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Lea woke up the next morning curled up on her side under the covers of her bed. She tiredly blinked her eyes open, but didn't move to throw the covers off. Last night, Dianna had her pinned up against a wall, a thigh pressing between her legs, lips on her mouth and skin and it had been everything she'd wanted and had craved.

But then Dianna had left her feeling flushed, aroused and frozen on the living room floor. It had taken her a good ten minutes before she'd been able to pick herself up and put herself to bed. She'd laid there for at least an hour, her knees to her chest as she fought the urge to relieve herself from the fire Dianna had ignited in her. When she'd finally fallen prey to slumber, it was to thoughts and fears of how Dianna would act come morning.

Lea sighed as she stared at the sheer curtains of her room, the sunlight streaming through and gently warming her. She stretched her legs out and settled a bit further into her bed. She heard some movement down the hall but didn't make a move to investigate. She still had a little time before she needed to be officially awake.

A few minutes ticked by as she turned onto her side and stared at the streaming sun. She did a mental run-through of what she had on the agenda for the day. Of course, working on a television show also meant that everything might not go according to plan and she might find her day ending later than anticipated. She ignored thoughts of Dianna and prepared a mental list of errands she needed to complete if given enough time between scenes.

She was brought out of her thoughts by the sizzling sound of cold water on a hot pan in the kitchen. Dianna had made breakfast. Lea sat up and decided to face her and the day ahead. She slipped on a cardigan she had hanging across the seat of a chair next to her chest of drawers. She slipped her arms through the sleeves as she reached her bedroom door. She padded quietly down the hall and caught Dianna carrying two plates out of the kitchen and toward their dining table. She didn't announce her presence, at least, not until she was standing at the threshold between the hall and the dining area.

"Hey," she greeted softly, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned slightly into the wall to her right.

Dianna looked up startled. "Oh good! You're awake. Good morning," she greeted with a smile. "I made breakfast," she said motioning toward the set table with her left hand.

Lea bit her lip as she realized Dianna was acting as if nothing had happened. Honestly, she was getting sick of going around in circles on this. She pasted on a smile and moved toward the head of the table where one of the place mats had been set. She sat down as Dianna smiled at her, taking her own seat to the left of Lea.

The atmosphere hung with tension. It was uncomfortable, but neither girl wanted to bring attention to it. Dianna wanted to at least allow Lea to enjoy her breakfast before they engaged in any kind of serious conversation. When she noticed Lea pushing a few of the scrambled 'eggs' around her plate, she decided the silence wouldn't do. "I didn't poison it," she joked with a slight laugh.

Lea threw her half a smile as she brought her left knee up to her chest and balanced her foot on the edge of her chair, her left arm wrapping around her shin. She diverted her gaze back to her plate, her fork continuing to push the fake scrambled eggs around.

Dianna sighed. Lea had unsurprisingly turned out to be a morning person, but if she was starting her day off with minimal conversation then there was something wrong. "I'm sorry," Dianna apologized as she set her fork down on the edge of the plate.

Lea's head shot up. "What are you sorry about?" she asked. Her brow furrowed in confusion. "You didn't do anything wrong," she finished with a slight smile before turning back to her breakfast and reaching for her knife.

Dianna wasn't stupid, though. She'd heard the frustration laced between Lea's words. She sighed once again before turning slightly to give Lea her full attention. "I am apologizing about last night. I should not have allowed things to go as far as they did. That wasn't... fair of me," she admitted clasping her hands together in her lap.

Lea really did look genuinely confused about Dianna's words. "Allowed things to go that far?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "If I remember clearly, I was there too, pushing you into what happened. Normally I'd be a little nervous about seeing you this morning. Last night, we kissed Dianna. Not just a peck, but an actual kiss and all I'm feeling is disappointment because we just continue to go around in circles," Lea said shifting her eyes down to watch as her right hand bounced her fork slightly on top of her eggs. "If this were just a case of you not being attracted to me, then we could move past it. But I know you're attracted to me. I may have been the aggressor at the beginning last night, but it was you who had me pinned roughly against that wall," she said glancing over Dianna's shoulder.

