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]

Good, then my job is done! :)
Btw, I love your icon. Did you notice Brittany's wearing her Cheerios top backwards? She's too cute!

[spashley20]

ooooh i loved this :)

[thereadingcat]

Thanks! :D

[thereadingcat]

Thanks for reading! :)
I just read your Extraordinary fic, loved it.

[agentb81]

Very pleased to see Santana made the right choice in the end :)

Great story thanks for sharing.

[thereadingcat]

Well, how could she not choose her? She's the sweetest thing ever.
Thanks for reading :)

[wannaberogue]

I absolutely LOVE the idea that Brittany has all of these thoughts running through her head (some that can even be considered somewhat malicious). Also, I really enjoyed that it seemed like Santana kept looking at Brittany for advice or for some kind of reaction, but Brittany just waited until Santana had made her choice (which of course had to be Brittany because she is the best thing since sliced bread and gay sharks). Thanks for writing this! Great job! ^_^

[thereadingcat]

Thanks for the high praise! When I was writing this I really wanted Brittany to have all theses things building up inside of her, but she was just waiting for the right timing to let them out (even if when she does it sounds like something completely random for Santana).
And yeah, in my head Santana is a little insecure about herself, so she's sort of looking for approval on Brittany.