Hey guys! Thanks for the great reviews! There are some things I would like to address though before I get on with the update…
Yes, this story is inspired partially from the Disney Channel original movie, Motocrossed. No, the plot is not based off of it.
I don't own the characters and stuff.
Enjoy the update! You guys will like this chapter I think.
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There was a soft hum coming from the bathroom as Santana took a shower that night. Brittany had already showered and re-dressed her wound and now lie comfortably on her bed, watching could hear Santana singing over the water and she smiled at the sound of her smokey voice. The water stopped and there were a few moments of silence before the bathroom door opened in a cloud of steam and Santana stepped out in nothing but her bath towel. Brittany looked up and let her eyes wander over the Latina's tan skin. Santana smiled knowingly as she picked out ther pajamas from her bag.
"You sure do stare a lot," Santana smirked. Brittany blushed and looked away.
"Well uh…you're just hard not to stare at," she quipped from her place on the bed.
"I'll try to be less distracting!" Santana laughed a littled and sauntered back into the bathroom. Brittany sighed and looked back to the TV, trying to shake the image of Santana in that towel from her mind. She failed.
Soon, Santana reappeared from the bathroom in shorts and a snug T-shirt, her hair still a little wet from the shower. She smiled at Brittany and walked past her own bed and over to the foot of Brittany's. The blonde gave her a confused look as she crawled up the bed to settle next to her. Brittany felt her stomach leap once again. Having Santana lay next to her felt good. Now that they were sort of going out, she felt kind of anxious about it…but in a good way.
"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" Santana asked casually.
Brittany turned off the TV and looked at her, "A little. Are you nervous?"
"Yeah…I'm mostly just nervous about those Larsen assholes. The could have seriously hurt you!" Santana admitted. Brittany gave a soft smile and pulled Santana into her arms.
"I've dealt with a lot worse, San. Don't worry, I'll be fine," she assured her.
"Just be careful…promise? It's still dangerous," Santana requested, craning her neck up to look at Brittany.
"Danger? Ha! I laugh in the face of danger!" Brittany joked.
"You did not just quote The Lion King! I'm being serious!" Santana scolded.
Brittany's laughter died down and she nodded, "I know, I know…I promise I'll be careful." She leaned down and kissed Santana soundly. She was about to pull back when Santana deepened the kiss. Brittany smiled and shifted so that she layed over Santana's body. Supporting her weight with one arm, Brittany ran her free hand up Santana's side. The brunette arched into her touch and ran her tongue along Brittany's lower lip. Brittany smiled and sucked Santana's plump upper lip into her mouth. Her hand, which now rested on Santana's ribcage, traveled upward to cup Santana's breast through her shirt. She could feel her nipple through the material and her loins stirred. She could hear Santana moan when she rolled the nippled between her thumb and forefinger. Santana ran her hands over Brittany's sides and around to rest on her shoulder blades.
Brittany's lips left hers to travel over her cheek and down her neck. She dug her fingers into Brittany's back when the blonde nibbled just below her ear.
"Brittany…" Santana groaned, arching her body up into Brittany's. Santana reached down and caught the hem of Brittany's shirt. She was about to pull it off when there was a knock at the door. Their heads shot towards the noise and Brittany cursed to herself, knowing who it was.
"Honey?" James' voice came through the door.
"Your dad is such a cockblock!" Santana muttered.
"Shh!" Brittany playfully hissed as she rolled off the bed and moved for the door.
"Hey, dad," Brittany smiled awkwardly as she swung the door open.
"Hey, I just wanted to remind you guys to be ready to leave at eight tomorrow. Okay?" James asked.
"Okay, dad," Brittany nodded. "Thanks."
"And try not to stay up too late, okay? We've got a big day tomorrow," James added.
"I won't, dad. Goodnight, love you," Brittany assured him.
"Love you too sweetie, bye."
"Bye." Brittany closed the door and shuffled back towards the bed where Santana lay, giggling.
"I'm serious, your dad has to know abou t us. His timing is impecable!" Santana joked as Brittany crawled back onto the bed next to her.
"I think he has a radar or something!" Brittany quipped, moving under the covers with Santana and snuggling into her side.
"Well, I jus think he's just making sure you're focused on racing," Santana said reasonably.
"I am focused on racing," Brittany nodded into Santana's shoulder.
"Uh-huh…" Santana teased, drawing patterns on Brittany's arm.
"You're not helping," Brittany stated. "Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow's a busy day," she leaned across Santana's body to flick off the light, effectively plunging them into darkness. She re-settled herself in Santana's side. She felt safe and warm in the girl's embrace.
"You're going to kill it tomorrow," Santana kissed her forehead affectionately.
