Silver, Red and White.
Title: Silver, Red and White
Author: Stargirl888
Word Count: About 700
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Rating: Heavy NC-17
WARNINGS: Edge play! Bloodplay!! Possible Cutting Triggers!
Summary: The emotions evoked were indescribable, so much more than the mere physical act.
A/N: I personally like to think of this more as an artsy type of fic than straight out porn (though there is that too), especially at the start, but that could just be me. Believe it or not bloodplay is not even a kink of mine!!! Comments and Feedback would be appreciated.
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Santana stared down at the girl between whose legs she was kneeling, admiring the planes of soft, pale flesh sprawled out before her, for her eyes only. Unable to resist she lightly traced her fingers over the blonds flat abdomen, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. Running her hands upwards Santana began to gently play with her breasts, marvelling at the feel of the firm flesh beneath her hands and preparing herself for what she was about to do.
Glancing to the table beside the bed she once again checked everything was ready before leaning over and running her tongue languidly over soft lips, a slient expression of reassurance and love. Pulling away a moment later she reached over for the small scalpel she had prepared earlier.
Brittany momentarily tensed beneath her, muscles tightening as she felt a momentary thrill at the sight if the sharp metal, Santana paused.
The first cut was for trust.
“Do you trust me?” she asked, her dark eyes meeting light.
Brittany nodded without hesitation, concentrating on relaxing and slowing her breathing. They had done this before and she knew what to expect but that didn’t stop the shivers of fearful anticipation running down her spine as she watched Santana pick up the blade.
Watching carefully, Santana waited for the blond to prepare herself before bringing the edge of the blade into contact with soft skin, making a small, shallow two inch cut just above the blonds left hip bone. The emotions evoked by the act of slicing blade through flesh, by watching the few drops of blood welling up from the wound, were indescribable, so much more than the physical act; knowing that your lover trusted you so completely to allow you to mark her in this way
Brittany let out a small breathy gasp, relishing the sting but otherwise remaining silent and still, focusing on her lovers face above her.
The second cut was for possession.
She collected a drop of blood on her finger, taking care not to touch the wound itself, and bringing it to her mouth, her tongue darted out to taste the salty, metallic liquid.
Bringing the blade back down against skin half an inch above the first cut, she carefully applied pressure, Brittany’s eyes fluttering closed as a light sweat broke out over her body, more from the intensity of the moment than the pain itself.
This cut was deeper, and she drew it slowly and with deliberation. It wouldn’t scar but would take a while to heal. Marking the girl as hers. This time a small stream of blood spilt out and Brittany shifted, tilting her hips so a trickle flowed over her abdomen to leave a vibrant red trail, relishing the sting caused by the movement, knowing it was Santana who caused it.
Santana stared lustily at the sight of the red liquid trailing over white flesh, admiring the contrast before leaning over to lick it away, taking care not to actually touch the cut itself.
“Mine.” She murmured against the blonds skin before sitting back up. The word encompassing so much more than the few drops of liquid.
“Yours.” Brittany agreed, eyes dark with arousal.
The third cut was for fun.
For the third time stainless steel touched flesh, this time pausing to rest there as Santana took a moment to check that Brittany was still okay. Brittany was watching her with such passion that it made the latina shudder and, glancing back down she drew the third and final line above the other two, shallower than the last but longer than either.
Unable to withhold the tension any longer, Santana tossed the scalpel to the side table before leaning over to hungrily capture the blonds lips with her own, a hand finding it’s way into soft folds while Brittany’s fingers clutching desperately before finding purchase in long, dark hair.
Breathing heavily, Brittany’s right hand moved down to mimick Santana’s, both girls now bucking wildly as though unable to stand the intensity of the situation any longer, both desperately trying to get the other off.
Biting down on her girls lower lip, Santana gave her clit a final flick with her thumb before being rewarded as the blond cried out with release. The sound of Brittany cumming, combined with her lovers fingers of her were enough to tumble Santana off her own cliff and into a blissful euphoria.