Kurzelx asked: 72. "You know I'm gonna win, right?"
"San, I wanna play pool," Brittany whines into her girlfriend's ear.
Santana giggles and raises her hands to clasp Brittany's arms where they wrap around hers, melting backwards into Brittany's warm embrace.
"Sure, babe," she says easily. Brittany cheers into Santana's neck, mindful of how precious Santana's eardrums are, even while she's more than a little tipsy. "But," Santana adds in a singsong, giggling again when she feels Brittany's preemptive pout, "only if we're playing for something."
"Sex," Brittany automatically, brightening up; as far as buts go, that's a pretty good one, which makes sense because Santana definitely has the best butt of anyone Brittany's ever seen.
"Nope," Santana rejects, turning in Brittany's arms and booping her on the nose, smiling fondly when her face scrunches up at the ticklish feeling. "Not good enough, because we both know that will happen with or without a bet."
Brittany grins goofily because, yeah, her girlfriend's definitely got a point. "Alright, you think of something then."
"If I win, I get to propose," Santana says without any hesitation or doubt colouring her voice.
Brittany blinks and wonders if the alcohol is affecting her hearing. She's been wanting to marry Santana since she was about seven years old, and they've talked about marriage before in that vague-future-I-wish-I-want-I-hope kind of way, but they've never really talked about it in a concrete way before. It kind of makes her want to wrap Santana up in her arms and never let go, and it kind of makes her want to kiss Santana senseless, and it kind of makes her want to shout from the rooftops and brag that Santana's her girlfriend and no one else's, and it kind of makes her want to jump Santana's bones (thought she's pretty sure that last thought is about seventy-six percent the alcohol talking).
"No, I'm going to propose," Brittany says instead of all those other floaty thoughts.
Santana smirks, but there's something softer there; it's more dimply than her usual arrogant smirk, like she's making a promise, like she's the sun and the stars and the entire future. "Not unless you win this game," she teases.
Brittany gives Santana her best game face as they head towards the pool tables; they're all free, with most people crowding the bar counter or the karaoke machine, and so Brittany picks the one farthest from everyone else, partially tucked in the corner and a little quieter than the rest of the bar. Santana graciously lets her take the first shot with a kiss to the hand as she hands Brittany a stick, and then Brittany is lining up her first shot and pocketing a couple of the balls with a grin.
Brittany tries to focus, she really does, but then Santana's in her space and crowding her senses and smiling at her so brightly Brittany loses all sense of thought (she is only human, and though Santana is too, she's a very, very, very pretty human who just so happens to smell like sunlight and flowers and everything good in the world, and Brittany can't be blamed for that at all). Brittany understands pool, because it's really just angles and forces and things she got accepted at MIT for, but Santana is focused and steady and resolute (and also really, really hot, which is really not helping Brittany's concentration).
Brittany misses another shot and wonders if Santana has slipped her another drink, that would explain why she can't really focus on the game like she wants too (she wants to propose to Santana too, but more importantly she wants to marry Santana, and in the end it doesn't really matter to her who proposes to who, just that they both end up at the aisle, so she's not actually too worried about losing this game).
Santana passes her to line up her next shot, but stops and pins Brittany against the pool table with an arm on either side of her, her eyes so dark that Brittany drowns in them. "You know I'm going to win, right?" Santana whispers fiercely, glowing and beaming, and Brittany's never seen her look so determined before. "I'm going to win, and then, one day, I'm going to propose to you."
Brittany should probably try and return Santana's overconfident taunts with one of her own, or at least focus on trying to win for herself, but instead all she manages to say is "God I hope so."