Fic: Lucky 1/1
Title: Lucky
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: G
Word Count: 619
Summary: Waking up together.
A/N: Shameless self promotion time! I just got a twitter account for my fiction. So,
!!
(And please don't hate me for the shameless self promotion! But don't worry, I'll only ask once!)
The sun's coming up and I haven't slept.
Your head is on my chest, rising and falling softly as I breathe. Your hair is spread out over my breasts, and the sunlight beginning to stream through the window is catching it and making it glow gold, almost like you have a halo, and it's even more beautiful than it normally is. I've been absently running my fingers through it for hours, just enjoying how soft it is.
One of your arms is wrapped securely around my stomach, clutching me to you, as if I'd want to be anywhere but here. My free arm is holding you just as close. Our legs are tangled together, skin on skin from head to toe, and I'm listening to the soft sounds you make in sleep.
I'm not perfect. I'll never be the girl who tells you with big flowery words and cheesy poems how much you mean to me. I'll never be the girl who gets up in front of glee and sings you love songs. I can't take you in my arms in the halls and give you those soft, lingering kisses you love so much. I just can't let you become another Berry, another Quinn... god, another Kurt. The people at school already make fun of you because you're not smart. I can't let you give them another reason to upset you.
This, here, this is the best I can do. I have the memory of last night, your breath quickening, your body arching, the little gasps and moans that fell from your lips as I did everything I could to make you feel good. I have the memory of your body shaking in my arms as you tumbled over the edge. I have the memory of you crying out my name. And I have you, in my arms, this morning. We'll always have this between us, because I never want to let you go.
You're waking up now, and that first glimpse of your blue eyes in the morning always stops my heart for just a second. You have no idea how gorgeous you are, and that makes you even more beautiful. You're smiling at me, that slightly dazed, first thing in the morning smile that never fails to make me melt.
It takes me long minutes of just lying there holding you, looking into your eyes, to build up the courage to say it. We've never said it, not out loud. I rely on my actions, I suppose, and so do you. At least, I've never doubted you for a moment. But for putting up with me, you deserve to hear this. I'm scared, this is a big step. I take a deep breath.
“I love you,” I whisper, burying my face in your hair to hide. I hear your sharp intake of breath and I freeze. You're not saying anything and it scares me even more. Was it too much? Have I been wrong, all this time? But when I look up at you finally I relax. The smile on your face is so radiant, it could be seen from space. I can feel a couple of tears running down my cheeks and I feel like a real dork, but you kiss them away.
I don't give you a chance to speak, just lean in and kiss you deeply. “I love you too, San,” you tell me when I let you breathe, and I wonder how someone like me can possibly be so lucky as to deserve someone like you, deserve something as magic as what we have between us.
I'm not going to ask. I'm just going to hold you tight and enjoy it.
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: G
Word Count: 619
Summary: Waking up together.
A/N: Shameless self promotion time! I just got a twitter account for my fiction. So,
!!
(And please don't hate me for the shameless self promotion! But don't worry, I'll only ask once!)
The sun's coming up and I haven't slept.
Your head is on my chest, rising and falling softly as I breathe. Your hair is spread out over my breasts, and the sunlight beginning to stream through the window is catching it and making it glow gold, almost like you have a halo, and it's even more beautiful than it normally is. I've been absently running my fingers through it for hours, just enjoying how soft it is.
One of your arms is wrapped securely around my stomach, clutching me to you, as if I'd want to be anywhere but here. My free arm is holding you just as close. Our legs are tangled together, skin on skin from head to toe, and I'm listening to the soft sounds you make in sleep.
I'm not perfect. I'll never be the girl who tells you with big flowery words and cheesy poems how much you mean to me. I'll never be the girl who gets up in front of glee and sings you love songs. I can't take you in my arms in the halls and give you those soft, lingering kisses you love so much. I just can't let you become another Berry, another Quinn... god, another Kurt. The people at school already make fun of you because you're not smart. I can't let you give them another reason to upset you.
This, here, this is the best I can do. I have the memory of last night, your breath quickening, your body arching, the little gasps and moans that fell from your lips as I did everything I could to make you feel good. I have the memory of your body shaking in my arms as you tumbled over the edge. I have the memory of you crying out my name. And I have you, in my arms, this morning. We'll always have this between us, because I never want to let you go.
You're waking up now, and that first glimpse of your blue eyes in the morning always stops my heart for just a second. You have no idea how gorgeous you are, and that makes you even more beautiful. You're smiling at me, that slightly dazed, first thing in the morning smile that never fails to make me melt.
It takes me long minutes of just lying there holding you, looking into your eyes, to build up the courage to say it. We've never said it, not out loud. I rely on my actions, I suppose, and so do you. At least, I've never doubted you for a moment. But for putting up with me, you deserve to hear this. I'm scared, this is a big step. I take a deep breath.
“I love you,” I whisper, burying my face in your hair to hide. I hear your sharp intake of breath and I freeze. You're not saying anything and it scares me even more. Was it too much? Have I been wrong, all this time? But when I look up at you finally I relax. The smile on your face is so radiant, it could be seen from space. I can feel a couple of tears running down my cheeks and I feel like a real dork, but you kiss them away.
I don't give you a chance to speak, just lean in and kiss you deeply. “I love you too, San,” you tell me when I let you breathe, and I wonder how someone like me can possibly be so lucky as to deserve someone like you, deserve something as magic as what we have between us.
I'm not going to ask. I'm just going to hold you tight and enjoy it.