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Lea snuggled under the warm blanket next to Jonathan as they watched one of their favorite post-Christmas/New Year movies, 'It's a Wonderful Life'. An annual tradition saw them curled up under a blanket on the couch with plain popcorn and a box of tissues. "Why are we watching this again?" Lea asked as she did every year tucking her head into the crook of Jon's neck.
"Because you love this movie and always cry like a baby at the end. And it's tradition," Jon replied, lifting his right arm up and over to rest along Lea's shoulders, pulling her into his side.
Lea sighed at his spot-on reasoning. "I hate how well you know me," she grumbled as he laughed in reply. She watched the characters on screen for a few seconds before letting her mind wander. The last few weeks had been tense at home and on the set. Since the confrontation in the kitchen, Lea had done as Dianna had asked and 'dropped it'. Their friendship remained intact. They still baked each other cupcakes when Quinn and Rachel fought, they still shopped at Whole Foods together and they still curled up on the couch to watch 'American Idol' on Thursday nights.
She felt Jon settle a bit further into the couch and pull her closer. "I know you so well that I can't believe you've lasted the two days you've been back without telling me what's been bothering you," he said looking down at the top of Lea's head with both eyebrows raised.
Lea shifted slightly and turned her head to look up at Jon. She sighed before letting her head drop back down to his chest. "Something happened," she mumbled.
Jon let out a short laugh. "That much I gathered," he said with a lilt, hoping to encourage her to open up a bit more. He waited a few seconds, his fingers playing with a few strands of her hair just waiting her out. They'd spent so many years together now that he knew how to read her like a book and knew how to handle her, too. He suddenly frowned. "Something good? Or something bad?" He asked carefully, his arm pulling her slightly tighter against his side.
"Something good. At least, for me. I think," Lea quickly rushed to reply. She sat for another minute in silence, waiting to see what Jon might say or do. Lea sighed when she realized he was doing what he did best – waiting for her to come clean. She rolled her eyes and pushed against Jon's chest until she sat up on her knees next to him. She brushed a few loose strands of hair back from her face and buried her hands in her lap. "Don't laugh, okay?" she asked with a pointed look. She nervously pulled down the sleeves of her sweater to cover her hands.
Jon reached over and placed his hand on her knee, his thumb rubbing against her sweatpants. "Come on, Lea. It's me," he replied with a comforting smile. He raised both eyebrows hoping to encourage her to open up.
Lea took a deep breath before letting it out in a rush. "The night I moved in with Di, there was a spider and I flipped out, as you can imagine," She began. "The next thing I know Dianna has me pinned to the floor, on my back." Lea saw Jon raise an eyebrow. She felt the blush creeping up her neck as she remembered what it felt like to be trapped under Dianna's body. "It was," she said before clearing her throat. "I really liked it," she said in a hurry. "Anyway," she interrupted when she saw Jonathan open his mouth to interrupt. "I confronted her about it a few nights later, because I am certain she felt something too. At first I thought she lied about the missionary position being her favorite sex position, and she pinned me against the kitchen counter and slid her thigh between my legs." Lea tried not to react to that particular memory, but she couldn't help biting her bottom lip. "Now she wants to forget anything even happened. And I don't want to forget."
Jon sat in silence for a torturously long minute. "Pinned you?" he asked searching for further clarification. He wanted to make sure he understood all the facts.
"Pinned me," Lea replied emphatically. "She held my wrists down while she pinned me to the floor with the rest of her body. It was..." Lea let the thought trail off as she rubbed at the back of her neck. She swallowed loudly.
Jon looked on confused for a second. "I thought you said you thought she was straight."
Lea lifted her arms and let them drop to the tops of her thighs in frustration. "That's what you choose to focus on?" She hit him across the arm when he began to laugh at her.
He held his hands up in surrender as he leaned away from her. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he called out holding his forearms up in front of his body to try and protect himself from her slapping hands.
Lea pushed his shoulder with a little force. "Help me," she pleaded.
