Dianna's arm is wrapped around Naya, pulling her in closer. Smiling, Naya rests her head on Dianna's shoulder. She folds her legs underneath her and takes Dianna's hand.
They're watching a horror movie Naya doesn't even remember the name of. Sometimes, she's convinced that Dianna owns about every questionable movie ever released. She has to admit that there are moments where she genuinely doesn't see something coming, but they're rare.
However, she knows how much Dianna digs it when she can protect her girlfriend and comfort her. So she makes sure to jump up at the right times, to bury her face in the nape of Dianna's neck, to tighten her hold, to shake slightly. Hey, she's a good actress.
And it doesn't even matter that Dianna knows it.
Later that evening, they're both having a cup of coffee before bed. It's a habit of Naya's that Dianna has taken over without fully realizing it.
"So, about that holiday," Dianna begins tentatively. "Where were you thinking of going?"
"I was thinking that maybe we could go to Vancouver," Naya smiles. "Telly's going to be there, along with Patrick and Courtney. They have their own manse and we don't have to leave it if we don't want to. It'll be just us - well, with them there, of course."
"So I can get my Charlie on?" Dianna asks, teasingly copying Santana's style.
"Sure. I mean, they don't even have to know. They can just think you're wearing boy's clothes because it's more comfortable."
"That sounds great," Dianna says, sounding excited. "God, I can't wait to leave."
"Me neither. I'll call Telly tomorrow to tell him we're tagging along anyway."
"What do you mean, 'anyway'?"
"He'd asked before, but I wasn't sure when I was having meetings for my albums yet, so I'd declined."
"I still can't believe you're actually going to be recording your very own album," Dianna grins. She moves over to Naya and wraps her in a tight hug, making sure to press her hips into her girlfriend's. "But God knows you deserve it and you sure have the talent."
Naya gives Dianna a peck before playfully swatting her ass. "Come on, Charlie, let's get to bed."
Dianna wiggled her eyebrows. "Do you mean…"
Naya rolled her eyes. "Sure. Apparently, we haven't had enough sex today. I'm going to be so fucking sore tomorrow I'll be surprised if I'll find myself able to walk."
"Then don't walk," Dianna shrugs. "I'll come over to your place for your lawn and those other chores. You can just relax, read a bit or troll the internet with hot pictures of your delightful ass."
"Oh, so now you want to share my ass?"
Dianna lets her hand wander to the subject of converation, squeezing it softly. "Even if they get to see it, they'll never get to see it naked and they sure as hell won't get to touch it the way I do. It'd just be fun to see them flailing over it."
Naya rolls her eyes. "You're unbelievable sometimes, Charlie. We'll go over to my place tomorrow, but I'm going to see if I can work on some songs. I want to be prepared before I go talk to some people I'm meeting."
It's rare for Naya to be the one waking up first, but she doesn't really mind. She turns lightly to look over her shoulder and leans in to give Dianna a soft peck, making sure not to wake her up.
She slips out of the bed quietly, making her way to the ensuite bathroom to brush her teeth. When she goes back to bed, she crawls in behind Dianna, spooning her.
She throws back the blanket and smiles at the goosebumps immediately rising. Dianna shivers, shifts a little, but remains asleep. Naya lets her eyes wander over her girlfriend's body, licking her lips - the blonde is only wearing a pair of boxer shorts.
She reaches forward and places her hand on her hip tentatively. She barely moves her fingers, delighted to find Dianna's breath faltering. She drags her index and middle finger slowly upwards over her side, watching Dianna's body react without the blonde even knowing it. When she reaches the side of her breast, she places the two fingers right under it, then slides them down to her hip again. She repeats the motion a few times, ever so slowly dragging her fingers over Dianna's flushed skin - rubbing her index finger right under her breast each time she passes it. She looks on in admiration as Dianna's nipples stiffen.
After a few times, she allows her fingers to wander over her girlfriend's taut stomach. She lets them graze over the hard abs, biting her lip in an attempt to keep her breating under control. She moves her hand from the hem of the boxer shorts all the way up to her sternum and down again.
When she looks up, she notices how Dianna's eyes flutter. Dianna grins lazily, encouraging Naya to continue. Naya licks her lips and moves her hand to Dianna's back. She presses the palm in the dip of her lower back, the tips of her fingers sliding under the hem of the boxers. She makes sure to apply enough pressure to elicit a sharp intake of breath on Dianna's part.
She scoots back to allow her hand to trail upwards, then down again, giving an extra push with the palm of her hand once her fingers have slipped inside the boxers. Dianna's hips are moving, desperate for another kind of contact, so Naya's fingers frolic over to the other side, resting just below her navel, pressing down. Dianna can't fight the moan escaping her lips.
Naya moves her hand lower until she reaches the hem of the boxers and slides it inside, cupping her girlfriend's sex. She grins when she feels how wet she is and teasingly moves her middle finger from the bottom to the top of her slit and down again.
"Ugh," Dianna grunts, pressing her hips into Naya's hand. "Please."
"Please what?" Naya whispers, dipping her finger inside but barely touching Dianna. She moves it up in a long stroke until she reaches her clit.
