This is a Heya one-shot inspired by the events at the 2012 Golden Globes (everyone looked hot, but I was upset by the lack of exuberance that the Glee cast brought last year). So I'm just gonna write this and see how it goes. Reviews are welcomed. I apologize in advance for anything that doesn't make sense…it's late, folks.
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Naya Rivera double checked to make sure she looked satisfactory as she prepared to depart from her apartment to the 2012 Golden Globes. She looked at herself in the mirror, examining the grey dress that very much so concealed her trim body. Last year, there had been an online riot about the dress she had worn. She had really loved that dress, and the response it got from others. This year, however, her publicist had insisted on her wearing something more conservative. Naya hadn't liked this decision at first. She had insisted on showing off her assets, but he wouldn't have it. So, as retaliation, she chose this. Sure, it was a gorgeous gown, but it wasn't her.
With its high collar and bland tone of grey, she would, no doubt, stay out of the lime light this time around. At least she would have Heather there with her.
Or so she thought.
Her phone buzzed with a text message and she grabbed it from her vanity to see who it was.
Heather: I can't.
Naya's heart sank immediately. She groaned and headed for the door, knowing her limo was waiting for her. As soon as she climbed in the car, she started typing a reply.
Sent: What do you mean you can't?
She pressed send and reached over to the small cooler which resided in the back of the limo and opened it to look for something to drink. She settled on some champagne to start off, outing the various liquor that sat next to it. I don't need to be wasted…yet, she thought. She poured herself a glass and looked out the window as she waited on a reply. Minutes later, while the car was stopped at a red light, Heather's reply came and it made Naya's temper flare.
Heather: Taylor isn't feeling too great about being on the red carpet with me…so we're not going. He's made that clear.
Naya sent an agitated reply straight back.
Sent: Then let him stay home! I need you here tonight!
She was begging now. If Heather wasn't there, she would be alone most of the night. Her head throbbed and she finished off her glass of champagne. Naya wasted no time in pouring another. Her phone buzzed yet again thereafter.
Heather: I can't just leave him…I'm sorry. I just can't come Nay…
Sent: I can't believe this.
Suddenly, her phone rang with Heather's signature ringtone, Heartbeat by Childish Gambino. Naya sighed and contemplated letting it go to voicemail, but gave in when she pictured the look on Heather's face right about now.
"Yeah?"
"Naya, I'm sorry I can't come…Taylor, he just is still really nervous about the whole fame thing and it makes him really uncomfortable-,"
"Just save it, okay? I was really counting on you. You're my best friend, we're supposed to be in this together."
"You know I would be there if I could-,"
"Then why aren't you? Taylor isn't really stopping you. You could still come, you just don't want to." Naya's words hit Heather like an iceberg in the face.
"Naya, of course I want to be there with you. You of all people should know that," Heather pleaded.
"You know, if Taylor truly cared, he would let you come tonight and be proud of you. But no, he's being selfish, just like always," Naya spat.
"That's not fair of you to say…"
The car came to a stop in front of the red carpet, Naya finished her second glass of champagne and cleared her throat. "I'm there now andI have to go. Call me if you decide to show." She hung up, not letting Heather finish. She plastered a fake smile on her face as she stepped out of the limo and into the sea of glamour and flashing lights. Alone.
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The red carpet was a blur. Naya hardly stopped to speak with anyone, only taking the time to do the 360 fashion camera before she was hurrying into the building after about 30 minutes of red carpet coverage. She was the first to her table, surprisingly and frowned when she saw Heather's name marker next to her own. She picked it up and placed the small card in her handbag, not wanting to look at it any more.
The next of her table-mates to arrive inside was Kevin McHale. He noticed Naya sitting with a glum look and quirked his head to the side as he seated himself on her left side.
"Hey Bee…you're in here awfully early…something wrong? Where's Hemo?" He seemed concerned.
"She's at home," Naya said bitterly, not looking up and taking a sip of the champagne she'd had poured by a waiter not moments ago.
"What? Wait is she late? Did she forget something?" Kevin asked, surprised.
