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storypaint) wrote2009-12-20 07:37 pm
storypaint) wrote2009-12-20 07:37 pm
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Food as a Metaphor (Brittany/Santana)
Title: Food as a Metaphor
Fandom: Glee
Length: 179 words
Prompt: Glee Fic!Battle: Brittany/Santana, Tacos vs hot dogs, Any
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Other: R for sex
Excerpt: Sometimes Santana refers to their one-on-one time as taco-time, snickering under her breath, but Brittany doesn't really get the reference.
Sometimes Santana refers to their one-on-one time as taco-time, snickering under her breath, but Brittany doesn't really get the reference. You ate a taco from the side, after all, not straight on with Santana's thighs on your shoulders. And a taco didn't have a clitoris, either, and Santana definitely had one of those. What would it be, anyway, a bigger lump of meat? It certainly wouldn't make someone squirm like Brittany's tongue can make Santana squirm.
And most confusingly, you ate a taco and then it was gone, and you were full. But Brittany could spend hours with her mouth on Santana and not get full, or bored, or gassy. It was helping her learn Spanish, too, though Mr. Schuester probably didn't want to know any of the words Santana hissed between her teeth.
"What are you daydreaming about? Get back to--" Santana began, and then gasped as Brittany obediently returned to work. She sucked gently on Santana's clit, making the other cheerleader spasm, and her mind wandered off toward butterflies.
Fandom: Glee
Length: 179 words
Prompt: Glee Fic!Battle: Brittany/Santana, Tacos vs hot dogs, Any
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Other: R for sex
Excerpt: Sometimes Santana refers to their one-on-one time as taco-time, snickering under her breath, but Brittany doesn't really get the reference.
Sometimes Santana refers to their one-on-one time as taco-time, snickering under her breath, but Brittany doesn't really get the reference. You ate a taco from the side, after all, not straight on with Santana's thighs on your shoulders. And a taco didn't have a clitoris, either, and Santana definitely had one of those. What would it be, anyway, a bigger lump of meat? It certainly wouldn't make someone squirm like Brittany's tongue can make Santana squirm.
And most confusingly, you ate a taco and then it was gone, and you were full. But Brittany could spend hours with her mouth on Santana and not get full, or bored, or gassy. It was helping her learn Spanish, too, though Mr. Schuester probably didn't want to know any of the words Santana hissed between her teeth.
"What are you daydreaming about? Get back to--" Santana began, and then gasped as Brittany obediently returned to work. She sucked gently on Santana's clit, making the other cheerleader spasm, and her mind wandered off toward butterflies.
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The ending is brilliant! I'm still giggling because I didn't expect it at all.
Great job!
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