A few tense seconds went by and Dianna offered no explanation or excuse. Lea sighed and shook her head. "I have to get ready," she mumbled as she pushed her chair back and stood up. She turned toward the doorway, crossed her arms over her chest and began to make her way out of the dining area.

"This is hard for me!" Dianna suddenly exclaimed, standing abruptly from her seat. She rested the fingertips of her left hand on the top of the table while her right hand curled into a fist.

Lea stopped, tightened her arms around her chest, but didn't turn around. She turned her head slightly toward Dianna, looking at the wall opposite her. "And you don't think this is hard for me?" Lea asked. "I continue to put myself out there and you keep rejecting me," she paused. "It's my own damn fault," she mumbled as she began to walk away again.

"You don't understand!" Dianna called out in desperation.

Lea finally lost it. "Then make me understand!" She yelled as she whipped around, her cheeks flushed and her breathing labored. She curled her fingers into two fists and fought the urge to stamp her foot in frustration.

Dianna's eyes widened. "It's... it's a long story," she answered weakly, almost sheepishly. She hunched her shoulders slightly, almost closing in on herself.

Lea rolled her eyes. "I don't even know why I bother." Her voice was hard as she narrowed her eyes at Dianna. She was such a fool. Jonathan had once told her she sometimes trusted too easily. Maybe this was one of those instances.

Just as Lea began to turn away once more, Dianna realized she'd taken too long. "Just... Just let me try!" She pleaded. "Please."

Lea stopped before she could fully turn around. She stood and waited. She watched Dianna carefully shifting from foot to foot, her fingers fiddling with her fork on the table. "Well?" She asked tersely.

Dianna took a deep breath and met her gaze before she quickly had to look away. "You're right. I... I am attracted to you. More than I should be," she revealed. "At first, it was a curiosity, a physical attraction, and maybe a little bit of an interest in your personality. I wanted you. But every moment I've spent with you, has turned this want into a need." Dianna glanced up quickly, but didn't want her gaze to linger too long. She turned her head away and shook it slightly. "You think I can't stand it when you touch me. It's true," she said. She heard Lea's breath hitch and she closed her eyes to protect herself. "Every time your hand lingers on mine, every time you lean into me, every time you sit too close... it's all I can do to stop myself from taking you, having you," she admitted softly.

"You want to hold me down," Lea stated for clarification. This is what it always seemed to come back to. She relaxed her stance slightly. She honestly hadn't intended to interrupt Dianna. This was the first time the blonde was finally opening up to her about her feelings, her thoughts. She was scared if she said too much it would derail their progress.

Dianna bit her lip. She turned her head and opened her eyes to allow them to linger on Lea. "Among... other things," she muttered, her eyes sliding down Lea's body.

Lea shivered slightly under Dianna's intense gaze. "Other things?" She asked a little breathlessly.

Dianna couldn't stop herself from taking note of Lea's nipples straining against her tank top and cardigan, or to notice the shiver that ran down Lea's spine causing her to bounce her foot against the floor a few times with nervous energy. Dianna knew if she weren't honest with her answer she would lose Lea completely. There would be no turning back and any friendship they had left would probably not survive. God, she hoped she was doing the right thing. "I want to tie you up," she whispered slowly, honestly. "I want to blindfold you," she said, her voice growing slightly stronger. She set her shoulders back a little. "I want you on your hands and knees," she added with confidence. "I want to hold my hand over your mouth. I want you to beg me," she finished, her eyes finally locked with Lea's.

