TITLE: Come and Take Your Time and Dance With Me
SUMMARY: What if, after a co-star's suggestion, Lea moves in with Dianna and there's a whole bunch of awkwardness and some more stuff happens?
NOTES: People asked for a sequel to Put Another Dime… so here it is. Much more plot than porn but that's kinda how I like it.

xxxxx

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

Lea looks down at her script and takes a deep breath before looking up once more, just to check that she isn't seeing things.

Nope, still her.

Of all the women in all of the bars in Los Angeles, she had to hit on one of her new co-stars. She wants to laugh at the irony of it. Or cry. Or both. But there's also a part of her that wants to lunge across the table and pick up where they had left off two nights ago.

Instead, she settles for focusing her gaze anywhere but directly in front of her and starts to doodle on the corner of her script, pretending to listen to her new director. They start the read-through and Lea is glad to have something to completely distract her.

When they break for lunch, she makes a beeline for Jenna, all but dragging her from the room.

"Are you okay?" her friend asks, barely having time to grab her purse as they leave.

"Fine," Lea trills. "I saw a sushi place down the block on our way in. Can we get sushi?"

"Sure," Jenna nods quickly.

"I'm up for sushi!" a few more voices chime in and soon everyone is following after Lea and Jenna.

"What's wrong?" Jenna asks urgently, feeling Lea's hand tighten on her arm as they walk quickly towards the restaurant.

"Nothing!" Lea says, too loudly and far too enthusiastically.

Her friend gives her a worried look but says nothing further. The restaurant has a few tables left when they arrive and they find themselves separated between two tables. Thankfully, the blonde woman goes to sit with some of the others and Lea feels herself relax a little. She tells herself that if she can get through today, then things will be fine. Maybe she's overreacting.

Feeling as though she's being watched, she glances around the restaurant and promptly locks onto the hazel eyes of the blonde. Lea holds her gaze for a few seconds before turning back to the rest of the castmates seated at her table.

Oh shit.

xxxxx

Dianna is drying her hands when a stall door opens and one of her colleagues walks towards the sinks. They share a smile.

"We haven't had a chance to talk yet," the shorter woman says. "I'm Jenna."

"Dianna," Dianna waits for the other woman to finish drying her hands before extending hers. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Jenna replies. "You should come sit with us… we kind of left you with all the boys out there."

"It's okay," Dianna says with a quick shrug. "They're nice guys."

"Yeah," Jenna agrees, nodding. "I was going to suggest that we all go out for dinner after we finish today. Maybe two meals together will be too much though?" She makes a face. "I don't know. I just have a good feeling about this show and everyone seems really nice… I'm talking way too much."

Dianna starts to giggle before placing a hand on the other woman's shoulder and guiding her out of the bathroom.

"I'm busy this evening," she says apologetically. "I have a couple of people coming to see my spare room."

"You have a spare room?" Jenna asks excitedly, leading Dianna over to the table where the rest of the girls are sitting, bar Lea who has gravitated over to the boy's table.

"Yeah," Dianna says, taking Lea's seat and glancing over at the table she'd eaten at. "I was sharing with one of my friends but she moved in with her boyfriend a month ago. I thought I'd like having the place to myself but I guess I like knowing that someone else will be keeping an eye on the place while I'm working."

"What about Lea?" Jenna asks.

"What about me?" Lea appears at the table again, smiling at her friend.

"I've found the solution to your couch-surfing problem," Jenna says triumphantly.

"It's only a problem because I'm on your couch," Lea says, sticking her tongue out. Dianna feels her mouth run a little dry and looks away for a moment to collect her thoughts. "I'm not sure if it's a good idea. I mean, we'd be working together and living together…"

"I think you should check it out," Jenna says earnestly. "Di, you don't mind, right?"

"No," Dianna cringes at how strangled her voice sounds and clears her throat. "You should come around eight." Lea's eyebrow rises slightly. "To the apartment," Dianna adds hastily. "To see the room."

"Excellent," Jenna says. "We should get back."