"No, she's not coming," Naya answered numbly.
"Why?"
"Taylor. That's why. He's so fucking insecure about fame and everything. I mean, I know it's a lot of pressure, but this is the Golden fucking Globes. You don't just decide that you and your world famous girlfriend aren't going because you're nervous. He always has to make things about him. Why, for once, can't he just man up and help support Heather? She deserves that at the very least!" Naya let out a sigh at the end of her rant and looked at Kevin, "Fuck," she finished, shaking her head.
"You say fuck a lot," he teased with a playful grin, drawing a smile out of the Puerto Rican beauty.
"Fuck yeah, I do!" Naya joked back, nudging the skinny guy.
"Listen, I know it was really important that she come tonight, but don't let her absence ruin your whole night, Naya. Try to have a good time," Kevin encouraged her.
"That, my friend," she held up her glass of champagne, "is what this is for."
…
The award ceremony became a blur as Naya's glass remained full. Kevin watched meekly throughout as Naya requested that her glass be kept full with champagne. But the real drinking would come later. During a break, Naya's phone rang again while she was in the ladies room. It was Heather. She scowled and answered after a while, her intoxicated mind not caring what Heather had to say.
"What?"
"I just wanted to know if you wanted a stuffed animal," Heather said, taken back by Naya's harsh greeting.
"A stuffed animal? Why would I want a stuffed animal?" Naya furrowed her brow.
"Because I'm at Disneyland! I wanted to win you something," Heather answered. Naya flared.
"You're where?"
"Disneyland…you know, the theme park…"
"I know what you said…but why would you be at Disneyland instead of here?" Naya asked angrily, her words tied together with her buzz.
Then Heather got why Naya was so upset, "Naya, you know I don't like it when you drink if you're in a bad mood…it never turns out good."
"Oh, I'm having a great time, Heather, thank you for your concern."
"Naya, I-,"
"You know what…have fun at Disneyland with your poor excuse for a boyfriend, don't bother trying to apologize. I hope you have a wonderful time." Naya hung up again and felt a rush of hot tears fill her eyes. She moved over to the sink and looked in the mirror. What was she doing here? She jumped when she heard the door open and Natalie Portman step through the door. Naya cursed under her breath and turned away, hoping the woman wouldn't see what a mess she was.
"Hey…Naya, right?" Natalie asked kindly. Naya looked down and wiped her eyes with a nod. Natalie furrowed her brows at the young starlet's state. "What's wrong?"
Naya looked up, still trying to wipe the tears from her eyes, and spoke shakily, "My best friend and I are sort of in a fight."
Natalie looked sympathetic and pulled a small package of tissues from her bag. She took one from the pack and brought it up to wipe the smeared eye makeup from Naya's face. "Anything you wanna talk about?"
Naya shrugged, "I was just so excited because I was thinking her and I were going to come here together…but she dipped out the last minute, and now she's at Disneyland with her stupid boyfriend."
"Sounds a little bit like jealousy to me," Natalie said observantly, Naya looked up, her face covered with confusion. "What I mean is, maybe you're upset because she's not spending as much time with you."
"She just…really important to me, and having her here was something I really wanted," Naya sighed, leaning back on the sink.
Natalie looked at the Latina thoughtfully, "Was she that goofy blonde who was with you when we met last year? Heather, I think?"
Naya smiled at her name, despite the circumstance.
"So it was her. You two were really close from what I saw, are you still that close?" Natalie asked.
Again, Naya gave a shrug, "I'd like to think so…but her boyfriend has been keeping us apart lately. I feel like he's threatened by me, because Heather and I…well, our relationship seems like more than best friends to him."
"Is it more than friends?" Natalie asked, making Naya think even harder. Her head throbbed.
"Who made you the psychologist?" Naya joked, avoiding the question.
Natalie laughed at the irony, "I actually studied psychology at Harvard. Don't think you're not answering the question."
"Damn. Should have known! I can't believe I'm talking to Natalie Portman in the bathroom at the Golden Globes."