"Alright, alright," he began as he turned his body to face hers, bringing his right knee up on the couch and tucking his foot behind his left leg. "What do you need help with?"
Lea cocked her head to the side and stared at him with a pointed look. "I don't know what to do, now. I've been trying to ignore what happened, but I really don't want to."
Jon reached forward and placed his hand on Lea's forearm. "So, you like to be held down while having sex. There's nothing to be ashamed of." When Lea crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows at him, he shook his head slightly and leaned forward. "Did she say why she wanted you to forget it happened?"
Lea shook her head. "No. She seemed upset about me cornering her about it, but as soon as she had the tables turned and her thigh between my legs," she replied as she tried to control the reaction she had to the way Dianna's thigh felt pressed between her legs. She could feel the heat associated with the memory creeping up the side of her neck so she closed her eyes and ducked her head.
"And you want her to pi-"
Lea groaned as the message tone of her phone interrupted what Jon was saying. "Do I want her to pin me down, again?" she asked as she twisted her body around to reach for her phone resting on the small pile of magazines on the side table.
Jon grinned. "So, do you?"
Lea pressed the menu button on her iPhone and saw the message was from none other than their topic of conversation. "Um," Lea replied distractedly as she slid her thumb across her screen and the full message was displayed. She looked back up at Jon before reading the message. "I, well, I'm certainly not opposed to it."
Jon grinned as he shook his head. "Then, just talk to her about it. Don't accuse her of anything, just talk to her." He watched her lift her phone back up and press her thumb to the screen to lighten it. "You're good at talking," he added with a smirk before nodding his head in the direction of her phone. "Who is it?"
'Hey! Just wanted to check in and wondering if you're having a good time. :)'
Lea glanced up at Jon. "Di," she answered as she pressed on the screen bringing the keypad up. She dropped her hand holding the phone to her lap. "She's just checking in."
"If she was into it, I mean," Jon began, his brow furrowed as he began to think aloud. "If she wanted to pin you down again, she's already done it twice now, but if that's what she's in to - even just a little bit, then I wouldn't be surprised if she was just scared," he finished with a shrug of his shoulder. "Flirt with her."
Lea's eyes widened. "Flirt with her? What is that going to achieve?" she asked as she began to type back her reply.
'Jon and I are having our yearly tradition of popcorn and a Christmas movie. We're having a great time! Thanks! :)'
She went to hit the send button when suddenly Jon's hand had grabbed the phone, he held it out of reach and began typing with his left hand as he held Lea back with his right. She tried to reach forward on the couch trying to reach over Jon for her phone. He held it out to the side as his thumb hit the send button. "What did you do?" Lea exclaimed finally getting hold of the phone just in time to hear the 'message sent' tone.
Jon grinned, proud of himself as he watched Lea read the screen.
'Jon and I are having our yearly tradition of popcorn and a Christmas movie. We're having a great time! Thanks! :) I miss you. xx'
"I can't believe you did that!" Lea said glancing up at Jon before looking back down at the screen of her phone wishing she could somehow go back in time just five minutes. She smacked Jon's arm to take out her frustrations on him. She stared back down at the screen and almost dropped it when her phone vibrated in her hands, a new message received. There were a few seconds of silence and then, "Oh."
"What did she say?" Jon asked, moving closer to Lea and looking down at the screen. He quickly read the message upside down with a grin.
'I miss you, too. The apartment is too lonely without you.'
"There you go. An opening," he encouraged with a pat on her shoulder and a grin.
Lea rolled her eyes and turned toward the television and settled against his side again. On the screen, Mary and Frank shared the telephone as Sam tried to convince Frank to take the job offer. Lea stared down at her phone before deciding to reply.
'It's probably too quiet now that I'm not there to sing at the top of my lungs. You're sweet though. ;)'
"Nice touch with the wink at the end," Jon commented before groaning when Lea's elbow met his ribs. She frowned at him before settling back down, her phone firmly held in her right hand.
