Authors Note: Hi guys! Sorry for the long wait! I had trouble writing the smut part of this fic… It's finally here! I had to get my friend to help me write it (Thank you Logan!) I've discovered while writing this fic, that writing long stories like this is not for me at all! So after I'm done with this, I don't think there will be anymore stories unless they are short and I'm in the creative mood! But thank you all for waiting and I hope you enjoy the rest!
Heather replayed the kiss in her head over and over on her way home. It didn't seem real. The more times it played in her head, the more it seemed like a dream. But of course it wasn't. Naya had actually kissed her on that floor. Heather had mixed feelings about it. She really did like Naya a lot, but she had never felt this way about a girl before, and what about Taylor? She continued to think as she walked into her apartment. She wasn't surprised when she walked in the door of her small apartment to find Taylor in the same position he was when she left earlier in the day, but now he was fast asleep. She shook his shoulder to wake him up and led him toward the bed. She sat him down and headed to the closet so she could change.
"Taylor, tomorrow I don' want you to have anything to drink. We need to have a serious talk about our future. I mean a real grown up talk. I need to tell you things, and I need you to be sober to-" She pulled an old t shirt over her head and turned around to see Taylor already asleep again. She slid into the small full sized bed next to him, and fell asleep with thoughts of Naya's lips still on her mind.
Heather woke up to the smell of beer, a smell that was very familiar to her. She rolled over to her clock sitting on the small nightstand next to her bed, 12:20pm. All the excitement over the kiss last night must have made her exhausted, but she was grateful that her body let her sleep in. She got up out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen where she found Taylor on his same spot on the couch, his 4th beer of the day already in his hand, the other 3 cans were either on the floor or the coffee table where his feet also were.
"Taylor, I told you not to drink anything today. I need you to stay sober so we can have a serious talk!" She swatted at his feet to get them off of the coffee table.
He took them off to replace them on the couch, lying down with his face turned toward the television that was permanently on ESPN.
"When did you tell me that?"
"Last night when I took you to bed"
An evil smile came upon his face and looked up at Heather for the first time that day
"Dirty"
"Taylor, grow up" She said disgustingly
"Hemo, you know after 7pm I don't remember anything that happens to me."
"Just stop drinking now, you seem sober enough. Let me get dressed and then we can talk.
She went back to their shared room and got ready for the day, but when she came out she found Taylor in his usual spot. He hadn't moved and he hadn't stopped drinking either
"Taylor, I just asked you to stop drinking. Don't you ever listen to me?"
"Why should I listen to you? All you do is yell at me all the time! I deserve some respect!" His voice started to rise.
"Why should you deserve any respect Taylor?" she was getting angrier by the second "Because you still here all day and drink and watch TV while I go out and try to keep us to keep us in this shitty apartment? Is that why I should respect YOU? That's all you do all day, nothing. I might respect you when you make an effort to go out and find a job, or just stop drinking all damn day!"
She leaned over him to grab the half empty beer can out of his hand. She had it in her grasp, but immediately dropped it when Taylor's hand hit her face in response to loosing his drink. Heather let out a small gasp then held her hand over the spot where he had just hit her and stared at his helpless face. Taylor stood up off the couch to face Heather who had turned away so he couldn't see her tear up.
"Heather, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, it was a reflex-"
"Save it, Taylor" She held in her tears as she grabbed her purse and slammed the door behind her.
The only person she could think to call was Naya. She reached into her pocket, where she remembered she pulled the folded up napkin with her number on it. She dialed the number holding back her tears.
"Hey Naya, It's Heather."
"Hi Heather! Are you okay?" The sound of Naya's voice instantly gave her comfort.
"Um, not really, could you just come get me or meet me somewhere? I just really need someone right now."
"Of course! I can come pick you up right now!"
