Title – Halfway To Anywhere
Summary: Naya's not sure how she ended up in her bathtub; hung-over and with Heather on top of her, but the kink in her neck suggests they slept there.
Disclaimer: Still no.
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Naya rustles through her cupboard, looking through her tops and pants in search of some clothes for Heather. The young dancer is standing behind her, still in the small towel and still looking very much desirable.
"Thanks for being my shield before, Mark's eyes were really glued on me. It kinda freaked me out." She laughs softly, a light sound that goes straight to Naya's stomach and warms it pleasantly. Little curls of heat bubble up and Naya can't help but laugh with Heather.
"It's alright," she says, "to be honest I didn't like him looking at you like that."
Heather smiles, "I don't think he meant anything by it."
"Heather, it's Mark. The guys a loveable douche and all, but he is seriously not subtle when it comes to flirting. Sometimes, I swear to God, I don't even think he knows he does it."
"Inbuilt."
"Like GPS in turtles." Naya absently mumbles. She turns around to face Heather with a pair of baggy sweats and a grey band t-shirt. "Will these do?"
Heather nods, "awesome."
Walking the small space between them Naya hands Heather the clothes, Heather's hair is almost dry now but it tangles about her shoulders in a messy position. Naya's quick to grab the ends of the knotty strands, running her fingers through them like a comb. She stops only when Mark makes a noise from somewhere in the kitchen, probably making coffee Naya thinks.
Heather looks down and Naya's quick to step away. She honestly needs to stop invading Heather's personal space, not that Heather seems to mind. But the intimacy Naya keeps bringing to them is going to get them caught. Although on one hand Naya isn't sure if getting caught is a bad thing. Heather's not someone to hide, she's someone to flaunt and be proud and Naya would if she was even remotely aware of what was going on between them both.
Were they together?
Heather hadn't actually said as much. Although, Naya supposes, she didn't directly ask.
She should ask.
"Heather…. I," She stops and Heather hugs the clothes closer to her towel covered body. Naya vaguely gestures about the room. "About earlier, before we were interrupted by Mark."
"Naya…."
"I know, I know. I'm becoming like a talking Nazi and it's not cool, but I still think we need to sort whatever is going on between us out."
Heather nods slowly, so slowly Naya frowns at the action. "Like I said before, it's not complicated it's simple." She sets the clothes down on the end of Naya's bed before looking back up.
Naya wishes she could see it the way Heather does. To be able to just focus on the simplicity of it all, forget the harder side. But she can't. Her overactive mind won't let her and she fears Heather and her are on different chapters of the same book.
Shaking her head and covering her face with her hands, Naya breathes out. "It doesn't seem simple." She admits.
There's movement in the room and then Naya feels Heather's hand tickling up her arm, warm fingers wrap around her wrist a moment later and coax Naya's hands from her face. She's left staring at Heather who is smiling back so kindly it kind of hurts Naya's heart, there's understanding in those blue eyes but also, Naya notes, hesitation.
"You feel this?" Heather asks in a tentative tone, she pulls Naya's arm between them and slides her hand into Naya's. Entwining their fingers strongly. Naya's whole arm is immediately warmer and a soft hum of reassurance prickles through her body. "You feel this?" Heather repeats with a firmer voice. "This is simple."
Naya's hand is squeezed firmly and she responds to the gesture. It reminds her of the trailer, when she and Heather were about to kiss and how before they did they had clung to each other so tightly. Reassuring and seeking comfort at the same time. Much like now.
Heather's eyes are begging Naya to say something and there's a fear in them that makes Naya move her other hand to cup Heather's face. She's again initiating intimate contact, but as soon as Heather's lips ghost with a smile she doesn't care. Heather's just as unsure as she is; they're just seeing things differently.
Complicated verses simple.
"It's not hard, Naya." Heather adds quietly. "Please, don't think it is."
She doesn't want to, she really doesn't and with Heather standing so close and looking so lost, Naya does the one thing she knows she is good at; she kisses Heather.
It's quick, a brush of their lips and slight pressure and Heather doesn't even get the chance to respond in full that's how quick Naya makes it. But it not meant to linger. It's meant as a gesture of comfort, like how someone will pat your back in times of sadness or stress or even when they wish you good luck. Except Naya isn't wishing Heather good luck, she's silently trying to say what she can't seem too. And expressing what words really cannot.
