Quick Notes: I own nothing of Grey's Anatomy, Glee, or Pretty Little Liars or the characters therein. I toy with them and manipulate for my own amusement and the amusement of others.
Chapter 2: Circles on the Map
"I thought with a name like Star this place would be full of gold and happiness, maybe even some of those sparkly vampire people. Are there going to be sparkly vampire people in Washington? I mean, that's what the movies said, but I always thought that's where the president lives. San, is Barak Obama a sparkly vampire?"
Santana smiled widely, awestruck by the girl in the passenger seat. Through all their years together and all they'd been through, she never failed to surprise the fiery girl into amused silence. She reached across the console and twined her fingers with Brittany's before bringing them up to her mouth and kissing them gently, one at a time. She finally turned her head to face the blonde – constantly flicking her eyes back to the stretch of black highway in front of her. They shared a long gaze and a smile before Santana brought their joined hands down onto her lap.
"No, Britt Britt, Barak Obama isn't a vampire, just a very specific kind of superhero. We're going to Washington the state, the Washington where the president lives is pretty much just a big city – they're on opposite sides of the country. I'll take you to the other one next summer, deal?"
"Does that mean we get another road trip? Because I'm really loving this whole road trip thing." Brittany's hands began to wander yet again. Despite her perpetually charged libido and overwhelming attraction to her girlfriend, Santana finally gripped the other girl's wandering hands and moved safely to the other side of the console.
"Please, Britt. We're almost to the hotel. Half an hour, max." She shot Brittany a pleading look before the bubbly girl relented and folded her hands primly on her own lap.
Their five and a half hour drive from Salt Lake City was now reaching its ninth hour and Santana was beyond exhausted and speeding towards their hotel reservation just outside of Boise. Brittany, having recently sworn off driving due to an unfortunate mix-up outside of Grand Island, Nebraska, had been getting bored all day in the car. Other than talking to Lord Tubbington on the phone (he'd been asleep since early that afternoon) and singing Britney Spears songs (they'd gone through her entire discography three times), sex was the only thing that kept her occupied.
Brittany's colorful imagination had made up games throughout the day based on the names of the towns they were driving through. In Layton, Utah she'd gone down on Santana on the side of the road while the Latina lay sprawled across the hood of the car. In Tremonton, she'd tried to convince Santana to have sex with her in a tree – but the girl convinced her that they'd lose their balance and fall out, so they fucked against the tree's trunk instead. When they saw the exit for the Hagerman Fossil Beds National Monument, Santana almost lost control of the car because Brittany grabbed the wheel and tried to steer them off the highway to the giant bed on the side of the road. She swore loudly and swerved the car back into the lane – then promptly pulled off at the next rest stop to make it up to Brittany. Their final detour was to a hilltop just outside of Lucky Peak State Recreation Area. With logic like "Lucky Peak, San!" she couldn't refuse. Hell, she couldn't refuse Britt anything anyway. Their detours had cost them valuable travel time - then cost them even more time and money in caffeine breaks for the exhausted driver. After nine hours in the car, Santana was ready for a hot bath and a good night's sleep.
The girls pull up to their hotel just as Brittany's hands start to fidget in her lap. Santana runs in to quickly check them in and pull the car around and park at the entrance nearest to their room. With practiced ease, they gathered their overnight necessities and made their way to the top floor of the rustic looking Hilton – the latest in a string peppering the Midwest. The room was pretty standard – large fluffy bed with white sheets, dull brown carpet, a desk, a chair, a TV and a window. Santana had called ahead and specifically requested a room with a whirlpool tub, knowing she'd be sore after several days in the car. Both girls dropped their bags unceremoniously on the bed before making their way to the bathroom.
Santana set the water on first – scalding hot, with half a turn of cold to prevent serious burns. She looked up from the tub and found Brittany sitting atop the marble counter looking at her with pure adoration in her eyes. Without a word, Santana made her way to the counter and pushed the blonde's knees apart before moving to stand between her spread legs and wrap her arms around her. Brittany returned the hug with pure contentment, lovingly rubbing the shorter girl's back and shoulders before pulling away slowly. She moved her hands down to Santana's waist to grip the hemline of her shirt and start to pull it upwards. The familiar movement caused the Latina to lift her arms up over her head as Brittany divested her of the material before she quickly unclasped her bra and threw that to the floor as well.
The blonde slid off the countertop, making full body contact with Santana before reaching her hand down to the button of the girl's jeans and hastily ridding her of the coarse fabric along with the comfortable cotton of her underwear. Brittany leaned down, kissing her favorite random points on the smaller girl's body – the crease where arm meets chest; the slight protrusion of the lowest rib; the small dip above the bellybutton; the inside of a slim thigh; the point just below her left knee - before moving back up her body to kiss her soundly on the lips. As they kissed, Brittany guided her girlfriend's body back toward the bathtub. She broke their kiss, earning a slight whimper from Santana, before gracefully picking up the girl and placing her in the steaming water of the bathtub. A long moan left Santana's mouth as the hot water washed over her body. She thanked Brittany before leaning back in the water, closing her eyes and reveling in the complete relaxation she was experiencing. She heard Brittany step back into the room and was about to call after her when she heard a slight popping sound followed by the glorious scent of lavender filling the bathroom.