"You still haven't answered," Natalie smirked.
"Would it be bad if I said I wanted more with Heather?" Naya asked carefully.
"Of course not. And listen, from what I saw last year, you have her wrapped around your finger. She was beaming at you, like she was proud of you. Just be patient. She'll come around. But now, I have to call my babysitter to check on my son. Let me know how things go later, okay?" Natalie pulled Naya in for a hug, much to the singer's surprise, and smiled warmly.
Naya walked out of the bathroom with a million new thoughts in her mind.
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Naya finished watching the award ceremony, downing three more glasses of champagne by the end, and her angry thoughts had settled. Now she just felt lonely.
"Naya…are you coming to the after party, girl?" Amber asked as they moved towards the exit of the building.
"Yeah…for a bit," Naya nodded, clinging onto Kevin's arm.
"You should stay away from the bar when we get there," He said into her ear. Naya looked at him and shook her head.
"I'll be okay." She slurred, patting his forearm.
"Naya, I'm serious. Heather texted me while you were in the bathroom. She was worried that you would drink too much…which, by the looks of things, has already happened," Kevin said carefully, as to not set off Naya's ever-ticking time bomb.
"She texted you to take care of me?" Naya scoffed, "That's just great. She thinks I'm going crazy…"
"You don't mean that, Naya…you know Heather feels bad about tonight," Kevin assured her as they looked for Naya's car.
Naya ignored him, "You rode with Cory right?"
Kevin sighed, defeated in trying to convince her. "Yes."
"Will you ride with me to the after party instead?" She asked, stumbling a bit as they walked towards her waiting limo.
"Yeah…sure," Kevin nodded. "Cory," he called over his shoulder at the tall guy, who looked forward at the sound of his name, "I'm riding with Bee!"
Cory threw him a nod and Kevin waved back.
"Okay, let's go." Kevin helped her into the back seat and slid in behind her. She immediately went for the cooler of alcohol, but Kevin stopped her immediately.
"Kev, I don't need you to babysit me. I'm a big girl. I can have one drink," Naya said.
"Really? Well, you've been having one drink all night, no more for a while," He insisted. She scoffed and turned away from him, looking silently out the window. He just sighed and sat quietly beside her and texted Heather.
Sent: Hemo, Naya isn't doing any better. When are you getting back from Disneyland?
Heather automatically replied.
HeMo: Soon. Just look out for her Kev. Call me if anything happens.
Sent: Will do.
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At the after party, the room was filled with people when Naya and Kevin arrived just after the other Glee cast members. Kevin followed Naya carefully as she made her rounds around the room, saying hello to other celebrities, making jokes with them, but still, looking sad. She hadn't spoken a word to him since the limo, and it seemed she was trying to lose him in the crowd.
"Kev, you don't have to follow me like a watch dog, okay? I'm doing fine. Go have fun," Naya said dryly into his ear at one point.
"Fine, I'll leave you alone. Just stay away from the bar. Please," Kevin implored her. She nodded and he left to go find Dianna.
Naya, finally free of her 'guard,' immediately moved for the bar. She settled near the middle, and waved for the bartender.
"What can I get for you?"
Naya rubbed her temple, "Lemme get a shot of tequila," she told him, then changed her mind, "actually, make it two."
"Coming right up!" He quickly retrieved her request, placing the two shot glasses before her. She sighed and downed both of them, one after the other.
She squeezed her eyes shut at the burn and breathed out, feeling the liquor immediately take its effect.
"Damn!" The bartender said in astonishment.
"Get me a Long Island iced tea," she requested.
"Are you sure…that's a pretty strong drink," he checked.
"Hit me."
He nodded and prepared the mix of vodka, tequila, rum, gin, and coke, and with a squeeze of lemon, handed her the hard drink. She paid him and took a long swig. This drink hit her even faster. The mix of various liquors made her feel very warm and it was then she realized how drunk she was. Her vision suddenly seemed more skewed and the music seemed louder. She could hear someone saying her name, and she looked around for the owner of the voice.