10 minutes later Naya drove to Heather's apartment complex where she saw the poor girl sitting on the curb in front of her building She parked the car and ran out to make sure the blonde was okay. The first thing Heather did when Naya approached her was grabbing her and held her close. Letting her tears drop into the crook of Naya's neck. In return Naya stroked her long blonde hair to comfort her. It felt good hugging Naya, and she felt comfortable in her arms.
"What happened?" Naya asked as they let go. She looked at Heather's face and wiped away a tear running down her bright red cheek.
"Taylor-He hit me."
"He what? Where is he? Do we need to call the cops?"
"No, I'm fine. He was just drinking as usual. Can we just leave? I just need to get out of here."
"Yes of course! I know exactly where I'll take you." Naya smiled suspiciously.
Naya brought Heather to her favorite place in LA, the Century City mall. The massive shopping complex was the perfect place to cheer up Heather. Naya took Heather to her favorite store, Michael Kors. Heather knew she couldn't afford the cheapest thing in the store, but she appreciated Naya's effort to make her feel better. They went to H&M next, where Heather could actually afford to buy something. As soon as they walked into the store, Heather spotted a pink and white sweater and immediately approached it.
"That's really cute! You should try it on!" Naya suggested. Heather grabbed the right size and continued to search the store with Naya. They found a few more items before waiting in the long line for the dressing rooms. They finally reached the beginning of the line.
"Are you two friends?" The saleswoman asked out of breath.
Heather and Naya were caught off guard by the woman's question.
"Um, yes we are!" Naya answered with a smile to Heather.
"Do you two mind sharing the handicapped dressing room? You only have a few things and we have a massive line."
The girls looked at each other and shrugged
"I'm okay if she's okay with it."
"Yeah, that's fine!" Heather agreed with hesitation.
"Thanks so much! It's the last one on the right."
They walked down to the dressing room and locked the door behind them. Heather nervously smiled at Naya while she put down her sweater and another dress she had found. Naya took no time to take off the shirt she was wearing and replace it with the new one she picked out. She had turned around with her back facing Heather, but Heather couldn't help but stare a her, imagining herself softly touching her back, but snapped out of it when Naya turned around to her with the new shirt on.
"What do you think?" She turned to look at her self in the mirror and then back at Heather.
"It's cute! I like it!"
"Well don't be shy! Try yours on! I'm sure that dress will look great on you!"
Heather cautiously removed her shirt and pants to put the dress over her head.
"Can you zip it?" she asked Naya who was trying not to gaze at the half naked Heather. She came up behind her and zipped the dress to the top and smoothed out the dress from the top to above Heather's bottom. Heather turned her head to show off the dress.
"How do I look?" She twirled and the dress blew open at the bottom.
"Stunning."
With their H&M purchases in hand, they headed back to Naya's car in the crowded parking lot. Heather stopped before they got in the car.
"Naya, can we just go to your place for a while? I don't think I'm ready to face Taylor yet.
"Did you really think I was going to take you back there anytime soon?" Heather smiled to Naya as they hopped in her car and took the long route back to Naya's.
Once they arrived, Heather sat down on the couch and Naya headed to the kitchen.
"Do you want anything to drink? Wine?" She smiled as she remembered the last time she and Naya had wine together.
"No thanks, I think I'm done with alcohol for a little while."
Naya brought her a glass of water and sat down next to her.
"Are you sure you're okay? Retail therapy only lasts as long until you take the tags off." Naya tried to joke, but Heather was not in a joking mood.
"I'll be okay. But I thought for some reason Taylor could change but I guess not. I used to be in love with him, and I thought he loved me back and when you love someone you have to change for them. But it doesn't seem like he wants to change, even for me." Heather took a sip of the water to calm her nerves.
"This might sound ironic, but when he hit me, it really knocked some sense into me. Why am I trying to help a man that won't help himself? I keep giving him my money to go buy the alcohol, it's like I'm encouraging him to keep up the habit."
"You should leave him." Naya placed her hand on top of Heather's, which was resting on her leg. "You should leave him for good."