She opened her eyes slowly and was met with the vision of Brittany, fully nude and breathtakingly beautiful pouring her favorite lavender bubble bath under the water spout at the opposite end of the tub. The thoughtful girl turned on the water jets using the small switch on the side of the tub before stepping in and settling in the hot water behind Santana. The exhausted girl relaxed into her girlfriend's embrace, feeling the dancer's strong arms wrap around her soundly as slow kisses dropped all along her neck and shoulders.
This is a perfect moment. It doesn't get any better than this. The Latina thought with absolute contentment.
The two girls sat wordlessly in the bathtub until the water turned cold. They washed quickly and showered the grime of the day off before wrapping themselves in fluffy bathrobes and climbing into the mountain of soft down blankets on the bed. Santana smirked upon entering the bedroom again, as Brittany had turned the air conditioner on full blast, ensuring they'd have to curl up in the bed to keep warm. She wanted to tell the other girl she'd cuddle with her anytime, anywhere, regardless of the temperature – but she decided to let her lover revel in the presumed victory of forced snuggle time.
They curled up for a moment before Santana pulled away sharply. Seeing the protest on Brittany's face, the smaller girl brought her hands down to the knot tied in the blonde's bathrobe. She quickly undid it, and then her own before removing the soft cotton material from both of their bodies. Both girls moaned quietly at the warmth of their naked skin as they pressed tightly together under the cool sheets of the hotel bed. Santana leaned in and pressed her lips to her girlfriend's with reverence, putting all the love she could muster in her exhausted state into a lingering kiss, before pulling back and curling up around Brittany. As the taller girl lay still on the bed, she let Santana get comfortable on top of her – head resting just beneath her chin on her chest, arm slung haphazardly across her stomach, leg hitched up over her hip bone. Once she was settled, Brittany pulled her as close as possible and smiled to herself before kissing the top of her head gently and drifting into a sound sleep just behind her lover.
A small beeping alarm went off on the bedside table and jolted Santana awake. She was disoriented from being in an unfamiliar place, but also because her tall, blonde, bombshell pillow was missing from the room. She crawled out of the bed and back into her bathrobe before checking the bathroom, it was dark and empty. She noticed a map and a box of crayons (the 120 pack she'd bought for Brittany before they left Lima) spread over the small desk, but the girl was nowhere in sight. Just as she pulled on her jeans and slipped into a t-shirt, an overly energized Brittany came crashing through the door with two large cups of coffee and a paper bag in hand.
"Sanny! I got you breakfast." She sauntered over to the small girl, who was still startled by the sudden entrance. "Relax, baby, we have a long day ahead of us. I got you a very big vanilla coffee – cause you tell me all the time how you like it when I use the vanilla shampoo – and I didn't know what you'd want to eat so I got you a donut, an egg sandwich, a hot dog, and a box of cheese-its – you know, just in case you want something cheesy and salty." Santana chuckled lightly at the thoughtfulness of her girlfriend before sitting on the desk and pulling out the sandwich.
"Hey, Britt? What's all this?" Santana picked up the map, noticing several small circles on the route between Star, Idaho and Seattle. As she stared at the names of the circled towns, it became apparent that Brittany intended to continue their road trip sex game. "Babe, please try to remember that we're supposed to be in Seattle very early tomorrow afternoon. Our last hotel stop is tonight in Ellensburg – that's six hours away – and tomorrow morning we have to be on the road by 8 to make to Seattle to meet Titi Callie on time."
"Well, I have a very specific plan. I want to stop in Ontario, Oregon cause I've never been to Canada before. Won't it be fun to have sex in a foreign country, San, it's so exotic. Then I want to stop in La Grande, because you told me that means "big" in Spanish, so maybe it'll give you like an extra huge orgasm. The last stop before we stop for the night will be Toppenish because I think we can have a little fun with that town name. And lastly is Ellensburg – well, you know, because that's where all the lesbians stay when they go to Washington."
Santana sat, stunned for a moment at the well thought out plan, before standing slowly and pulling Brittany into a deep, slow kiss. Brittany returned the kiss with fervor before moving them back toward the mussed blankets of the bed. She allowed Santana to lay her down before the smaller girl removed her clothes and started in on Brittany's. Their naked forms pressed deliciously together as Santana kissed her way down the dancer's muscular body. Her lips hovered above Brittany's hot center as she looked the girl square in the eyes.
"How about we trade in one stop for a little extra time here this morning? Check out isn't till 11."
Brittany began to writhe on the bed, anxious for her lover's touch and excited by the prospect of extra time in bed with her girlfriend. "Ok, San." She hitched out as Santana moved her lips lower and licked a blazing path up the inside of her thigh and bit at the sensitive skin there. "How about we skip Toppenish, since you're definitely on top right now?" Santana smirked, but her response was lost as she brought her mouth to its destination and Brittany moaned loudly, arching off the bed.
