Fic: Flashbacks 3/?
Title: Flashbacks 3/?
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set in the future. Brittany is married.
Author's note: This is the sequel to It's A Nice Day For A White Wedding, although as usual there are little references to other fictions that i've done. This is probably going to be a long haul as Brittany and Santana have a lot of stuff to work through, it'd be great if you stuck with it though :) Mainly from Brittany's point of view though there will be some Santana perspective thrown in!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
So, not thinking of Santana lasted all of 10 minutes after getting off the plane. Brittany needs to learn some self control; it’s just that her mind wanders off and is triggered by the smallest of things. When you’ve known someone since you were like 4 and grew up together during those ‘formative years,’ and then proceeded to date said person it’s difficult to not have things which don’t prompt memories or associations. This time it was as simple as seeing a little boy eating a bag of Skittles; Santana would always save the red and purple ones (and the yellow, goes without saying) for Brittany as they were (still are) her favourites.
Brittany’s starting to over think things too much again, something which she tries not to do, not because she doesn’t want to think, but just because things get too complicated, she’s always been a person of action, she’d rather live and breath and act, then sit and muse upon things. And when she thinks about it, which she tries not to, and is why she’s not going to go down the thinking route any more, but this is more of an observation rather than proper thinking, which is ok, but now she’s tied herself up in knots. Anyway, what occurred to Brittany is that she hasn’t been this lost in her maze of thoughts since she was 15, and her and Santana started dating, not that they were dating in the open or anything, and sex isn’t dating and all that, but well she hasn’t been this mixed up since she realised she loved her best friend. She wasn’t even this messed up when she started seeing Camden, sure she was confused because she was still with Santana but Camden just seemed like a moment of clarity, everything was in focus with him, no doubts, no issues, no moods, simple; being with Camden was like getting a pair of prescription glasses, she could see clearly, free of those piled up preconceptions, living in the sunlight rather than squinting at it in the shadows. The trouble is that she had the same feeling when she’d seen Santana again on her wedding day.
Brittany is determined to just live again and stop chasing ideas and thoughts around her head like she has done for the past 12 hours. If she thinks about Santana, she thinks about her, no more of this over analysing, there’s nothing she can do about it anyway, she’s a married woman.
Mr and Mrs Woodfall check into Hotel Plaza Athenee, the honeymoon suite to be exact. It’s all very sophisticated, grand, stately, and lots of other words like majestic that Brittany thinks should rather be pompous, conceited and hollow. She has to admit that she was taken by all the splendour in the beginning, the razzle dazzle of Camden and his family. How could she not be, a young girl who’d been stuck in Lima for as long as she can remember? She loved the wedding, everything looked perfect, pristine but that’s not her, a summer wedding would have been her thing, bright flowers overflowing, colours bursting through, but she did love her wedding day because she loved Camden, and not for any other reason like being reunited with a past lover for a heated fling.
Due to her distractions of Santana, Brittany had completely forgotten about the ‘duties’ of the newly wed woman; and so when Camden begun his barrage of kisses she was a little taken aback. She can’t resist comparison, even though she tries her hardest to not let her mind wander; Camden’s rough lips and stubble, his coarse hands swimming across her body compared to Santana’ s soft lips and smooth touches. Brittany’s back in the bathroom with Santana again and this time she’s not stopping her. Santana’s tongue is battling against hers, their hips rocking into each other, hands groping for more contact, a single finger traces its way along Brittany’s entrance teasing her, Brittany anticipates Santana will slip one of her slender digits inside and begin stroking, slowly at first before Brittany begs her for more. That is what Brittany is expecting, but something hard is almost brutally thrust into her, pumping hard with intermittent low moans. The illusion breaks as she’s summoned back to the hotel room, Camden collapses down beside her, face flushed from exertion, and wrapping an arm around her, he whispers into her ear a quick ‘I love you’ before falling asleep, a warm smile present on his dozing countenance.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set in the future. Brittany is married.
