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With These Words, Sincerely Yours - by LyricallyObsessed33

Chapter One – She Likes Ducks and I Like Her

"You're my best friend," she whispered, molding her face into the crook of Brittany's neck. The contact and familiarity of past intimacies seeps from pale to tanned skin, forcing Santana to take an unsteady breath.

"Yeah, me too," Brittany replied, barely above a whisper, as her hands grasped to pull her best friend closer. Everything was said, but at the same time nothing was conversed.

A moment of silence and peace wafted over them. Santana wished they could always be like this. Just the two of them. She felt secure and loved within Brittany's arms, like nothing else mattered. It was intoxicating, the way Brittany had to slightly crouch down because she was a few inches taller, the way her blonde ponytail brushed against Santana's cheek, the way Brittany's fingers traced light circles on the small of her back. She was Santana's personal drug, and the thought alone caused her to fear the unknown, the uncertainty of who they truly were to one another. Santana hastily pulled away, immediately regretting the loss of contact and heat.

A smile spread across Santana's face, a hope, like a glimmer of maybe, as she held up her pinkie to Brittany. The exuberant blonde smiled and laced her pinkie with Santana's. Their fingers locked between them as they turned to walk down the hallway.

"When did you get so smart?"

Brittany blushed, not necessarily because of the words spoken, but because of the meaning behind them.

"San, I'm bored." Brittany hummed as she turned to lie on her back. Her muscles flexed as she adjusted her position, forcing a drop of sweat to roll into her belly button. The sun reflected off the moisture around her ribs as they expanded with each breath.

Santana heard Brittany's complaint but continued to lie on her stomach as she flippantly looked over the new issue of Cosmo. "What am I suppose to do about that?" Her voice was laced with sarcasm but hopeful. Although tanning was what one ought to do during summer vacation, it wasn't something that kept her interest for very long.

"I don't know. Entertain me," Brittany whined with a slight giggle.

Santana gulped back the flood of ideas that popped into her head. Oh the things she wanted to do to Brittany that could definitely be qualified as entertainment. But an air of awkwardness had settled upon them since school ended. They were friends, best friends. But both wanted more.

"And how would you like me to do that?"

"Sing to me. I always like when you sing."

Santana chanced a glance at the earnest angel lying next to her. The sun's rays were casting an almost glow around her, lighting her pale skin on fire. She looked like a porcelain doll, flawless from top to bottom. Santana pinched her thighs together in a moment of weakness as thoughts of running her own tongue across perfection crept into her mind.

"I don't really feel like singing Britt." Staring too long at those never ending legs was never good for one's sanity. Santana's attention refocused back on the article she wasn't really reading.

Santana wanted her, and not just sexually. She wanted her physically, emotionally, mentally. She wanted Brittany in every way possible. But you can't always get what you want, isn't that how life works?

She was ripped from her thoughts as a shrill voice tore through the backyard. The high-pitched tone emitted from the deck, causing a slight tremble to force its way through Santana's body. "Santana Maria Lopez!"

Santana rolled her eyes before sitting up, folding her legs underneath her so she could see the woman from where they were by the pool. "Yes?" Santana immediately noticed the stupid sun hat Mrs. Raezer down the street had let her mom borrow. Her mom was convinced these hats were fashionable, but all Santana wanted to do was burn the damn thing and use the flames to light a cigar.

"How many times have I told you not to leave the front door unlocked if you and Brittany were gonna be outside. Do I need to remind you where we live mija?" The edges of the hat flapped with her mother's movements, mocking Santana in a way that made her skin crawl.

"We just got out here," she lied, but her mother received it as truth. Just like the time Santana had accidentally backed into a trash can and she blamed the scratch on the neighborhood delinquents.

"Well either way dear. Please remember," she cooed. But then she eyed her daughter over, and her voice changed slightly, a change that didn't go unnoticed by Brittany. "And honey, maybe you could rearrange your afternoon schedule to fit in a run. Sitting like that easily displays what you have lost from quitting Cheerios. A decision I still don't understand…" her voice became distant as she ranted on her way back inside. Even though her volume decreased with each step, the venom of her words lingered on Santana's skin.

Brittany looked back to Santana and immediately noticed a change in her posture. Her arms were folded around her midsection, her face portraying an array of emotions, ranging from both agony and anger. But the display vanished almost as quickly as it had unfolded. Brittany knew her. She knew what she was doing. She was hiding. She was doing what Santana did best, forcing her emotions away before anyone could witness moments of what she deemed as weaknesses.

"So, how bout we blow this joint and see what kind of entertainment we can find elsewhere." Santana's voice was an octave lower than it had been earlier. Her lips curled, but her smile didn't quite reach the corners of her eyes. Brittany noticed all of this. But as Santana stood and pulled the black material of her bikini top down to cover the underside of her breasts, Brittany stood with her as if nothing was different.
Christy1993 Christy1993
18-21, F
Jan 8, 2013