Quick note:

First, thank you all for the wonderful feedback. I love reading what y'all have to say, whether it's good or bad. Keep it up.

Also, to DismantleMe, you asked if Ashley knew all along. I tried to drop a small hint that she might be aware of the situation when she chose not to room with Heather at the hotel and pretty much offered that privilege up to Naya, with a wink no less. ;-).

I was going to wait until Monday to post this, but with the amount of reviews I received, it encouraged me to finish and post this chapter sooner. Thank y'all and happy reading.

As for me, my girlfriend says it's time for bed. Bye!


Chapter 7

"DING"

The elevator doors on the ground floor to the Bellagio glide open at 1:32am, allowing two guests to cross through before closing behind them. The shorter brunette ushers the taller blonde towards the far corner, positioning her to lean against it with her back. She releases her hold on the blonde's waist but lets her hands hover, making sure she doesn't topple over. The taller girl gives her a lazy smile, signaling that she was okay to stand alone. The brunette backs away slowly before half-turning towards the control panel.

Before facing the numbered buttons, she looks towards the other occupant, who is unabashedly leering at her from head to toe while biting on her lower lip. She can see the look of pure lust escaping those heavy lidded blue eyes. The gaze is intense, so much so that the brown-eyed girl has to look away, turning her attention to the task of selecting their floor number. Her finger on her right hand hovers just above the appropriate number.

"Shit, she's eye-sexing me right now. She looks so hot. What's the floor number again? Don't turn around… you won't be able to make it to the room with her looking at you like that."

Naya avoided the lustful stare that Heather was throwing her way. If she gave in and saw that look again, she would end up ravishing the blonde right then and there, security cameras be damned.

"What? No, no, nonononono, this is not happening. I can't be thinking these things. You're drunk, you're horny, just stop thinking about her. We can't do this. Just… no. Just push the fucking button, Naya!"

She closed her eyes, hoping that would help to rid her mind of the dirty thoughts that were invading her intoxicated mind. Occupied with the internal struggle, Naya didn't notice a hand reach for her own near the numbered circle. It wasn't until that hand closed around her own that she felt a jolt of electricity course through her arm and continued through the rest of her body. She eyed the joined hands, her index finger still jutting out, as she felt them move an inch towards the button. With more pressure from the other hand, the button was finally pressed.

As the elevator began to lift, Naya's stomach dropped. She didn't want to follow the length of the pale arm that was still adjoined with her own. She didn't want to allow her eyes to travel along perfect skin that became obstructed by fabric near the neckline. She certainly didn't want her eyes to continue up that tantalizing neck, then past the jawline, to those luscious lips that were parted slightly. She was in trouble now because the one thing she wanted to avoid was now happening. Her eyes made their way further up to meet those damn exotic eyes.

"Oh fuck."

The body before her began to move forward which caused Naya to move a step back. Another step forward, another step back until there was nowhere else to go. Her back touched the cold paneling of the elevator wall. Those damn eyes just flicked down to her own lips. Naya swallowed hard.

Her hand was brought to rest on Heather's own waist, while she felt Heather's right come to rest on her hip. Heather took one more step until her entire bottom half gently pressed up against Naya's. The brunette clutched the hand rail with her left hand, hanging on for dear life. Her breathing sped up, her heart pounded in her chest.

"No, no. We can't do this. She's engaged, for fuck's sake. No, this is wrong. Please stop."

Heather continued to stare at Naya's lips as she slowly moved down and forward.

"Oh God. Please no, we can't. I won't be able to stop if she kisses me. Help me!"

The blonde's forehead touched Naya's as she brushes her nose against hers. Naya can see that sly smile Heather wears right before she's about to go in for the kiss. She can feel Heather's breath ghost over her lips. Her eyes close on instinct while her right hand involuntarily squeezes the waist it is currently resting on. She holds her breath, knowing those lips are about to meet hers. She begins to feel the tingly sparks before they even touch, they are so close. "Oh fuck."

"DING"

The elevator comes to a halt, which causes both of them to sway, trying to regain balance. The doors slide open allowing Naya the opportunity to escape the clutches of the blonde. She feels light headed a bit and tries to compose herself. They still have to get across the corridor.

"Come on, Hemo. You don't wanna get stuck in there.", Naya said, attempting to sound calm.