Heather's smile grows, "just when I think you're about to zig you zag." She says. "It feels simple, right?"
She's asking for assurance again but at the same time she is also declaring her words and Naya's quick to respond.
"Kissing?"
"Being around you," Heather answers. "It's simple. I'm good at actions more then I'm like good at words, y'know? So it's easy and simple to just hang out with you. And, too kiss you amongst other stuff." She smiles again and it apples her cheeks.
Naya's hand runs to Heather's bare shoulder and the other one squeezes Heather's hand more securely. "The physical stuff is easy." Naya simplifies. Heather nods. "What about the emotional stuff?" Naya asks.
Heather's eyes fall to their joined hands. "I don't know." She hushes out.
Naya's stomach twists around unevenly and she leans closer. The fact that Heather doesn't dispute that there is in fact something emotional going on between them has Naya smiling, but Heather looks just about as unsure as she herself feels and it weighs heavily in Naya's chest. Maybe they're both on the same chapter, just different paragraphs.
"Maybe for the moment we should just focus on the physical stuff." Naya softly utters. She's more than aware of how dirty her words sound and apparently so is Heather because the dancer blushes instantly, a pink blush crawls up her neck and taints her cheeks.
Naya uses the moment to her advantage and let's go of Heather's hand. "I'm okay with giving simple a try." She adds. Dropping her hand that is on Heather's shoulder down to the hem of the towel she pinches the fabric between her fingers.
Heather's cheeks redden further.
"But you have to be okay as well," Hushes Naya, she ducks her head in an attempt to gain Heather's eyes and her other hand joins her first, lightly grazing the towel and by connection Heather's collarbone.
Heather's skin is cooling but still warm.
"We can give simple a try, and just focus on the physical side." Naya adds quietly. She's not entirely sure what she is suggesting, or really doing. But it's almost nice to forget her worry and confusion. It's nice to think simply and be in the moment, and with Heather in nothing but a towel, it's pretty easy to do so. Plus, Naya's certain she'd be better at expressing herself through actions, rather than words. Just like Heather.
She tugs on the towel lightly, not enough to undo it but just enough to gain Heather's full attention. "Simple, right?" Naya questions when Heather looks up.
With a noticeable swallow, Heather nods.
Naya moves closer, "you like kissing me?" She half asks half states. She wants to hear it again, confirm it.
Heather swallows a second time and bobs her head. It's almost endearing how speechless she is, and Naya smiles warmly.
"Good. Because I like kissing you too." She tugs on the hem of the towel again, before leaning closer. "Kissing is simple, right?"
"Right." Heather manages.
Naya's stomach is swirling nervously and she thinks it shows because her hands are actually shaking a little. Quivering every time she pinches the fabric of the towel between her fingers, and she breathes out slowly.
"If we kiss it's not complicated." Naya states.
Heather nods yet again, "no, not complicated."
"Simple." Naya reiterates and Heather attempts a smile.
"Simple."
Pinching the towel more firmly Naya tilts her head, Heather's smile comes easier and Naya is quick to lean forward. She's met halfway by Heather and with a gentle caress their lips meet. It could be described again as another comfort-kiss but Heather's arms slide easily around Naya's waist, and wrap around the actress strongly. It pulls Naya closer and she is forced to stop pinching the towel as their bodies become flush against one another. Instead, Naya cups Heather's cheeks and the before soft kiss turns firmer.
Lips move against lips urgently and Naya delights in the peppermint flavour Heather tastes like. She notes that Heather must have brushed her teeth during the time she took to shower; she also notes that she probably found a spare toothbrush in the bathroom cabinet, because Naya always keeps spare toothbrushes around. Only Kevin and Heather know about her secret stash of new toothbrushes and Kevin has teased her endlessly about it, Heather actually didn't say anything about it the first time she came across the shelf containing the brushes. Expect a genuine 'cool' and she had also grinned.
Naya had liked Heather's reaction over Kevin's light hearted teasing.
Deepening the kiss, Naya pushes her tongue past Heather's teeth. Tasting more of the peppermint toothpaste. She herself probably tastes like coffee.
