you're too young & eager to love

This sort of turned into porn.

Then I get stuck.


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They have certain traditions, like linking their pinkie fingers together, or how her shoulder is forever available for Brittany to lean against. Brittany always spends the night with her on the last Saturday of the summer break. They wear matching silver toe rings, and no one has ever noticed.

In a way, this is just another tradition.

Brittany’s hips are rolling, up and down, and a little to the side. It’s almost like she’s dancing, similar except for Santana’s presence. It’s always like this too – Brittany being the last to come, because Santana is a lot less selfish than people realize, and she likes the easy, familiar way Brittany will crawl up her body to, inevitably, switch places once her thighs have stopped shaking. Santana’s orgasm had hit her powerfully like hope, but left her unusually quiet. A touch of longing that she ignored, and Brittany confused her flushed face for excitement. “Brain fall?” Brittany asked in her quiet, undemanding voice while trailing her fingers up and around Santana’s hip. “Brain freeze, Brit. That happens with ice-cream, not orgasms.” Or maybe it does, but just with Brittany. Definitely not with Puck, although he had a sort of demanding that Santana could revel in, roll on like her eyeliner. Finn was more awkward, unsuccessful due to his stumbling, lips that felt like jelly on her stomach.

She likes the way Brittany’s long hair gets caught against her mouth as she moves down her neck, and how she always wears plain bras that unsnap simply. Likes the way that Brittany, keeping with her unsophisticated ways, talks about how good Santana looks between her thighs while not noticing how it makes the brunette tense. It might make her look a little sad too, if her mouth were able to grin. Brittany’s entire body shakes when she reaches her peak, reverberating off of the other girl, and her hand tangles in Santana’s hair, half pressing against her jaw.