Heather is pouting, clearly upset that they were interrupted yet again. Naya, however, is relieved.

She loops her arm through Heather's so they can hold each other up while they attempt to make their way to the suite. She hears the blonde giggle at nothing in particular. This made Naya chuckle. First she was pouting, and now here she is giggling to herself. Naya's amusement didn't last long as it hit her.

"She's so wasted right now. I gotta get her in bed. TO BED! No bed. I have to put her in bed. FUCK. Stop thinking about beds! Just put her to sleep and get the fuck out of that room."

Naya was chastising herself for those thoughts. She didn't want anything to happen. They were both drunk. Heather is about to be married. There is no way that she was going to let things escalate any further. It would be wrong. Those days are over. Those days will never repeat themselves ever again.

With her mind made up, she pulled her key card out from inside her bra and slid it through the lock. She pushed the door open, holding it to allow the taller girl to pass through before she stepped in and shut the door behind them.


Heather feels herself wobble in the foyer. She curses at herself for choosing to wear these high-heeled boots. She feels her head trying to catch up to her eyes.

"Stupid Patron."

She perches herself along the wall in the foyer, inching towards the bedroom, any bedroom, it didn't matter which. She waits for Naya to lead the way as she finds it hopeless. Heather turns her head as slowly as possible so not to catch herself unbalanced. She spots Naya fumbling with the strap of her shoe, other shoe. Heather's not sure what happened to the left heel. Or is it the right? She doesn't even notice her yank off the remaining shoe even thought she is looking directly at her.

"Hemo, stop staring at my tits, please."

"What? Noooooo, I wasn't…. ogling your nice boobies."

"Uh huh, come on. Let's get you out of that dress…"

Heather half smiles, eyes narrowing in a flirty gaze.

"…And into pajamas."

Heather pouts. "You're mean."

She feels Naya's arm around her waist and leading her to what she assumes is her bedroom. She kinda feels like she's floating on water as they make their way inside. The room doesn't feel like it's stationary. Then she feels the backs of her legs hit something soft.

"You. Sit.", Naya orders as she nudges her on the shoulders.

She does as she's told. She feels the mattress underneath her. Her eyes feel so heavy. She struggles to keep them open so she can monitor what Naya is doing. She feels one leg lift off of the floor as a boot is being tugged off. Then she sees Naya reach for the other boot. Heather places a hand on Naya's left wrist, halting her as she leans forward. Naya doesn't meet her eyes.

"You're so pretty.", Heather discloses out loud.

"Lift your leg up."

Naya didn't lift her eyes from the boot, however. She moved her hand from under Heather's touch as she leaned back to tug on the remaining black boot, almost falling over in the process. Heather feels her feet breathe, finally able to rest bare feet on the plush carpet below her. She wiggles her toes.

She blinks slowly, eyeing her friend. "She's so hot. I wish Tay was as hot as Nay." Heather laughs. "That rhymededed. Rhymed."

Naya continued to rummage through Heather's suitcase.

"What arrre yoooou doing, Nay-Nay?"

"Finding you some night clothes."

"But I don't wanna put on clothes. I wanna take these off." She pulls her heavy arms behind her back, searching for the zipper.

"Hold on, I'll help you, just let me find you a tank."

"I won't need a tank. I can just ssssstrip for you."

"No, you can sit there till I come help you, okay?"

"But I wanna get naked." Heather's eyes closed as her hand reached up to rub the front side of her neck. She opens her eyes again as Naya returns to her, setting a pair of shorts down next to her. Heather's heavy eyes involuntarily close once more. She's so tired.

"Gotta stay awake. We're gonna get naked. Yummy."

She slowly opens her eyes again. Instead of staring at a flash of red moving around the room, she's looking up at the ceiling. She had apparently fallen backwards onto the softness of the mattress without realizing it. She looked down at her body, still in her dress, but Naya was nowhere to be seen.

"Nay, where'd you go?"

"I'm right here, babe.", Naya said quietly as she walked back into the room, now dressed in a pair of boy shorts and a black tank top. She was carrying a white garment in her left hand.

"She called me babe." Heather unleashes a toothy grin.

Naya met her at the foot of the bed, holding out her right hand. "Come on, up."

Heather felt like her arm weighed thirty pounds. Naya had to meet her halfway in order to grab hold and yank her to a sitting position.

