Summary: Heather laughs along to her story, watching with adoration as she gestures wildly with her free hand. She stares at the little snowflakes that have caught in her thick, dark lashes. God, she's so beautiful. HeYa. (M rating in later chapters)
Disclaimer: Not mine, fiction.
A/N: This story takes place during the winter, after the shooting of "Duets". I'm thinking this will just be a 2-3 chapter story. I was walking home today in the snow and this story came to mind. This is my first time posting, so feel free to give me criticism/feedback (grammar feedback, too!). The song is "Come Down" by Sylvan Esso ( watch?v=4LYVT-Iqbnk). Cheers!
"Shit, I can't remember the last time I was this cold," complains Naya, rubbing her hands together.
"I know, I'm so glad I had these gloves at my place. Here." She takes off her left glove and hands it to Naya. When she opens her mouth to protest, Heather stops her. She grabs the shorter girl's exposed hand and intertwines it with hers, then slips them both into her pocket. "There, now we'll both have two warm hands." She gives Naya's fingers a gentle squeeze.
"Thanks," she smiles up at her, "I guess I didn't have quite enough wine to keep me warm".
They're walking back to Naya's apartment after a spur of the moment celebration with the cast at a little bar they all frequent. Just as they were wrapping up on set, it had started snowing for the first time since 2007. Despite the majority of them being fans of the year-round warm weather, the snow-though it was barely enough to be visible on the ground-made everyone jittery with excitement.
Drinks had been fun. It was one of those rare nights when everyone was relaxed and in a good mood. They spent 2 hours crammed together in a candle-lit booth, drinking and raising their voices over the music. It was the perfect way to end their long week. Heather and Naya were sitting beside each other, as per usual. Heather, who became especially chatty when she drank, kept leaning into Naya to make a joke, or to tease her about the server making it very obvious he was into her, sometimes resting her hand lightly on her thigh as she did so. Naya was warm with a wine buzz and kept getting whiffs of Heather's mild, sweet perfume. She didn't mind the way her lips would lightly brush her ear, or the way her warm breath tickled her neck. It felt familiar and safe being pressed up against her best friend. She always enjoyed her company. It had been years since either of them had had a such a close friend, and it was clear they both revelled in it. Regularly the topic came up, and they'd both bond over how rare it was to find someone you got along with so easily, and how nice it was to have a companion while they were both single.
Hand in hand (in pocket), they continue down the quiet, residential street. Naya's retelling the story of when Chord and Amber had a drunken dance-off the week before, the last part about Chord tripping over his own feet and landing in Mark's lap is barely decipherable between her fits of laughter. "The look on Marks face when he feel in his lap was priceless. Oh man…" The blonde laughs along to her story, watching with adoration as she gestures wildly with her free hand. She stares at the little snowflakes that have caught in her thick, dark lashes. God, she's so beautiful.
"What?" Naya asks gently when she notices her friend staring.
Caught off guard, she replies, "Nothing, you just look cute with snowflakes in your eyelashes."
She giggles and bumps her hip against the taller girl's. "Says the one with the little red nose and ears."
Heather scrunches her face. "Fine, we're both cute."
"Agreed. Do you want to watch a movie or something when we get to my place? It's only 11:30, I'm not tired at all."
"Sure. A cup of tea would be nice, too."
The two walk quietly for a moment, then Naya begins softly singing her current favorite song. She often sang when they were alone together, and Heather wouldn't hesitate to tell her how much she loved her voice. Seriously, it's like, the best voice ever. You sound like Alicia Keys, Adele, and Amy Winehouse combined, but better! During the beginning of their friendship, the brunette would get shy and bashful, but quickly she became confident enough to sing in front of her friend whenever the moment felt right.
Hey mama won't you come down
Hey mama won't you come down
To the river, to wait, to be
Heather smiles to herself, feeling incredibly content. Aside from Naya's singing and the sound of their wet footsteps against the ground, everything is silent. The streetlights make the snow around them sparkle a warm pink hue. She brushes her thumb along Naya's a few times.
There's a man I know
I think he loves me so
Finally, I'm going to wait
"The tea is steeping, it'll be ready in a few minutes." She sits herself on the arm of the couch next to Heather. "Shit, I'm still freezing," she says, while wrapping her arms around her chest.
"Says the one who put on short shorts and a t-shirt as soon as we got here."
"You know I can't stand wearing pants around the house! And you're wearing shorts, too."
Heather laughs, "Yeah, but I'm not complaining. We'll share the really warm blanket that's on your bed."
"Ok. Did you pick a movie?"
"It's between Inception, Black Swan, and Tron."
"Not Inception, I've already seen it twice. And you just want to watch Black Swan because you have a crush on Natalie Portman."
"Do not!" Heather jokingly shoves her friend's knee. "I'd much rather kiss Mila."
Naya laughs at her friend. "Fair enough. Let's watch Tron! I feel like watching something more action-packed."
"You just want to watch because of Olivia Wilde."
Naya shrugs, "Hey, everyone's a little gay."
"Or more than a little gay," Heather teases.
She brushes off her friend's comment and jokingly rolls her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I'll get the tea, you put the movie in and get the blanket."
Heather has the movie on the menu screen ready to start and is cozied up under the blanket, when she hears Naya swear.
"Fucking shit ass piss on a stick! My hand!"
She rushes over to the kitchen to see what happened. She finds Naya standing with her finger in her mouth and a small puddle of tea at her feet.
"I filled the cups too much," she pouted.
"I can see that." She goes to grab the dish towel and wipes up the tea, then walks up to her friend and holds out her arm. "Give me your hand. Dr. Morris will take a look." Naya let out the most pathetic whine she could muster and rests her hand in her palm. Heather widens her eyes and feigns panic. "Oh no, oh dear lord. This looks awful. We're going to have to amputate, stat!" Without warning, Heather wraps her arms around Naya's thighs and lifts her over her shoulder. "To the operating table!"
"Heather!" Naya shrieks. "Oh my god, oh my god!" she yells, while grabbing clumsily at Heather's shirt, laughing. The blonde walks them into the living room and plops her friend down on the couch. "I can't breath," Naya gasps, trying to control her laughter.
Heather lifts Naya's legs to make room for herself before letting them fall back on her lap. She smiles down at her, grinning at the current state she's in; hair falling out of her loose bun and both hands pressed against her warm cheeks. "Your finger feels better though, doesn't it?"
"It does. Thank you, kind doctor." She says, still slightly out of breath. "You're gonna make a really good mom some day, Hemo."
"Thanks."
Naya pauses. "I sometimes forget how strong you are."
"I'm a dancer, baby. All muscle," she quips, while flexing what is admittedly a very impressive bicep.
"Damn, my hero. I will never let myself doubt your strength again."
Heather plays bashful and grabs the blanket to put over the both of them. "Ok, movie time."