Heather's arms pull Naya tighter and it sets Naya's skin on fire. Her whole body seems more awake the second she feels the soft pushing of Heather's body against her own, she doesn't even feel like she has a hangover anymore. She's just focusing on the throbbing between her legs and Heather's hot tongue sliding easily against her own. Moving her arms to wrap securely around Heather's neck Naya pushes forward, the action causes Heather to step backwards in order to support Naya's added weight and she smiles into the kiss.
Naya pushes forward again, and Heather is forced to accommodate by moving back a second time.
Breaking the kiss smoothly, Naya is quick to reattach her lips to Heather's neck. Her tongue flicks out to taste the soft skin and Heather wiggles on the spot. Naya changes tactics and instead sucks just over Heather's pulse point; she can smell the subtle scent of soap on Heather's skin and her own shampoo that Heather must have used. Only it smells different on Heather. It's more intoxicating.
Heather's arms hold Naya even tighter and she breathes out roughly, it's a small whimper that has the spot below Naya's stomach tightening pleasantly.
She kisses harder, trailing up Heather's neck slowly and yet needily and again she pushes into Heather.
Her goal is to move them closer to the bed and it works like a charm, because a moment later the backs of Heather's legs are hitting the end of Naya's bed. She reclaims Heather lips in a quick, almost hurried kiss before pulling back and gently pushing on Heather's shoulders. It's the type of push that allows the decision to come from Heather herself, not hard enough to knock Heather off balance and gentle enough so that if she wanted to Heather could just ignore the gesture.
She doesn't ignore it though and quite easily allows herself to fall backwards, a small smile playing at her lips.
The towel rises up Heather's thighs further from her position and Naya is quick to join her on the bed, crawling lightly over the bed sheets until she is beside Heather. Both her hands are either side of Heather's head and she hovers teasingly over the dancer. Heather looks beautiful. Naya's almost taken off guard at the sight and also at how her body reacts, it's sort of a blossoming feeling she gets in her chest, one that has her blushing purely out of want and something closely related to adoration. Fondness, perhaps.
She moves so that she is nestled closer against Heather, pressing into the dancer's body warmly and propping herself up on her elbow. Heather watches her. It's not staring, it's just watching and a part of Naya finds that calming. She smiles in response to Heather's unconscious action and with her hand not supporting her weight. Naya runs her fingers through Heather's hair. She combs down the length of the drying strands and continues further, allowing Heather's hair to fall against her neck and collarbone as she tickles a path to the hem of the towel.
"You're right," She breathes softly. Her fingertips dance on the edge of the towel before she moves to trail invisible lines down the length of Heather's arm. "This is simple." She states.
Goose bumps rise on Heather's arm as Naya continues her path down, she reaches Heather's hand and then starts on the way up.
"Told you." Heather lightly says. It is said so softly that Naya almost misses it over the pounding of her own heart.
It is simple though. The physical connection. Naya isn't sure why it's so simple, or why it feels so easy when it comes to kissing or touching Heather. But it does.
Perhaps it has something to do with how easy-going Heather is. As it is Naya knows she herself would feel all kinds of nervous about being in only a towel, it would be the kind of awkward feeling that makes her feel panicked. Panicked in the sense she'd be constantly worried about the fact she was naked and there was only a thin towel keeping her modest.
Heather on the other hand hasn't given away anything to suggest she feels uncomfortable. Well, except in the kitchen when Mark had walked in. But Naya doesn't really blame her. The whole cast is close…Just not that close. Naya thinks Heather would have blushed a little even if it had of been Dianna walking back in.
She knows she would have done.
Smiling at the thought, Naya dips her head forward and lands a tender kiss upon Heather's cheek.
Heather's eyes widen at the gesture and her own grin forms before she lifts her head from Naya's mattress, she leans up quickly and places her own kiss on Naya's jaw.
"Simple." She whispers with a sneaky little smile.
Naya lets a laugh leave her mouth quietly. The kind that is silent but one she can feel shaking her stomach.
Her eyes roam away from Heather's and down the girls' body, the towel clings to her fittingly and ends high up her thighs. Naya's glad Heather is tall. If only for the teasing view she's getting. She's also glad she insisted Heather took a shower.
Lifting her hand that had been trailing lines up and down Heather's arm Naya replaces it on Heather's abdomen. The towel is soft on her palm and through the fabric Naya can feel Heather's abs tense and then relax.
She's never seen Heather naked before.
Dressed in just her bra and track pants? Sure.