Jon felt the vibration of her phone against his leg and couldn't help the small smile that curved his lips. For the rest of the evening, and Jon was sure it lasted well into the next morning, messages continued to be exchanged. And every time a new text came through, Lea's spine would straighten and she'd grin down at her phone. Lea was definitely smitten.
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"Di?" Lea called out as she pushed open the front door, jiggled her key out of the lock and carried her carry-on luggage and laptop into the apartment with her. "Dianna?" she called out a second time as she kicked the door closed behind her. The door slammed with a bang and the one of the frames on the wall rattled from the vibrations. Lea muttered a low "shit" under her breath as she began to shuffle her way inside.
"In here!" Dianna replied with a shout as her head appeared from around the corner of the kitchen. "Stay there!" She ordered with a nod of her head before her floating head disappeared.
Lea shook her head with a smile and carried her things to the living room. She dumped them unceremoniously onto the couch. "What are you doing?" she asked sliding out of her coat. She'd needed the added heat in New York, but she certainly didn't need it in LA. She carefully laid her coat over her bag and the arm of the couch before making her way toward the kitchen, adjusting the hem of the top she was wearing. "Did you hear me?" She asked, her voice trailing off as she rounded into the kitchen. Her eyes widened a little and her jaw dropped slightly.
"Ooh! I told you to stay out there," Dianna said with a frown, trying to stand in front of the item on the counter. "You ruined the surprise," she said tilting her head to the left before letting it fall forward. Dianna sighed before lifting her head back up and smiling to show she wasn't completely upset at Lea's propensity to lack patience.
Lea tried to hold back a smile as she folded her arms across her middle. "You baked me a cake?" she asked as she stepped further into the kitchen. She leaned to her right slightly, trying to see past Dianna's body to the newly baked goodness.
"Correction. I baked us a cake," Dianna said holding up a finger as she turned her body toward Lea, revealing the cake to her again. "Low-fat, vegan, coffee cake, actually." Dianna was extremely proud of her achievement. The batter had tasted delicious and when it had been baking in the oven, the apartment had been filled with a coffee aroma that reminded Dianna of Lea for hours.
Lea took a step closer staring down at the cake. "Coffee cake? Wow, what's the special occasion?" she asked as she leaned against the counter and began reaching forward for the knife lying beside the cake. She'd just wrapped her fingers around the metal base of the handle when she felt the sting of Dianna's fingers slapping at the back of her hand. Instinctively, she dropped the knife and pulled her hand back. "Hey!" she exclaimed with a pout.
"Don't 'hey' me," Dianna said rotating the cake and sliding it out of Lea's reach. "That's for later," she finished as she brought her hands up and placed them on Lea's shoulders and began to turn the shorter girl around.
Lea's brow furrowed in confusion as she let Dianna turn her toward the hallway. She felt the hands on her back applying pressure, causing her to take a few steps out of the kitchen. "I don't get it," she said as she held her hands up to her sides, palms facing the ceiling. "You were just about to give it to me anyway."
"And then you ruined the surprise. It's your penance," Dianna replied as she continued to direct Lea away from the kitchen and the cake. She led her back into the living room and to her haphazardly dropped possessions. "Let's get your things into your room and you can tell me how the trip went," Dianna suggested as she reached for Lea's coat and laptop.
"You can be really bossy. Did you know that?" Lea asked with a raised eyebrow and a teasing grin. She reached for the handle on her carry-on suitcase and began to wheel the suitcase down the hall past the kitchen, where she gave the cake a cursory glance and felt a tap against her back as she turned her head to face forward.
"You really think I'm bossy?" Dianna asked, her voice betraying her concern over her personality. She followed Lea into the brunette's room and carefully placed her laptop on the end of the bed before heading toward Lea's wardrobe to hang up her coat.
"That depends," she replied with a teasing smile. "Am I allowed to have cake?" she asked picking up her suitcase and setting it on the bed. She rolled the numbers on her lock into place and slid it out of the zipper holes.
