Pink cami and her favorite lace panties; that was all Santana Lopez had on as she rolled onto her back in bed. Her dark hair was pulled up into a ponytail and it was hot as hell in her room but that didn't stop her from wishing she had someone to cuddle with tonight.
It was ridiculously stupid how her body wanted so much attention at all hours of the day. Not to be held though; she could get any guy for that. No, just touching was good enough for her. Sex was nice, don't get her wrong. She felt special when she knew it was because of her that someone was screaming, that it was her name they were calling out. But she was almost getting tired of the one-night-stands.
She wanted someone real. Someone who would remind her of how pretty she was for no goddamn reason, who wouldn't be afraid to walk down the halls of McKinley hand in hand with her. As rebellious as she was, Santana actually wanted someone who she could trust would be there in the morning. Bad girls need love too, right?
Lately, her every thought lead her right back to Brittany. Her favorite blonde. Her best friend. Brittany was sweet and always smelled good and she was soft... oh, so soft. Santana's favorite thing was to trace over Britt's skin with her lips, and every new dip of her body she discovered was like heaven. She loved her sweet lady parts; she loved how feminine she was and she loved the stupid smile that girl left her with every time they hooked up.
And now it was more than sex. Lately, she's been craving the talks and the hand holding and even the little kisses Britt's always showering her cheeks with.
Santana sighed, pushing her hand passed the fabric of her panties and resting on her freshly shaven mound. She wanted Brittany right now. She could use a nice tumble with her girl friend.
Santana was now thinking about their little wrestling matches they would have when Brittany had the house to herself. Both of them, all alone upstairs in her room just laughing and groping each other. Santana knew how much Brittany loved being pinned down by the latina. It was way too easy though. San knew she was being let win, but she was alright with that. She got plenty rewarded for being the winner.
Author's note: I also have a Brittany account. It really does not matter which role I take, I am just in desperate need of some Brittana action in my sad sad life. ;A;
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