FIC; Just don't decieve me. [Glee, Santana/Brittany]
Title: Just don't decieve me
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG
Summary: She needs her. She doesn't need anybody.
Spoilers: None.
She feels the edge of the bed dip, the warmth of a foriegn body siddling up behind her. Thin, lanky arms snake themselves around the latina's stomach, pulling her close to the intruder. She knows who her company is just by the wafting scent of cotton candy perfume.
There isn't a greeting to be said, only the sound of labored breathing.
A beat or two passes before Santana's lips manage to curl up in an unwelcoming snarl. "Why are you here?"
A nose nuzzles in Santana's shoulderblades nearly breaking the latina down. Almost crumpling the stone wall she built up. Struggling to remain stiff, she scoffs and let's her eyes narrow.
All she can hear is a weak whimper and slightly muffled response. "You looked hurt."
"Pft. I'm never hurt, okay? So just go." Her demand was meant to have poison, some kind of sting. But her voice catches, and a tremble breaks her words, lessens the blow. All the same she imagines the blond wincing in return.
"You need me."
"I don't need anyone."
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG
Summary: She needs her. She doesn't need anybody.
Spoilers: None.
She feels the edge of the bed dip, the warmth of a foriegn body siddling up behind her. Thin, lanky arms snake themselves around the latina's stomach, pulling her close to the intruder. She knows who her company is just by the wafting scent of cotton candy perfume.
There isn't a greeting to be said, only the sound of labored breathing.
A beat or two passes before Santana's lips manage to curl up in an unwelcoming snarl. "Why are you here?"
A nose nuzzles in Santana's shoulderblades nearly breaking the latina down. Almost crumpling the stone wall she built up. Struggling to remain stiff, she scoffs and let's her eyes narrow.
All she can hear is a weak whimper and slightly muffled response. "You looked hurt."
"Pft. I'm never hurt, okay? So just go." Her demand was meant to have poison, some kind of sting. But her voice catches, and a tremble breaks her words, lessens the blow. All the same she imagines the blond wincing in return.
"You need me."
"I don't need anyone."