Chapter 10: When Two Wheels are Better than Four

It's late, or early depending on how you look at it. Either way it's about four in the morning and Brittany's about done with the night. She's boosted six cars in the last five hours and she's feeling the night's end coming to a close.

But the really good news about the evening comes down to one thing; Brittany's totally got this in the bag. No, literally, she's got a bag and in it is the very last remodifier chip she'll need to boost the last car on the list.

The only issue is that the last car on the list also happens to be the most notoriously difficult car to boost.

A Porsche Cayman S Coupe.

In truth, Porsche's are a dime a dozen when it comes to finding one, especially in the glitter and glam world of Las Vegas. But, for Brittany, this particular model of car holds a special place in her boosting world, for more than one reason, but mostly because it's the one car that has always given her family grief. It's the one car that's always gotten away.

There's something about it that just eludes the Pierce talent and always manages to slip through their fingers.

But not tonight because tonight, Brittany is boosting a Porsche and winning the little bet she made with Santana. She can't say she's not just a little excited about that. (She's really fucking ecstatic about that.)

"Alright, there it is Pierce, the Cayman. You got this boss." Mike attempts to encourage Brittany as he brings the aide car to a stop on the corner of the street where the shiny spotless straight off the lot candy apple red Porsche sits parked nicely just inside the gated driveway of the lavish Vegas house she plans on boosting it from. The owners, silly as they are, thought that a simple gate could prevent the theft of their precious car. Little do they know overcoming the gate just makes the boost that much more rewarding to Brittany.

She nods to Mike before taking a deep breath and slipping silently from the car, she slinks over to the gate before catching the sound of Mike driving off quietly into the night, rerouting his drive to meet up with Brittany back at the shop when her scratch is successful.

She takes a look around, thankful that this particular neighborhood doesn't rely too heavily on streetlights and community watchmen. Everyone here thinks they're too rich, too posh and thus exempt from any kind of crime. Sucks to be them. As for Brittany, well, it brings a smile to her face knowing she's going to be reaping the benefits of their carelessness. A few seconds of lock picking and wire splicing and Brittany's got the electronic gate springing to life and skating back into its little cubby, leaving the driveway wide open for her to just waltz on up.

Brittany's never really been a religious person. What with the Pierce motto relying more on destiny and fate (apparently not determined by any particular deity) as opposed to any supposed faith, she doesn't really have much want or requisite for praying but seeing as how right now is a do or die situation, and she's appealed to the notion of pleading before, she claps her hands together and tilts her head to the heavens.

"Dear merciful car god, if you're out there anywhere, I wholeheartedly beg you to hear my call. Please let this boost go smooth and get me home free in time to put a smile on Santana's pretty little mouth."

She tries not to think about what else she might potentially be doing with Santana when she wins this bet. Like bikini car washes and French maid outfits for Santana when she's serving Brittany drinks poolside. That'll be the life.

Brittany's about two inches from the driver's side of the car when she suddenly spots a figure, dressed from head to toe in black, dropping down from the ledge that overhangs from the side of the Spanish architecture bungalow type house. The figure dashes to the passenger side and only when they remove their black facemask to reveal a smirking Santana does Brittany quite loudly gasp her shock and surprise.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Brittany whisper growls across the roof of the car as she watches Santana begin to delicately, but efficiently, strip out of her black gear and leave her petite body draped in much more sexy, though technically much less in terms of amount, clothes. Santana takes a moment to pull her hair up into a high pony before she dips her hand into her short black shorts pocket and pulls out her phone and what appears to be picking tools.

"I'm stealing this car, the last one on the list, what does it look like?" She asks nonchalantly, barely sparing a moment from looking at her phone to shoot Brittany a devilishly coy smile. Brittany is a good minus three seconds away from seriously blowing a fuse. Who the hell does Santana think she is right now?

"You can't steal this car!" Brittany hisses across the roof, steeling her face in what she hopes is a determined and final say of things look. Santana quirks an eyebrow at the challenge, "I got here first." Brittany almost cringes as the words come out. She had not intended to sound so juvenile, but there's something about being around Santana, in situations like this, that brings that side out in her. Santana, for her part, chuckles at Brittany's words.

"And yet, you still haven't stolen anything and I'm already opening the door." She says and Brittany's eyes do a double take of the situation. When, what, where, who and how the hell did Santana manage to jimmy pick her way into the Cayman from the passenger side without Brittany noticing? Furthermore, what the fuck is Brittany doing letting Santana climb all casual like into the car? This is her damn boost!

