The Fist Kiss
They'd been talking and laughing about Cheerios, glee club, school, and whatever else came to mind. But their conversation had come to a lull and Santana could feel the nervous energy build in her stomach once again as Brittany laid next to her on her bed. She didn't know why she'd had these nervous feelings on and off when Brittany was around; they were just there. And they was building once again.
Santana tried to relax further into her pillow as she felt Brittany shift to the right of her, the queen sized bed giving them plenty of space. But soon the blonde was propped up on her left elbow and looking into brown eyes. The Latina gulped as the butterflies in her stomach felt like they had just drank some Red Bull.
Brittany slowly crawled directly over her friend, giving plenty of space between their bodies since she was on her knees, a forearm, and a hand. She continued to look into her eyes, questioning her if this was okay. Not much of a response was given since brown eyes were flittering around the room, only sometimes meeting the blue ones that were seeking them out. There wasn't a 'no' given to the blonde, so she continued her journey downward, noting how frozen Santana would look to be if someone couldn't see her chest rising and dipping with her deep breaths, her eyes' scattered movements, and blood rushing to the surface of her face.
Before Santana knew it the soft, short kiss was over. She opened her eyes, hardly realizing that she had shut them. Her eyes were frantically wide, yet stable with their gaze into the blue ones above her. The ribcage around her heart seemed to be shrinking as the muscle within it beat harder than she ever thought possible. Yes, she was more scared and nervous than she could ever remember being in her life, but it also felt like something had clicked into place like it never had before – and that seemed to scare her most of all.
Brittany was slightly anxious that she had done something wrong, Santana could tell. She noticed the slight gulping motion, Brittany's eye contact trying to stay strong with her own, and the blonde was unusually quiet.
A tan hand was lifted upwards, entwining with blonde hair as it reached it's destination at the bottom of the back of the blonde's head. Santana's eyes could no longer resist the pull to look at Brittany's lips as she began to gently bring them towards her, licking her own in the process.
This kiss lasted a bit longer as Santana grabbed Brittany's bottom lip between the two of her own. The Latina's mind was more aware of what was happening this time, but it was still over too soon.
Brittany pulled back a couple of inches, waiting for Santana to open her eyes again. She could tell that the soul behind the windows was confused by the abrupt end of the contact. Her own blue eyes signaled what she was thinking; questioning if this was really what Santana wanted. Plump lips jerked into a slight smile before being licked again by their owner's tongue, the tenseness leaving the Latina at the same time. Brittany's own lips spread into a smile before meeting the ones below her.
Santana had a feeling that she'd have to be the one to take the next step from here; Brittany wouldn't instigate any further.
The Latina's tongue tasted the lips in front of hers. The pink gates opened, leaving Santana purring as she was allowed access to the space beyond.
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AN:
Thanks for reading! Reviews are very much welcome! This is the first time I've published this type of a scene, so constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.
This came to me while trying to finish a chapter of my Final Fantasy 13 story... at least I finished/published something, yeah? ...maybe.
September 3, 2012
