"That's the point, B," Santana mumbled. She bit down hard enough to leave teeth marks, though hopefully not terribly enough to hurt, and rolled her tongue around the marks. "You're mine. I want everyone to know," she murmured, biting down again. And since it was winter break and (thankfully) they didn't have Cheerios practice, Brittany wouldn't get in trouble with Coach Sylvester.
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Date: 2010-12-17 06:13 am (UTC)