Santana mindlessly rummaged through the "Popular Picks" section of the empty video store. Some random pop song that she recognized but couldn't quite recall the name of was playing over the store speakers. Santana's eyes darted up towards the cashier, who was engrossed with texting. The cashier set her phone down, yawning as she looked around the store. Santana snatched up the movie her fingertips had been hovering over, and she pretended to look at it intently.
"You're not really looking at those, are you?" Warm breath puffed against Santana's ear.
Santana shivered, biting her lip to hold back a moan. Pale fingers brushed against Santana's hand as they reached to tug the DVD case out of Santana's grip. The tall blonde who had come up beside her was visible from the corner of her eye. She was dressed in a cute outfit. Skinny jeans hugged her delicious legs, topped by a light hoodie that was colored with various pale tones. One of her crazy hats sat on top of her slightly wavy blonde locks. This one was pastel blue with random colors around the circumference and flaps that covered the ears. All of the clothes reminded Santana of how very little she was wearing at the moment.
"You hate this series." A giggle sounded, but Santana was focused on the way that elbow was touching the side of her breast through the thin, knee length fashion coat she was wearing. "Jacob is hot."
A frown descended upon Santana's face. "Brittany..."
Brittany's body pressed up against Santana. "Don't worry. He's not even close to being as hot as you." Warm breath puffed against the side of Santana's face, followed by wet pressure along the edge of her ear. Heat pooled in Santana's stomach as she realized it was Brittany's tongue. Something else prodded at her breast, and she looked down to see the New Moon DVD pushing at her through the coat.
Distant laughter sounded, and Santana's eyes snapped back to the cashier. The woman was hunched back over her phone with a grin on her face, her thumbs flying over the keys.
Santana jumped as fingers ghosted across her other breast, skin to skin. Brittany had slipped her hand through the top opening of the coat. Santana's breath hitched in anticipation. A groan of disappointment left her lips as the hand withdrew.
"I bet you're all wet. You already have your 'fuck me' face on." Brittany put a finger to the side of her chin. "I think... I'm not going to touch you for real until your body is really begging for it."
Santana huffed, rolling her eyes before she moved down the aisle. Her gaze idly lingered on random movies.
"San, come here."
Santana stopped and looked back to see Brittany sifting through the children's animated movies. She was still holding the Twilight film. Santana's nose wrinkled in disgust . She eyed the titles on the shelf. "You own most of those already," Santana said, her tone clipped.
Brittany hummed a little, a small smile ever-present on her lips. "I love the Lion King."
"You also own three copies of it."
"Happy Feet is so cute."
"You have that, too."
"I remember watching The Fox and the Hound when I was really little."
"Yep."
"Open your coat."
"Mmhm." Santana looked at Brittany sharply as the words registered in her brain. "Wait, what?"
"I want to see you." Brittany's eyebrows waggled up and down.
Santana's breathing became erratic, and blood flushed to her face. She fiddled with the buckle that kept her coat securely closed. Her gaze drifted to the cashier, who now had her nose buried in a book.