Lea took a shaky breath. She forced herself to look away from the newly confidant Dianna. The way the blonde had set her shoulders back, stood tall and met her stare head on, had not instilled any fear in Lea, if that had been Dianna's objective. In fact, it had done the opposite. Lea felt even more attracted to Dianna in those tense few seconds as she described just a few of the things she'd like to do to her. Lea wasn't exactly a stranger to an energetic, varied sex life. There'd been one or two mornings she'd awoken with bruises on her hips, scratch marks on her back and an ache between her legs, but something about Dianna's continued reluctance to share this side of her made it clear to Lea that this wasn't just about rough sex after a heated argument. She bit her lip and shuffled her feet. "You want to dominate me," she finally replied, glancing up to find Dianna taking a few tentative steps toward her.

"Yes. No. That's... no," Dianna replied in a hurry. She took a deep breath and met Lea's curious eyes. "I don't want to dominate you. I want... I want you to submit. To me."

Lea fought the urge to roll her eyes. She brought a hand up, palm facing the ceiling before she dropped it to her side. "Is there a difference?" She asked trying to hide how affected she was by the prospect of submitting to Dianna. Of letting go and allowing Dianna to control her. She tried to steady her breathing while she placed a sweaty palm on her hip.

Dianna nodded her head. "To me, there's a difference." Dianna watched Lea for a few seconds, waiting to see how the brunette was handling this information. She could feel her heart beating rapidly in her chest, half in fear and half in anticipation for Lea's answer.

"Do you always have to be in control?" Lea finally asked, moving slowly back toward her seat. She wasn't sure she could handle more of this conversation standing up. She wasn't scared. She just felt confused and wasn't sure she understood exactly. "I mean... when you have sex, do you always have to be in control?"

Dianna wanted to reach out and comfort Lea, squeeze her arm to show her it was okay to be uncertain and a little concerned, but she didn't think Lea would want her touching her. At least, not yet. Dianna made a move slowly back to her seat at the table. "Control is a relative term," she replied honestly, laying her hands in her lap and watching Lea carefully.

"And sex?" Lea asked once again.

Dianna glanced away in slight embarrassment. "If I said yes, would you think there was something wrong with me?" She asked. Dianna still wasn't quite at the comfortable stage with her sex life.

Lea shot her a look. "I'm from a musical theatre background. We have a reputation for a reason," she answered with a little sarcasm and a slight smile.

Dianna couldn't help but giggle. "Right," she replied with a grin before averting her eyes once again. "I can... I can have sex with someone. Vanilla sex," she clarified with a pointed look. "Without the utterance of words like dominate or submit, but it would be just that, sex. It wouldn't mean anything. It would just be release, and not even all that fulfilling for me." Dianna was completely honest with her answer. "It's not that I can't have 'normal' sex, or don't want that from a relationship... I just, if I'm dating someone, I would rather experience a more personal intimacy with my partner," Dianna said with a slightly nervous shrug. She watched Lea nod her head in understanding and waited patiently.

Lea brought both knees to her chest, her heels pressing on the edge of her seat. She wrapped her arms around her shins and rest her chin on her left knee. She stared at Dianna's lap, quietly mulling over all that Dianna had just revealed. It wasn't that she was opposed to the idea of a lifestyle Dianna had made reference to. It was just that it was a big decision and she didn't even know if she could submit like Dianna wanted – no, needed. She wanted to make an informed decision. She needed more information. "Do you need an answer right now?" she asked lifting her head to look at Dianna.

She shook her head. "No, of course not. I wouldn't even accept any kind of answer you might have right now," she quickly replied. "I mean, I didn't even ask you," she trailed off.

Lea's face fell slightly. "Oh," she replied with a hint of disappointment. She'd been working on the assumption that Dianna had given her the answers she'd been seeking because Dianna was interested in a relationship with her. Wasn't that what their entire conversation had been leading to? She shook her head trying to rid herself of thoughts of disappointment. "I... Thanks. For being honest, I mean," she finally said. She offered a little smile. "I should probably apologize for pushing you to tell me. I should have just accepted that it was none of my business," Lea finished with a rueful smile. She carefully let go of her shins and planted her feet on the ground, pushing herself out of her seat once more. "I should probably have a shower and get ready. We have to be at the lot at ten," she said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder toward the bathroom.