"Please, fuck me," Dianna hisses. "Don't… don't be a tease."
"As you wish," Naya grins. She spreads Dianna's lips and flicks her middle finger over her clit in short, hard strokes. Dianna is moving along with her, making noises that tell Naya how much she approves. She rakes her short nails over the short flesh before twisting her finger so that the strokes go in what she calls the 1-o'clock-direction.
Dianna is close - Naya hears it in the soft sounds, the labored breathing and sees it on her face. She quickly slips her middle finger inside, accompanying it with a second one, and rubs her clit with the pad of thumb. Dianna gasps and grips Naya's wrist, pushing her in deeper. Naya pumps in and out at a steady pace, curling her fingers to hit that stop.
"Sweet Jesus!" Dianna cries out. Her moans come from deep within her throat and with a loud, final cry she comes.
Naya slows the movements of her hand and extracts her fingers, earning her a whimper from Dianna. After a few final strokes with her thumb, she lets go entirely and crawls up to her girlfriend. "Good morning," she whispers in her ear, biting down on it softly.
"Aren't you going to bring Arthur?" Naya frowns as she gets in the car.
Dianna shakes her head, getting in behind the wheel. "No, I'm going to mow the lawn and he's scared of the machine."
"Oh, okay. You know you can bring him anytime, right? I mean, the poor baby must feel so locked up in your apartment."
Dianna rolls her eyes, but smiles all the same. "He'll be just fine. He's used to it, you know. And it's not like I'm going to stay in that apartment forever."
Naya frowns as Dianna turns onto the street. "I didn't know you were planning on moving," she says slowly.
Dianna shrugs. "I never meant to stay there. I bought the flat knowing that I'd move out some day. I think I'm going to look out for a house - I'd love to have a garden, grow my own vegetables, you know the deal."
"And where would you buy this house?"
"Oh, I don't know. Somewhere in L.A. I guess."
Naya plays with the hem of her shirt nervously. "Charlie…"
"Hm?" Dianna asks, not looking up but instead focusing on the traffic. As always in LA, it's hell to get through.
"I'm thinking… why don't you, you know, move in with me? My house is large enough for the two of us, and your dogs are used to it."
Dianna now quickly turns her head and smiles reassuringly. "Are you sure?"
Naya sighs. "Yeah. I mean, it's not like we're moving too soon or anything I don't think. We've been together for a little over a year now. But if you think it's too soon, that's fine," she hastily added. "If you rather get your own place, it's no big deal."
"No, I'd love to move in," Dianna counters. "The more I think about it, the more I love the idea."
"When were you thinking of moving?"
"No idea, really. I mean, I thought I'd have to find a place first, so I was going to put it off until the wrapping of next season, but if I can move in with you I can put my place up for sale tomorrow - unless you want more time to prepare or something."
"No, it's fine. Wow. We're going to live together," she beams.
Dianna chuckles. "Well, it won't be that much different. We'll just have one place to clean instead of two."
"Shit," Naya curses, jumping back from the sink, quickly switching the tap.
"What is it?" Dianna asks, coming in from the other room.
"I don't know, something with the sink. I'm going to change into a new shirt - can you take a look at it later?"
"Sure."
Naya is propped against the kitchen island, appreciating her girlfriend to the fullest. Dianna is on her knees, a toolbelt around her waist that she's only really wearing because she knows that Naya thinks it's sexy, her ass in the air.
"You perving on my ass again?" Dianna asks, her voice slightly distorted.
Naya grins. "You bet I am, Assgron."
Dianna belts out a throaty laugh and wiggles her ass for effect. Naya groans. "Fuck, you're so hot."
"Exactly what do you think you're doing?" Dianna asks, squiting her eyes as Naya passes her innocently.
"Just taking out the trash."
"You're not. Gimme."
Naya rolls her eyes. "Charlie, I'm perfectly fine taking out the trash."
"No, that's my job. Now get your fine ass inside and for god's sake, relax."
"Don't do it, when you want to go to it - Relax," Naya starts singing.
"Dork", Dianna scoffs.
Naya wiggles her hips as she continues. "Don't do it, when you want to come."
"Oh, I want to come," Dianna says suggestively.
Naya playfully swats her arm. "Who's the dork now?"
Later that afternoon, Dianna's in the garden, mowing the lawn. The sun is relentless. Naya looks at her from her bedroom window, sipping from her drink. She thinks back to how she smeared sun milk all over Dianna's body earlier, the worried girlfriend in her taking over. She loves taking care of her - well, in this case - man. Her eyes follow her girlfriend intently as she moves around, admiring the muscles. She's sporting that totally hot white wife beater and a checked pair of boxer shorts. It makes Naya weak in the knees.
She sets her glass down and goes downstairs to join her girlfriend. She holds her hand above her eyes, protecting them from the sun.
Dianna looks up and smiles when she sees her. When Naya reaches her, she places a hand on her biceps.
"Are you thirsty?"
Dianna gives her that look.
"For a drink," Naya emphasises.
"No, I'm fine, maybe later."
