"And cut!"

Naya slid off of the bed she and Cory were on, smoothing down her hair. She turned to Cory, looking him over from head to toe. Wow, he really was hot. Naya never really thought about Cory that way, until the past week or so. They had been shooting a lot of scenes together, because in the Madonna episode they were filming, Santana takes Finn's v-card.

"Hey, Naya. Uh, you were really good."

Naya froze. That was almost awkward to hear him say. They had just been filming a super inappropriate scene, and he was saying this to her?

"Thanks Cory.. Um, you too."

Cory stood up, and Naya swore she could see a bulge in the front of his pants. That was so sexy. Her eyes stayed locked on the bulge, and she knew Cory noticed.

"Oh shit…"

Naya laughed.

"Naya, I blame you. That little slip, and your voice, and just the way you were while filming that made me super hard."

Naya felt heat rush to her cheeks. She could not believe that she had given Cory Monteith and unintentional boner.

"Cory, that's pretty hot, honestly."

"Oh yeah?"

"Mhm. Maybe we should… practice."

Naya winked, walking over to Cory, running her hands through his short, dark hair. The look in her eyes screamed 'fuck me'. She pressed herself up against him, and smirked.

"Nay, I feel so bad ass doing this here…"

"Mmm. Just stop talking baby."

Cory did as she said, and kept his mouth closed. He moved so Naya was pressed against the bed frame, and he was right against her. He leaned her back, and climbed over top of her, smirking. Cory was in awe of Naya right now. She was being all demanding, and sexy. She had always been a background type character, but he definitely wanted that to change.

"You are so beautiful, Naya. And you are making me want you, badly."

"God Cory, I need you so fucking bad."

Cory attached their mouths, rapidly shoving his tongue to collide with hers. They had never kissed before, and this was just magical. Cory got that popping sensation in his head the second his lips touched hers.

"Cory, please, just fuck me."

Naya helped Cory as he fumbled around with the buttons on his pants. Her body was practically trembling. She needed him, badly. His pants were at his ankles now, and he started to slide her magenta slip up her perfect body.

"Naya, Cory, you're needed in makeup!"

The two of them groaned. Of course, Ryan would call out for them, being a total cockblock. The mood was perfect, and now they were screwed.

"Shit. Naya, I'm going to get blue balls."

"Shit. Cory, I'm soaking through my panties."

"I still want you."

Naya got up and put a hand on his cheek.

"Tonight at 10. My place."