Dianna's brow furrowed in confusion. She had no idea what the hell had just happened. She watched Lea head down the hallway and toward her room. "Wait!" she called out, jumping out of her seat for the second time that morning. She took a few hurried steps into the hall to find Lea waiting at her bedroom door with a curious look on her face. "If... Is it something you'd consider? If you had time to think about it, is it something you would think about doing... with me?" Dianna held her breath as she waited apprehensively for Lea's answer. Her right hand gripped the hem of her top as she fought not to show how vulnerable she was right now.

Lea stared at Dianna carefully. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she bit her lip as a breath caught in her throat. She smiled shyly and ducked her head. "Yes," she answered with a slight smile, finally looking up to meet Dianna's searching gaze.

Dianna couldn't help the grin that came over her face. "Okay," she replied, ducking her head. "Okay," she repeated watching Lea disappear into her bedroom, a blush tinting her cheeks.

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Dianna watched Lea carefully for the rest of the day. She couldn't help herself. It was as if this whole new world had opened up in front of her and if she glanced away, even for a second, it would be gone. She tried to block out the negative thoughts on how terrible this could all turn out to be. She just wanted to revel in this feeling for a little longer.

Since they'd arrived on set together earlier that morning, Lea had been back to her bubbly self, joking with the cast and discussing recipes while in make-up, just generally acting as if nothing had changed. Dianna's brow furrowed in frustration. She'd opened herself up to Lea in a way she had only ever done once before and Lea was acting as if it were any other day. She grudgingly acknowledged that her and Lea's roles had been reversed. She understood how Lea must have been feeling all those times she'd acted as if nothing had happened between them. She decided to avoid Lea, at least distance herself a little in order to clear her head and deal with what she'd freely exposed over breakfast.

Dianna stared at the screen of her laptop. She glanced at the time on her screen and realized she was needed in the tin shed for dance rehearsal in fifteen minutes. They were filming episode six and starting on the girl's dance number. She quickly slid her index finger along the touch pad and double-clicked on the Firefox icon. She navigated the cursor to the search bar and began typing.

She nervously googled a few sites she'd been linked to a few years ago that she thought Lea should probably take a look at if she were to make an informed decision about their future. She bit her lip as she opened a new tab and signed in to her email account. She took a few seconds trying to pluck up the courage to compose a new message. She slid her index finger back and forth over the touch pad a few times before finally clicking on the 'Compose' link. She quickly typed out a simple message suggesting that Lea might want to have a look at the links she was sending. Just as she finished up the message there was a knock at her trailer door and then Naya's head was poking in. Dianna quickly pulled the screen down and looked over the top of it at Naya.

"You ready?" Naya asked with a nod of her head and a grin. She took one more step up and leaned the top half of her body inside the doorway.

Dianna grinned. "Yep! Just need to quickly send this off," she said waving her right hand at the top of her laptop. She saw Naya nod her head and make her way inside, stopping just inside the doorway to lean against it. Dianna pushed her screen back up, quickly copied and pasted a few links from her google search and hit send. When she was sure the email had gone through, she quickly clicked on the red 'x' and pushed her chair back from the table. "Done!" she announced, closing her laptop before pushing herself out of her seat. "Did you see the guys earlier?" She asked Naya with a giggle as she grabbed a bottle of water from her mini-fridge. She grabbed her sunglasses from the table near the door, hooked them on the neckline of her top and waited for Naya to lead the way.

Naya laughed as she stepped back and down the steps. "Oh God! I saw Cory slip and fall during one of the high kicks," she replied before laughter bubbled up inside her. She grabbed Dianna's forearm and let her laughter overtake her. "His face!" she exclaimed loudly. "They had to get him an ice pack for the back of his head."

"Oh my gosh! Is he okay?" Dianna asked with genuine concern. She glanced back behind her to make sure her trailer was closed before keeping in time with Naya's steps.

Naya snorted. "His ego's a little bruised," she joked. "But he's doing fine. Got right back up and tried again." She looped her arm through Dianna's as they continued on toward the tin shed.