"You were distracting me!" Brittany exclaims as she narrows her eyes at Santana who has popped back up from the passenger side to stare smugly across the roof at her. Brittany huffs at Santana's actions and reaches forward to grip at the driver's side door, but she doesn't even get as far as to touch it.

"Careful there," Santana says across the way, it's playful but has enough of a warning edge to it that Brittany knows to take it serious. She lifts her eyes and they instantly lock onto brown. Her hand remains seemingly frozen in place but she manages to listen to Santana's next words, "The driver's side hosts most of the sensitive motion sensors for the car's alarm system. You press too hard in the wrong spot and-"

She doesn't finish her sentence before they both become aware of a shrill wailing alarm coming from the car in front of them. Santana's eyes go big and jump back up to Brittany's, panic evident in her features.

"Too late!" She yells across to Brittany who nods in understanding and goes to open the driver's side door that she has been given access to by Santana, who unlocked the doors upon entrance on her side of the car. When they both settle into the car together and close the doors, they turn to face each other, drawing a blank between them.

"Seriously, you're still here?" Brittany asks after they've been sitting there for a good few awkward moments of silence. Santana rolls her eyes at Brittany, now completely used to her insensitivity in certain matters (and also recognizing just how much Brittany is probably not being serious at all. Projecting, Santana realizes, is kind of Brittany's thing.)

"Would you prefer I left and let the cops catch you, because judging by the sirens I can hear not so faintly in the distance, that's a real possibility." Santana asks as she looks over her shoulder and out the rear window of the Cayman. There's nothing on the streets but the police sirens are becoming more loud and clear as they get closer and closer. If that wasn't enough to make her a little panicky, the fact that Brittany has still not gotten the car started is putting her on edge.

"I can do this on my own," Brittany starts to say and Santana's eyes turn back to gaze at her.

"Just be thankful that this car doesn't seem to be equipped with the radar based interior surveillance system. That would be a whole different case of shit out of luck."

Brittany doesn't know why it bothers her so much that Santana seems to know more about this car than her, but it does. Seriously, where did this woman come from?

"I don't need your help." Brittany tries to claim. She wants to win this bet fair and square, maybe show Santana that she's not as high and mighty as she thinks she is. Instead, all she sees is Santana over exaggeratingly rolling her eyes.

"Yes, you're clearly doing a bang up job by yourself." She says as she watches Brittany try to get access to the steering column from prying at the edge of the reinforced plastic. Apparently, Santana recognizes, Brittany hasn't had much luck with stealing this particular car before, otherwise she'd know that getting into the steering column is damn near impossible. Santana releases a sigh before she stretches forward and gently puts her hand on Brittany's forearm.

"Here, that's not going to work. It's more computerized than physical, you can't just wench the column open and hope to find what you're looking for." Santana explains and Brittany just looks at her with incredulity. With another huff, she folds her arms over her chest and gives Santana an expectant look.

"Fine, you do it then." Santana's eyebrows rise slightly but she shrugs and quickly slides over to Brittany's seat. In the next second, Brittany has gone from being severely pissed off at Santana's knowledge of the car to incredibly mind blown by her actions as she watches a single tan leg swing over her lap and then both of Santana's toned thighs and smooth knees settle at the sides of her own thighs. Brittany looks up to find Santana's face, with her body currently straddling Brittany's lap, only a few inches away from her own face. Brittany's heart stops.

"What are you…" she starts to say but Santana simply reaches down next to her and grips the seat's recliner handle, forcing the seat back as far as it will go.

"It'll be easier this way." Santana says with a sultry look and a coy upturn of her lips.

"Easier what way…" Brittany finds her words fading off into oblivion as her entire body is wracked with the sight before her. Santana holding her phone in her hand, stretching and bending down backwards, while still very much in Brittany's lap, as her head disappears under the steering column. Her lower half remains situated on Brittany's lap giving her the most perfect view of Santana's body in all its glory.

Brittany quickly finds that she can't stop her shaky hands from resting upon Santana's hips, and she realizes that if this were any other situation she'd probably be trying to do more. Santana doesn't seem to mind the hand placement as she continues to work her way under the column and get access to the wires from the electronic box she pops open. Once satisfied with her find, she pulls herself back up to sit properly in Brittany's lap, not missing the way blue eyes unabashedly admire how her core muscles engage and her abs flex out from the exposed strip of stomach her hiked up top gives off.

