Welp, I was not planning on continuing this into a two-shot, but I got so many requests for more that I had to. I will say, however, this part will not be based off any real events (because I don't have any to go off of at the moment, so, I had to use my imagination! But I think you'll enjoy this!
NOTE: In this story I do imply that Naya may have a drinking problem. I do NOT believe this to be true in real life, I think the world of Naya and I know she is on top of her game!
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Heather: I can't.
Naya just stared at her phone, wondering how Heather could possibly do this to her again. Heartbroken, Naya tried not cry and threw her phone onto the couch before wandering into her kitchen. Tears streaming down her face, she grabbed a glass from the cupboard and then looked at her array of various liquors which were currently lined up neatly on one side of her counter. She went for the bourbon.
She grabbed the bottle and started to unscrew the cap to pour into the glass, then realized she didn't even need the glass.
"Fuck it," she muttered, leaving the glass empty on the counter and leaving the kitchen with the bottle in hand. She went back to the couch and took a swig, reveling in the burn of the alcohol. She cried some more and took another swig. Why was she such a fucking mess? All she wanted was Heather, and now she didn't even have that.
More drinking.
More cursing.
More crying.
More drinking.
More pacing.
More anger.
More crying.
More drinking.
It was close to midnight now and Naya was nearly finished with the bottle of bourbon that had started out about three quarter's full. She was going through her phone, looking at pictures that she and Heather had taken together.
"Fucking Taylor…" Naya scoffed, scrolling through her contacts and dialing Dianna's number.
It rang for a long time before the blonde finally picked up. "Naya?"
"Ese hijo de puta no merece tenerla!" Naya said angrily.
"Naya, you're speaking Spanish…are you okay?" Diana asked, hearing the brunette's angry tone.
"I said that bastard doesn't deserve to be with her," Naya spat.
"What are you talking about?"
"Taylor. Heather chose Taylor over me…" Naya slurred bitterly.
"Chose...? What do you mean chose?" Dianna seemed confused.
"Don't you get it? All I wanted was to be with her, but then she backed out and now she's chosen Taylor's stupid ass over me!" Naya yelled.
"Have you been drinking?"
"I'm in my own home, it's not a disturbance…I just have to find a way to get over this," Naya said semi-thoughtfully.
"Naya…what do you mean?"
"I gotta go," Naya said blankly before hanging up, leaving Dianna gaping on the other line.
…
The blonde woman drove fast, not sure of how long she would have to get to Naya's apartment before the fire-blooded Latina did something stupid. As soon as she arrived at Naya's apartment she was running for the elevators. She made it to the 8th floor and ran to Naya's door. She reached up to the top of the door frame and felt along the top edge. She sighed in relief when she felt the spare key which rested there.
She quickly opened the door and strode inside. "Naya!"
She moved through the kitchen and saw there was a broken glass on the tile floor. She sighed and moved to the living room, only to find it empty as well.
"Naya!" She called again. She began to panic. She moved for the bedroom and looked frantically about the room for any signs of her friend.
There was a moment of relief when she heard someone muttering in the bathroom. Dianna barged in to see a drunken Naya clumsily looking through a handful of pill bottles. She looked up and gasped when she saw Dianna standing there.
"How did you get in here?"
"Naya…what are you doing?" Dianna asked slowly, stepping towards her.
"I just have a headache…that's all," Naya lied. Dianna reached out and cupped Naya's hands in her own.
"Give me these," Dianna gently took the various medications from Naya's now trembling hands. "You didn't take anything did you?"
Naya solemnly shook her head before sliding to the floor of the bathroom against the wall, sobbing. Dianna was quick to rush to her side.
"Hey, come here…" She put an arm around Naya's shoulders and pulled her into an embrace on the floor. "Why are you doing all this, sweetie?"
Naya sniffled, "…Heather is the most important person in my life…I'm afraid I'll lose her if she stays with Taylor."
"You really love her, huh?" Dianna asked. Naya nodded into her chest. "Do you know how she feels about you?" The blonde was asking her as if there were a definite answer.
"I don't know…"
"Naya, she loves you with all her heart. I can see it every day. She adores you and admires you and will never stop because that's the kind of girl she is. No matter what," Dianna assured her. "Now, why don't you come out to the living room and we'll get you some water to drink, okay?"
Naya nodded and stood up clumsily with the blonde, who helped her into the living room and onto the couch. She was still sobbing. Meanwhile, Dianna went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water for her friend.