Dianna finds herself walking with Jenna and, by default, Lea on the way back to the studios and finds out that they'd been on Broadway together, that Jenna had moved to Los Angeles around six months beforehand and that Lea has viewed eighteen apartments since moving to the city but can't find one that's just right.

"You might be lucky nineteen," Jenna says, nudging Dianna's arm.

"Yeah," Dianna nods, risking a glance at Lea. Lea is staring determinedly at the sidewalk. "Maybe."

xxxxx

Bad, bad, bad idea.

But yet, Lea finds herself writing down Dianna's address and phone number and promising that she'll be there at eight.

"Are you annoyed about the apartment thing?" Jenna asks as she drives back to her place.

"No!" Lea says far too quickly. "I just think it might be awkward if things don't work out. She might be horrible to live with."

In her gorgeous apartment with the coffee maker and the huge black couch and the ridiculously comfortable bed.

"In which case you can find somewhere else," Jenna says. "At least you wouldn't have to sleep on a couch."

"You just want rid of me, don't you?" Lea says, mock-pouting.

"Yup," Jenna laughs, turning the conversation towards the cast dinner she's organising for Friday night. Lea zones out as her friend babbles on, trying to figure out how to handle the situation with Dianna. Should she bring up what happened? Should she wait for Dianna to bring it up? Is she completely out of her mind for going over there? They can't actually live together, can they?

Or can they?

xxxxx

Dianna is pacing the floor of her lounge, wineglass in hand, as she tries to talk some sense into herself. She's already seen the two other people who had been interested in the room and now there's only Lea.

Lea.

The name suits the shorter woman. Not that Dianna has spent any significant amount of time thinking about her name. Or anything else about her. She especially hasn't been thinking about the possibility of them utilising the shower or the kitchen counter instead of her bed.

"What is wrong with you?" she says out loud, startling herself.

Thankfully the buzzer sounds and she lets Lea into the building before nervously checking her reflection in the mirror. She's fussing with her hair when Lea's knock sounds on the door. Taking a deep breath, she reaches for the lock and pulls the door open, cursing herself for the butterflies that spring up in her stomach.

They exchange no words, just a brief smile, as Lea walks inside, toying nervously with the cuff of her jacket. She heads straight for the lounge and turns to face Dianna who is meandering after her, trying to figure out what to say. They look at each other again, sharing another quick, nervous smile before glancing away. Dianna lets her gaze fall on the couch, trying to find any words to fill the silent void between them. Anything. Mundane pleasantries about the weather, something about the apartment, how she can't stop thinking about Lea's mouth between her legs.

No, not that.

"So, do you…"

"This place is…"

Both women start to speak at the same time before breaking off and gesturing for the other to continue.

"Sorry, you go," Lea says.

"No, what were you saying?"

"I insist," Lea replies.

"I insist harder," Dianna says, her face falling into a grin. Lea rolls her eyes and folds her arms across her chest, turning her attention to the hardwood floors. She taps her toe a couple of times.

"It's real wood," Dianna points out unnecessarily.

Lea nods and taps her toe once more, as if to check.

"Sounds pretty solid," she says.

Another minute of solid silence follows before both women open their mouths to speak.

"It's a nice…"

"Do you want to…"

"Stop it!" they cry in unison. "No, you stop it."

"God, you're infuriating," Dianna says, shaking her head. "Do you want to see the room?"

"Yes," Lea says decisively, following Dianna back down the hall to the only room in the apartment that she hasn't seen. It's smaller than Dianna's but not by much and there's closet space and a bed. Lea quickly weighs up the pros and cons; the only con being that she's slept with her landlady. She asks about rent and the bills. Dianna answers her without looking at her. "If I move in, you're going to have to start looking at me sometime."

"I know," Dianna says, risking a glance at the other woman. More butterflies. "Okay, here's the thing. I don't want some random person from Craigslist sharing my apartment. You need to get off Jenna's couch. How about we try this for a month and if it doesn't work out, then you can find somewhere else?"

