Fic: The Faberrittana Road Trip Drabbles (1/?)
Title: The Faberrittana Road Trip Drabbles
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17, for a bit of graphic smut.
Spoilers: Nope.
Warnings: Silliness.
Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin. The first of a bunch of drabbles chronicling the fab four as they embark on a six day road trip. For the sake of the drabbles, they've been in an established relationship for some time now. And now I think the summary's getting as long as the drabble, so I'll stop!
As road trips go, it hadn’t been the most auspicious start. In fact, the four of them wouldn’t have been in the car at all except that they weren’t allowed on school grounds for the next four days. One of the junior Cheerios, who apparently hadn’t been warned, had called Brittany stupid. Before she’d even known what hit her, she’d been simultaneously tackled by Santana, Rachel and Quinn. If it was strictly up to Coach Sylvester, the three of them would have gotten off with nothing - she had a large soft spot for Brittany herself, and she publicly booted the junior from the squad without even waiting for her to pick herself up off the floor - but unfortunately, Figgins had picked exactly the wrong time to walk down that hallway.
The tension with their parents had been quickly defused by each of the girls by explaining just what had happened. At least those of the four who still spoke to their parents. With their blessing, the girls decided to turn the suspension into a six day road trip, piling supplies into the trunk of Brittany’s Audi. Now they were cruising through Ohio, the top down and the music up, enjoying the cool fall air. Brittany was in the back seat, making out with Quinn, while Santana and Rachel, the driver, shared the front. Rachel looked at the two blondes in the rearview mirror and sighed.
“What’s the matter, mi cielito? Feeling left out?” Santana trailed a lazy finger across Rachel’s thigh, grinning as she shivered at the touch.
“It’s not fair,” she pouted. “They get to sit back there and have all the fun.”
Santana didn’t respond, just shifted closer and turned her lazy strokes into careful circles on Rachel’s thigh. It was exactly where she liked to be touched, and her eyes darkened appreciatively. “Uh - fuck. San-”
“Eyes on the road, Rachel,” Santana used her ‘in charge’ voice, knowing the effect it would have. Rachel did as she was told, although her eyes glazed over a bit and her mouth hung open. “Better,” Santana pushed her hand under Rachel’s too-short skirt, her fingers skittering lightly upward until they reached the damp cotton of her panties. “Keep your eyes open,” she commanded, “if you close them for anything longer than a blink, this stops.”
“Uh,” was the closest Rachel could manage to a coherent reply. Santana’s long fingers pushed the increasingly sodden panties aside and dragged across Rachel’s pussy, making her gasp. Following her orders, though, her eyes stayed wide open. First one, and then two fingers slipped easily into her, and she bit her lip. Her eyes were dilated with want, and her soft groan was audible even over the music and the wind. Santana was torturously slow, her fingers barely moving, and Rachel rocked her hips forward, desperate for more. Santana shook her head.
“No. You handle the driving, I’ll handle the sexing. Clear?” Rachel nodded frantically, and Santana languorous pace resumed. Her thumb brushed Rachel’s clit, and she nearly jumped off the seat.
“Oh, fuck - San, please!”
“Muñequita, you are so, so beautiful. You don’t need to beg - just keep your eyes on the road, and I’ll get you there.” True to her word, Santana added a third finger to her thrusts, curling them in exactly the right spot each time. She could feel Rachel pulsing, twitching around her fingers as she muttered “San, San, San,” in time with each movement of her fingers - and then, with a final swipe of her clit and a final curl of her fingers, Rachel came with a scream, the thrust of her hips lifting her off the drivers’ seat. To her credit, though, she kept control of the car long enough to pull over so she could recover.
“That was really hot,” Brittany said from behind her.
“Hot doesn’t even cover it,” Quinn’s voice was filled with want. “Why have we never tried that before?”
“I think it’s my turn to drive,” Santana grinned. “Rach, when you catch your breath, switch me seats.”