"How do you know that?" Brittany asked. Even though it was dark, she could almost hear the smirk in Santana's voice.
"Because, if you win I have a special plan for you and I," Santana offered.
"What is it?" Brittany asked nervously.
"It's a surprise. But I know you'll like it," Santana said sneakily.
"Now I'm curious!"
"You'll find out soon enough! I promise!" Santana assured her.
"Fine..." Brittany huffed. Santana placed another kiss on her forehead.
"Don't worry, it'll be worth the wait!"
"Okay, okay! Goodnight, San," Brittany leaned up for a soft kiss.
"Goodnight, Britt." Santana smiled as she pulled Brittany close and they let sleep consume them.
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"Santana, will you make sure that that muffler is ready to go? It was a little jacked up from Brittany's little spill yesterday," James requested as they prepared for Brittany's first race of the tournament. They had been at the tracks for a couple of hours now and race time was coming up in about an hour.
"Yeah, yeah…I'm on it," Santana said from inside the open trailer where the bike sat.
"And Brittany, come here," James waved the blonded over from where she sat at the picnic table. She walked over, gear on, minus her helmet. "Okay, I talked to those Larsen guys who gave you greif yesterday…if they don't lay off we'll handle it. Don't get frustrated and work the inside. You can do this," he encouraged.
"Thanks dad," Brittany smiled, hugging him. "We're so gonna win this cup!"
"Hell yeah we are! The bike's all set," Santana called from the trailer, wheeling the bike down the ramp and over to where Brittany stood.
"Sweet. Thanks ba—Santana. It looks awesome," Brittany caught herself .
Santana's eyes widened slightly and she smiled, "No problem. Go out there and kick it!"
"Oh, I'll kick it all right," Brittany gave her a smirk, Santana's reward on her mind, wondering what it might be.
"Do that bike proud!" Santana nodded.
As Brittany nodded and headed off towards the race track, James looked from Brittany to Santana and back, seeing the silent communication between the girls. He decided to think nothing of it for the time being.
They had a race to win.
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The pre-race buzz was in the air as they closed in on the ten minute mark until race time. Brittany sat on her bike, her helmet hanging off the handlebars as she pulled her mind into focus. She looked up at the starting gates which were about thirty feet away and she took a deep breath.
"Nervous now?" Santana asked, coming up on her side. Brittany's head shot up and she nodded and bit her lip.
"Yeah…"
Santana reached out and put her hand over Brittany's, which rested on the handlebar, and smiled at her, "You can do it."
"Where's my dad?" Brittany asked.
"He's already set up to watch out on the track, I'll be out there, too. I just wanted to wish you luck before you go out there," Santana explained.
"Thanks, San," Brittany smiled.
"Ready to lose, Pierce?" The same guy who had knocked her off her bike approached, helmet tucked under his arm. Santana's temper immediately flared.
"You."
"Do I know you? And if not, why haven't we met yet? I'm Dylan. Dylan Jones." He asked with a smirk, looking her up and down.
"No, I don't believe we have. But you're about to know me. You see, you messed with my girl Brittany here, when clearly, you had no idea who you were dealing with. When you mess with her, you mess with me, and I don't play very nice," Santana stood between him and Brittany defensively, her arms crossed.
"And who exactly do you think you are?" Dylan asked with a scoff.
"My name is Santana Lopez, her mechanic and your worst nightmare. If I see you so much as think about fucking with her on that race track…or off the track, for that matter, I will take your nuts, tie them to the exhaust pipe of your precious bike and roll it straight off a cliff," Santana hissed. Dylan's eyes widened. "Got it?"
"Yeah…you just be ready to lose, Pierce," he looked past Santana at Brittany who shot him a glare.
"We'll see about that one, Jones," Santana interjected. "Now get out of my sight."
Dylan rolled his eyes and stormed off towards the gates, where his bike was. Brittany's mouth hung open as Santana turned around to face her.
"Santana…that was…amazing. You didn't have to do that," Brittany said, flabbergasted.
"I wanted to. That guy is a real dick, and I won't let him treat you like that," Santana insisted.
Brittany grinned and leaned over to kiss Santana's cheek, "Thank you. But I have to go. I got a race to win."
"Yeah! Go get 'em Britt!" Santana watched the blonde get off her bike and roll it up to her open slot in the gate. Brittany turned around one last time and smiled at Santana before pulling her helmet on, preparing to begin.
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Santana made it back to James just in time for the race to begin. They watched anxiously as the gate prepared to drop. The announcer gave the fifteen second marker and the riders revved their motors. Santana saw Brittany in her gate and she bit her lip as the gun finally went off and the gates drop. The bikes sped out with Brittany in the middle of the pack. The racers sped towards the first turn and Brittany moved up to fifth place, passing many as she went. She could see Dylan at the front of the pack and she set her sights on him. She shifted up again and sped forward across the rapids, her shocks taking a beating from the turbulent course.