"Where's Heather?" Dianna asked, sliding her sunglasses from between her breasts to slide them up her nose.

"Bathroom, but it's not like she needs as many run throughs of the routine to get it down," she replied with a teasing grin. "And what about Lea? Aren't you two joined at the hip or something?" Naya joked as they rounded the line of trailers and spotted the "shed" they were needed at.

Dianna felt her heart skip a bit. She shrugged her shoulders in response. "I think she was on set. Not sure," she said a little nervously. She wasn't sure why she was so nervous, especially around Naya – someone who was quickly becoming a good friend. She supposed it might have to do with finally acknowledging that things were changing between her and Lea. Right now, they were stuck in a sort of limbo, waiting to see what Lea would decide. Hearing Naya joke about her and Lea's close friendship had her a little on edge, worried that they may be a little too obvious.

Naya nodded her head slightly, seemingly accepting her answer and switched topics as they made their final approach to dance rehearsal.

Twenty minutes later, Zach and Brooke had shown them the choreography twice, explaining that they were going to work on it in groups for the most part and at a slower pace. He split the girls up and Dianna found herself standing with Heather, Amber and Brooke at one end of the shed. She glanced a few times over at Lea to find her giggling with Naya and Jenna as they flicked their hair around, Zach egging them on. She bit her lip as she watched Lea lean into Naya, the taller girl wrapping an arm around her shoulders. A rush of possessiveness ran through her and her jaw clenched as she fought not to march over there and lay claim on Lea. Technically, Lea wasn't hers. Not yet. She forced herself to turn back to her group and ignore the others.

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Later that night, Lea found herself on the couch with a blanket over her lap, a plate of dinner in her left hand and her fork in her right as she chewed slowly on Dianna's gluten-free pasta. She stared across at Dianna who sat at the opposite end of the couch, sharing the same blanket and balancing her own plate of food.

"My neck hurts," Dianna groaned as she rolled her neck from side to side. She sighed as she dropped her head forward.

Lea smirked. "Aww, did you flick your hair a little too much today?" Lea teased as she speared a piece of pasta and brought it to her lips.

Dianna rolled her eyes and shook her head. "You're terrible," she teased, turning to glance at the television screen. She wasn't really paying attention to what was playing; she was just content to spend a relaxing hour or two with Lea on the couch.

Lea giggled as she wiggled about a little on the couch cushion, pushing herself lower into the cushions, getting more comfortable. "It's going to be more painful when we film it though," she said after she swallowed. She waited a few minutes, taking a few bites and studying Dianna carefully. "So..." she began, her eyes darting down to her plate watching as she moved a few pieces of her pasta around her plate. "You got a bit red for a while there when we were practicing the halo part," she finished, fighting the grin that was begging to come out. She glanced up at Dianna and quickly down to her plate again.

Dianna glared in Lea's direction, but she couldn't hide the blush that began creeping up her neck. "You certainly didn't help the situation," she replied shaking her head.

"What?" Lea asked feigning ignorance as she waved her fork in the air lightly. "How was I supposed to know that Zach would tell you to take me from behind?" she asked loudly with a large smile.

"He didn't say it quite like that!" Dianna immediately retorted, pointing her fork in Lea's direction, the piece of pasta hanging off the end almost falling onto their blanket.

Lea giggled. "Well, from the look on your face at the time, you'd have thought that's what he told you to do," she replied as she stretched her leg out and used her toes to nudge Dianna's knee. "It was kind of funny considering you'd just told me you wanted to do that to me early this morning," she added, trying to be nonchalant about the entire exchange. She pressed her toes into Dianna's knee once again before she felt the blonde's tight grip around her ankle, stopping her foot from making any further movement.

Lea looked up from her plate in time to watch Dianna carefully settle her own plate and utensils behind her on the side table, her left hand still holding tightly to Lea's ankle. Once she was sure her dinner was secure, she turned back to Lea, her gaze heated and almost predatory. She placed her right hand on the couch cushion by Lea's outstretched knee and rocked her body forward, balancing and hovering over Lea's bottom half. She twisted her knees slightly, allowing herself more mobility.