Lea considers this, glancing around the room once more.

"Are you sure? Because this apartment is fifty times nicer than all of the others I've seen," she says, chewing her bottom lip in contemplation. Dianna feels her insides twist as she imagines those teeth scraping over her skin and wonders why the hell she's pushing for Lea to move in. It's going to be torture.

"I'm sure."

"When can I move in?"

xxxxx

Exhaling slowly, Lea moves into the final position of her yoga routine. She feels calm and empowered and…

The sound of the knock on her bedroom door causes her to tumble to the floor.

"Come in," she grumbles, straightening herself out as Dianna opens the door.

"Oh!" the blonde exclaims, blushing furiously as she's greeted by Lea's ass. "Sorry, I didn't realise you were… I'll come back…" she starts to back out of the room.

"I'm done!" Lea calls, reaching for the handle to pull the door open again. When it swings back towards her, she's a little startled. When it hits her in the face, she's completely unprepared. "Ow… ow!"

"Shit, I'm sorry!"

Dianna crowds around her, trying to inspect the damage she's just inflicted on the shorter woman.

"Let me see," Dianna says, prying Lea's hands away from her nose. "Lea, let me look at your nose."

"Now you want to look at me," Lea grumbles, moving her hands away. Dianna ignores her comment and tilts her head back a little.

"Doesn't look broken," she says softly. "I'll get some ice just in case it swells."

Neither woman moves though. If anything, Lea's head is inching towards the blonde's and she's trying desperately not to wrap her arms around Dianna's waist and pull her closer.

During the week that she's lived with Dianna, this is the closest Lea has been to the blonde. When they watch TV together, they do so from opposite ends of the gigantic black couch. When they cook (or order takeout), they never come close to crossing any personal boundaries.

"What did you want?" Lea asks, unable to draw her gaze away from the hazel eyes boring into hers.

"Hmm?" Dianna murmurs in response, tongue running over her bottom lip in deep thought. "Oh, just wondered if you needed anything from the store."

"I'm good," Lea replies before stepping backwards. "Thanks."

"I'll get that ice," Dianna says and disappears from the room. Lea follows after her, touching her nose gingerly. She watches as Dianna wraps a small ice pack in a cloth and braces herself for the pressure that never comes. She cracks an eye open to find the blonde gazing at her in amusement. "It isn't going to hurt. It's just ice."

You could always kiss it better.

Lea allows the ice to be pressed to the bridge of her nose and leans back against the counter, trying not to picture Dianna kissing it better.

She's spent far too much time trying not to imagine Dianna in a variety of scenarios since their encounter at the club nearly two weeks ago; though it really doesn't help when she catches Dianna coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel so short she might as well be naked. She's almost sure that the blonde waits for the sound of Lea's bedroom door before making her exit, walking quickly across the hall to her own bedroom with a bashful smile on her face.

"How does that feel?"

Dianna's voice is hazy in her ear.

"Good," Lea husks before clearing her throat and opening her eyes. "Better, I mean."

"It doesn't look swollen," Dianna says, tilting her head to the side as she observes Lea. "Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"If you wait twenty minutes, I'll come with you?" Lea asks. "That's the sort of thing roommates do, right?"

"Right," Dianna replies with a small smile. "I can wait."

xxxxx

"These!" Lea announces, launching a packet of cookies into the cart. "Word to the wise: they're my favourite."

"Then I'll have to buy them as an 'I'm sorry I smacked your face with the door' gift," Dianna replies, reaching for a bag of flour and placing it delicately in the cart. Lea chuckles and fetches another packet of cookies.

"Are you baking something?" Lea asks, surveying the contents of the cart.

"A cake for my friend's birthday," Dianna says with a nod. "She loves chocolate cake."

"We should make cupcakes," Lea muses.

"We should," Dianna agrees, picking up a couple of bags of sugar. "Most of the ingredients are the same anyway."

