Brittany arched into Santana, drinking her in, all heated kisses and heated skin.
Santana bucked against her, and Brittany placed a thumb on her clit in just the way she knew she liked before sliding two fingers inside.
Warm, warm. Santana was so warm.
What seemed like only moments later, Santana was rising from the bed and dressing.
"Are you leaving?" She tried to keep her voice level.
"You know I got a date, Brit-Brit."
"Yeah." Brittany said nothing else as Santana finished and headed for the door.
"See you tomorrow."
Brittany nodded, and Santana walked away, leaving her cold.