Lea bit her lip as she carefully watched Dianna slowly crawl up and over her body. She spied Dianna's left hand reach out and grab the opposite end of her dinner plate to grip it tightly. "Let go," Dianna said in a low voice. Lea was still for a few seconds, debating her next move. Before she knew it though, her fingers were loosening their hold on the ceramic dish, her eyes still firmly connected with Dianna's. From her peripheral, Lea saw her plate being lowered to the ground beside them. She heard the plate being slid across the hardwood floors, away from them, her fork clattering to the ground along the way. She finally allowed her gaze to drift to Dianna's hand that settled beside her breast on the couch cushion beneath them.

Dianna brought her left knee forward, pressing it against the inside of Lea's leg, encouraging the brunette to slide her legs apart. They both ignored the blanket bunching up around Lea's hips. Dianna moved closer, shifting her body forward, into Lea's personal space. Every inch she drew closer, the further Lea tried to retreat until she was lying back against the arm of the couch, her shoulders against the armrest. Dianna took a deep breath as she breathed in Lea's scent around the v-neck of her t-shirt. She crawled up Lea's body, her hands walking up the couch cushion until she was resting her forearms along the edge of the armrest behind Lea's shoulders. She had Lea trapped.

Her knees pressed against the inside of Lea's thighs as she hovered over Lea. Her eyes drifted down to Lea's lips before she began moving toward her. She tilted to her right and let the tip of her nose graze the side of Lea's neck. Dianna could feel Lea's labored breathing filtering through a few loose strands of her hair. She felt her breasts brush against Lea's as the girl beneath her tried to take in a deep, calming breath. Dianna breathed out, letting her breath ghost over Lea's neck until her lips grazed the outer shell of Lea's ear. "And those," she began, her lips trailing softly over the curved cartilage, "are only a few of the things I want to do to you," she whispered hoarsely.

Lea's fists clenched at her sides, gripping the blanket over her hips. She closed her eyes to try and gain some semblance of control, but before she could stop herself, she rocked her hips. She whimpered when she realized Dianna had strategically pressed her knees high between her legs, close enough to allow her movement, but far enough to leave her center without any means of relief.

Dianna let the tip of her nose trace a delicate path across Lea's cheek until their noses were touching. Hazel eyes met brown and Lea sucked in a breath at the ravenous look in Dianna's eyes. Her hips rocked once again of their own volition and Lea caught a glimmer of mirth flirting at the edges of Dianna's eyes.

"I sent you an email earlier today," Dianna said. She maintained a soft, low voice. Her tone made it clear to Lea that Dianna wasn't looking for a response, at least not a verbal one. She understood Dianna was looking for her to listen and to only do as she was told. "I want you to spend some time looking at what I sent you. When you've satisfied your curiosity, I want you to come find me and we can finally do something about this," she instructed. She grazed her lips over Lea's, closing her eyes at the slight contact before she began to pull away.

Lea took a few quick breaths as she processed what Dianna had instructed her to do. In the few seconds it took for her to nod her head in acknowledgement, Dianna was already moving back to the other end of the couch, reaching for her plate and staring intently at the television screen.

Lea stared at Dianna's profile for a long, tension-filled minute. She wasn't entirely sure that that had just happened.

#^#^#

Lea breathed out as she waited for Dianna's answer. Her fingers toyed with the edges of a slightly crumpled piece of paper she kept refolding and unfolding. Almost a week had passed since Dianna had emailed Lea a list of websites and books she felt would be useful for Lea to read through. Lea hadn't been sure how to let Dianna know that she was ready to talk about all that she'd learnt, so she'd taken the easy way out and emailed Dianna back.

I'm ready to talk whenever you are. xx Lea

When Dianna had received the email, she'd quickly checked their schedules. She wanted to make sure they would have time on their side and to limit any possibility of interruption. Lea was scheduled to work early Friday morning, but looked to be finished for the day by early afternoon.