"Imagine if you put cupcakes on top of a regular cake," Lea says, somewhat excitedly as though she's just hit on an excellent idea. "It would be like a Super-Cake!"

Dianna regards her roommate with amusement.

"That's ridiculous," she says with a soft chuckle, wondering if this woman can get anymore adorable. Lea's expression grows serious.

"It would only be ridiculous if we put candles on top," she says before bursting out laughing, alarming an elderly lady who is passing by the pair. Lea blushes, trying to quieten her laugh which only makes her laugh harder.

"Maybe we should avoid giving you sugar," Dianna says with a wink, continuing down the aisle. Lea huffs and walks quickly to catch up with Dianna, adding cupcake cases to the cart. "What do you want for dinner tonight?"

"Apart from a cupcake cake?" Lea asks.

"Apart from a cupcake cake," Dianna confirms.

"I'll make something," Lea says airily. "You cooked yesterday. It's my turn."

Lea runs off to pick up some things that they've already passed, leaving Dianna to finish up the rest of her shopping. As she waits for the cashier to ring everything through, her mind starts to wander (which it's started to do increasingly often) back to an hour ago when she'd walked in on Lea's yoga routine. She's weighing up which outfit she likes more – the one from the club or the skin-tight lycra – when her roommate taps her shoulder causing her to jump.

"Where were you?" Lea asks, raising an eyebrow as she empties the basket of food she's just picked up. "You were off in a daydream."

"Sorry, just drifted away."

"It looked as though you were in a nice place," Lea says, squeezing past Dianna to start putting her groceries into bags. Dianna nods, trying not to stare at Lea.

"It was."

xxxxx

Lea watches Dianna slide the cake tin into the oven and holds up the cupcake recipe she's found in one of the blonde's cookbooks.

"You promised," she says with a mini-pout.

"I'm pretty sure I didn't," Dianna replies with a smirk. Lea starts to protest before Dianna rolls her eyes and relents.

Lea grins and gets the ingredients ready for the cupcakes. She leaves Dianna to whisk up the mixture and instead busies herself with the other woman's phone, scrolling through all the songs she has. She's a little surprised by how few of them she recognises but carries on regardless. When she checks out Dianna's 'Recently Purchased' playlist, her eyes light up and she fixes the phone back in its dock before hitting play.

At the sound of the first chord, Dianna jerks to attention, spinning around to look at Lea, a blush rising steadily up from her chest.

"Interesting choice," Lea says, leaning back against the counter with a smug expression on her face.

"I like the song, okay?" Dianna says defensively. "Well, not the Britney version."

"But you only decided to buy this song recently. That would suggest sometime within the past couple of weeks," Lea muses. "And who do we know that recently performed this song at a club?"

"Hmm, no idea what you're talking about," Dianna replies, setting the bowl back on the worktop and leaning against the counter across from Lea.

"I think you do," Lea answers, walking across the kitchen and right into Dianna's personal space. She watches as the blonde's gaze flutters before settling back on her and notices that the taller woman's eyes have started darkening. Lea wonders how far she can push this before she breaks Dianna. They've been dancing around one another since she'd moved in and she's tired of not speaking about what happened. And anxious to find out if it's going to happen again. "Maybe I should remind you."

"Maybe," Dianna whispers. Lea's lips are millimetres from the blonde's when they're interrupted by a ringing phone.

"Are you kidding me?" Lea asks in exasperation, digging into the pocket of her jeans to retrieve her phone. "It's my mom. Great timing. I'll be right back, okay?"

"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere," Dianna replies a little shakily. Lea smiles and backs out of the room, pressing the phone to her ear as she goes.

xxxxx

Trying to figure out what had just happened, Dianna goes back to the mixture, whisking it again to get any remaining lumps out. She shivers when she imagines Lea's lips pressing against her own, hips pushing her back into the counter, hands pulling off her clothes.

Stop it.

By the time Lea returns, Dianna has scooped the mixture into the cases and is shoving them into the oven above the cake.

"Okay, now I feel bad," Lea says. "You've done all the work."

