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Anonymous said: those photos give me brittana surfing feelings
Santana comes up for air, legs and arms swatting uncoordinated and frantic, until she manages to hold on to her board and take the first deep breath.
She coughs once, then twice, weakly. “Fucking surf.”
This is not supposed to happen. Sue used to throw cheerleader off a canon, demand pyramids that would make Egypt shy in comparison; she should not find standing on a board this difficult.
Brittany, always the graceful one, rides a wave – a big one, the kind that makes Santana’s stomach clench in worry – like she’s being doing this all her life.
Santana barely manages to lie down on her own board without tipping it and falling.
She closes her eyes to the brightness of the sun and gives herself a moment. Her skin tickles with salt and breeze, and being gently lulled by the water beneath gives her peace.
“San!” Brittany’s hand is cool against Santana’s skin. “You can’t sleep in the sea, silly.”
“’S tired,” she groans, “someone woke me at 8 because she wanted to see the dolphins.”
“C’mon, I’ll buy you a drink and we can cuddle on one of the lounge chairs.” Brittany’s melodious tone is very convincing, floating above the sound of waves.
Santana raises two fingers.
“Okay, I’ll buy you two,” Brittany says, and Santana can hear the smile on her lips.
She opens her eyes at once, smirking as she stares at Brittany sitting straight, strong thighs straddling the board. “Race you!” She begins to take long strides with her arms, gaining some advantage.
Brittany giggles behind her, and Santana can’t wait to taste the salt on her skin.
I saw this text post, and it reminded me of these two…so I made this. 💗