"There." Santana says with a coy smirk and a small wink before she shifts around in Brittany's lap and stretches forward to fiddle with the ignition. Even as the sounds of sirens get closer and closer, Brittany finds that she's not nervous at all. There's something about Santana's weight and warmth resting in her lap that's really comforting. She doesn't even realize Santana's figured everything out until she hears the engine roars to life and the car vibrates beneath her, but it springs her into action.

"Okay, I've got it from here." She says and Santana climbs out of her lap and into the passenger seat as Brittany takes a moment to miss the feeling of having Santana sitting in her lap. When she's ready, Brittany adjusts the seat so she can drive and glances to her right with a mischief filled grin.

She's ready to drive, and she's ready to drive fast.

"Better buckle up darling because we've got a date and I don't like being late." Brittany says before she slams the car into reverse and peels out of the driveway. The tires spin a little as Brittany burns rubber and gives a little smoke show for the cops to drive through as she speeds off in the opposite direction of the flashing blue and red and into the night.

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Brittany pulls the Porsche safely into the shop docking area a good twenty minutes later, thankful that this time around she made it with the car in one piece and the coppers none the wiser about who they had been chasing and eventually lost only a few minutes into the chase. She puts the Cayman in park and lets out a victorious sigh, obviously very pleased with herself for her triumphant actions.

Santana wastes no time removing herself from the vehicle and Brittany, though confused by her actions, is quick to follow her.

"Hey, I think it's only right that I collect my prize now." Brittany calls after Santana's retreating form, stopping her just before she gets to the shop's exit door. Santana turns around slowly, a disbelieving look covering her face. She cocks her head to the side before she replies.

"Um, are you forgetting that we both essentially stole the car?" She asks as her hands fall to her hips and she takes a step back in Brittany's direction, carefully watching her as Brittany leans her elbows on the roof of the Cayman, her hands clasped together, her smile lopsided and knowing. "Just imagine if I hadn't been there to save your ass."

Brittany only smiles wider at Santana's words.

"Are you sure it wasn't my driving that saved our ass's?"

Santana's eyes narrow at the implication. How dare Brittany.

"If I hadn't been there to start the car for you, you might still be sitting in that driveway trying to figure it out. Setting off alarm systems and what not." She points out, taking another step closer. Brittany chuckles openly at her words and pushes back from the car, walking around and stepping closer to Santana.

"Maybe I just let you think that you were doing something because I liked the feeling of having you sit on my lap and I didn't want to bruise your delicate ego?" Brittany fires back, her blue eyes are sparkling with way more mirth than should be legal. Santana's lips pull into a thin, anger bubbling just under the surface line.

"Sometimes I think you are too self-righteous for your own good."

Brittany smiles.

"Sounds awesome."

"It's not." Santana counters, but it still doesn't seem to deter Brittany from smugly grinning her way.

"Well either way, I still think it's only fair that we agree on the fact that I won. So you're at my beck and call." Brittany says as she takes yet another step towards Santana, they're proximity is bordering on close enough to feel the electricity buzzing through their respective bodies.

"Uhh uh, nope. I still don't agree to those terms." Santana replies, but her tone is weaker than normal, and Brittany spots the vulnerability. She steps so they are an inch apart.

"This wasn't really a negotiation sweetheart." It's low and layered with sensuality. Brittany notices the way Santana's throat bobs in nervousness a second before she speaks again.

"Anything that has to do with you trying to control me is always a negotiation." It's so quiet and kitten like, Brittany's almost convinced that Santana's not even trying to fight it anymore. She smirks and dips her chin so her eyes, shining like the water off a Caribbean shore, meet swirling brown.

"Why?" She says and bites her lip slightly, making sure to drag her eyes from Santana's eyes to her lips and then back up, "I get the feeling you totally live for the bottom."

Santana noticeably shudders, but there's also a hint of defiance in her stance. Her own eyes dart to Brittany's lips before they move back up to her eyes. She releases a deep calming breath.

"I never said you won," Santana starts to say, "But I never said I won either. So draw, tie, even break. How about we settle it by reaching a bargain. I will help you with whatever you need around the shop, if it's within reason and not completely inappropriate, and in turn you can help me learn how to do things I don't know how to do so that I'll be a much more convincing arm girl for Jesse."