"Naya! There you are! Jeez, I thought you'd never hear me! How about this after party huh?" Mark asked, a beer in hand.
"Mark! Heyyy! Have you seen Heather?" Naya asked dumbly. Mark looked at her as if she were crazy.
"Um, Naya, Heather didn't come, remember?" He asked slowly.
"Damnit!" Naya cursed loudly, taking another drink.
"What are you drinking Naya?" Mark asked.
"…iced tea," Naya took another swig, all but emptying the glass, Mark took it from her and smelled it.
"Bullshit. You forgot to mention the Long Island part. Jesus, that shit'll get you drunk faster than you can say the name of the drink!" Mark set the glass out of her reach, "Come on, I'm taking you home." He started to drag her towards the door but she gripped his arm in a stand-still.
"I just want, Heather…" she mumbled before falling into Mark's arms and closing her eyes.
"Get a paramedic!" She heard someone say.
"Move out of the way!" Was that Kevin?
"Is she okay?" Another bystander asked.
"I need everyone to step back, please. Ms. Rivera?"
She halfway opened her eyes to see a paramedic kneeling over her.
"Where's Heather?" She muttered incoherently. Little did she know, Kevin was already on it.
He called her immediately after Naya had fainted, having seen the incident from across the room. He knew the blonde would come.
"Kevin, what is it?" Heather asked, sounding tired on the other end of the line.
"It's Naya," Kevin began. The blonde was suddenly alert.
"What happened?" She seemed to be in a panic.
"She got away from me and sort of…drank too much…I'm so sorry Hemo…I told you that I'd look out for her and I failed! I'm so sorry!" He quickly apologized, "But listen, she's going in and out of consciousness, the paramedics are with her now. Mark was with her when she went down.
"Say no more, Kev. I'll be there in ten."
Then the line went dead.
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"Where is she?" Heather ran up to Kevin as soon as she spotted him in the crowd of celebrities that filled the room. She looked incredibly out of place in her sweats as she rushed in.
"This way," Kevin took her hand and pulled her back towards the lounge areas. There Heather spotted Naya with the paramedics in one of the secluded areas, being checked. She seemed to be resisting their offers to help. All of their cast mates stood outside the entrance, looking worried. Heather let go of Kevin's hand and ran for the entrance.
"I need to get in there!" Heather said worriedly. The other's gave understanding looks and let her enter. Naya, who was sitting on the couch, paramedic kneeling in front of her, looked up and noticed her best friend standing before her, tears in her eyes.
"Heather…I thought you were at Disneyland," Naya said sarcastically.
"I had just gotten home when Kev called me. Why did you do this, Nay? You scared the shit out of me," Heather came over and sat by her. Naya then turned to the paramedic in front of her.
"Are we almost done here?"
"Naya, you're heavily intoxicated, and I'm both surprised and glad to say that you seem like you're going to be okay. Is there someone who can take you home?" The medic asked, standing up next to the other by-standing medic.
"My limo-,"
"I will," Heather interjected, "I'm not letting her out of my sight."
"Great. Now, Naya, go home, get some sleep, drink some water and get some rest tomorrow. I expect a nasty hangover by the looks of tonight," He ordered.
"Thank you, sir," Heather said politely as the two medics gathered their things and left. As soon as they were gone, the rest of their cast mates started to come in, but Heather held up a hand, signaling for them to wait. Lea got the message and ushered them back away from the lounge.
"I was miserable tonight. The highlight of my evening was a hug from Natalie Portman in the bathroom," Naya said through a sob. Heather took the brunettes hand and laced her fingers with her own, caressing her knuckles with the pad of her thumb.
"I'm so, so sorry Naya. I should have come. I feel terrible," Heather apologized.
"Don't apologize. You had fun with Taylor. I'm happy for you," Naya half lied. She was happy that Heather had a great night. She was just mad it wasn't a great night with her.
"I know you don't like him, but-,"
"Hate him," Naya corrected.
"O-kay…hate him. But just know that nothing or anyone could ever take away the friendship you and I have. I love you…so much, Naya. I was so worried you would hurt yourself tonight because you're so upset," the tall blonde sighed.