"Can you stand? We have to get this dress off."

"No fair, I didn't get to see you take off yours. I've been wanting to see that all night."

"Turn a bit for me."

"Are you even listening to me, Naya?"

Heather heard the zipper to the dress being pulled as the garment loosened. Naya unhooked the strap from behind her neck. Then it began to lower slowly just below her chest.

"I'm gonna pull the top over your head, k?"

Heather wasn't really registering what Naya was saying because she's in close proximity. The dance from earlier had really worked her up. She felt her head slip through the collared opening of the tank. Naya bundled the tank to allow Heather's arms to snake through. Heather felt the hem of the tank being yanked down to meet the dress below. Naya's hand slipped behind her neck, underneath her hair. Heather tried to catch Naya's eyes which were fixated on the task of brushing out the hair that was tucked inside the top.

Heather's gaze moved down to Naya's lips. "Did she just lick them?", Heather blinked again slowly, trying read Naya's mind but failing miserably.

Naya began to push the rest of the dress over her hips and allowed it fall at her ankles revealing black lace panties. The brunette bent to the side slight to grab the pair of shorts waiting on the bed. She did her best to figure out the front from the back side, paying a little too much attention to the shorts and nothing else. Naya squatted down to hold the shorts open so Heather could step through.

Heather swayed a bit when she lifted her right leg so she placed her hands on Naya's shoulders to help steady her. "Ok, now the other one.", Naya instructed after clearning her throat. Heather lifted her left leg allowing Naya to guide the opening over her foot. Heather looked down at Naya, seeing that her head was incredibly close to where she needed her to be. She moved her right hand from her shoulder to land on the back on Naya's head.

Naya raised herself achingly slow off of the floor while simultaneously bring the shorts up with her. The backs of her fingers tickled her thighs from inside the elastic band of the shorts. Heather couldn't stand it any longer. This was pure torture. As Naya came to stand completely upright, Heather attempted to meet her halfway, going in for the kill. She closed her eyes, ready to crash her lips against the ones she's been staring at all night. At the point where she should have felt tender lips, she felt air and the sting of the waist band from her shorts. She opened her eyes to search for Naya but she was no longer in front of her. Her head turned to find her turning down the comforter.

"Ugh! So frustrating!"

"Come on, Hemo, get in bed."

"No."

"Heather, come on. It's time for bed."

"No, I don't wanna ssssleep."

"Oh yeah, is that why I found you passed out when I went to go change? Now come on."

"I'm just so… frustrated.", Heather huffed and she waddled her way to the side of the bed, shoulders sagging.

"Well, that should wear off in the morning."

"But, it's not morning yet.", Heather was in front of Naya now, running a finger down the middle of Naya's chest to her belly button. Heather thought she felt her abs twitch. "We can still…"

"You need sleep.", Naya replied, placing her hands on her shoulders to turn her around, facing the bed. "Get on the bed."

"You're no fun."

"I'm doing you a favor here, sweetie. Now shut up and go to sleep."

Heather was now laying on her back while Naya pulled the blanket up to her neck. After tucking her in, Heather saw Naya turn and walk away, making her way towards the bedroom door. With her hand on the handle, Heather spoke.

"But, I want you."

Naya stopped abruptly, midway through closing the door but not once looking back.

"Go to sleep, Heather. I'll see you in the morning."

And with the click of the door, Heather was left alone in the dark. "Got me all worked up and then just put me to sleep. That's so not fair."

The room was spinning so Heather closed her eyes once more. They felt so heavy that she couldn't open them to glance at the clock next to her. She gave up trying to figure out what time it was. She was left to suffer through the pulsating ache that began on the dance floor.

"Sooooo. Not. Fair."


Heather opens her eyes to the same darkness she was left alone with. Her head was still swimming. She continued to feel the dull ache of arousal in the pit of her stomach.

"No way I'm going to sleep like this."

She knew there was a simple answer just across the hall. She peeled the comforter away from her body. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and pushed herself off the bed. She walked to the door. Once opened, she tiptoed across the foyer to the opposite door.

She lightly tapped the wood. No answer. She then turned the knob and opened it to find darkness. She could make out a body sleeping peacefully under the blanket. She used the little light that was peeking through the curtains as a guide.