Brittany considers the offer, realizing it has a lot of potential. Plus, bonus for her, it just means that she and Santana get to be in close proximity and from the sounds of it suggestive situations. How could she turn that down?

"Okay princesca, you've got yourself a bargain." Brittany says with a nod of her head, "Now where would you like to start?"

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It turns out what Santana wants as a bargain is to start with learning how to properly operate and ride a streetbike, figuring it would be a good skill to possess if she was going to be in the vicinity of the bike savvy Jesse St. James, and for Brittany to be the one to teach her how to ride. Brittany has absolutely no qualms with showing Santana how to ride a bike because it just gives her another excuse to put her hands on that fine body. Which, speaking of, it precisely what she's doing right now.

They're only sitting on the Ninja with Brittany perched behind Santana while her feet are on the ground. Santana sits on the bike like she would if she were actually driving it. Brittany's hands are very much secured to Santana's hips, probably lower than they need to be but Santana hasn't complained so she's not about to remove them.

"Okay I think you're ready, let's move the bike over to the garage door." Santana turns her head to look at her questioningly after Brittany says those words. Brittany chuckles and drops her hands down to Santana's thighs, pushing them away from where they grip at the bike and forcing Santana to put her feet on the ground. Brittany smiles at her and Santana gets the hint.

A few minutes later, after some very slow waddling on Santana's part (seeing as how she's a little short for the bike so it takes her longer to move it, not to mention Brittany's not doing much in the sense of helping), they find themselves right in front of the garage's large sliding door. Brittany's hands squeeze at Santana's hips again.

"Hold tight, I'm going to open it." She says before swinging her leg off the bike and stepping away, leaving Santana sitting there with a look that says 'seriously?'

"Where else am I going to go?" She mumbles to herself as she watches Brittany walk over to the garage door and carefully lift it up, exposing the inside of the concrete incased shop to the glare of sunlight that's filtering down from the rapidly rising dawn sun. She's so distracted by the beautiful light that she doesn't immediately recognize when Brittany returns to the bike, that is until she's climbing on behind Santana and pressing in close.

"Now, turn it on." Brittany encourages Santana with a little squeeze of her hands as they come to rest on prominent hipbones again. Santana moves the thumb of her right hand down to the ignition button and presses it in. There's the turn over sound before the engine roars to life, humming underneath both of their bodies. Brittany scoots forward, pushing her front impossibly closer into Santana's back and trailing her hands tightly around her waist before she stretches her arms out and places her hands over Santana's where they rest on the throttle and clutch part of the handlebars.

Brittany's lips are right next to Santana's ear when she speaks in a low whisper.

"Press the shifter down once for first gear. You're going to slowly release the clutch as you pull back on the throttle. Feel the bike catch and you can fully let go of the clutch. It's going to be shaky at first, but I've got you. It's just like driving a car only a lot more personal."

Santana nods her understanding, hoping that Brittany can't feel the way her heart is pounding against her chest, or how the shiver is running though her body at the feel of Brittany's warm breath against her ear. She presses her left foot down, shifting the bike into first before she slowly pulls back on the throttle, making the engine vibrate between her legs as she releases the clutch in one fluid motion. The bike makes a small rumbling noise as the RMP's rev past four and it starts to jerk forward a little. Santana panics for a second but Brittany keeps control, helping her hands maintain their place on the handlebars.

As the bike slowly moves forward out of the garage, Brittany's right hand drops to Santana's stomach and she pulls her close again as her left hand continues to direct Santana's hand on the clutch.

"Shift up once for second when you feel the bike hum just right." Brittany whispers and smiles as Santana shifts into the next gear smoothly. When Santana shifts it up a third time, Brittany releases her hand from the clutch and moves it down to squeeze at Santana's waist, burying her face into the crook of her neck and getting lost in the smell of melted chocolate, fresh vanilla and a Hawaiian sunset.

They coast idly down the abandoned street, keeping it around 45mph and not doing any drastic maneuvering, Brittany wants Santana to be comfortable before she tries any of that stuff. Santana seems to be getting the hang of it quite quickly, not to say Brittany is terribly surprised about that. She urges Santana to head back to the garage an hour or so into their little lesson, figuring she made enough progress for the day to warrant them both a little break for the day, seeing as how they've been up since the day before without rest or sleep.

