"I guess." Brittney was so cute. Santana didn't think she was dumb she was just…Brittney. It was exasperating sometimes but at times like this is was so much fun that she wouldn't give up the exasperating times. "How often do you do that?" she whispered. "How do you do it? On your back under the covers? On your tummy?"
"Thanks," she breathed back. "Your noises are quite cute too."
Grinning triumphantly, Santana found it hard to resist the urge to let her hand creep higher but she managed it. Her hand wandered up over her hip instead, over her tummy and suddenly grasped Brittney's left breast.
Pulling back, she watched Brittney as she lightly groped her breast.