"No," Dianna automatically answered with a grin. "Naughty girls need to be taught a lesson," she continued before blushing profusely when she realized what she'd said. "I mean, oh gosh," she muttered, covering her face with her hands. "I think I might die of embarrassment right now."
Lea started laughing at Dianna's predicament. "Well, well, well," she began, unzipping her suitcase. She couldn't let this opportunity pass her by. "The real Dianna Agron comes out," Lea said unable to contain her grin. She glanced at Dianna as she began taking clothes out of her carry on.
"I'm so embarrassed. I'm red, aren't I?" Dianna asked, taking a seat on the edge of Lea's bed. She turned her head briefly but couldn't meet Lea's gaze. She brought her hands up to her cheeks feeling how warm they were. Lea chuckled for a few seconds as she watched Dianna shake her head slowly from side to side. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?" Dianna finally asked, her tone resigned to her fate, but bearing just a hint of hope.
Lea shook her head. "No way."
"I'm going to disappear now," Dianna said with a smile as she laughed a little at herself.
Lea just continued to grin at her retreating back. When the blonde was finally out of the room she reached for her cell phone and pressed on the messages app. She tapped on Dianna's name and began to type.
'I'm glad I'm home. I really did miss you. :)'
She heard Dianna's message tone sound in the living room. Her heart pounded as she waited to see if Dianna would send a reply. She picked up some of her dirty laundry and began to carry it toward her laundry basket when she heard her phone vibrate on her bed. She looked toward her phone and then her laundry basket before finally deciding the message was more important. She dropped the pile of clothes on the bed before picking up her phone and turning to sit on the edge.
'I really missed you, too.'
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Lea had been back from her trip for almost two weeks and the only difference beginning to show, was Dianna's overly cautious nature when around Lea. Dianna grew increasingly careful of the things she'd say, of the way she moved around the apartment and Lea had even noticed Dianna shifting slightly away from her when they shared the couch after dinner some nights. She loathed the fact that although their friendship was continuing to flourish, Dianna seemed to be imposing unnecessary roadblocks, ensuring the two girls wouldn't get too close.
Shooting for the show had began to pick up speed and all the actors found themselves extremely busy shuffling from one set to the next, then to the studio and over to the tin shed and back again. Although they were each working on different schedules, they managed to find time together between takes or after work to grab a bite to eat, even if it were only in small groups.
It was during an impromptu dinner a group of them took after they'd wrapped up filming for 'Preggers', that Lea decided she'd had enough. That night, they'd sat next to each other at the sushi restaurant, chimed their glasses together in a toast, but almost immediately after Lea had laid her hand over Dianna's as she retold a story, Dianna suddenly found a piece of fluff on her shirt she had to get rid of. Lea had glanced in her direction briefly, but made an effort not to bring attention to Dianna's actions. Lea was angry and frustrated that Dianna would take an innocent act and somehow turn it into something forbidden – something wrong. She resolved to talk about it with Dianna.
An opportunity arose on the Wednesday night before Valentine's Day weekend. It was early, but it had been a tiring day on set and neither of them had an early start on Thursday morning, and so they both found themselves lying comfortably at opposite ends of the couch covered with blankets watching American Idol. The Top 36 contestants were to be announced this episode and Lea was already rooting for Adam.
Lea yawned as she began to stretch out on the long, large couch. She pulled the blanket up close to her shoulders and began to lie down, her legs stretched out in front of Dianna. She shifted slightly on the couch, moving her body back a bit to rest against the back of the couch. She barely registered her foot nudging Dianna's leg before she finally settled on her position.
She hadn't realized she'd left her foot resting against Dianna's leg until she felt Dianna begin to shift and move her legs up under herself. Lea glanced away from the television screen and over to Dianna, her brow furrowed in confusion. When she took note of Dianna's new position she rolled her eyes and sat up. "Ok, that's it. I've had enough," Lea abruptly announced. She flipped the blanket out of the way and sat up to cross her legs. She crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow in Dianna's direction.