But not naked. Which Heather very much is under the towel.
She presses her palm firmer against Heather's abdomen, lightly pressing her fingers down until she can feel Heather's ribs. She can literally feel Heather's heart beating beneath her hand; the quick beats match her own.
She wants to kiss Heather again. The addictive need is overwhelming. It's almost as though she is a teenager again.
She also wants to unwrap Heather from her towel but common sense tells her that Mark is still in her apartment and although he probably wouldn't come in, she doesn't want to take the chance. Heather, on the other hand seems to have ideas of her own and Naya finds herself being coaxed backwards by eager hands.
She compliantly lies on her back and Heather kisses her quickly.
Swallowing Naya's shocked hum in the process.
Warm hands run down Naya's sides smoothly, brushing over her top and stopping near her hip bones. It leaves a burning trail that has Naya's own hands grabbing at Heather's shoulders and pulling her closer. So close that Heather practically lies onto of Naya. Not that Heather is complaining, Naya's body is warm and it heats her skin instantly. The earlier goose bumps that had started to form on her bare skin disappear and Heather pushes down against Naya harder.
It earns her another hum from the actress and she eagerly deepens the kiss, pushing her tongue past Naya's plump lips and battling lightly for dominance. She can feel Naya's hands grabbing at her hips and the feeling of the towel rising up a bit has her breath catching, it's only a small moment of pause but Naya is quick to take control of the kiss; tilting her head tryingly and flicking her tongue teasingly to the roof of Heather's mouth. It's an unexpected action that sends small shocks of pleasure straight down Heather's spine and she instinctively presses her lips harder against Naya's.
Naya replies to the firmer kiss by bucking her hips forward, it's strong and controlled and Heather's breathing hitches as Naya smiles into the kiss.
With another tilt of her head Naya's hands trail up Heather's sides and she forcefully flips them. The flip is done quickly. So quickly Heather hardly has time to register that she is now on her back, or that Naya has pulled back from the kiss to again track kisses across her jaw and down her neck. Naya's moving quickly, her breathing laboured and her hands firm and Heather's eyes shut tightly from the sensation of Naya's soft lips upon her skin. She doesn't think she's ever felt lips as soft as Naya's.
There's something about the kisses Naya gives that makes Heather feel secure, grounded, and out of control all at once.
She's kissed guys and girls before. Not many, but certainly enough in her short lifetime. And without doubt Naya has to be the most exhilarating kisser she's come across.
Maybe it's so exhilarating because they're best friends and co-workers. Or maybe it's heightened by the simple fact that neither of them knows what they're doing and so a part of it feels like a secret, and secrets are always exciting.
Naya hums again, this time against Heather's collarbone and it sends small vibrations straight between Heather's legs. She instinctively tangles her hands in Naya's hair, tugging on her to lift her head. Naya does. Patiently stopping her exploration of Heather's skin and licking her lips slowly.
If Heather had anything to say the words aren't leaving her mouth, so with a quick and hardly there smile she pulls Naya in for another kiss.
Naya is quick to comply and with a gentleness Heather isn't sure she's ever experienced before, Naya runs her hands back up her sides. It's a light touch but Heather feels it easily and her breath again hitches. It's not noticed and easily lost in the slow kiss Naya is directing. It's a kiss that has Heather keening her hips up and bunching Naya's shirt in her hands, desperately trying to get some friction.
Naya smiles into the kiss again and one of her wandering hands gently brushes over Heather's chest. With a gasp that doesn't break the kiss Heather pushes forward, signalling silently that she's okay with Naya's exploring touches. It's not like they haven't done this before. Well, only once before. And Heather wasn't wearing a towel but she's still more than okay with it.
Naya takes the response welcomingly and pulls away from the kiss to pepper a quick trail down Heather's neck and too her chest. The towel covers most of her chest but the part that is showing Naya claims instantly.
She's more than aware of how far the towel has risen up on Heather and without thinking too much, she moves her hand down. Tickling the showing skin on Heather's thigh.
"Mmmh," Heather breathes out. Naya grins against her skin and moves her hand higher, one of Heather's arms falls to the blanket and she grabs a handful of the silky fabric. She's holding on so tightly her knuckles turn white.
It makes Naya's stomach burn with passion and her heart jumps erratically. She loves that she has such a strong effect on Heather. It's a powerful and yet at the same time humbling feeling.