"That means you get to clean up," Dianna says, turning to give her a smile. Lea makes a face before glancing at the worktops.

"At least it isn't too messy," Lea says.

"Not yet," Dianna replies, reaching into the bag of flour and tossing some at the brunette. It explodes across her shirt and jeans. Lea's mouth falls open in shock as she looks down. Dianna starts to chuckle until Lea picks up the spatula she's going to use to ice the cake and dips it into the icing. "No, no, no…" Dianna cries, trying to duck behind the breakfast bar but Lea's aim is faultless and the icing spatters across Dianna's cheek. She wipes it off with the back of her hand and drops to the floor, crawling around the end of the breakfast bar to open one of the cupboards. Cereal. She pulls out two boxes and grabs a handful of Fruit Loops, leftover from her previous roommate, and another of muesli.

"You can't hide down there forever," Lea taunts, causing Dianna to leap to her feet. She throws the muesli first before unleashing the Fruit Loops. Lea responds with a counter-attack of more flour and icing.

"Don't waste all the icing!" Dianna calls, wiping more of it from her face.

"I'll make more," Lea responds. Dianna can hear the brunette rummaging in cupboards before opening the fridge. She makes a noise of victory before slamming the door shut. Dianna wracks her brain, trying to remember what she has in the fridge that Lea could be contemplating throwing at her. She launches a blind attack of Fruit Loops, hearing Lea laugh as they miss their mark. "Just surrender, Di."

Dianna tries another cupboard, frowning when she finds a can of Cheese Whiz.

"Did you buy Cheese Whiz?" she asks incredulously.

"No?" Lea lies. "Okay, maybe. I miss cheese sometimes."

"This isn't even cheese, Lea," Dianna replies, about to get to her feet when she remembers there's a war happening. She uncaps the can and shakes it a few times, making a face of disgust. This time, when she springs to her feet, she hits her mark, spraying Lea's face with the processed cheese. Lea stumbles slightly causing her jello offensive to miss Dianna completely. It hits the cupboard door to the left of the blonde's head with a loud splat.

Lea holds up her hands in surrender.

"I give," she calls, bursting into giggles. Dianna grins in response and grabs a roll of paper towels, handing a few to Lea so she can wipe her face.

"Are you sure?" Dianna hesitates, ready to empty the rest of the flour over Lea.

"Yeah," Lea replies, wetting a paper towel and bringing it up to Dianna's cheek to wipe away the icing. "I surrender." The brunette falls silent as she finishes cleaning up Dianna's face.

"What are you thinking about?" Dianna asks, her gaze locking onto Lea's. She feels a shiver run down her spine as the brunette's fingertips brush against her cheek.

"The almost-kiss," Lea replies.

"The almost-kiss that would have been an actual-kiss if your mom hadn't phoned," Dianna says with a nervous smile. "The almost-kiss that's never going to happen while you still smell like Cheese Whiz." Lea makes a face and tries to turn away but Dianna cups her chin and tilts her head back slightly. "Go take a shower. I'll clean up in here."

xxxxx

This is it.

Lea gives herself one last look in the mirror before she heads back out to the kitchen. Dianna has cleaned up their mess and changed out of her flour-covered clothes. The music playing from the blonde's phone is much calmer than the Joan Jett album that had accompanied their food fight and Dianna is humming along softly as she ices the cake. The cupcakes are sitting on a wire rack on the breakfast bar, ready to be iced and eaten.

Lea smiles at the scene, feeling her insides twist as something more than lust settles over her body. Dianna finishes icing the cake and tosses the spatula into the sink, turning to face Lea.

"How long are you going to watch me for?" she asks with a smile. Lea walks into the room and straight to the blonde, taking a deep breath. She bunches her hands in the vest Dianna's put on, pulling her close. "Wait."

Lea opens her mouth in exasperation.

"I need some sort of reassurance that you're not going to run out the door…" Dianna says, a blush colouring her cheeks.

