Feel free to whap me because I don't update on time. It's just that my homework load this school year is slowly but surely killing me. Four AP classes on top of three other classes I have very little free time…
Anyway – on with the show. Once again, I own nothing and this was written purely for my own enjoyment. So you can't hit me if it's terrible ((I won't particularly care))
I guess this chapter needs a warning. Er, nudity and stuff. So there.
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Lilly snuggled down on the plane seat. It smelled vaguely of disinfectant but it wasn't strong enough to overpower her poor nose. One of her various rainbow colored wigs was perched over her hair – a warm, cheery pink color to suit her mood. Her make up matched the theme of the day; her lip gloss lightened her lip color to a rosy pink, her blush was bright, making her cheeks seem almost like a doll's, and her eye shadow was hot pink. In contrast, though, she wore darker reds. A pair of tight blue jeans and a long deep red tunic shirt covered her slim frame along with black and red striped arm socks.
Miley was in the chair next to her, clearly unhappy with being in the center seat. It was her opinion that children and young adults deserved the window seat, or even the aisle. But there was no way to get her next to Lilly and the window if Lilly wanted to sit on the edge. Her Hannah wig was awfully uncomfortable, but by that point in her life, she was very used to it. She glanced down at Lilly's slim hands and wondered momentarily if it would be alright to lace their fingers together.
Lilly dropped her head onto Miley's shoulder, preparing herself for the long flight down to Hawaii. They hadn't even left Los Angeles yet, but she was already antsy. Sitting still was not something that she had a great talent for, but for Miley, she'd make an effort. Miley smiled down at her, grateful for the small bit of contact between them. She took that as her cue to slide her hand down Lilly's thigh and into Lilly's hand.
"Miles, you all set?" Robby Ray was seated by the window. He had already promised Miley he wasn't going to interfere unless he really, really, really had to. Miley knew her boundaries and Robby knew he could trust her.
"Yeah. Are you really sure you want to leave Jackson at the house all alone? Who knows how many wild parties he's going to throw?" Miley complained. She didn't mind the partying, but she did mind that she'd be missing them. Jackson could throw a mean party when he wanted to.
"I found some insurance." Robby smirked knowingly. "Some anti-Stewart insurance."
"Daddy… you didn't…" Miley chuckled.
"I made sure Dontzig knows I'm gone. He'll be listenin' for any signs of partying."
Lilly groaned quietly – she could picture Mr. Dontzig crashing the party wearing his short blue robe. It would be perfect, she decided, if he had that annoying little dog of his perched in his arms as it yapped it's head off at all the teenagers.
Miley leaned back against her seat, "I almost wish Jackson doesn't try to throw a party."
It wasn't that Miley was against her brother's parties, but rather that she always wanted to be a part of them. Jackson could throw together a mean shindig when he wanted to. Robby nodded, though he was agreeing for a different reason. He wanted as little damage done to the house as possible in their time away.
The plane taxied away from the boarding area and bumbled along onto the runway. The engines rumbled comfortably and the plane took to the air. Once they leveled off, Miley pulled her iPod out and popped the earphones into her ears. Setting the volume barely loud enough to hear, she settled in for the six hour flight. Lilly squirmed slightly, getting a tad more comfortable before letting her eyes slide closed. The best way to waste a few hours was with a good nap, she reasoned sleepily.
Eventually a flight attendant bustled by, asking for their drink orders. Miley roused Lilly with a gentle push. Since Hannah was flying first class, they got a few more choices than the people flying first class. Lilly didn't take anything, but Miley asked for a Sprite. The rest of the flight was rather uneventful. They watched the in-flight movie, played hangman, and dozed on and off.
As the plane touched down in Oahu, Miley prodded Lilly who had once again fallen asleep. Lilly sat up slowly and stretched her arms. She hid a yawn behind one of her hands and smiled sheepishly.
"Sleeping is tiring…"
Miley rolled her eyes, "I'm sure."
The three gathered their carry-on bags and got off the plane. Once inside the airport, Lilly made a mad break for the restroom, Miley hot on her heels. Robby tapped his foot on the ground, trying to be patient. Women, he cursed mentally. It always took them forever in the bathroom.
In the bathroom, Miley leaned on the row of sinks and stared in the mirror while she waited for Lilly to finish up. It was always weird to look in the mirror, expecting plain old Miley, and seeing Hannah Montana. She wondered vaguely what Lilly saw when she looked at Hannah Montana.
Lilly approached the sink and ducked her hands in front of the motion sensor. A burst of water wet her hands. She doused her hands quickly and snagged a puff of foaming soap. Miley chuckled as a bit of the soap slid off of Lilly's palm and plopped down to the countertop. Lilly grumbled in a disgruntled fashion as she plunged her hands back into the water and rinsed them off.
"I hate soap."
