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storypaint) wrote2009-12-20 07:33 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-12-20 07:33 pm
Caliente (Brittany/Santana)
Title: Caliente
Fandom: Glee
Length: 297 words
Prompt: Glee Fic!Battle: Brittany/Santana, Santana says her sexts are "too hot to erase" but maybe Brittany just doesn't know how to delete them, Any
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Other: PG for sexual implications
Excerpt: Yep, at the top of the screen there was a blinking mailbox icon. It wasn't hard to see, even against the Cheerio red of the skirt in the background. When had Brittany taken a picture of someone's ass, and why was it her phone background?
"My phone is beeping again," Brittany said with a frown, staring down at the little red device. As she spoke, it made a noise that Santana recognized.
"Your text message box is full," she said, reaching irritably for the phone to confirm her suspicions. Yep, at the top of the screen there was a blinking mailbox icon. It wasn't hard to see, even against the Cheerio red of the skirt in the background. When had Brittany taken a picture of someone's ass, and why was it her phone background? ...Actually, by the glimpse of leg at the bottom of the screen, that was Santana's ass. Awesome, she looked toned.
She found Brittany's text messages and cleaned out her inbox, and sent items for good measure.
"You don't know how to do that?" she asked, holding the phone up like it was an accusation.
"I usually ask Kurt," Brittany mumbled. Santana shook her head. She understood that the gay kid needed a fag hag, but didn't he have that black girl? And the Asian chick? She didn't want Brittany dependent on anyone else but herself. Santana was a possessive girl.
"And you said your sexts were too hot to delete," Brittany said, looking worried, "so I saved them. And you were right, of course. I reread them and I really missed you last night."
Now this-- this was the sort of thing Santana was talking about. She stopped Brittany's quivering lower lip with a kiss, her tongue warm on the other girl's lips. The blonde squeaked with satisfaction when Santana pushed her back down on the bed.
It really was no wonder that Brittany answered her entire Spanish test with drawings of sombreros. Santana wasn't a very patient tutor.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 297 words
Prompt: Glee Fic!Battle: Brittany/Santana, Santana says her sexts are "too hot to erase" but maybe Brittany just doesn't know how to delete them, Any
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Other: PG for sexual implications
Excerpt: Yep, at the top of the screen there was a blinking mailbox icon. It wasn't hard to see, even against the Cheerio red of the skirt in the background. When had Brittany taken a picture of someone's ass, and why was it her phone background?
"My phone is beeping again," Brittany said with a frown, staring down at the little red device. As she spoke, it made a noise that Santana recognized.
"Your text message box is full," she said, reaching irritably for the phone to confirm her suspicions. Yep, at the top of the screen there was a blinking mailbox icon. It wasn't hard to see, even against the Cheerio red of the skirt in the background. When had Brittany taken a picture of someone's ass, and why was it her phone background? ...Actually, by the glimpse of leg at the bottom of the screen, that was Santana's ass. Awesome, she looked toned.
She found Brittany's text messages and cleaned out her inbox, and sent items for good measure.
"You don't know how to do that?" she asked, holding the phone up like it was an accusation.
"I usually ask Kurt," Brittany mumbled. Santana shook her head. She understood that the gay kid needed a fag hag, but didn't he have that black girl? And the Asian chick? She didn't want Brittany dependent on anyone else but herself. Santana was a possessive girl.
"And you said your sexts were too hot to delete," Brittany said, looking worried, "so I saved them. And you were right, of course. I reread them and I really missed you last night."
Now this-- this was the sort of thing Santana was talking about. She stopped Brittany's quivering lower lip with a kiss, her tongue warm on the other girl's lips. The blonde squeaked with satisfaction when Santana pushed her back down on the bed.
It really was no wonder that Brittany answered her entire Spanish test with drawings of sombreros. Santana wasn't a very patient tutor.
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