Author's note: This is the sequel to It's A Nice Day For A White Wedding, although as usual there are little references to other fictions that i've done. This is probably going to be a long haul as Brittany and Santana have a lot of stuff to work through, it'd be great if you stuck with it though :) Mainly from Brittany's point of view though there will be some Santana perspective thrown in!
Chapter One
Chapter Two
So, not thinking of Santana lasted all of 10 minutes after getting off the plane. Brittany needs to learn some self control; it’s just that her mind wanders off and is triggered by the smallest of things. When you’ve known someone since you were like 4 and grew up together during those ‘formative years,’ and then proceeded to date said person it’s difficult to not have things which don’t prompt memories or associations. This time it was as simple as seeing a little boy eating a bag of Skittles; Santana would always save the red and purple ones (and the yellow, goes without saying) for Brittany as they were (still are) her favourites.
Brittany’s starting to over think things too much again, something which she tries not to do, not because she doesn’t want to think, but just because things get too complicated, she’s always been a person of action, she’d rather live and breath and act, then sit and muse upon things. And when she thinks about it, which she tries not to, and is why she’s not going to go down the thinking route any more, but this is more of an observation rather than proper thinking, which is ok, but now she’s tied herself up in knots. Anyway, what occurred to Brittany is that she hasn’t been this lost in her maze of thoughts since she was 15, and her and Santana started dating, not that they were dating in the open or anything, and sex isn’t dating and all that, but well she hasn’t been this mixed up since she realised she loved her best friend. She wasn’t even this messed up when she started seeing Camden, sure she was confused because she was still with Santana but Camden just seemed like a moment of clarity, everything was in focus with him, no doubts, no issues, no moods, simple; being with Camden was like getting a pair of prescription glasses, she could see clearly, free of those piled up preconceptions, living in the sunlight rather than squinting at it in the shadows. The trouble is that she had the same feeling when she’d seen Santana again on her wedding day.
Brittany is determined to just live again and stop chasing ideas and thoughts around her head like she has done for the past 12 hours. If she thinks about Santana, she thinks about her, no more of this over analysing, there’s nothing she can do about it anyway, she’s a married woman.
Mr and Mrs Woodfall check into Hotel Plaza Athenee, the honeymoon suite to be exact. It’s all very sophisticated, grand, stately, and lots of other words like majestic that Brittany thinks should rather be pompous, conceited and hollow. She has to admit that she was taken by all the splendour in the beginning, the razzle dazzle of Camden and his family. How could she not be, a young girl who’d been stuck in Lima for as long as she can remember? She loved the wedding, everything looked perfect, pristine but that’s not her, a summer wedding would have been her thing, bright flowers overflowing, colours bursting through, but she did love her wedding day because she loved Camden, and not for any other reason like being reunited with a past lover for a heated fling.
Due to her distractions of Santana, Brittany had completely forgotten about the ‘duties’ of the newly wed woman; and so when Camden begun his barrage of kisses she was a little taken aback. She can’t resist comparison, even though she tries her hardest to not let her mind wander; Camden’s rough lips and stubble, his coarse hands swimming across her body compared to Santana’ s soft lips and smooth touches. Brittany’s back in the bathroom with Santana again and this time she’s not stopping her. Santana’s tongue is battling against hers, their hips rocking into each other, hands groping for more contact, a single finger traces its way along Brittany’s entrance teasing her, Brittany anticipates Santana will slip one of her slender digits inside and begin stroking, slowly at first before Brittany begs her for more. That is what Brittany is expecting, but something hard is almost brutally thrust into her, pumping hard with intermittent low moans. The illusion breaks as she’s summoned back to the hotel room, Camden collapses down beside her, face flushed from exertion, and wrapping an arm around her, he whispers into her ear a quick ‘I love you’ before falling asleep, a warm smile present on his dozing countenance.