After cleaning up the broken glass that Naya must have broken in her drunken rage, Dianna pulled out her phone and dialed the one person who Naya needed to talk to.
"Di…what do you need? I was asleep!" Heather answered groggily.
"I'm sorry, but it's important. It's Naya…she drank herself stupid again. Only this time she almost threw in some prescription pills. Lucky I got here when I did. She called me rambling about you and Taylor and what-not. I got over here as soon as she hung up on me. But I think she'd be better off if you came and talked to her," Dianna explained in a low volume so Naya wouldn't over hear.
Heather sighed on the other end of the line. Dianna could tell the taller blonde was torn. "Okay…I'll be over as soon as possible…"
...
Heather arrived about fifteen minutes later, looking sleepy and agitated. Dianna let her in whilst Naya was rambling on about something irrelevant. Heather strode into the living room and when Naya saw her there was a silence.
"Um, Di, you can go on home. I can take it from here," Heather offered. Dianna nodded, knowing the two needed this. She walked over to Naya and hugged her.
"Take it easy, Naynay. I love you," Dianna said in a sisterly way.
"Love you…too!" Naya called dumbly as Dianna waved to Heather and made her way out.
Heather turned to Naya, her arms crossed, "Nay, why do you keep doing this?"
Naya looked at the blonde, a sad glint in her eyes, almost like a puppy looks when it's upset. Tears were forming in her eyes again. Heather stepped forward and took Naya into her arms.
"Hey…it's okay…I'm here now. Just tell my why you did it? Why did you try to take pills, Naya?" Heather asked seriously. "You could've hurt yourself."
Naya's response was muffled, "Because I need you, and you don't need me."
Heather pulled back and stared into her dark, glassy eyes. "Of course I do. You're my best friend. I could never go without you!"
"But you don't need me like I need you, Heather," Naya shook her head.
"That's not fair of you to say…" Heather trailed, "And why do we always have to talk when you've been drinking? I don't like what it makes you say."
"I guess it just makes me say things I'm normally not brave enough to say sober," Naya shrugged sarcastically.
"You need to sleep this off. C'mon, off to bed!" Heather sighed, pulling her towards the bedroom.
"I don't think so, but I'll listen, just to prove to you that I know what I'm talking about," Naya insisted. Heather shook her head and helped her lie down before Heather kicked off her shoes and joined her. She turned off the lamp and let Naya rest her head on her chest.
Despite their argument, Naya draped an arm instinctively over Heather's waist. "Just get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow. For now, I'm just happy you're okay." Heather kissed Naya's head and she felt the small brunette cuddle into her side even more, her face buried in the crook of her neck.
"Mhph…Heather?" Naya asked dizzily, her words barely audible.
"Yeah?"
"Thank you for always being there when I do stupid stuff…I know I don't really need to react this way and, and I just hope you know how much it means that you're always there, no matter what kind of drama is going on between us," Naya rambled. Heather giggled a little and held Naya closer.
"Cause that's what best friends do, and I'll always be your best friend."
…
It was late morning by the time Naya woke up. She lifted her head from the pillow and rolled over onto her back, her hands coming up to rub the sleepiness from her eyes. The tan skinned beauty scrunched up her nose at the smell of alcohol on her own breath. She felt sick and drained, and her head was throbbing. How much had she had to drink?
She looked around the room for any signs of Heather but didn't see her anywhere. Then she heard her voice coming from the living room, and she didn't sound happy. Naya swung her legs off the edge of the bed and stood and walked slowly out to the living room, as to not startle Heather. She stood and watched as Heather stood in the middle of the room on her phone, she looked as if she was going to cry.
"But Taylor I-," Heather tried.
The blonde listened on the other end and became more upset as time passed until she spoke again. She had yet to notice Naya. The dancer paced back and forth, one hand on her hip and the other holding the phone to her ear.
"I can't not help her…she's my best friend! You can't say that about her. She's not like that!" Heather responded defensively, making Naya smile a little, knowing that comment was about her.
Heather listened again and this time scoffed at his comment.
"What's wrong with that? So maybe we are close? That's just the way we are," Heather explained.
More listening.
"Taylor. You can't be serious! Don't do this," Heather begged.
More listening. Suddenly, something he must have said made Heather look up. As she looked, she caught a glance of Naya in the corner of her eye. They made eye contact for a long time before Heather replied to what Taylor had just said.
