fic: perfect
Title: Perfect.
Author: x_kathirose
Rating: 14+ for implied sex.
Length: 476 words.
Spoilers: Sectionals.
Summary: Because everybody needs more Brittana in their lives.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, these characters are under Ryan Murphy's thumb, not mine.
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"Santana?"
"Yes, Britt?"
"If sex isn't dating, then what are we?"
The two girls were lying on Brittany's super fluffy double bed, Splits magazine open on the pillow and a thin white headphone cord trailing between them. Their bare feet were tangled together, displaying matching Cheerios-red pedicures. A thin silver bracelet hung delicately on Santana's left wrist. As she wriggled uncomfortably on the bed, Santana could feel Brittany's eyes on her, waiting patiently for an answer, but the Latina didn't turn her head towards her. Brittany could disarm her with a single glance, and that scared Santana. It was why she always ran back to boys - they let her be in control. Santana didn't like not being in control, and everything about Brittany was uncontrollable, in a way that terrified Santana, but excited her too. It was what kept her up at night, her face flushed and her heartbeat out of control, imagination on overdrive. But she'd never admit it. She couldn't.
When the head cheerleader opened her mouth to reply, nothing came out. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, shielding herself from the girl she wanted more than anything else. That scared her, too - Santana Lopez did not lose control of her emotions. She was confident, she was in control - and she was in love with her best friend, and there was not a damn thing she could do to stop it. It hurt to admit it, even to herself, but when she felt soft hands on her shoulders, kneading the knots of tension in her back, she yielded to Brittany's gentle touch and her own desire, not even flinching when Brittany's quavering voice said: "I'm sorry, San, it's just -"
But the blonde's last words were muffled as Santana covered her mouth with fierce desperate kisses. Brittany felt the tension drain from Santana's body as their mouths met, their tongues joined and their hands explored each other's smooth bodies, and she melted into the delicious embrace of her best friend, her lover, her soulmate. They kissed for what seemed like hours, and it was only when Santana's fingers found Brittany's shorts that they paused for air. Santana teased the zipper as Brittany's face flushed and she moaned in anticipation. Santana leant over to kiss Brittany on the nose and smiled her real smile, the one she kept for Brittany's eyes only.
"Britt, I don't know what we are..."
She pulled at the zip and slid the denim shorts down Brittany's smooth thighs, revealing lacy underwear and the tiniest glimpse of blonde curls. Santana moaned urgently and tugged her own top off, before gently pushing Brittany down on the bed and undoing the buttons on the other girl's checked shirt.
"But I do know that as long as we're together, life is going to be perfect."
Author: x_kathirose
Rating: 14+ for implied sex.
Length: 476 words.
Spoilers: Sectionals.
Summary: Because everybody needs more Brittana in their lives.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, these characters are under Ryan Murphy's thumb, not mine.
---
"Santana?"
"Yes, Britt?"
"If sex isn't dating, then what are we?"
The two girls were lying on Brittany's super fluffy double bed, Splits magazine open on the pillow and a thin white headphone cord trailing between them. Their bare feet were tangled together, displaying matching Cheerios-red pedicures. A thin silver bracelet hung delicately on Santana's left wrist. As she wriggled uncomfortably on the bed, Santana could feel Brittany's eyes on her, waiting patiently for an answer, but the Latina didn't turn her head towards her. Brittany could disarm her with a single glance, and that scared Santana. It was why she always ran back to boys - they let her be in control. Santana didn't like not being in control, and everything about Brittany was uncontrollable, in a way that terrified Santana, but excited her too. It was what kept her up at night, her face flushed and her heartbeat out of control, imagination on overdrive. But she'd never admit it. She couldn't.
When the head cheerleader opened her mouth to reply, nothing came out. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, shielding herself from the girl she wanted more than anything else. That scared her, too - Santana Lopez did not lose control of her emotions. She was confident, she was in control - and she was in love with her best friend, and there was not a damn thing she could do to stop it. It hurt to admit it, even to herself, but when she felt soft hands on her shoulders, kneading the knots of tension in her back, she yielded to Brittany's gentle touch and her own desire, not even flinching when Brittany's quavering voice said: "I'm sorry, San, it's just -"
But the blonde's last words were muffled as Santana covered her mouth with fierce desperate kisses. Brittany felt the tension drain from Santana's body as their mouths met, their tongues joined and their hands explored each other's smooth bodies, and she melted into the delicious embrace of her best friend, her lover, her soulmate. They kissed for what seemed like hours, and it was only when Santana's fingers found Brittany's shorts that they paused for air. Santana teased the zipper as Brittany's face flushed and she moaned in anticipation. Santana leant over to kiss Brittany on the nose and smiled her real smile, the one she kept for Brittany's eyes only.
"Britt, I don't know what we are..."
She pulled at the zip and slid the denim shorts down Brittany's smooth thighs, revealing lacy underwear and the tiniest glimpse of blonde curls. Santana moaned urgently and tugged her own top off, before gently pushing Brittany down on the bed and undoing the buttons on the other girl's checked shirt.
"But I do know that as long as we're together, life is going to be perfect."