"I was upset…not so much anymore," Naya smiled over at Heather, "I love you too. Can we go now?"
"Yeah," Heather nodded, helping Naya up and walking out of the lounge hand-in-hand.
"Hey, are you okay?" Lea was the first to ask.
Naya half-smiled and nodded, "she's just gonna…drive me," she slurred.
"Okay…well, we're glad you're okay! We love you!" Amber added.
"Thanks guys. See you on set tomorrow," Naya waved meekly. They all hollered their goodbyes as Heather and Naya quietly left together.
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Heather hummed along to the radio as she drove through the busy streets of Beverly Hills, trying to get back to Naya's place. She looked over at the stunning brunette, who was now asleep, and wondered how in the world she got so lucky. She reached down to Naya's hand and held it, and couldn't fight the smile when Naya squeezed back.
When she pulled up to Naya's apartment she parked and looked over at Naya again. She hated to wake her, but there was no way she could carry her all the way up to her apartment, no matter how many times she'd picked Naya up.
"Naya, honey…we're here…wake up," Heather roused her gently. Naya groaned and her eyes fluttered open.
"Where are we?"
"At your place. Let's go, you need some rest," Heather urged her, grabbing her own bag before climbing out of the car.
"Mpmh…are you staying with me?" Naya asked as Heather hurried around to the passenger side door and helped her out, slinging Naya's arm over her shoulder and securing her hand around Naya's tiny waist.
"Yeah, I'm staying. I told Taylor I was going to take care of you," Heather said just above a whisper.
"Was he…was he, mad?" Naya slurred as Heather ushered her towards the elevators. They stepped aside and Naya cuddled into Heathers arms as soon as the doors were closed and Heather had pressed the 8th floor button of the tall building. The tall blonde wrapped her arms around her shorter friend and kissed her temple.
"Yeah. We got into a fight before I left…" Heather sighed. "But stop worrying about me, I just want you to get some rest."
They finally made it to Naya's apartment door and Heather reached into Naya's handbag for her keys. Once she got the door open she took Naya straight to the bedroom and helped her sit on the bed before turning on the lamp. Naya kicked her shoes off, which reminded Heather to do the same as well, and placed the sneakers by her things. She then moved to Naya's dresser and searched for some pj's for her friend to wear. She decided on Naya's favorite pair of sweatpants and a slim-fitting grey t-shirt.
"Here, let's get you into the bathroom, get that makeup off, get you into these pj's and call it a night. C'mon," Heather offered her hand for Naya to take. Naya blinked and muttered about something that didn't make sense before taking Heather's hand and following her into the bathroom.
Naya sat on the closed toilet seat as Heather ran some warm water onto a washcloth and rang it out before kneeling down in front of Naya and bringing it up to her face. Naya let the blonde clean her face, which felt flushed and warm from all the alcohol. She felt her pours breathe now that the majority of her makeup was gone. It felt good.
"Now, to get you out of that dress," Heather stated, pulling Naya to her feet and examining the dress for a zipper. "Naya, how do I get you out of this thing?"
Naya laughed, "Here…it's just," Naya reached around clumsily to the back, indicating the long, thin zipper that ran all the way down the middle. Heather nodded and unzipped the garment, letting Naya slip it off her body leaving her in her panties. The Latina picked up the dress and hung it on the back on the bathroom door before turning to face Heather. Heather swallowed hard, her pale cheeks becoming covered in blush. This didn't go unnoticed by the drunken Naya, who had just let her hair down.
"Is that blush?" Naya brought a hand up and cupped Heather's cheek. Heather's eyes moved up Naya's legs, stomach, breasts and finally to her eyes, which were glassy and sultry. Naya stepped in closer to the taller blonde, who gulped again, feeling Naya's breath on her lips. Just as the brunette leaned in to kiss her, Heather pulled away and grabbed Naya's pj's and handed them to her.
"Uhm…you should, uh, get some rest," Heather blabbered before exiting the bathroom in a rush.