When they pull back into the garage, Santana shifts the bike into neutral and is about ready to kill the engine when Brittany stops her from doing so. Instead, Brittany moves forward so her front is lined up perfectly with Santana's back, her legs propped firmly on the ground holding the bike up, Santana's ass pressed just enough into her center to have Brittany's heart thumping against her ribcage in anticipation.

"You've got to let the bike properly cool down before you shut her off." Brittany murmurs in Santana's ear as the tips of her fingers draw slowly up tan forearms, leaving goose bumps along every inch they touch. She trails over the dips of Santana's elbows, and skirts just under the sleeves of her t-shirt, feeling Santana tremble in her arms. Her breathing becomes ragged and Brittany can swear she can feel Santana's rapid heart beat through the thin fabric of her cotton shirt where her chest is pressed firmly into her back.

"Let her ease off slowly. Let her get used to you not handling her for a moment."

Brittany's words get raspier and quieter as her touches get bolder and more deliberate. She can tell that Santana has her eyes squeezed shut and her lips are slightly parted, allowing what air she can manage to slowly escape from her mouth. Brittany's lips ghost just barely over the surface of Santana's overheated skin at the junction of where her neck meets her collarbone. She breathes coolly on the spot and swears she hears a whimper escape Santana's lips.

"And then when she's all calmed down, rev her up one last time so she knows you're still there." Brittany whispers before she reaches forward and pulls on the throttle, making the bike hum extra loudly beneath them as the frame rattles with the torque and the vibrations shake their bodies. This time, Brittany does hear Santana whimper as she watches her lull her head forward, her breathing coming out even more rapidly now.

"That's how you properly ride her." Brittany's final words are punctuated by the action of her hand sneaking under Santana's shirt and her palm laying flat against her twitching abs. She presses into the toned muscles confidently as her thumb brushes in a circle by Santana's navel. Santana shakes a little in her arms before her hands shoot out from her side and quickly turn the bike off. Before Brittany knows what's happening, Santana slides herself from the bike and turns to face her with her eyes wide and her arms folded across her stomach. Her breathing is still rapid, but Brittany senses it's not only because Santana is quite obviously turned on.

"You never ask." Santana says almost in a whisper before she runs a hand through her wind swept hair. She takes a moment to pull through a few tangles in her pony before her eyes fall back to Brittany's, where she has been waiting patiently. Brittany shrugs and props the bike up on its kickstand before swinging her leg off and taking a few steps towards Santana.

"Figured that was part of the bargain." Brittany says with a coy smile. She knows she's pushing her limits every second of the day with Santana, but she really wants to break through those walls and share a sense of joy with the sexy woman, if only for a day. Santana's eyes narrow at Brittany's words.

"I haven't fully decided what the bargain entails. Let's just agree that one was made and you've so far kept up your end." Santana speaks fast and jumpy, as if she's got somewhere else to be and can't get there fast enough. It kind of hurts Brittany's feelings, but she's determined not to show it.

"And you'll hold up your end of the deal? Say sometime later today after we've both had proper time to rejuvenate and rest?"

She notices the way Santana gulps at her words. She doesn't think she's scared, just a little unsure of what might happen. Brittany smirks at this, if she only knew.

"If that's what you want." Santana replies, her hands now fidgeting with one another in front of her body.

"It's all I've ever dreamed of." Brittany says in faux sincerity as she turns to walk over to the workbench to grab some tools to tweak the sportbike for better performance. It's not to say that dreaming about Santana being at her beck and call isn't something she hasn't indeed thought about, she just doesn't want to get overly excited and give it all away just yet.

She's never fully positive where Santana stands with things. Which is why she's surprised to find Santana glancing over her shoulder with a coy smile as she walks towards the garage exit. Before she leaves she calls back to Brittany in a sweetly seductive voice,

"Later then. You can count on it honey."

Later cannot come fast enough for Brittany.

Have you ever been on a streetbike behind (or in front of, whatever your flavor is) a really sexy woman and revved the engine while you sit there all badass like with her in your arms? If you haven't, I highly recommend it because you'll never look at a bike the same way again. Thanks again y'all for your amazingness! And to all the guests and accounts whom I cannot PM a personal thank you towards, thank you so much for your excellent reviews, I love reading each and every one of them!