Kissing closer to the hem of the towel Naya lightly scratches her fingernails over Heather's thigh, moving her way to the inside of Heather's legs. She's still only halfway up Heather's thigh but Heather's soft exhale says a lot and Naya wants to tease the dancer for as long as possible. She wants to draw little sounds from Heather and then kiss her silent. She wants to feel Heather moving underneath her and watch when she shuts her eyes with a quiet gasp. She wants to taste every bit of Heather's skin and have Heather do the same to her.
It's an overwhelming feeling. One filled with want, desperation, need, affection and warmth and Naya is more than content letting her emotions run rampant. Even if emotions signify complication, she's okay with that for the moment because the act of touching Heather is simple.
It almost outweighs the complicated side.
Heather's hips move up in a small movement and Naya trails her fingernails higher. She returns to kissing Heather's neck, sucking over her pulse point and tryingly nipping at the sensitive skin. It pulls a quiet moan from Heather and so Naya bites down firmer, not hard, but enough to dance on that thin line between pleasure and pain.
Heather's response is instant and a breathy gasp leaves her mouth. It sets Naya's pulse racing.
"I wish Mark wasn't here…." She mumbles into Heather's neck, flicking her tongue out to soothe the bite.
Heather's hand bunches the sheets tighter and her other one grabs at Naya's hair, "You don't have a lock on your bedroom door?" She breathes out shakily.
Naya shakes her head, flattening her palm against Heather's thigh and squeezing. "I could get rid of him," She husks. "We could have the whole apartment to ourselves." She pulls back slightly but Heather pushes against the back of her head, keeping Naya's lips against her neck.
"W-we could just keep going…." She breathes. "He might not bother us."
Naya hums lowly, taking her time to kiss over Heather's pulse point. "He'd hear us, sweetie." She hushes.
Heather swallows, "I'm quiet."
"But I'm not." Naya says around another light nip, she feels Heather's laugh vibrate against her lips and regretfully she pulls back. Heather's watching her strongly, her blue eyes are dark and her pupils are dilated. "I'll get rid of him?"
Heather pouts, scrunching her face up. "You're really just going to leave me hanging?" She jokes.
Naya's quick to move her hand that little bit further up Heather's thigh, it causes Heather's pout to falter and she looks to Naya's hand.
Naya smiles, "I like teasing you." She whispers, she can still hear Mark banging about in the kitchen and it steadies her wandering touch. "But I'd like it a whole lot more if there wasn't a chance that Mark was going to barge through my bedroom door blindly."
Heather's hand loosens in Naya's hair and she licks her bottom lip.
Naya continues, "Plus I feel like pancakes and if I make them while he's here he'll end up staying the day."
"I make good pancakes." Heather states absently. It looks like she is thinking.
"Then let me get rid of him and we can make some, just the two of us." With a mischievous smirk Naya lifts her hand away from Heather's thigh and tucks back her own hair, it's a mess. "Pancakes…." She sing-songs lightly and Heather grins quickly at the word.
"Uh, fine." She relents, resting her head against the mattress.
Naya smiles and simultaneously bites her lip as she rolls into a sitting position and stands up, "Be right back."
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"Your coffee sucks." Mark grumbles the minute Naya steps into the kitchen. He's standing near the coffee maker with a mug in his hand and what looks like one of Lea's left over strawberries in the other.
Naya frowns, "I didn't make it. Dianna did." She defends.
Mark shrugs, "Well it tastes funny,"
"Add sugar."
"I have."
Shrugging herself, Naya walks further into the kitchen. Mark is wearing his pants now so she gives him an approving nod, "You find them alright?" She points to his jeans.
It's her attempt at small talk and Mark eagerly accepts, smirking around his half eaten strawberry.
"Yeah, they were shoved under the couch. My guess is things got wild and I stripped." He says casually.
Naya crosses her arms, "You don't remember anything from last night?"
She hadn't realised Mark had been so drunk. Although that was probably because she herself had ended up hugging the toilet bowl hopelessly.
She cringes from the memory and Mark takes a loud sip of his coffee.
"I remember bits and pieces, y'know. Like going up to the roof with Kev and I think at one stage I was doing handstands in the living room?" He says, posing the last bit as a question. Naya shrugs so he continues. "But other than that I have no clue. Means I partied right." He smirks.