Naya pulls Dianna in for a scorching kiss, surprising her girlfriend. She presses their bodies together and moans into the kiss when she feels the hardness between Dianna's legs.
As she lets go, she gets an idea. She knows just how to thank her gentleman.
Dianna enters the living room, finding a tray with sandwiches and a glass of lemonade on the living room table. There's a note next to it.
Charlie -
enjoy these, I'll be with you any minute ;)
xoxo Naya
The towel Dianna was about to use to wipe the sweat from her neck drops with a soft thud.
"Good thing you got rid of that one, stud," Naya smiles seductively. "Because your sweat is a huge turn-on."
Dianna opens her mouth, but nothing comes out.
Naya grins, bearing an eery resemblance to the Cheshire cat, as she stalks over to her girlfriend - who finally finds her voice.
"I… you…" she squeaks, her eyes filled with lust. She licks her lips. Naya knows full well what this outfit does to her.
Naya straddles her lap and leans forward, burying Dianna's face in her chest. She presses her hips into Dianna's and moans. "Fuck, watching you turned me on more than you can imagine," Naya says softly. "And now, smelling you…" She can't control her hips canting.
She leans back again and fondles Dianna's breasts, breathing heavily. Dianna looks up at her, her eyes glazed over. Naya bites her lip as her arousal grows and decides she can't wait any longer. Grabbing the wife beater with her two fists, she rips it open instead of taking it off. Dianna is startled, but then grins wickedly, grabbing the knot of Naya's shirt and pulling her closer against her.
"Shit, Nay…"
"I need you," Naya growls. "And I need you now."
Dianna doesn't waist time and unties the knot of Naya's shirt, discarding it and doing the same for the top she's wearing underneath. As soon as she notices that Naya's not wearing a bra, she takes a nipple in her mouth and starts suckling it. Her hands are working Naya's shorts and she stands up for a second to take them off.
Before Dianna can reach out to reattach her hands with Naya's hips, Naya's hands are on the hem of her boxer shorts and she pulls them down forcefully. Dianna quickly lifts her hips to get rid of them. She then brings her hand to Naya's sex, cupping it. She immedialy feels that Naya is fucking dripping. Her eyes are trained on Naya's ridiculously amazing stomach as she slips her fingers inside, rubbing her clit just the way Naya likes it.
Naya is soon panting and begging for more. "Please, Charlie… please fuck me."
Dianna grasps the dildo at its base and lines it up with Naya's entrance, not wasting any time as she plunges it deep inside her girlfriend. Naya gasps and moves her hips. The moaning changes to near whining the moment Dianna starts rotating her hips, moving upwards and downwards in a steady rhythm. She grabs Naya's ass, digging her nails in it. Naya gasps at the sensation, a mix of pleasure and pain. She throws her head back, panting heavily.
Naya pushes herself deeper and Dianna feels the dildo moving inside her on her end as well, her eyes rolling back as she feels overwhelmed with pleasure. She makes a mental note to thank Naya for replacing the dildo with the double one she has.
It doesn't take very long for either of them to come close to climaxing. Naya, hands planted firmly on Dianna's shoulders as she moves back and forth with an incredible pace, comes first. Seeing her girlfriend's contorted face, hearing her heavy panting and that sexy as fuck body coming undone sends Dianna over the edge as well.
Naya slumps down and Dianna immediately wraps her arms around her. Naya nuzzles her face in Dianna's neck.
"Shit, babe," Dianna says, her breathing finally evening out.
"That was…" Naya tries - but she just can't find the right words.
"I know," Dianna sighs. "I fucking well know."
After a while, they find themselves kissing lazily, the dildo still inside of them. The kiss is deep, warm, intense and electrifying.
"Mmm, my little Gronniewon," Naya lazily mutters against Dianna's lips.
Dianna pulls away and frowns. "You did not just call me Gronniewon."
"I guess I did," Naya says softly in that near orgasmic after-sex voice of hers.
"Do you realize that's about as disturbing as Lavender Brown calling Ron 'Won-Won'?" Dianna asks.
"Do you realize some would find it disturbing that your inner Harry Potter nerd is so apparent that it comes out at a moment where your brain is not even supposed to function very well? And anyway - come on, Charlie - Gronniewon is cute!"
Dianna rolls her eyes. "Says the girl who named her dog Callie. I mean, who does that?"
"I was seventeen, for crying out loud! Will you ever let me live that one down?"
"Nah, I don't think so," Dianna smiles. "It's too much fun. God, to think I'd be together with a former Paris Hilton fangirl…"
"I was se-ven-teen," Naya growls, emphasizing each syllable. "Do I rub it in that you couldn't breathe through your nose for ten years just because you had it broken and didn't want to tell your parents?"
"That's hardly fair," Dianna points out. "I daresay your track record is worse than mine."
Naya glares. "Fine. I give in. This is not a conversation to have when we're both still having a dildo inside of us."
"True, true."
"So are you gonna fuck me or what?"
"So demanding, Naya. No me gusta."
"Oh please, don't even try to - OH - Jeeesus - fuck yes - holy"
"Hardly," Dianna smirks, but Naya doesn't hear her over another string of profanities.