It was important to Dianna as both a friend and potentially more, that she allow Lea to express any concerns or ask any questions she might have. It was difficult for her though, as she quickly realized that too many "power" issues existed in their apartment. They needed a neutral location where they would both feel comfortable and relaxed enough to have such an important conversation.

Dianna bit her lip as she stared at the email for about the tenth time since she'd received it. She knew her role in the potential relationship, was excited by the prospect, but at the same time was incredibly terrified she would fail. She felt that this conversation was her first test, a decider on how she would fare as the Dominant in the relationship.

Dianna took a deep breath and closed her eyes. In her mind, the second she'd finished reading that email she knew how she wanted to organize this conversation, but her self-doubt was holding her back. She slowly let out the deep breath and opened her eyes, reminding herself to trust her instincts. She brought up a new tab on Firefox and typed in the name of a restaurant she knew Lea would love. When she found the phone number she dialled it into her phone and a few minutes later she had reserved a table for two at 7:30pm for Friday night.

Hanging up the phone, Dianna sighed with relief. With the first step completed, she quickly replied to Lea's email.

7:00pm. Dress semi-casual. I'll drive.

D.

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Lea was nervous. She knew tonight was supposed to be about discussing what she'd read, learning more about Dianna and understanding what was being asked of her, but she couldn't help but feel like this was a sort-of first date. She bit her lip as she looked herself over in the mirror. She wasn't nervous because she didn't want it to be a first date. She was nervous because she wanted it to be a first date.

She smoothed down her top, second-guessing her wardrobe for the evening. All Dianna had revealed to her was that jeans were definitely okay to wear and that she should bring a coat with her because it had been predicted to be a cool night. Being from New York, Lea took this to mean she would likely only require a simple jacket and could get away with wearing a sleeveless top.

"Mmm..." Lea hummed lowly, staring at herself. She brought her right hand up to smooth down her hair before she brought both hands down to pull at the hem of her top once again. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and she just wanted to pinch herself to try and calm her nerves.

There was a sudden knock at her bedroom door and Lea's heart jumped into her throat as she quickly turned toward her alarm clock and eyed the time. 6:55pm. "You're early!" Lea exclaimed through the closed door with a grin as she teased Dianna.

"What can I say? I got impatient," Dianna replied with a grin. She leaned up against the frame of Lea's door, waiting for the brunette to let her in. She pulled on the edge of her jean jacket, feeling the stiffness of the denim beneath her fingers. She shifted her handbag slightly on her shoulder.

Lea narrowed her eyes at the closed door. She made her way over to the door and opened it just enough to poke her head through. She saw Dianna quickly straighten up. Lea looked her over and grinned at Dianna. "Two seconds," she promised before quickly closing the door again. She hurried to tidy up some of the mess she'd created when beginning her search for the perfect outfit. She shoved a few items back into her wardrobe and forced herself not to dwell on the mess she'd created in there. She glanced back at the mirror, ran her fingers through her hair one last time before grabbing her jacket and handbag from the back of her chair. Lea made her way to the door and slipped out into the hallway where Dianna was still waiting.

"Wow," Dianna breathed out. She allowed her eyes to slide down Lea's body. She swallowed as she took note of the sheer black material of Lea's v-neck top. She could see Lea's black, lace bra through the top and she bit her lip. This wasn't the first time Dianna had seen Lea wear something revealing. In fact, sometimes, Lea wore less around the apartment. To Dianna, it was different now that they stood on the precipice of something more.

Just as Dianna's gaze began to drop below Lea's waistline, she heard Lea clear her throat. Her eyes immediately snapped up to meet Lea's, only to find the brunette looking amused, an eyebrow raised.

"Sorry," Dianna mumbled before clearing her throat. "You, uh, ready to head out then?" Dianna asked, a little flustered. She shook her head slightly as she realized how easy it was for Lea to distract her.

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