Naya can't help but grin back. She honestly has no idea what half the glee cast got up to last night, she knows about Lea and Chris passing out on her bed and she also knows Dianna and Heather became sort of like the designated helpers of the night. I mean, they had practically carried Naya to the bathroom and she knows before that they were helping Lea and Chris. But Jenna sort of disappeared early on in the night and so did the others.
She kind of feels bad for getting so drunk, if only because she can't remember everything completely. It leaves an unsettling feeling in her stomach that comes with the knowledge that she's lost half her night. Although she supposes so has Mark and probably even Chris and Lea.
"Where's HeMo?" Mark asks loudly. It startles Naya from her thoughts and she glances back up, Mark's watching her over the rim of his coffee, much like Dianna had done earlier.
"Getting dressed." Naya answers quietly.
Mark lifts his head in a gesture that signifies he should have known the answer and he takes another noisy sip. "You need a shower." He states simply. "Your hair is a mess."
Resisting the urge to run her hands through her hair and smooth it down, Naya juts her jaw sideways. "Such a charmer."
Mark nods, mashing his lips together. "Mm, you know it." He tries for a wink but it just looks like some kind of twitch and Naya breathes out a laugh.
"As much as I love your charm, Mark. You should go home, shower, eat something other than Lea's strawberries and get some sleep. Your eyes are like completely red."
With his free hand Mark rubs at his eyes, "Yeah," he mumbles, "well since your coffee tastes horrible, I might go pay for one and grab something greasy while I'm at it." He smirks again before tipping his coffee down the drain and placing the mug on the sink upside down.
Naya nods slowly and Mark saunters past her.
"Have a shower." He adds before leaving the kitchen. The apartment's door clicks shut a moment later, signalling his exit and Naya runs her hands through her hair subconsciously.
It's not that bad. A bit tangled from Heather's earlier grip on it and there's a few knots from the night before, but apart from that she thinks it's okay.
Strong arms wrap around her from behind and the familiar warmth of Heather makes Naya grin.
"I like your hair out." Heather softly states, whispering near Naya's ear. "And don't go and shower, we haven't finished what we started."
With a soft hum of recognition Naya leans back, "I wasn't going too, and weren't we going to make pancakes?" She smiles when Heather places a tiny kiss below her ear.
"Mmmh, but I hadn't finished kissing you…." Heather's voice purrs out.
Naya's quick to turn around, wrapping her own arms around Heather's waist. She frowns when she sees Heather dressed in the baggy sweats and band t-shirt. "You got dressed." She knew Heather was going too, but a part of her misses the towel.
Heather nods, "I got cold." She states simply, she leans forward and brings Naya into a hug. It's a gesture Naya didn't expect and she finds herself smiling broadly as she returns the embrace.
Heather buries her head in the crook of Naya's neck and Naya's feels another tiny kiss being placed upon her skin, it's so soft it's really just a graze. She holds Heather tighter and another kiss meets her neck, firmer this time, bolder.
Heather smiles and Naya can feel it. It causes her to chuckle lowly within her throat and she pulls back from the embrace, only enough to see Heather's face.
"You don't want pancakes?"
Heather looks sideways in thought, "I do," she holds Naya tighter when the actress goes to move. "But afterwards."
Grinning, Naya places a quick kiss to Heather's lips. "Afterwards?"
"Mmmhm," Heather hums pushing Naya back until she bumps into the kitchen table. The wood surface digs into the small of her back lightly and Heather's hands grip her waist, clutching Naya's shirt between her fingers. She reconnects their lips hurriedly and Naya loses her breath when Heather's hands move lower, gripping her by the thighs and lifting her onto the table.
In order to stay balanced Naya's arms wrap around Heather's neck and she pinches her thighs around the dancers' slim waist. Effectively drawing Heather closer.
They break the kiss with a wet 'pop' and Naya breathes in deeply.
Heather however hardly takes a proper breath before she is eagerly and skilfully kissing Naya's neck, alternating between butterfly kisses and soft sucks. The different sensations combined have Naya tilting her head back, allowing Heather all the access she needs.
"I should lock the door." Naya breathes out.
Heather's lips are quick to find hers and instantly they stop anymore words from escaping.
"He's gone, right?" She mumbles against Naya's mouth. Naya nods. "Then it's fine."