"But without it, you'd have dirty hands." Miley fought her giggles down. She was in a pristine mood. She was on a tropical vacation with her girlfriend and nothing could ruin it. Well, nothing short of Luanne showing up could ruin that, and Miley was almost ten thousand percent sure Luanne was in Tennessee.
Lilly licked her palm and wriggled it near Miley's face, "Like this?"
Miley shrieked and ducked away, "Lola!"
Lilly let her hand chase after Miley's retreating cheek. "It wants to kiss you, Hannah."
Miley shook her head, "The only one this girl is kissing is you, Miss Lola."
Lilly let her hand drop to her side, "You just killed the game by being all sweet."
"That's good." Miley smiled, "So how about that kiss?"
Lilly obliged, leaning forward, seemingly aiming for Miley's lips. At the last second she changed course and hit Miley's cheek, "There you go."
Pouting, Miley sighed, "I guess that's all I deserve. For all I flew you to Hawaii…"
Lilly leaned in again and let their lips touch briefly. "That's all you get in an airport restroom."
Miley chuckled, "Good enough."
They left the room with their arms linked. Robby was still waiting outside, though by the time they exited, his arms had folded across his chest and his face was a little less amused than it could have been.
"Sweet nibblets, bud, I coulda gone home and come back in all that time."
Miley smiled apologetically, "Sorry, daddy."
He shrugged, relenting, "I guess this is kind of a vacation for you."
They headed once again for the exit of the airport, stopping only once to pick up their luggage from the baggage carousals. There was a man in a pressed black suit holding up a "Montana" sign – he bowed deeply when he saw the three of them.
"Hello, my name is Matthew. I'll be chauffeuring you around the island. I'm completely at your service, Miss Montana." Robby cleared his throat. "And Mr. Montana."
Lilly shoved her suitcase into the trunk of the waiting limousine and gazed around with wide eyes. The natural beauty of the island was awing and she didn't mind looking like a stupid tourist. Miley tugged her along into the backseat of the limousine. Robby got in behind them and shut the door.
As the limo started moving, Miley reached up and scratched beneath her wig. Lilly fell back against the leather seats and spread out over the wide seat. The ride was relatively short in drastic comparison to the flight. The hotel Miley had chosen was rather large and easy to get lost in. She had wanted to make sure that Hannah Montana could get the most privacy possible. Lilly had mentioned that she liked having a "hands-on" relationship – Miley hoped she could provide that on this trip.
Robby got their keys from a concierge working the front desk and handed Miley one. The look he fixed her with was one of knowledgeable warning. He had a feeling Miley would try something with Lilly, but he also knew that there was little he could do to stop it from happening. All he could do was hope that Miley knew what she was getting herself into.
"I'll be right next door if you need anything." He stared into Miley's eyes, making sure she understood him. She smiled nervously and took the key from him.
"I got it, daddy." She reassured him with a small smile.
Lilly completely missed their exchange, completely wrapped up in the gorgeous view out one of the hotel's broad windows. The hotel was right on the beach and the sun was just beginning to set. The shimmering waters of the Pacific Ocean glittered with the many shades of pinks, oranges, and yellows, as the dying sun escaped beneath the horizon.
Miley tugged on Lilly's arm, impatient to get up to the hotel room. Her palms had begun to sweat and a nervous swelling was occurring in her stomach. Doubtful thoughts plagued her mind. Maybe this wasn't what Lilly wanted. Maybe she was moving too fast. Maybe she should just let Lilly enjoy her sunset.
Snapping out of her blissful state, Lilly trailed happily along behind Miley. She was only slightly disappointed at their time of arrival; after all, she had the entirety of the next day to devote to surfing and having fun. So getting to Hawaii in the evening wasn't too horrible. A bellboy dropped their bags off in front of their room – 454. Robby Ray was in 456 and had a door conjoining the two rooms inside. Miley made sure to lock that door as soon as they were inside.
Lilly took a running leap and belly flopped onto the previously smooth comforter. A look of pure joy was running rampant on her face and Miley was proud to have helped cause it. Fighting the lump in her throat, Miley tried to smile without letting her lips quiver.
"Lils, I'm going to take a quick shower. I'll be back in like fifteen minutes, okay?"
Lilly nodded. She turned her attention to the moderately sized television screen propped at the edge of one of the dressers. The room itself was nothing special. Although Miley was on Hannah business, she didn't see the point in spending extra money on a ton of space she didn't need. So she had an average room with two queen size beds. The second bed was a safety net if something went wrong. If something did happen, one of them could just get away.
Miley shed her clothing in the bathroom and shoved them aside. She'd have to care for them later. Testing the now running water, she fiddled with the controls until the water was comfortably warm. Her showering was quick and she tried to keep her hair relatively dry. Only the tips were soaked as she rinsed off a layer of grime from her skin.