"…You can't ask me that. I can't give you an answer," Heather began, still looking at Naya in the eyes.
More listening.
"Because…I just can't…"
I can't. Now Heather was telling that to Taylor. What had he asked her? Heather was still staring at her with those blue eyes, which were now filled with tears.
More listening.
"You know what? I'm beginning to wonder why I didn't see what a dick you are before!" Heather replied.
More listening.
"Fine! Maybe I will! At least she'll always be there for me. Unlike you!" Heather yelled into the phone before hanging up and nearly throwing her phone to the ground. Then the blonde burst into tears, sitting on the couch and holding her face in her hands. Naya was quick to be at her side, trying to depict what happened.
"Hey…what's going on?" Naya rubbed her back with her left hand and held one of Heather's hands with her right.
Heather sobbed and tried to form a sentence, "He – he dumped me because he says I couldn't make up my mind about what I wanted. He told me…that ever since I met you that I've been different…and then he asked me…who I love more…"
Naya pursed her lips and looked down, "I'm sorry. I feel like this is my fault…"
Heather looked up and caught Naya's eyes, shaking her head, "No. This is not your fault, okay?"
"Well, if I hadn't nearly drunken myself to death because I'm love with you then it wouldn't have happened." Naya clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide at the words she accidentally said.
Heather stared too, unsure of how to respond, her mouth just hung open slightly.
"Heather…I uh…I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that and-," Naya started.
"Don't be sorry. I know that's how you feel. And I love you, but I think I just really need some time to think. Is that okay?" Heather asked sweetly, cupping Naya's cheek and caressing it with her thumb.
Naya fought tears from forming in her eyes and she nodded, looking away from Heather's mesmerizing gaze. "Yeah. Take as long as you want. And you know…if you wanna stay here while Taylor gets moved out…feel free. My door is always open to you."
Heather nodded, "I think I'm just gonna make sure he stays somewhere else."
"Okay."
There was a silence between them. They just gravitated together and leaned their foreheads together.
"Are you feeling okay? You had a lot to drink last night, do you need anything before I leave?" Heather asked quietly.
Naya shook her head slowly, pulling back and taking a deep breath. "I'm okay. You've done enough already. Thank you, so much, for taking care of me all the time."
Heather nodded, "Of course," she said in her little voice. She then cleared her throat and stood up, running a hand through her hair. "I should go."
"Okay." Naya remained seated as Heather put her shoes on and grabbed her purse. Heather then came back and kneeled in front of Naya, putting her hands on Naya's knees.
"Hey, look at me," Heather said affectionately.
Naya looked up, the look of a sad puppy in her eyes, almost as if to say, don't go.
"I'm not going to ever leave you, okay? I just really need some space for a while. We'll talk at work tomorrow, okay?" Heather asked.
"Okay," Naya said through a sob, which she had hidden in her hands. Heather leaned forward and kissed the top of Naya's head.
"Okay." Heather stood to leave and made her way to the door, leaving Naya to sit with her thoughts.
…
The next day on set, Naya was in hair and makeup with Dianna when the green-eyed woman spoke up about the weekend's events.
"So…how did things go after I left?" Dianna asked.
"Oh yeah, I guess I called you over, huh?" Naya laughed dryly.
"You were kind of a mess…" Dianna laughed back.
"Well, after you left, Heather just held me to sleep, when I woke up yesterday morning she was on the phone with Taylor…fighting," Naya explained.
"What happened?" Dianna asked in shock.
"He dumped her for being too indecisive."
"Woah…Then what?" Dianna was more cautious with this question.
Naya gave a shrug, "Don't know yet. She said she needed time to clear her head. She actually told me we'd talk today."
"Well, I'm sure she'll have her thoughts straight today. I hope it turns out okay," Dianna said optimistically.
"Thanks."
…
Heather was off for lunch and she wasted no time in going to find Naya. She was ready. Heather made her way from the choir room set all the way over to the trailer lot. She spotted Kevin talking with Lea in a couple of lawn chairs and a radio on in the background.
"Hey Heather…what's up?" Lea asked carefully, having heard all the gossip already.
"Have you seen Naya?" The tall blonde asked, semi-frustrated.
"Oh, I just saw her. We asked her if she wanted to hang out with us but she said she was going to the auditorium," Kevin explained. As soon as he finished speaking, Heather was hurrying off in that direction.