"I'm not going anywhere," Lea murmurs, pressing her lips to the blonde's before she can interrupt again. She feels the blonde's body melt against hers and guides them backwards into the counter. "I've wanted to do that since I moved in," Lea says when she pulls back slightly.

"A whole week ago," Dianna muses, running her hands beneath Lea's t-shirt and bringing it up over her head. "Do you even own a bra?"

"I toyed with the idea of coming back to the kitchen naked," Lea says, pausing to pull off Dianna's vest, "But I didn't want to be presumptuous."

"Presumptuous is fine," Dianna says, pulling Lea in for another kiss. "If anything you should be more presumptuous in the future."

"Noted," Lea laughs, a hand running up Dianna's back and tangling in the long, blonde hair. Their bodies press together as the kiss intensifies quickly and when Dianna pulls away, she takes a shaky breath. "Are you okay?" Lea asks, concern falling over her face.

"Yes," Dianna says, running her tongue over her bottom lip. "You're just really, really good at that."

Lea rolls her eyes.

"You're good at other things too, if my memory serves me right," the blonde whispers.

xxxxx

Dianna moans, arching upwards as Lea's tongue lazily paints another broad stroke across her nipple. The brunette glances up, grinning devilishly as she wraps her lips around the straining bud, sucking gently. Dianna wants to ask for more, she's ready for more, but Lea is intent on taking everything slow, finding the places on Dianna's body that make her moan and squirm and sigh happily.

They'd tumbled onto Dianna's bed a while ago, somehow losing the rest of their clothes along the way and Lea had taken the lead, rolling Dianna onto her back and pinning her to the mattress.

Dianna's almost-closed eyes shoot open when she feels Lea's hand between her thighs.

"You looked like you were falling asleep on me there," Lea says, kissing Dianna's collarbone and neck as she slides higher. "Am I boring you, Dianna?"

Dianna shivers as Lea's voice drops and a single fingertip circles her clit. She's never imagined that her name can sound that sexy coming from someone's lips. She remembers to shake her head before Lea starts to move her hand away.

"No," she whimpers, lifting her head to press her lips to the brunette's.

"It definitely doesn't feel like I'm boring you," Lea says, two fingers trailing excruciatingly slowly through Dianna's folds. She gives the taller woman a smirk before bringing her hand up to her mouth and tasting the tip of her index finger.

"God," Dianna whispers, watching Lea suck one finger then the other completely clean.

Her hand returns to the blonde's parted thighs as Dianna's nails rake upwards from the base of Lea's spine. Dianna listens to Lea hiss and feels the brunette grinds her hips downwards.

"Please."

xxxxx

Lea watches Dianna's eyes roll backwards as she slides inside the blonde, feeling muscles clenching around her as she pushes as deep as possible. Dianna's hips rise to meet every thrust, moans falling from her lips until Lea silences her with a kiss.

"You feel amazing," she whispers before capturing the blonde's lips once again.

When Dianna's hand slips between their bodies and comes to rest between Lea's legs, the shorter woman pulls away once more. She bites on her bottom lip as Dianna's fingers tease her clit before releasing a moan.

"Fuck," Lea exhales, thrusting harder inside Dianna. "What are you doing to me?"

"I'm going to do exactly what you're doing to me," Dianna replies, fingers sliding inside the brunette. Lea grinds her hips downwards against Dianna's and loses all sense of rhythm. "If that's okay."

"It's okay," Lea replies at once, eyes closing as she feels Dianna's fingers curl ever so slightly inside her. "It's more than okay."

Just like their first time together, they find their rhythm naturally and to both women, it feels as though someone choreographed this a long time ago. Lea almost cringes when the thought drops into her head.

It's like we were made for each other.

At Dianna's insistence, they start to move faster, hips meeting every time as Lea's body grinds down and the blonde's arches up. When a smile passes over Dianna's lips, Lea frowns.

"What?" she gasps as Dianna's fingers curl again.