Author: cranberry_pi
Rating: NC-17, for a bit of graphic smut.
Spoilers: Nope.
Warnings: Silliness.
Summary: Exactly what it says on the tin. The first of a bunch of drabbles chronicling the fab four as they embark on a six day road trip. For the sake of the drabbles, they've been in an established relationship for some time now. And now I think the summary's getting as long as the drabble, so I'll stop!
As road trips go, it hadn’t been the most auspicious start. In fact, the four of them wouldn’t have been in the car at all except that they weren’t allowed on school grounds for the next four days. One of the junior Cheerios, who apparently hadn’t been warned, had called Brittany stupid. Before she’d even known what hit her, she’d been simultaneously tackled by Santana, Rachel and Quinn. If it was strictly up to Coach Sylvester, the three of them would have gotten off with nothing - she had a large soft spot for Brittany herself, and she publicly booted the junior from the squad without even waiting for her to pick herself up off the floor - but unfortunately, Figgins had picked exactly the wrong time to walk down that hallway.
The tension with their parents had been quickly defused by each of the girls by explaining just what had happened. At least those of the four who still spoke to their parents. With their blessing, the girls decided to turn the suspension into a six day road trip, piling supplies into the trunk of Brittany’s Audi. Now they were cruising through Ohio, the top down and the music up, enjoying the cool fall air. Brittany was in the back seat, making out with Quinn, while Santana and Rachel, the driver, shared the front. Rachel looked at the two blondes in the rearview mirror and sighed.
“What’s the matter, mi cielito? Feeling left out?” Santana trailed a lazy finger across Rachel’s thigh, grinning as she shivered at the touch.
“It’s not fair,” she pouted. “They get to sit back there and have all the fun.”
Santana didn’t respond, just shifted closer and turned her lazy strokes into careful circles on Rachel’s thigh. It was exactly where she liked to be touched, and her eyes darkened appreciatively. “Uh - fuck. San-”
“Eyes on the road, Rachel,” Santana used her ‘in charge’ voice, knowing the effect it would have. Rachel did as she was told, although her eyes glazed over a bit and her mouth hung open. “Better,” Santana pushed her hand under Rachel’s too-short skirt, her fingers skittering lightly upward until they reached the damp cotton of her panties. “Keep your eyes open,” she commanded, “if you close them for anything longer than a blink, this stops.”
“Uh,” was the closest Rachel could manage to a coherent reply. Santana’s long fingers pushed the increasingly sodden panties aside and dragged across Rachel’s pussy, making her gasp. Following her orders, though, her eyes stayed wide open. First one, and then two fingers slipped easily into her, and she bit her lip. Her eyes were dilated with want, and her soft groan was audible even over the music and the wind. Santana was torturously slow, her fingers barely moving, and Rachel rocked her hips forward, desperate for more. Santana shook her head.
“No. You handle the driving, I’ll handle the sexing. Clear?” Rachel nodded frantically, and Santana languorous pace resumed. Her thumb brushed Rachel’s clit, and she nearly jumped off the seat.
“Oh, fuck - San, please!”
“Muñequita, you are so, so beautiful. You don’t need to beg - just keep your eyes on the road, and I’ll get you there.” True to her word, Santana added a third finger to her thrusts, curling them in exactly the right spot each time. She could feel Rachel pulsing, twitching around her fingers as she muttered “San, San, San,” in time with each movement of her fingers - and then, with a final swipe of her clit and a final curl of her fingers, Rachel came with a scream, the thrust of her hips lifting her off the drivers’ seat. To her credit, though, she kept control of the car long enough to pull over so she could recover.
“That was really hot,” Brittany said from behind her.
“Hot doesn’t even cover it,” Quinn’s voice was filled with want. “Why have we never tried that before?”
“I think it’s my turn to drive,” Santana grinned. “Rach, when you catch your breath, switch me seats.”