Lilly flipped through some channels, not really paying attention to how long Miley was in the bathroom. She was hoping to find something interesting to watch before they went to bed and unfortunately, the hotel only offered news channels. She had maneuvered herself on the bed so that her feet were resting on the fluffy white pillows and her chin was resting on the back one hand at the foot of the bed.
She didn't notice that Miley had slipped out of the bathroom with only a single cream colored towel wrapped around her chest. Miley tiptoed over and practically draped herself on Lilly's back. She'd never quite seduced anyone sexually before, so she had no idea how she was supposed to go about getting Lilly to do this with her. It wasn't an automatic response, she knew that much. She didn't think Lilly would submit just because she was practically nude.
"Oh, hi Miley." Lilly didn't glance up from the television set.
"Lilly…" Miley lowered her voice to just above a whisper.
"Hmm?"
"Lillian Truscott…" Miley tried again. This time she ran her fingers down Lilly's side. Lilly giggled.
"Stop that, Miles. I'm watching T.V."
Miley sighed and got up. This wasn't going the way she had planned. Grumbling slightly she readjusted her towel and walked in front of the television screen. Behind her back she hit the power button on the television, effectively silencing it. Finally Lilly's attention was on her.
"Lilly…" Miley whispered again.
"What?" Lilly blushed slightly as she gave Miley a glance-over.
"You said you wanted us to be more physical, right?" Miley purred and stepped back over to the bed. She cupped Lilly's chin with her hand, not exactly sure what she was doing.
"Yes…" Lilly fought the momentary panic that rose up. She knew this was Miley. She knew she had basically asked for this. It wasn't that she didn't want what was coming; it was more that she was afraid she wouldn't know what to do.
"Well…" Miley loosened her grip on the towel, a little uncomfortable. She wasn't happy showing people her body, but she'd have to try for Lilly. The towel dropped to the floor leaving Miley uncovered.
Lilly gulped slightly. She felt like she had a fire all over her skin and her cheeks flared in a brilliant moment of embarrassment. "Miley, are you sure?"
Instead of answering, Miley leaned down and kissed Lilly, pushing her tongue forward and into Lilly's waiting mouth. Lilly groaned softly in response. She was sure now, too. Sitting up, she guided Miley onto the bed spread before pulling her lips away.
"Get under the covers," Lilly whispered. She didn't want to be caught having sex right in plain view. At least the sheets provided protection. As Miley did as she was asked, Lilly pulled her shirt off. She wasn't going to try and do something to turn Miley on – she knew she'd probably screw that up by getting her arm caught in a sleeve or something. With trembling fingers she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, tugging them off nervously. She left her underwear in place, just in case something went wrong. She didn't want to run from Miley wearing nothing.
"Are you coming?" Miley questioned. She had the sheets drawn up to her chin and her eyes were focused on Lilly's expectantly.
"Yes." Lilly pulled off her arm socks and crawled under the covers as well.
They stared at each other for a moment, wondering who was going to make the first move. Lilly edged forward at the same moment Miley did and their noses clunked clumsily.
"Sorry," Miley whispered.
"Yeah." Lilly agreed, "Why don't you go first?"
Miley nodded, "Okay."
The second attempt went much better on both ends. Miley placed her hands on Lilly's hips and let her eyes shut. She was hazily aware that Lilly wasn't naked yet, but she was too lost in their kiss to care. When Lilly pulled back panting, Miley moved her hands upwards and fumbled with the latch of Lilly's bra. It took only a moment for her to remove the item and throw it aside, a feat she thought would take a lot of effort because her hands were shaking quite badly. She didn't know if she should even attempt to get rid of Lilly's underwear. Lilly solved the problem for her; the underwear was cast aside by a flushed Lilly.
"So…" Lilly murmured, "What's next?"
Miley shrugged. The only romance novels she'd read were heterosexual relationships. She didn't know if things were supposed to go the same way. Was she the man because she'd initiated this? Making a split second decision, she began kissing down Lilly's neck, pausing a moment at Lilly's collarbone.
Lilly moved her idle hands into Miley's hair. She was almost curious as to how this was supposed to go. Her thought process didn't involve much logical thinking, but rather decided that whatever Miley did was right. It seemed like Miley knew what she was doing.
As Miley ducked lower, she couldn't help but blush. What was she supposed to do with Lilly's chest? In all the movies she watched, the men seemed so obsessed with fondling, but she wasn't sure if that's the kind of touching Lilly wanted. Extremely anxious, she pulled a hand off the bedspread and placed it hesitantly on Lilly. Lilly hissed – Miley jerked her hand away and her head bounced back in surprise. Since Lilly's fingers were tangled in her hair, she got a nasty hair tug for her efforts.
"Sorry!" They both exclaimed at the same time.
"I'm fine, Miley, really." Lilly tried to explain, "It wasn't bad."
"Oh…" Miley replaced her hand, "So that's okay."
"Uhn…"
Miley smiled hesitantly, but continued on her awkward journey of discovery.