"But…." With another breath out Naya squeezes Heather's hips, pushing her back a fraction and breaking the kiss again. "He might walk back in." She reasons around her heavy breathing.
Heather looks almost sceptical and puffs out her cheeks in a gesture of thought. "I'm gunna take my chances," she states before leaning into Naya heavily and pushing her backwards.
With a shocked gasp, Naya finds herself lying flat on her back. Her legs hang over the table's edge and Heather effortlessly climbs up and straddles her waist.
It's a bold movement and one that has Naya eager for more.
She barely even has time to adjust to her new position before Heather is kissing her again, hungrily and wetly. Blonde hair falls about Naya's face and blocks out the outside world, all she can focus on is Heather. Heather's kisses, Heather's warm skin, Heather's roaming hands.
She rolls her hips up and it lifts Heather in the process, she feels Heather smiling into the kiss a moment later.
"This is okay right?" Heather says against Naya's lips. Her breath is hot and smells like peppermint.
Naya nods immediately, "Of course." She declares.
"Being on the table, I mean." Heather clarifies needlessly.
Naya grabs the back of Heather's neck and pulls her closer, kissing her languidly and drawing a soft moan from her.
Apparently it's enough to convince Heather because a beat later her warm hands are running up Naya's sides, dipping effortlessly under Naya's shirt and skimming over her ribs. Naya leans up into the touch and Heather presses firmer, moving higher until she's cupping Naya's breasts wantonly. The lacy fabric of Naya's bra is soft against her palms and when Naya keens forward it pushes her chest more firmly against Heather's hands.
There's a gasp that could have been either one of them and then Heather pushes her hips down, the friction has Naya tilting her head back and the kiss is broken quickly.
When Heather starts kissing her neck again Naya's body flushes warmly, Heather's kisses are soft and unlike Naya she prefers to place lighter pecks rather than hungry bites. It's a nice difference and one that is surprising to Naya, so much so that when Heather does graze her teeth over Naya's pulse point it makes her moan near embarrassingly loud. She practically holds Heather in place and obligingly Heather gives Naya's neck her full attention, sucking and kissing with such skill that Naya thinks it should be illegal.
"God," Naya groans out when Heather's hands slide back down her stomach, slender fingers grab at Naya's jeans and she tugs on the belt.
She stops her movements a moment later when the loud sound of someone's phone ringing pierces through the room, lifting her head with a quick flip of her hair Heather looks around. Naya's eagerly trying to pull Heather back down but the dancer sits up further; a concentrated expression on her face.
"What's that?" She asks.
Naya pulls on Heather's arms pleadingly, "It's my phone, ignore it."
"It's so loud." Heather exclaims, resisting Naya's tugs.
"It's fine, just ignore it." She begs, licking her lips quickly.
Heather still looks determined. "Is it important?"
"Haven't answered it. Don't care." Naya states before sitting up, the action makes Heather lean backwards more and Naya quickly grabs her hips to keep her from falling. "Seriously, ignore it." She instructs. She really doesn't care who is ringing her. Not with Heather on top of her, or really, sitting on her lap.
Her phone stops ringing and for a strange moment all Heather does is stare at Naya, not in a rude way, perhaps one that suggests she isn't sure how they both ended up on the kitchen table groping each other. Because, although Heather may have initiated it, things did move quickly and even Naya is breathing like she's run a marathon.
"Earth to Heather," Naya chuckles, "you alright, you've gone really still."
Blinking, Heather smiles softly. There's something behind her eyes that Naya finds interesting, an emotion she can't quite place. One that feels like it would be exhilarating and scary if ever put into words. But the way Heather portrays the emotion is gentle and almost unknowing. It's like Naya can literally see a part of Heather that even the dancer herself isn't aware of and it makes Naya's heart balloon with affection.
She smiles back just as softly and Heather raises her hand to push back Naya's messy hair, tucking the dark strands behind Naya's ear securely.
"I left a…," She lightly runs the pad of her finger over Naya's neck, pointing to the forming bruise. "I left a mark." She whispers.
Naya glances instinctively to Heather's neck as well, there's a small bruise forming over her pulse point and mirroring Heather she runs her finger lightly across the mark.
"Yeah, me too." She says quietly before pointing to a second mark, "and another."
