Hey you all!
Once again, a huge thanks for all the reviews and support - it feels great, especially since it's our first fic together. A little more Spashley in this chapter, we hope you'll appreciate it ;)
Jonz is still away in some...show in England - but she'll be back for next Tuesday, with loads of new updates :) Till then, enjoy the ride...
Disclaimer: They're obviously not ours, since if the girls were wearing uniforms, in L.A., in a lesbian TV Series, it would be seen as porn. Which it obviously isn't...
Warning: Uniform goodness. Mrrrrrm.
Cross-Continental Kisses Chapter 4
Spencer's POV
Are all the girls in L.A. like this? If so, I'm moving here.
Ashley Davies turned up late, and actually wouldn't have turned up at all if her…half…sister? hadn't menaced to maim one of Ashley's toys. But I was fast to forgive her, considering her…body.
And she has a pretty good gaydar. And a pretty nice ass, too. And hell, nice ride.
"So…you two live together?" I asked tentatively as our two hosts led us to Ashley's car.
"Yeah. Well, Ashley's mum lives with us, but you won't see her too much…"
Awesome, this meant Emma and I would be sticking together too. We grinned at each other: it was always nice to have a proper friend there, in case we didn't get along with our hosts – which didn't seem likely.
"Trust me, consider yourselves lucky if you don't meet her at all..." muttered the, er, hottest of the two brunettes.
"Why?" asked Emma, her suitcase trailing loudly behind her.
"She's a bit.." Ashley started, before Kyla frowned at her.
"Ash! …What my sister means to say is that Christine is a little..cold towards her daughter."
I watched the three of them chat, biting my lip as I found myself feeling relieved I was with Ashley, and not with another girl like Kyla.
It wasn't that Kyla wasn't nice or anything – she had been adorable with us when we arrived in L.A. And she was pretty, I couldn't deny it. But Ashley had something much more…. rawr about her.
Please ignore the fact I just rawred. ..It's the jet lag.
As Kyla took Emma's suitcase and mine to put them in the boot of the car (Ashley had refused to step near our bags, for some reason), I turned to catch Ashley's eyes running up and down my body.
"So… which uniform is better? Ours or Amy's and co?" I smirked.
I caught Emma groaning and looking over to Kyla knowingly, but I ignored it.
Ashley's gaze flew to my face as she smirked back. Okay, so I just spotted her looking me up and she's not even embarrassed about it? …How queer. Or maybe it's just like that in America. …Then again, maybe it's just her.
"Well…. DEBS uniform is shorter…"
I raised my eyebrow and grinned.
"Oh, are these too long?" I glanced at Emma and she rolled her eyes, nonetheless grinning back, nodding. "Ah, Em and I will show you how the St George girls really wear their uniforms…"
The church girl in me said I should really stop flirting now, because I hardly knew this Davies person. But don't worry. I stopped listening to the church girl in me when I was eleven.
Emma and I proceeded to rolling the top of our skirts up, successfully making them shorter, opened a few extra buttons on our shirt, pulled the bandana around our necks a little tighter and threw our jerseys into the car. Like we had done this all our life. Which we kinda had, really.
Ashley stared, wetting her lips slightly.
Emma chuckled, nudging me.
"Heh, these Americans can't take much, can they… Imagine what it would be if Vic, Becky and Helen were here…"
Somehow, feeling Ashley's eyes on me, I guessed that the girls being here or not wouldn't have changed where the brunette's attention was right now…
"Hell, it makes me want to wear a uniform just to be able to do that…" murmured Ashley. "Say, is there any chance of me getting a place in your school?"
Kyla returned from the back of the car, rolling her eyes at her sister.
"Well done girls, you've made Ashley appreciate something else about uniforms. It used to be 'rip them off'. But now it's 'shorten them and then rip them off'."
…I wouldn't mind her ripping my uniform off. Or her ripping any of my clothes off.
I grinned as I felt our driver's eyes trail down to my cleavage and decided that I suddenly wanted to stretch. Oh, any illusions these yanks had about British girls were going to be ruined by the St George lot. Mrs White was the only one who thought we were "prim and genteel"…
As we drove off (me in the front seat, Ashley dictated…) Kyla asked if there was anything special we wanted to do on our first night.
"Oh, yeah. This is an interesting question," Ashley agreed. She turned her head to look at me briefly. "Spencer, is there anything you want to do?"
Dear British lesbians, I strongly recommend that you find yourself a Lalaland hottie and make her say your name. It does wonders to your lower stomach. Love, Spencer Davies.
I decided to play along.
"Anything, Davies?"
She bit her lip.
"Must you use my last name, Carlin?"
P.S.: Make her say your family name too.
The two behind us groaned.
"Is she always like this?" they asked each other, in perfect unison.
Emma chuckled, slipping her hand forward to nudge my cheek softly.
"Eh, I guess it just goes to show you should never let two flaming homos have a conversation…"
"Actually, you should just never let my sister near anyone," Kyla added, poking her sister.
Ashley mumbled something about "who ever said anything about having a conversation?" as I grinned to myself.
Well, this trip was going to be interesting. Though… considering the way Kirsty had looked at Ash and I earlier… The smile on my face disappeared to be replaced by a worried frown.
I hoped she wouldn't have one of her unrequited jealousy crisis's here, or end up ruining my trip… or harming Ashley in any way.
That one would also be fun to explain to White.
'Ah, well, you see, Mrs White… Kirsty ripped Ashley's eyes out because she's actually my gay ex and refuses to let me be with any other girls, let alone smoking hot American lesbians.'
Ashley's voice suddenly interrupted my thoughts.
"Hey now, wipe that frown off your face baby. You're in L.A., and Ky and I are taking you out for dinner."
"We are?"
"Yup. I know the perfect place."
Now now Davies, what are you going to do next? Find out next Wednesday :D
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Skames