Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Fandom: Glee
Pairings: Santana/Brittany
Rating: T (for sexual themes)
Spoilers: Yes, but nothing major.
Summary: A blonde woman had her naked body pressed against another woman's, trapping her so she couldn't move, not that she wanted to. The brunette that was sandwiched between the bed and blonde gripped the edge of the mattress and excess sheet with her left hand when she felt the blonde kiss her bare sweaty shoulder.
Author's Note: I saw these meme and I just wanted to do a short something on the last photo, because, fuck, you need to see it.

b00bsvera . tumblr. com /post / 13643981362 / au –meme -brittany- is- a -dancer-currently -working

Take out the spaces and just…gawk. For five minutes. Than come back to this and read the short story that will be beyond this point. This is seriously just itty-bitty.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any characters.

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The small house was filled to the brim with brown cardboard boxes and half opened plastic bags. White sheets were thrown over the furniture that was shipped to the three bedroom, two and a half bath house a week before the new homeowners had moved in. Orange rays of the setting sun pushed passed flimsy curtains hug around the windows. Shadows seeped out of the corners and crawled across the walls when the sun moved away from them.

Moving into the backrooms, clothes littered the floor without rhyme or reason. An egg white door was left open and inside a queen sized bed sat on the floor with no box spring or stand. A simple, non fitting sheet protected the mattress from the people who currently lay on it, bunching it without a care in the world.

A blonde woman had her naked body pressed against another woman's, trapping her so she couldn't move, not that she wanted to. The brunette that was sandwiched between the bed and blonde gripped the edge of the mattress and excess sheet with her left hand when she felt the blonde kiss her bare sweaty shoulder.

A hand squeezed under the tanned body, easily finding what it was looking for with pale digits. The brunette buried her face in the waves of sheets when her womanhood was cupped in a strong hand that teased lightly by curling its fingers. "Fuck Britt…" The woman on the bottom groaned out. Her body involuntarily arched up.

"Ah, ah, ah." The blonde, Brittany, smirked and used her left hand to hold herself up. She readjusted herself. Her chest grazed the middle of the other woman's back and abdomen rested with the right amount of weight on the small of her back. She flicked back her head, tossing the strands that fell from the bun atop her head. Brittany leaned back down and kissed the back of her shoulder. "You had your turn in the bathroom. I get control now."

"But Britts," The Latina whined at the slow, sweet torture of the wriggling body on top of her. "I didn't do this to you!"

"Yes, you're right," Brittany agreed. "You did this." Without warning, her fingers dove into the warmth of her girlfriend and her slender fingers were immediately clenched as the brunette gasped. "And you sat there, making me beg for you more." Her fingers still had yet to move. "Be careful what you wish for San."

The End