"That seems like the hardest part. Without me he doesn't have anything. He doesn't have a job; he barely talks to his family anymore. I'm all he has."
"Well he obviously doesn't realize how special you are Heather. And if he doesn't realize that by now, he doesn't deserve your help."
Naya looked down at her own glass of water, and then looked Heather right in the eyes.
"Heather, I-"
"I think I know what you're going to say." Heather cut her off.
"Do you really?" Naya was very puzzled. "Did you think I was going to tell you that I might like you as more than a friend? Did you know I was going to tell you that when you walked into the audition room for the first time, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes on? Because all of that is true. I know it may sound crazy, when we've only known each other for a few days, but these past few days were the best days I've had in a long time. And when I kissed you for the first time, it was like no one I have kissed before. And I don't know about you, but I've never had feelings like this for a girl before and it's freaking me out"
She looked up at Heather who had a single tear falling down her face. "And please tell me I'm not the only one feeling like this."
"That was exactly what I thought you were going to say."
Heather leaned in and pushed a piece of Naya's hair behind her ear and looked her straight in the eyes.
"And I feel the same. I thought I just really admired you, and you're confidence, but when we kissed it was-" she struggled to find the perfect word to describe it.
"Magic?" Naya answered for her
"Yes, like magic. And it was weird at first, you know liking a girl like this, but it doesn't matter if you are girl. And I want to be with you. I don't want to be with Taylor anymore. I just want you."
"Then you should tell him. You can't leave him without an explanation. I would feel awful about it and I'm sure you would too, given your history."
"I will, but I can't do it yet." Heather couldn't take her eyes off her.
"Why not?"
"Because I have to do this first."
Heather pressed her lips against Naya's.
Naya leaned into the kiss, and she could feel her- she felt Heather's whole body moving with hers, her breathing, her heartbeat- and she found it very difficult to break the kiss and say what she felt she needed to:
"Look, Heather. I really want to do this. Like, you have absolutely no idea. But I think you should at least talk to Taylor first. I'm here for you, of course, but I don't want to help you do anything you'll regret later. Okay?"
Heather looked deep in thought for a moment, and then turned away from Naya to grab her phone from her purse. She dialed Taylor's number, having no idea what she would say. Heather thought perhaps he would come out of his drunken stupor to talk to the girl he had just bitterly disappointed, but she overestimated him- it went to voicemail. She waited through the recorded voice on the other end before hanging up. She couldn't do it. Not like this. She breathed a sigh; half of relief and half of apprehension then hung up the phone.
"What happened? Why did you hang up?" said Naya, reaching over to brush Heather's hair out of her face.
"I can't do it over the phone. It's not right for either of us. " Heather took a deep breath, looked at the woman across from her, and knew that she wanted this, she wanted Naya Rivera. "Right now all I want to think about is this." She breathed as she went in for another long, slow kiss.
Naya's mouth opened slightly and their tongues found each other, not rejecting any of the blonde's actions. Heather was surprised- normally she hated using tongue. All the boys she'd been with had big, sloppy tongues that she just found annoying, but the way Naya's gently darted between her lips was like no one she'd ever been with. They pressed their bodies close, and entirely different sensations coursed through their skin.
Heather's hands moved from Naya's back, exploring her curves and her soft, brown skin. She wanted more, she wanted to feel everything. As if she'd been speaking out loud, Naya slowly lifted her shirt, exposing her abs and her black bra. Heather did the same- she was amazed at how real this felt- not like when she had to kiss her friend Bailey during Truth or Dare in the seventh grade, not like any fantasy or anything she had ever imagined. It was just them, and their bodies, together.
"What do you say we move to the bedroom?" Naya asked, a mischievous gleam in her eye. Heather didn't even have to say anything, she just nodded as Naya took her hand and led her through the double doors into her room. Skirts and jeans came off and hit the walls, forgotten before they slid down to the floor. Heather was still in awe of Naya's tongue, now kissing down her jaw and teasing the soft, pale skin of her neck.