"GO BRITTANY!" James hollered as the bikes sped past them, dirt flying. "C'mon!" He motioned for Santana to follow him to another part of the course where they would wait for the racers to come around. "She needs to hold off on that clutch or she's never going to catch that guy…"
They heard the racers growing nearer and nearer on the track and finally they came into sight. Brittany was in third, now, and right on Dylan's tail. Santana watched intently as they whipped around a sharp turn and Brittany sped into second place.
"Yes! That's it! Go!" Santana couldn't help but cry out in joy as Brittany kept up with Dylan. The two were almost neck and neck now as they hit another turn. Brittany could feel him glancing at her as they tried to out ride one-another, but she kept her eyes trained on the course ahead of her. They were approaching a jump and she punched the throttle as they went into it. She landed in just the right place to cut on the inside and push ahead, taking first place. The crowd cheered as she and Dylan rounded another turn and sped for the next set of jumps.
Santana and James hurried to a better view point of the last portion of the race. Brittany and Dylan sped around a corner and weaved across the rough terrain towards the last two turns of the race. Dylan was slightly ahead again and Brittany focused on taking the inside of the curve. She moved for the inside and barely made it. But she was ahead. Santana and James cheered as they hit the last turn, becoming neck and neck again. Dylan looked over at Brittany and decided to play dirty. He went out wide and prepared to ram her, but she caught what he was doing and tapped her brakes, causing Dylan to be caught off guard and go tumbling off of the track, leaving the finishline for Brittany to claim.
She hit the final jump as the checkered flagged waved in victory. Brittany couldn't stop grinning as the crowd went wild and she slowed to a stop in the winner's circle. Santana and James rushed to her side. James hugged her first and gave a proud smile. Santana followed quickly after and threw herself on Brittany.
"You were amazing! That was so awesome! I'm so happy you won! I can't believe it!" Santana rambled quickly. Brittany laughed and pulled off her helmet. The crowed gathered around her as one of the reporters for the tournament approached her.
"Here we have it folks! Our round one first place winner! Miss Brittany Pierce, the only girl racer in the 125 pro category. Brittany, how's it feel?" He held the microphone to her mouth.
"Um…I'm just really happy to be out here proving myself. It's a great first victory for the Pierce team!" Brittany looked at Santana and James, who grinned.
"You certainly have proven that you're here to win. Tell us about your team," he asked.
"Well, this is my father and coach, James Pierce," she motioned to her father, standing adjacent to her. He waved breifly. "And this is our amazing mechanic, Santana Lopez, she's the master behind my bike today," Brittany smiled warmly, making eye contact with the Latina.
"Wouldn't you know it? A female racer and a female mechanic for this small team! This summer is bringing a wave of firsts. And who knows? Maybe we'll have our first female 125 cup winner by the end of the weekend!" The reporter spoke articulately.
"That's what we're aiming for," Brittany nodded.
"Alright! Best of luck to you Brittany, good luck! Back to you, Rick!" The reporter shook her hand and let her make her way away from the tracks with Santana and James by her side.
"Can you believe it? First place! I'm so, so proud of you, honey!" James grinned.
"I just wanted to beat that guy from Larsen racing. Dylan…" Brittany recalled. "I had to win."
"Just like I knew you would!" Santana grinned as they reached their pit.
"Now it's on to the next two rounds tomorrow!" James nodded.
"Let's do this!"
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They spent the rest of the day hanging out in their pit and watching the other races going on all afternoon. It was around six in the evening when they finally returned to the hotel. Brittany and Santana entered their room, dirty and exhausted and a trophy in hand. Brittany was grabbing some clothes for after her shower when she remembered what Santana had said earlier.
"Hey," Brittany looked at the Latina, "I won. What's your surprise?"
"Oh yeah!" Santana grinned deviously. She walked over to Brittany and looked into her eyes.
Brittany struggled to breath ask Santana pulled her towards her by her hips. Their bodies pressed together and their faces were inches apart.
"San?" Brittany asked as they were about to kiss. "Should I shower first? I mean, I'm kind of covered in dirt and stuff.
"No...I like seeing you all dirty and stuff…I love it," Santana shook her head before pulling Brittany back down for a deep kiss.
"So, is this my reward?" Brittany asked.
Santana smirked nodded against her lips., "Mhmm. And so much more."
"In that case, the shower can wait."
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Hahaha! Cliffhanger for sexytimes! Tell me what you think!