The dancer reached the auditorium and slipped inside. She stood at the top of the stairs which led down to the stage and there she saw Naya sitting on the edge, her iPod headphones in and a sandwich in front of her on the stage.
Heather walked down the steps at a quick pace, drawing Naya's attention. The Latina quickly pulled out her earphones and looked at the blonde, who hopped up on the edge of the stage with her.
"I was thinking we could talk, Naya," Heather began, "I was thinking about the break up and everything with Taylor…and I realized that Taylor and I…we didn't really mesh together that well. But you and I do. I love being around you, Naya. You don't know how badly I crave being around you sometimes."
"How do I know you won't just text me tomorrow and say that you can't?" Naya asked, her dark eyes peering into Heather's.
"Because," Heather faced Naya, "I want to take you on a date. Not just any date either…a date where I can show you how much you mean to me."
It was hard for Naya not to smile at the thought, but remained serious none the less. "What exactly did you have in mind?"
"I was thinking that maybe we could go get dinner at this little place way on the south side, out in the outskirts. We'd be alone, under the radar, and free to do what we like," Heather explained.
"Are we gonna get busy in your car…? Or what?" Naya asked. Heather knew Naya wasn't particularly fond of car sex. Mostly because it was cramped, especially for women.
"I was actually thinking we could use my cousin's little cottage in the hills. He said it's really secluded and cozy," Heather answered. Naya thought the idea over and finally nodded.
"That would be so great, Heather."
"So it's a date then? Tomorrow?" Heather grinned.
"A date, indeed."
…
Naya had just finished getting ready when her phone rang. Her heart jumped at the thought of what Heather might say when she answered, but she did anyway.
"Hey," Naya asked warmly.
"My darling, my princess, there's no need to fear, you better be ready because Hemo's here!" The blonde recited, making Naya giggle.
"That was…romantic…?" Naya said, still laughing.
"I was just trying to be poetic because I know you love that sort of thing…I'm not very good," Heather laughed.
"…well, are you here?"
"Open your door and find out, silly!" Heather hung up before Naya could respond.
Curious, Naya walked to the door and opened it cautiously, expecting Heather to surprise her. Instead she found a bouquet of pink roses. Naya's favorite. Naya smiled and picked up the note that was attached.
Naya, I bet you look beautiful, and I can't wait to see, come downstairs where you'll find me! –xoxo Hemo.
Naya giggled again at Heather's attempt at poetry. She stepped back inside her apartment to grab her purse, put the flowers in water, and turn off her lights before she quickly made her way towards the elevators. The whole ride down to the lobby was making Naya's stomach twist and turn with anticipation. She bit her lip when the elevator stopped and the doors opened. There, Heather stood, looking radiant and grinning like a fool.
"Hey," Naya breathed, rushing to give the taller girl a warm embrace, "the flowers are beautiful. Thank you," she whispered, kissing Heather's cheek as they separated. Heather giggled and stepped back to look at Naya's appearance.
"I was right, you do look amazing."
Naya wore high black leather boots, a slim-fitting blue skirt, which stopped at about mid thigh, and a black and white striped tank top that was tucked into the skirt to show off her trim figure. Her hair was straight and she wore little makeup, just mascara and eyeliner for the most part. Heather, on the other hand, wore a simple yellow sun dress with white flats. Her blue eyes twinkled.
Naya blushed, "Ready to go? I'm excited to see what you have planned!"
"Yep! Shall we?" Heather offered her hand and Naya took it, lacing their fingers together.
They hurried across the parking lot, as to not be seen by any paparazzi who may be lurking around, and hopped into Heather's car. Naya clicked her seatbelt as Heather pulled out onto the main road.
"So, wanna tell me the name of this place?"
"Eh. Not really," Heather glanced playfully at the Latina, "I want to surprise you." The blonde spoke calmly.
"Is it good?" Naya tried.
"You'll love it. It's cute, and everyone is super nice!" Heather grinned at the thought.
"Well, then I suppose I can wait," Naya shrugged, turning up the volume on the stereo, which was plugged into Heather's iPod. After scrolling through the songs for a minute, she decided on Hurts Like Heaven by Coldplay. She looked over at Heather, who was focused on the road, and smiled. She was so lucky that Heather actually showed up. Everything was going perfectly.