Heather laughs and it shakes her body. Naya grins wider and with a strong grip slides her hands around to the small of Heather's back, supporting her further.
She keeps getting the irrational fear that Heather is going to fall backwards, so when Heather wraps her arms around the back of her neck, Naya feels more confident.
She's never made out on her kitchen table before and she is weirdly pleased it's with Heather. It seems normal, like when you're a teenager and anywhere is a good place to start macking on someone. She thinks it's probably got something to do with how worked up she is, because honestly, Heather being in just a towel earlier was more than Naya could handle.
With a tilt of her head Heather moves forward, although before she can kiss Naya the ringing starts up again.
Naya throws her head back with light hearted annoyance and Heather chuckles.
"You should probably answer it." She suggests.
Naya really doesn't want too, but before she can say that Heather is sliding off her lap and back onto the ground, so with reluctance Naya hops down off the table as well.
She's quick to grab her phone from its position near Mark's upturned mug and sparing Heather an apologetic glance she answers the stupid device.
"What?"
"Nice way to answer the phone, but a hello would have done fine." Dianna lightly replies.
Naya runs a hand through her hair, "Sorry, I was…, busy. Why are you calling me? You practically just left."
There's noise on the other end and Naya can hear the heavy breathing of Dianna's dog Arthur, before Dianna herself speaks again.
"I felt bad for leaving so quickly this morning, I didn't even offer to help you clean up or anything. So I just wanted to call and I suppose apologize for that."
Naya squints in thought and from near her Heather pulls out a small frying pan from the cupboard, on her way past she mouths 'pancakes' and gives Naya a quick grin.
It makes Naya's heart dip happily, "you didn't just call to apologize, did you?" She asks Dianna suspiciously. Heather looks up from the stove interestedly.
"Of course I did." Dianna defends.
Naya shakes her head, "Is this about the talk we had before you left, because if so, now's not a good time."
"It's not. But while we're on that subject…."
"Di, seriously? Let it go for one second." Heather raises her eyebrows in curiosity and Naya directs her next words to the dancer, "It's nothing, don't worry about it."
"Who are you talking to?" Questions Dianna with a slow tone.
"Heather."
"She's still there?"
"Yeah, we're…. We're making pancakes." Naya hears Dianna laugh gently. The kind of laugh that is almost a coo, like when someone laughs at something a puppy does but at the same time they find it adorable. It makes Naya blush and she's not even sure why but she looks to Heather unconsciously, following the blondes' movements as she puts the packet pancake mix into a small bowl.
She hadn't even realized Heather had grabbed the pancake mix.
Dianna breathes in slowly, "should I ask why you sounded out of breath when you answered your phone?"
It's done in a teasing manner but Naya just feels put on the spot and with a laugh that is strained she grips the phone tighter, "Funny." She manages, "I wasn't out of breath."
Heather again sends her a questioning glance and Naya shakes her head.
"You were a little out of breath."
"Mmmh."
Again there's noise from Arthur and then Dianna breathes in, "Say hi to Heather for me, and Naya?"
"Yeah?"
"When you're ready to talk…. Anytime. Just say so."
Naya smiles genuinely and rolls her eyes in a friendly gesture, "thanks, Di."
"Anytime," Dianna assures, "Enjoy your pancakes."
"Of course." With quiet 'bye' from Dianna, Naya hangs up.
Heather is quick to speak, "I'm guessing that was Dianna." She grins and Naya places her phone into the back pocket of her jeans.
"Bingo."
"Everything okay?" Heather inquires. She's mixing the pancake batter slowly.
"Everything is fine, Dianna's just being nosy."
"As in?"
"As in suggesting things," Naya explains with a light voice, she walks closer to Heather and dips her finger into the pancake mix. "I told you she was onto us." She adds in a mock paranoid voice, she sucks the raw batter from her finger and Heather stops stirring.
"She hasn't said anything to me."
Grimacing at the taste of the raw batter, Naya licks her lips. "She probably will soon, I swear it's become her mission or something."
Heather smiles and then sucks her lips into her mouth in concentration. She stares at the thick batter before slowly attempting to pour a small circle into the pan, "Do you want strawberry pancakes? Lea left her strawberries here."
Naya shrugs but Heather doesn't see it so she speaks up, "I'm good either way, you choose."
Heather hums and then pops her lips intentionally, "Strawberry pancakes it is then."
TBC