fic: I'm not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you

[thereadingcat]

I’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you

Santana rolled off from on top of Brittany, who was lying on her back. The Latina sat on the side of her bed, still naked, turning her back on her.

'That was fun, B', she said, looking over her shoulder and searching for her friend's eyes.

Brittany said nothing. It was sort of an after-

Comments

[thereadingcat]

Yeah, I survived the slushie mafia!
Btw, you still owe a Brittana fic based on the prompt I suggested after reading one of yours, remember? You don't want the slushies to turn on you...

[thereadingcat]

Well, the promise of two new chapters for Reunions is really appealing, so I guess that buys you some more time...
-God, I wanted to add this really cool Brittany gif here, but I can't get it done! I'm so angry at my lack of cool-computer-knowledge.-

[vickie_tb]

great job, really cute ending :) and i love that brittany is (usually) the only one who santana can be around on mondays.

[thereadingcat]

Thanks! :) You should take some credit though, this was all inspired by your vid.

[vickie_tb]

yay i feel special :), this song is just so perfect for them :)

[thereadingcat]

Yeah, I thought about that too, specially because she almost doesn't speak during the whole fic, she only says that line and at the very end.
Thanks for reading!

[whatisthis15]

Love it :D It's a great song and you made it fit seamlessly!

[thereadingcat]

Thanks for reading! :)

[thereadingcat]

Thanks! And yeah, sistahs over bros!