Dianna looked at her confused. "What's wrong?" she asked her brow furrowing deeper as she turned slightly toward Lea. She smoothed the blanket over her lap and settled into her couch cushion. "Are you alright?" she asked with genuine concern.
"No!" Lea exclaimed. "I'm not alright. I don't know what I've done," she replied in exasperation. She threw her hands up in the air before letting them drop to slap her crossed legs. "I get it, okay? I shouldn't have cornered you in the kitchen like that, but it was weeks ago."
Dianna's jaw dropped slightly. "I'm not mad, I promise," she quickly said leaning forward slightly.
"If you're not mad, then why won't you let me touch you?" Lea asked with desperation. "I mean," she shook her head as she realized what she'd said. "That's not what I meant to say." Lea sighed as she tried again. "Why do you pull away every time I touch you? Have I done something?" She racked her brain thinking over the last two weeks, trying to find what she'd done wrong. Had she made an inappropriate comment? Had she been too affectionate and Dianna had misconstrued her actions? Lea's heart was pounding and her hands began to tremble. "I'm sorry. Whatever I did... I'm really sorry," she said, her tone a clear indication of her remorse. Lea reached forward to place her hand on Dianna's arm, hoping Dianna would believe her. It was an unconscious act and Lea stared down at her hand as she realized what she was about to do. She watched as her hand hovered above Dianna's arm. She curled her fingers and slowly brought her hand back. She bowed her head and shook it slowly from side to side. "I – I'm sorry," she whispered as she began to move off the couch.
Dianna felt an ache in her chest at the pain she'd been putting Lea through. She hadn't understood the full impact her actions were having on the younger girl. She quickly reached out and grabbed Lea's wrist, pulling her back onto the couch. "Wait!" she called out, louder than she had intended. "This isn't about you. I promise you that. This is... it's about me," she finally admitted in earnest. Her hand continued to grip Lea's wrist, keeping her there. Dianna waited, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, to see what Lea would decide.
Lea couldn't look at her at first. She let out a short laugh that lacked humor and was filled with disbelief. "You can't expect me to believe you right now," she admitted as she tilted her head slightly looking up at the ceiling as she sighed.
"I'm touching you right now," Dianna quickly replied as she lightly squeezed Lea's wrist. "See?" she said hoping Lea would stay and at least try to hear her out.
Lea stared down at Dianna's hand wrapped around her wrist. "That's the issue," she began softly. "You're touching me."
"Then touch me," Dianna pleaded tugging slightly on Lea's wrist to turn the girl toward her. Lea paused for a few seconds, staring off toward the hallway. She sighed as she decided to give Dianna a chance. She wanted to give Dianna another chance in the hope she was wrong, and if they were to repair the rift that had somehow formed without her knowledge, she knew she should at least try. She felt Dianna slowly let go of her wrist and she took the opportunity to adjust herself on the couch, crossing her legs and turning toward Dianna.
Lea pushed herself a little closer to Dianna, her knee a hairs breath from contact with Dianna's leg. She stared at Dianna and allowed a few tense seconds to pass. Her eyes flickered down to Dianna's lower lip that was now trapped by her teeth. Lea couldn't help but frown at Dianna's nervousness, or the flash of fear she caught when she glanced back up.
A few feet away, cheering erupted on the television screen as a group of American Idol contestants were delivered good news. Lea ignored them to watch Dianna carefully as she began to lift her hand up toward her.
Dianna took a deep breath as she carefully watched Lea's approaching hand. Her aversion to the brunette's touch had nothing to do with feeling uncomfortable. In fact, it had everything to do with feeling too comfortable. Every time Lea touched her, Dianna's skin tingled, her heart would race and she'd feel her cheeks flush with a heat she couldn't contain. Dianna was afraid of what she might do if Lea touched her for any prolonged period of time.
Lea lifted her hand higher, reaching forward. She wanted to test Dianna's resolve and she felt the only way to truly test it, was skin-to-skin contact. She let her fingertips slide across the side of Dianna's neck until they wrapped around the back of it, her palm pressing into Dianna's soft skin.