"Nothing," the blonde replies, slipping her other hand between Lea's legs.

xxxxx

When she presses her fingers to Lea's clit, Dianna swears she hears the brunette growl before insistent fingers slide against her own throbbing bundle of nerves.

"Tell me," Lea pants, mouth latching onto the Dianna's neck. She nips gently as her fingers begin to work in circles. Dianna moans, sliding her fingers out of the brunette and bringing her hand around to cup Lea's ass.

"Later," promises Dianna. "I need to…"

The rest of her sentence becomes a moan as Lea's fingers push harder against her, moving faster and faster.

"Come with me," Lea commands. "Come for me, Dianna."

It's what she needs to bring her over the edge: Lea moaning her name. All rhythm lost, their hips crash together as their hands tangle up and with a guttural moan, Lea shudders above her, whimpering and moaning as her body tenses almost painfully. Rapid breaths escape from Lea's mouth as her body begins to relax and she nuzzles into the blonde's neck.

"Wow," is her murmured whisper.

Dianna chuckles and runs her hands up the brunette's back.

"You said that the last time," she says.

"Well, I meant it," Lea rolls her eyes and grins. "Wow."

Though she looks incredibly reluctant to do so, Lea pushes herself off Dianna's body and collapses on the bed next to her. Dianna offers her a lazy smile before rolling onto her side and reaching over to spread her fingers across the brunette's abdomen.

"Tell me now?"

xxxxx

Lea turns her head to gaze at the dishevelled blonde. She watches Dianna falter and chew over her words before she opens her mouth to speak.

"This is going to sound unbelievably corny," she begins. "And definitely not my idea of normal post-sex conversation…"

"Di," Lea pleads. "Shut up and tell me."

"I can't shut up and tell you," Dianna says with an infuriating grin.

"Fine," Lea huffs and turns away, moving to get off the bed.

"Lea, wait," Dianna says quickly, grabbing Lea's hand and pulling her back onto the bed. "This random thought crossed my mind and it made me smile. The first time this happened, I kept thinking that maybe this could be something more, you and me, because of how ridiculously perfect it was, like we were somehow made for each other."

Lea considers this, feeling her heart thump a little irregularly as the blonde recalls, practically word for word, the thought that had dropped into her head.

"Does that sound stupid?" Dianna asks, her forehead crumpled in concern as Lea links her fingers with the blonde's.

"Of course not," Lea says, staring at their joined hands before jerking her gaze up to Dianna's eyes. "I'm sorry I left that morning."

"I'm sorry that I didn't stop you," Dianna says, sticking out her tongue before sighing heavily. "So, what are we going to do?"

Silence falls over the pair as they try to figure out their next move.

"Ice some cupcakes?" Lea suggests, causing Dianna to chuckle and lean forward to kiss Lea's cheek.

"Not what I meant, Lea," she murmurs, lips meeting the other woman's in a languid kiss.

"I know what you mean," Lea replies, squeezing Dianna's hand in her own. "I get the feeling that I'm going to find it pretty much impossible to keep my hands off you."

"Which probably won't thrill our new bosses," Dianna grimaces before Lea kisses the frown away, teeth tugging gently on the blonde's lip.

"I have an idea."

xxxxx

Jenna is running lines with Kevin when her former Broadway co-star approaches and asks to speak to her. She frowns at how serious Lea sounds and excuses herself, following Lea across the set where Dianna joins them almost immediately.

"What's up, guys?" Jenna asks, glancing between the pair. "Is everything okay? Are you two getting on okay in the apartment?"

"You could say that," Lea says, glancing around before sliding her hand into Dianna's. She watches for Jenna's reaction which is slightly delayed. Her jaw drops and she glances back and forth between Lea and Dianna until the taller of the pair starts to chuckle.

"I think we broke her," she says, snapping Jenna out of her trance.

"No," Jenna insists. "Not broken. Just a little… surprised. I mean, I knew you were getting close. I just didn't realise that you were this close. No-one else knows, do they?"

Both women shake their heads before Lea moves a little closer, lowering her voice.

"With that in mind, we need to ask a favour."