in her throat.
She can see it happen, when Santana feels that something building, she can see when it gets here and Santana makes a strangled noise, her face all at once surprised and happy and something else, too, something Brittany still can't describe.
It's a while later and they're quiet, still curled up together in Brittany's bed, still looking at each other, their clothes still on the floor. It's Santana who speaks first, because Brittany still knows better than to push her.
So, she starts, and she doesn't say anything else for a couple of minutes. I've never done that before, she whispers, and Brittany can't decide if she's surprised or not - she knows Santana would have told her if she'd done that with someone, but everyone at school says that Santana does that with anyone who will have her. Brittany's warm inside, warmer from finding out she's the only one who's been allowed to make Santana feel that way.
Me neither, she replies, and Santana smiles at her, Santana's real smile, not Santana's Cheerios smile.
Brittany knows this is just one more thing she can't tell anyone about, but she's not sure she wants to. Here, under the covers with Santana, just the two of them, Brittany doesn't want to share this with anyone else. I love you, she tells Santana, and she curls around Santana just that little bit more to go to sleep.
It's morning and Santana's asleep. Brittany's watching her, and without thinking about it her hands are tracing little patterns up and down Santana's arms. She sees goose pimples rising on Santana's skin and tugs the blankets up a little higher, pulls Santana in a little closer, wanting to warm the goose pimples away.
Santana's eyes are fluttering open and the first thing she does is bury her face in the curve of Brittany's neck, nuzzling gently with her nose and dotting little kisses on Brittany's skin and Brittany makes a little noise to let her know it's nice. It takes a minute before Santana pulls back enough to look Brittany in the eye but when she does, her face is all smiles. Hey, Santana says, her voice husky with sleep, and Brittany just smiles back, leans in and kisses Santana quickly.
Brittany's sixteen and she thinks she could definitely get used to this.