She moved across the bedroom and grabbed her bag and searched inside for a moment before pulling out the small stuffed unicorn that she had won for Naya earlier that evening. She examined it as hot tears filled her sparkling blue eyes. She had almost cheated on Taylor with Naya whilst Naya was drunk. This was not good. But Naya was so damn beautiful. Not just earlier…all the time. Naya would look beautiful to Heather if she was covered in mud, had half a shaved head, and was wearing a paper bag for clothes.
She quickly hid the unicorn behind her back as Naya came out of the bathroom in her pj's and clumsily walked over to the bed and flopped onto it.
"Come here, Heather," she requested, her eyes closed. Heather took that as an opportunity to replace the unicorn in her bag before joining her on the bed.
"Why do you resist me so much?" Naya asked as Heather maneuvered the blankets over their bodies and turned out the lamp.
"What do you mean? I don't resist you."
Naya could sense Heather's nervousness and she scooted closer, laying on her right, looking right at the blonde. "Yes you do. Why are you so afraid of what we have?"
"Naya, please, just go to sleep, we'll talk in the morning. You're too drunk for this," Heather insisted, rolling over on her right, facing away. She heard Naya sigh and roll over too, presumably away from her.
Naya fell asleep quickly, but Heather lay awake for another 45 minutes or so before exhaustion finally consumed her into sleep.
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Heather was awoken by her phone going off from its place where she had plugged it into the wall. It was her alarm to get up for work. That's right…they had to shoot today. She started to move, but then realized there was a tan arm holding her down. Naya was cuddled up to her, almost spooning her, sleeping hard.
Heather very carefully slipped out of Naya's large bed and hurried over to her phone to turn the alarm off. It was 5 a.m now and they had to leave by 6 to arrive at 6:30 on set. Naya was not going to be very happy about having to get up.
Deciding to try and start the day off good, Heather walked over to her bag and pulled out the unicorn for Naya, along with her notepad and pen. She wrote a small note and placed it on the nightstand by Naya's phone with the plush animal. Smiling in satisfaction, she headed into the bathroom for a shower.
It wasn't much later that Naya's eyes cracked open to the faint sound of singing over the shower. She knew Heather was up. Her head pounded and she groaned as she rolled over to look at the clock. She was surprised to find it blocked by something. It was a stuffed unicorn with a note underneath it. She couldn't help but grin as she read the note to herself, the unicorn already settled snugly between her bicep and her ribcage.
-Naya,
I hope you know how much I regret not being with you last night. I blame myself for what happened. Anyway, I won you this for you. I hope you like it. His name is Florence. Anyway, hurry and get ready, because I wanna go to breakfast first. :) Smile! I love you.
Xoxo, Hemo-
The Latina folded the note and slipped it into the nightstand drawer and looked at the unicorn again before placing it neatly on the pillows and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. The time read 5:09. Heather must've just gotten up. And it wasn't until she stood that she realized how bad she had to pee. She hurried to the bathroom and knocked twice.
"Yeah?" Heather called over the water.
"I gotta pee! Okay if I come in?" Naya asked groggily.
"Sure thing!"
Naya then turned the knob and went straight for the toilet upon entering. She tried not to concentrate on Heather's naked silhouette that was visible through the glass of the large steam shower.
After peeing, Naya realized that the both of them would probably not have time to shower if they wanted to eat first. Heather must have realized the same because she poked her head out of the glass stall as Naya washed her hands and face.
"Did you get my present?" She asked giddily.
"Yes, I got it. I love him, he's perfect," Naya nodded. "But how are you so peppy right now? I feel like shit…"
"I bet you do. A shower would help!" Heather suggested. Naya froze.
"We don't both have time to shower if we wanna eat. And I need to eat," Naya stated.
"So join me!" Heather offered, "Before we run out of hot water!"
"What about Taylor?" Naya asked bitterly, referring to Heather resisting her forwardness the previous night.
"What he doesn't know won't hurt him! It's just a shower…and you're sober now," Heather shrugged.
