"Will you do it with me? Please?" Brittany asked in a cheery voice.
Santana knew that Brittany was only innocently asking her to dance, it is what you're supposed to do at weddings after all, but she just couldn't help herself. A wicked grin spread across her face. "Not while my nephew is looking, you naughty girl," she said using her head to indicate the small boy playing a few feet away.
Brittany couldn't help but laugh. "What if I beg?" she tried.
Santana's jaw dropped. She wasn't sure if Brittany had meant that the way it sounded but it had the right effect.
"Sorry," Santana mumbled with a laugh, "But my brain seems to be no longer operational. It says it needs a few minutes. And possibly a cold shower."
A sly smile spread across Brittany's face. "Note to self," she said aloud, "my girlfriend likes begging."
"Apparently so, Britts." Santana agreed, "Cause that was kinds hot."
"You're lucky your nephew is here," Brittany whispered, her tone implying trouble of the fun variety.
Santana looked over Brittany's shoulder and grinned. "Not anymore," she told Brittany, "His mom must've grabbed him."
Brittany wrapped her arms loosely around Santana's neck. "Is that so?" she grinned back.
When Santana's eyes flicked past Brittany's shoulder again her smile faded. "God I wish so," she whined when she saw her nephew again, "He's back."
Brittany gave her sweetest smile and released Santana. "That's okay. Maybe later," she said before trying to walk away.
"I don't think so," Santana said, catching Brittany's wrist and pulling her close again, "He has a mom to watch him."
Brittany guided Santana backwards to an empty hall with a chuckle. When she was sure they were all alone she pressed her lithe, dancer's frame against Santana as if trying to mold them into one. She smoothed her cheek against Santana's.
"Now, if memory serves, we were right about here," Brittany whispered huskily, her lips close to Santana's ear, "And I was going to beg for...something."
"Hot," Santana breathed, her brain turning to mush.
Brittany lightly ran dragged her nails up the back of her girlfriend's neck before tangling them in her dark mane. "Please?" she begged, sporadically kissing the outer edges of the Latina's ear, "Please baby? Please? For me?"
Santana's breath was coming in short pants now, "I think you just killed my brain again, Britts. Damn."
Brittany flicked Santana's earlobe with the tip of her tongue then smiled against it, "It's been a while since I made you say 'Damn' like that, San."
Santana let out a shaky breath then met Brittany's eyes. "I honestly don't even remember what you're asking for," Santana told Brittany, "But I'm pretty sure I'm willing to give you just about anything."
A huge smile spread across Brittany's lips, "I was just trying to get you to dance. But uh...now I think I have a better idea."
Together they decided to call it an early night. They said their goodbyes and headed home. As soon as they walked through the door Brittany practically dragged Santana to the bedroom where she proceeded to show her girlfriend just how good she could beg.
Santana knew that Brittany was only innocently asking her to dance, it is what you're supposed to do at weddings after all, but she just couldn't help herself. A wicked grin spread across her face. "Not while my nephew is looking, you naughty girl," she said using her head to indicate the small boy playing a few feet away.
Brittany couldn't help but laugh. "What if I beg?" she tried.
Santana's jaw dropped. She wasn't sure if Brittany had meant that the way it sounded but it had the right effect.
"Sorry," Santana mumbled with a laugh, "But my brain seems to be no longer operational. It says it needs a few minutes. And possibly a cold shower."
A sly smile spread across Brittany's face. "Note to self," she said aloud, "my girlfriend likes begging."
"Apparently so, Britts." Santana agreed, "Cause that was kinds hot."
"You're lucky your nephew is here," Brittany whispered, her tone implying trouble of the fun variety.
Santana looked over Brittany's shoulder and grinned. "Not anymore," she told Brittany, "His mom must've grabbed him."
Brittany wrapped her arms loosely around Santana's neck. "Is that so?" she grinned back.
When Santana's eyes flicked past Brittany's shoulder again her smile faded. "God I wish so," she whined when she saw her nephew again, "He's back."
Brittany gave her sweetest smile and released Santana. "That's okay. Maybe later," she said before trying to walk away.
"I don't think so," Santana said, catching Brittany's wrist and pulling her close again, "He has a mom to watch him."
Brittany guided Santana backwards to an empty hall with a chuckle. When she was sure they were all alone she pressed her lithe, dancer's frame against Santana as if trying to mold them into one. She smoothed her cheek against Santana's.
"Now, if memory serves, we were right about here," Brittany whispered huskily, her lips close to Santana's ear, "And I was going to beg for...something."
"Hot," Santana breathed, her brain turning to mush.
Brittany lightly ran dragged her nails up the back of her girlfriend's neck before tangling them in her dark mane. "Please?" she begged, sporadically kissing the outer edges of the Latina's ear, "Please baby? Please? For me?"
Santana's breath was coming in short pants now, "I think you just killed my brain again, Britts. Damn."
Brittany flicked Santana's earlobe with the tip of her tongue then smiled against it, "It's been a while since I made you say 'Damn' like that, San."
Santana let out a shaky breath then met Brittany's eyes. "I honestly don't even remember what you're asking for," Santana told Brittany, "But I'm pretty sure I'm willing to give you just about anything."
A huge smile spread across Brittany's lips, "I was just trying to get you to dance. But uh...now I think I have a better idea."
Together they decided to call it an early night. They said their goodbyes and headed home. As soon as they walked through the door Brittany practically dragged Santana to the bedroom where she proceeded to show her girlfriend just how good she could beg.