fic: it's really more of a feeling
Title: It’s Really More of a Feeling
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: G
Summary: Santana and Brittany are maybe a little tipsy and the stars are out. (Just a little drabble -500 some words).
Spoilers: None.
Notes: This is what I did in my night class today rather than pay attention. (Fail or win? -I can’t decide.)
Santana collapses onto the grass and Brittany falls down with her. They both giggle, and roll onto their backs so that they’re laying side by side, elbows touching. Brittany smiles and turns her head towards Santana, who’s looking up at the night sky.
“That was fun,” Brittany comments.
“I feel sick,” Santana complains.
Brittany turns her head to look up into the semi-darkness (a porch light is on close-by). They had left the party to escape the humidity generated by too many bodies in one house. Both of them were a little tipsy (or maybe a little more than tipsy) from the mystery punch Puck had brought with him to the event. It was the last day of their freshman year of high school.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Brittany asks.
“No,” Santana answers.
Brittany smiles because the porch light turns off, so the stars stop hiding and start twinkling. The two girls had escaped from the humidity inside the house to the fresh night air of the new summer. Brittany inhales it greedily, and she can hear Santana doing the same beside her.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Brittany asks.
Santana bursts into a fit of laughter. “You already asked me that.”
“Oh, right.” Brittany laughs a little too. Her eyes drift lazily from the stars to the moon. “Do you believe in true love?” she asks.
“No,” Santana answers.
“Yeah,” Brittany exhales, “me neither.”
The moon is too lonely to look at, so Brittany rolls onto her side. She wraps her un-trapped arm around Santana and nuzzles the other girl’s shoulder. She feels like she could fall asleep.
“The grass is soft,” Brittany mumbles.
“And wet,” Santana huffs, “and gross.”
Brittany nuzzles closer against Santana and hums a song that she only vaguely remembers. It’s either something she heard as a baby or something she heard in a dream -it’s too hazy for her to pinpoint. (It’s really more of a feeling than a song.) When Brittany can’t remember any more of the tune, she shifts up and over a little so she can rest her head against the crook of Santana’s neck. She can feel the other girl’s pulse through her skin. She places a kiss there.
“Brittany?”
“Yeah?”
Santana hesitates a moment, her body stiffening. But she exhales a few moments later. “I think we’re drunk.”
Brittany shifts again so that she’s propped up on her elbows, half on top of Santana. She can feel Santana’s breath as it leaves her lips. Brittany leans down and places a kiss on them. It feels nice. And when Brittany pulls away, Santana pushes up, recapturing the other girl’s lips. Her hands are gripping Brittany’s hips securely, like she wants to make sure that the other girl won’t run away. Brittany thinks it’s silly (she’s too tipsy to run, even if she wanted to).
When they break apart a second time, Brittany is smiling and Santana isn’t. But her eyes are sparkling a little (though they could just be reflecting the stars).
“I like when it’s just us,” Brittany comments.
“Yeah,” Santana breaths, “me too.”
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: G
Summary: Santana and Brittany are maybe a little tipsy and the stars are out. (Just a little drabble -500 some words).
Spoilers: None.
Notes: This is what I did in my night class today rather than pay attention. (Fail or win? -I can’t decide.)
Santana collapses onto the grass and Brittany falls down with her. They both giggle, and roll onto their backs so that they’re laying side by side, elbows touching. Brittany smiles and turns her head towards Santana, who’s looking up at the night sky.
“That was fun,” Brittany comments.
“I feel sick,” Santana complains.
Brittany turns her head to look up into the semi-darkness (a porch light is on close-by). They had left the party to escape the humidity generated by too many bodies in one house. Both of them were a little tipsy (or maybe a little more than tipsy) from the mystery punch Puck had brought with him to the event. It was the last day of their freshman year of high school.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Brittany asks.
“No,” Santana answers.
Brittany smiles because the porch light turns off, so the stars stop hiding and start twinkling. The two girls had escaped from the humidity inside the house to the fresh night air of the new summer. Brittany inhales it greedily, and she can hear Santana doing the same beside her.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” Brittany asks.
Santana bursts into a fit of laughter. “You already asked me that.”
“Oh, right.” Brittany laughs a little too. Her eyes drift lazily from the stars to the moon. “Do you believe in true love?” she asks.
“No,” Santana answers.
“Yeah,” Brittany exhales, “me neither.”
The moon is too lonely to look at, so Brittany rolls onto her side. She wraps her un-trapped arm around Santana and nuzzles the other girl’s shoulder. She feels like she could fall asleep.
“The grass is soft,” Brittany mumbles.
“And wet,” Santana huffs, “and gross.”
Brittany nuzzles closer against Santana and hums a song that she only vaguely remembers. It’s either something she heard as a baby or something she heard in a dream -it’s too hazy for her to pinpoint. (It’s really more of a feeling than a song.) When Brittany can’t remember any more of the tune, she shifts up and over a little so she can rest her head against the crook of Santana’s neck. She can feel the other girl’s pulse through her skin. She places a kiss there.
“Brittany?”
“Yeah?”
Santana hesitates a moment, her body stiffening. But she exhales a few moments later. “I think we’re drunk.”
Brittany shifts again so that she’s propped up on her elbows, half on top of Santana. She can feel Santana’s breath as it leaves her lips. Brittany leans down and places a kiss on them. It feels nice. And when Brittany pulls away, Santana pushes up, recapturing the other girl’s lips. Her hands are gripping Brittany’s hips securely, like she wants to make sure that the other girl won’t run away. Brittany thinks it’s silly (she’s too tipsy to run, even if she wanted to).
When they break apart a second time, Brittany is smiling and Santana isn’t. But her eyes are sparkling a little (though they could just be reflecting the stars).
“I like when it’s just us,” Brittany comments.
“Yeah,” Santana breaths, “me too.”