She made it to the other side of the bed, facing Naya's clothed back. Heather delicately climbed under the covers and scooted closer. She slid her arm underneath Naya's and spooned her from behind, relishing in the warmth. Once their bodies were flush against one another, Heather used her free hand to brush black strands of hair away from the neck that was less than a foot away from her face.

No movement.

She began to place butterfly kisses along the smooth neck working her way up to the hairline. With more confidence, she parted her mouth slightly to be able to taste the skin below it. Her hand under Naya's arm began to caress taut skin, drawing circles under fingertips.

She continued her gentle assault on the back of her neck when she felt it shift a little against her lips. She stopped. The movement stopped as well. She resumed the kissing and this time she heard a tiny whimper. Feeling bold, she darted out her tongue to give a small lick.

This time she heard it… a small moan, only now, the entire body arched into her slightly. She felt Naya's arm reach back and tangle itself into her blonde locks. She arched further into her body as Heather pressed further, meeting her halfway.

Naya's moans were more audible now and her breaths were coming out in louder huffs. Her body began to turn towards the front side of her own. Her head turns further, eyes still closed. Heather continues to leave open- mouthed kisses along Naya's neck until she comes face to face with the dark-haired girl, barely able to make out her eyes that were now staring back at her. She saw perfectly shaped eyebrows crease.

"Heather?... What… what are you doing, baby? Go back to sleep."

"I tried. I can't sleep."

Heather resumes kissing along her jawline which forces Naya's body to completely face Heather's. The blonde nudged a leg between Naya's and used her right hand to run it along her thigh before pulling it up to wrap around her back. She could feel Naya's left hand slide over her tank clad back. Heather runs her own hand underneath the fabric of Naya's top, desperate to touch more flawless skin.

"Heather, babe, we're still drunk. We can't do this." She managed to say in lazy fashion.

"Yes, we can. Yes, we are. I've wanted you all night." Heather licked up the length of Naya's neck to come face to face with the girl she had been lusting after. "You know you want me."

"No. You're getting married. We can't. What about Taylor?"

"He doesn't have to know."

"No, we can't do this. Go back to your room." Naya failed at trying to push Heather away from her.

"Please, Naya. I need you. I need you so bad."

Heather felt Naya's hips buck forward, seemingly searching for sweet friction.

"But…"

"Please…", Heather moved her mouth to place it next to Naya's ear, letting her lips ghost over it. Then she whispered, "…I want you...inside me."

Before Heather had time to think about how turned on she got just by uttering those words, she felt Naya's lips crash into her own. Mouths moved against each other, tongues requested entrance, hands pawed at the barriers between their bodies. It was hard for Heather to decipher one moan from another. Both seemed to swallow them as their tongues wrestled one another.

They broke away from the smoldering kiss long enough to shed their tank tops and toss them across the room. Their shorts soon followed, landing in a heap on the floor. Their swollen lips collided once more just as naked limbs tangled. Their bodies rolled as they battled to take the lead.

Heather wanted this. She wanted to feel Naya beneath her. She wanted to feel Naya above her. She just wanted to feel. She's been numb for way too long. From what she could remember, the times that they did share a bed, she always felt… alive. She couldn't tell anyone else that though.

She felt Naya take over and as much as she tried to fight it, Heather gave in. She needed this. And just like all the other times that she could remember, Naya never disappointed. She allowed Naya to worship her body like only she knew how. She watched as her best friend took her to heights that no one ever has. The pleasure she was feeling was intoxicating. She wanted this.

Heather barely had time to register that she was on the verge of crumbling. Naya was that good. Just a little bit more, a little bit longer, and there it is. She tumbles over the edge, crying out Naya's name. She sees a smile of relief grace Naya's face just before she collapses on top of her.

They both try to regulate their breathing while feeling each other's heart pound against their chests. Heather is coming down from her high just as her ear picks up on something.

"Iloveyou."

Heather thought she heard her correctly, but with the way Naya mumbled against her shoulder, she wasn't sure.

"What?"

There was a pause.

"I said I want you."

Heather rolled them over so that she hovered above her. "Yes, ma'am."

Now it was Heather's turn to return the glorious favor. She spent the next hour giving her exactly what she asked for.

Soon, both girls were utterly spent. Exhaustion took over. The last thing Heather remembered was being wrapped up in Naya's arms before succumbing to slumber.