Naya thought, "Okay." She slowly undressed herself and turned away from the mirror to step into the stall with the blonde. Her heart swelled when she saw Heather's slick body standing under the powerful stream. She moved over to allow Naya a chance to rinse off the nights toxins. Naya savored the feeling of the stream of water that now massaged her skin. She ran her hands back over her head and let the water soak her hair completely. It felt so good.
When she opened her eyes again, Heather was staring at her, her mouth parted slightly. Naya furrowed her brow and wondered what she was thinking.
"What?"
"…you're just so beautiful," Heather said, just so it was barely audible over the water.
"More beautiful than Taylor?" Naya quipped, eliciting a loud giggle from the blonde.
"Definitely…and funnier, too." Heather didn't know why she was doing it. Maybe it was out of guilt. But whatever was about to happen between her and Naya was what felt right.
Naya smirked and grabbed her bottle of body wash. "Wanna help?" She offered the bottle to Heather, who nervously nodded and squeezed a fair amount onto her hands and reached for Naya's body.
She started at Naya's waist, but it wasn't long before she lathered up her sides and then, ever so gently, over the brunette's supple breasts. Naya moaned as Heather then ushered her to face away. Heather ran her hands over Naya's toned back and around her pelvis to rest at the top of her thighs, so that their bottles were forced to be pressed together.
Naya moaned and closed her eyes as Heather let the water rinse all the suds away. As soon as she was clean, she quickly turned around cupped Heather's face in her hands, pulling her in for a forceful kiss. Heather responded by wrapping her arms abound Naya's tiny waist and pulling their bodies flush together, so that their breast rubbed in a slippery dance between one another.
Their tongues intermingled and Naya bit down on Heather's lower lip, the way she always did when she wanted to go down. Heather, however, knew they didn't have that much time to spare. In fact it was getting late as it was. Heather gave a respondatory bite back, signaling that now was not the time to continue. Naya got the message and slowed their kisses back to several lighter, gentler ones. As they pulled apart, Naya kissed the tip of Heather's nose.
"We need to get ready," Heather explained.
"I understand…but we will continue this later. Taylor or no Taylor!" Naya teased.
"Taylor, who?" Heather joked, giving Naya one last kiss before they stopped the water and proceeded to dress for filming.
…
"Naya?" Heather asked as they drove from breakfast to the studio.
"Hm?" Naya asked sleepily, looking out the window, her hangover still very much there.
"Do you remember saying anything to me before we went to bed?"
"Not really. Why? Did I say something horrible? If I did, Heather I'm-,"
Heather cut her off, "No. No, you didn't. But you did ask me a question…"
"Uh-huh…" Naya trailed cautiously.
"You asked me why I resist you," Heather said bluntly. Naya nodded. "Do you really think I resist you?"
"Well, you sort of do. I know that you're with Taylor, okay, and you've known him since before Glee and stuff. But I know for a fact that what you and I share is so much more real than what you have. I can feel it when I'm with you, when I sing with you, when I dance with you, when I kiss you…" Naya explained.
Heather was silent, "I just don't wanna hurt him."
"I know. And that's why I feel bad. I feel like I'm causing you stress too. But Heather…I don't want anyone else. I love you," Naya admitted.
"And I love you, Naya. I just don't know what to say to Taylor…" Heather said, concerned.
"So you're breaking up with him?" Naya seemed to lift.
"Well, I mean, I suppose I could just tell him that I have feelings for someone else…stronger feelings, then I just have to 'tell you how I feel,' and then all you have to do is say yes," Heather proposed.
Naya thought the idea over, "Okay. Let's do it."
…
The next weekend, Naya paced nervously in her apartment, waiting for any sign that Heather had talked to Taylor already. She had said she was going to do it Saturday night. It was now 9:24 that night and she hadn't heard anything. She nearly jumped though when her phone buzzed on the coffee table. She knew it must be Heather.
But when she saw the text message her heart ripped in two all over again.
Heather: I can't.
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So there you have it! It was a little lengthy, I admit, but I liked how it turned out! Be sure to leave me some reviews.