Dianna's breath caught in her throat at the feel of Lea's fingers threading through her loose strands of hair at the base of her neck. She tried desperately to keep their gazes locked but as she felt Lea's thumb caress the skin behind her ear and lean in slightly her eyes closed shut and she turned her head away. She felt Lea release a breath across her skin with a sigh.
Suddenly, Lea's hand slid off her neck and Dianna felt the couch dip as Lea moved back and away from her. "You can't even look at me," Lea said as she shook her head and brought her knees up to her chest. "This is getting ridiculous, Di."
Dianna took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down her heart rate. She kept her eyes firmly shut and she couldn't bear to bring herself to look at Lea just yet. She didn't trust herself. "I'm sorry," she whispered sadly.
Lea looked down at her toes and waited. She wasn't sure what to do about the situation anymore. "Jon told me to talk to you. To talk about why you wanted to forget about what happened the night I moved in," she paused as she slowly lifted her head to look at Dianna who had finally opened her eyes and had the guts to meet Lea's gaze. "The way you looked at me that night..." Lea trailed off as she watched Dianna's jaw clench. She could see that she'd struck a nerve with Dianna and for her own peace of mind, she needed it all out in the open. "You held me down. Wrapped your hands around my wrists and pressed them into the floor," she said in a low voice, carefully watching Dianna's reaction, hoping to pick up any sign that would indicate what Dianna was feeling. "You were between my legs, and you rocked into m-"
"Stop!" Dianna exclaimed as she jumped up from the couch. The blanket was tangled between her legs and she reached down to yank on it before throwing it back onto the couch. She ran a hand through her hair and took a few steps back. "Just stop," she repeated breathlessly.
"No!" Lea argued pushing up off the couch and walking toward Dianna who took two steps back and held her hand out between them, trying to ward Lea off. "No, I won't stop! You liked it," she said raising her voice slightly, continuing to advance on Dianna. She noticed Dianna's chest rise and fall faster with each breath and a flush creeping up the sides of her neck. Lea could see her words were having an obvious effect on Dianna and she decided to keep pushing. "You liked me underneath you," she said backing Dianna against the living room wall. She stepped up close to her, their chests just barely touching. Lea let her gaze fall down to her hands as they reached up and snuck their way between Dianna's arms and the side of her body. She pressed her palms flat against the wall and stood on her toes, bringing their faces close together. "You wanted me under you, my thighs on either side of your hips. The missionary position."
"Don't," Dianna whispered, her eyes pleading with Lea not to continue. "Please, Lea," Dianna tried again shaking her head slightly. She planted her hands firmly against the wall behind her and straightened her shoulders, wishing she could fall right through the wall. Lea was pushing all the right buttons and Dianna felt like she was quickly losing control. She was going to hate herself for what might happen next.
"Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't like holding me down," Lea whispered, her lips grazing Dianna's briefly.
The world felt like it had suddenly flipped and Lea gasped as she felt her back pressed up against the wall. She felt her heart speed up as her eyes managed to focus on Dianna's face so close to her own. Hands gripped at her upper arms, holding her in place as low in her belly she felt the stirrings of arousal.
"You – You have to stop," Dianna breathed out closing her eyes as she tried to fight against her body's urge to press itself into Lea.
Lea shook her head. "I liked it," she finally admitted. She watched as Dianna squeezed her eyes shut and shuffled her feet.
"Don't," Dianna pleaded shaking her head.
"I liked it," she repeated with a stronger tone. "I liked it that night and I like it right now," she confessed, her arms bending at the elbow trying to reach for Dianna to pull her closer.
Dianna continued to shake her head, partly in disbelief that she'd let things get this far and partly in the hope that she would find the strength to pull away, to not allow Lea to see this side of her. "You don't know what you're saying," she said breathlessly as her body followed the tug from Lea's hands, her hips now pressing into Lea's.
Lea nodded her head. "I do. I know."