In their underwear, lying on the bed, it was obvious where things were headed. Still, both were timid, their hands staying above the waist, seemingly waiting for the other to be bold and take the next step. Heather looked up through thick blond lashes at Naya, not knowing what to do next. That's when Naya began to kiss down her neck, to her chest. Heather instinctively rose a little, allowing Naya's hands to unclasp her bra and ease it away from her supple breasts. Her nipples sent little pulses of electricity through her every time Naya's tongue or fingers trailed over them, making her arch her back in pleasure. She let out a small gasp as Naya moved on from her breasts, down her well-defined stomach.
Naya lifted her head and paused for a moment. She looked into Heather's eyes, and once again a small nod was all that was necessary. Naya slowly kissed her way down Heather's long torso before stopping at her delicate thong. She tugged the leopard print fabric down until Heather could feel Naya's warm breath on her thigh as she kissed the inside. Her tongue eventually made its way down to the warm wetness between her legs. She kissed its edges and felt Heather's back arch up as she let slip the softest moan of pleasure. Eventually Heather settled in to a comfortable position as Naya found a steady rhythm with her tongue. Heather started to breathe heavily as she felt the pressure building up inside. Her arms reached down and she ran her fingers through Naya's hair pushing her mouth ever closer until she felt a surge of relief released by a loud moan.
"Na-Nayaaaaaaaaaa"
Naya looked up at Heather with a smile and climbed on top of her once again kissing her mouth. Naya motioned to Heather to return the favor, but she had another idea. She made her way down Naya and tenderly pushed one finger inside of, causing Naya to throw her head back in pleasure. With a sheepish laugh Heather looked up,
"I'm glad I filed my nails yesterday."
Naya giggled at the though, relaxed her muscles and allowing Heather to inset another finger. The two lovers maintained eye contact staring deeply into each other as Naya felt her orgasm creeping up on her. Now it was her turn to yell out Heather's name as hands, bodies, eyes and lips entangled for a final time. The two girls cuddled in the king size bed staring into each other's eyes.
It seemed like they have been in the bed for hours just lying there, bodies intertwined. Occasionally their lips met for a passionate kiss. Finally, Naya spoke.
"That was amazing, Heather. You are amazing."
"You helped too!"
Naya couldn't resist but to grab her cheeks and kiss her face. Heather giggled at the playful wet kisses she was receiving. Naya pulled back and stared into her ocean blue eyes.
"I want you to stay here, forever. And by here, I mean in my bed." Naya smiled and pushed a strand of hair that was falling over Heather's eye out of her face. She wanted to look at it for eternity with no distractions.
"Why would I ever leave? This, right now, is paradise."
Naya sat up at the scary reminder that prevented them from going any further with their relationship.
"You know, Taylor. I bet he's worried about you." She adjusted the pillows behind her. Heather moved with her, placing her head on Naya's stomach, looking up at her and playing with the bottom of Nay's dark wavy hair.
"If he was worried about me, he wouldn't be drunk and not answer his phone. And I told you before; I'm leaving him for something way better. You."
Naya smiled then kissed Heather's pink lips.
This was bliss. Heather did not want to move. Everything in that moment was perfect, until she started to think about Taylor. How was she going to tell him? Not only was she breaking up their romantic relationship, she was probably going to loose him as a friend. She looked up at Naya who was trying not to fall asleep, and she was reminded who she was giving it all up for. Heather poked Naya's cheek and her head popped up with confusion.
"I'm so tired! You wore me out!" Naya said sliding down back into the bed and turning on her side so Heather could wrap her arms around her body. Heather tried to find Naya's hand under the covers, to hold on to her while they were sleeping. Her hand maneuvered under the warm blanket searching for Naya's. The first thing she felt was her pinky. Heather extended her own and wrapped it around Naya's. She never wanted to let go.