Dianna leaned in close, the side of her nose brushing against the side of Lea's, her top lip grazing the brunette's. She paused there for a few heart stopping seconds before she closed her eyes and let the tip of her nose trail a path across Lea's cheek leading to her ear.
Lea felt a warm breath of air blow across her outer shell before a pair of lips brushed against the patch of skin where her cheek met her ear. "You don't know what you're asking me. What it would mean," Dianna whispered. "This isn't a game, Lea."
"I know," Lea whispered. "But I know what I want." She used her fingers to tug Dianna closer to her body, their chests now pressed close together. Lea felt Diana's breasts rub against her own with every ragged breath. "I want you."
Dianna sucked in a breath. Her resolve was slipping fast. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, Lea's lips brushed against her ear and her soft whispered words were wreaking havoc on her senses. "Oh God," she muttered before she finally couldn't handle it anymore. She pulled back just enough to meet Lea's aroused stare. She felt Lea exhale against her lips, and before she could try to talk herself out of it, she pushed her body hard into Lea's as their lips finally met.
The kiss started slow and tentative. Dianna was uncertain, almost awkward in her exploration. There was a friendship and a potential relationship riding on this kiss and Dianna owed it to both of them to make sure this was what they both wanted.
At any other time, Lea might have appreciated Dianna's slow pace, but she had wanted this, wanted Dianna, from the second she became an option. Lea didn't waste any time parting her lips. She stretched up on her toes attempting to make herself as tall as possible while trying to move even closer. She struggled against Dianna, her hips pushing into her as she fought to remove her arms from the tight grip they were in.
Dianna planted her feet into the ground, her chest pushing almost painfully into Lea, pinning her more firmly against the wall. She allowed her own lips to part over Lea's and her tongue peeked through, the tip of it licking across Lea's top lip.
Lea moaned into the kiss as she tried once again to fight Dianna's grip on her arms. Quickly, Dianna slid her hands down to Lea's wrists and gripped them tight enough to control their movement, but not tight enough to cause her pain. When Lea bit Dianna's lower lip, she ripped Lea's hands away from her hips and slammed her wrists against the wall before dragging them up above their heads, using Lea's bound wrists as leverage to hold her in place.
Lea arched off the wall trying to move her leg between Dianna's legs to try and gain some semblance of control over the situation, but the blonde was too quick and shifted her hips to slide her thigh roughly between Lea's legs, pressing hard into her center.
Lea ripped her mouth away from Dianna's, gasping as she hit her head back against the wall. "Fuck," she whimpered as she felt Dianna's lips move down the side of her neck. Lea rocked her hips hard against Dianna's thigh, causing the seam of her jeans to rub against her clit. She instinctively repeated the action. She whimpered and her eyes fluttered closed. She pushed further into Dianna, her breasts straining against her tank top.
Dianna took a few deep ragged breaths against the skin of Lea's neck. Her mind was racing and she just needed a few seconds to gather herself. "We... this..." Dianna couldn't form a full sentence. In her frustration she scraped her teeth against Lea's skin, nipping at it.
"Fuck!" Lea cried out a second time, rocking her hips. A startled Dianna immediately let go of Lea's wrists and stumbled a few steps back. Lea's arms dropped to her side and the pair stared intensely at each other.
Dianna's eyes widened as her eyes trailed rapidly over Lea's body. Lea's cheeks were flushed, Dianna could see the outline of Lea's nipples straining against the cotton of her tank top and her chest rose and fell with every breath. Her legs shook slightly and her toes were curling against the hardwood floors. "I – I'll see you in the morning," she said hurriedly before quickly disappearing down the hallway. A few seconds later the door to her bedroom closed.
Lea barely registered her departure as her knees finally gave out and using the wall for support, she slid down to the floor. Lea held her knees to her chest with her left arm as she brought the fingers of her right hand up to her lips. She slowly turned her head toward the hallway where Dianna had disappeared. In the background, the top 36 contestants celebrated their victory.
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