…
They drove out of the city and into the surrounding area, which was mostly small towns here and there and desert. They pulled into a small town with a sign that read, Welcome to Juarez, California! They drove down the main road and Naya stared out the window, examining all the local businesses. She found it charming and almost comforting.
"There it is!" Heather pointed to a diner on the right side of the road. There was a huge neon sign that read The Frosty Queen. It looked dated, but still very cool.
"The Frosty Queen?" Naya kinked an eyebrow as they pulled into the parking lot. "I feel like we're back in the 50's!"
"Just trust me! It's amazing. I used to eat here a lot," Heather assured her.
They got out of the car and walked inside, Heather holding her hand for all to see, and were greeted by a middle-aged black woman with a warm smile on her face.
"Heather! Great to see you, baby!" The woman pulled the blonde in for a long hug. "I haven't seen you that much since you started Glee. Is that still going okay?"
"Hi, Ronia! Great to see you, too! And Glee is going fantastic. I love it," Heather grinned.
"Ooh! And please tell me this is that girl you always told me about! You just sounded so enamored by her whenever you would come in after a long weekend of work on the show," Ronia wondered.
Heather blushed, "Yeah…this is her. Ronia, this is Naya. Naya, my good friend, Ronia."
Naya stuck out a small hand and smiled warmly, "Great to meet you!"
"You're even more beautiful in person! Heather showed me pictures…but wow!"
"Thanks," Naya blushed at the idea of Heather telling stories about her to strangers.
"Well, can I get you guys a table?" Ronia offered, leading them towards the back of the diner, away from the other patrons. They sat in a booth fit for two and Naya picked up a menu, Heather didn't.
"Okay, what to drink?" Ronia asked.
"Dr. Pepper!" Heather chirped.
Naya looked up with a delayed reaction, "Uh…I'll have the same."
"Coming right up!" Ronia left to retrieve their order.
"This place in charming." Naya observed, looking around.
"Isn't it?"
"What are you getting? Everything looks good!" Naya splurged.
"I always get their signature burger and fries," Heather shrugged.
Naya folded her menu up and neatly placed it over Heather's on the edge of the table. Soon Ronia returned with their drinks and an order pad. "What'll it be ladies?"
"Naya and I are just going to each get a burger and fries please," Heather requested politely.
"Sounds good. I'll have it out soon!"
"I'm really glad we came here," Naya smiled, reaching over and playing with Heather's fingers.
"Me too. I love being with you," Heather smiled. Naya looked up from their hands to Heather's crystal blue eyes.
"But I do have to ask you something," Naya began. "What happens when we can't keep it hidden?"
Heather didn't say anything. Naya could tell she was trying to think of a good answer. "It's going to be hard…being together, but I believe in us. I feel connected to you in so many ways, so that no matter what, we will make it through whatever life throws us. Because I love you. I love you so much, Naya," Heather said sincerely, giving Naya's hand a squeeze.
Naya grinned, "I love you, too." Naya let her thoughts linger for a moment on their fame. "God, what I would give to have just one day where we weren't in the spotlight. Where I could be with you out in public. Where I could yell at the top of my lungs that you are my girl."
"I know. I sometimes wish that I was still just a backup dancer, where I was making money and not getting recognized. All while still doing what a love. But then I realize that landing Glee led me to you. And I wouldn't trade that for the world," Heather said.
"This relationship is going to be one hell of a rollercoaster ride!" Naya chuckled.
"Yeah," Heather nodded, "But it's all worth it."
…
The ride to the cottage was only filled by small talk and flirting, nothing too heavy. Naya's stomach was already fluttering at the thought of what would come. They drove into the desert hills and away from civilization. They would be completely secluded and alone with one another.
When they pulled up to the pueblo-style cottage, Naya smiled at how cute it was.
"My cousin uses this as a vacation spot, so it's empty a lot. But it has running water, a tv, and a nice little fireplace too. You'll love it," Heather smiled, turning off the car and opening her door.
They held hands up to the door, Heather selected an older looking key from her keychain and unlocked the door. Upon walking inside, Heather let go of Naya's hand to find the lights. She turned on the lamps in the living room, which was connected to the small kitchen, and stood in the middle.
"Ta-da!" The blonde held out her arms. Naya smiled.
"It's adorable," Naya smiled, walking to Heather and grabbing her waist, "Wanna give me the grand tour?" Their faces were close now, and Heather nodded.
"It would be my pleasure." She grabbed Naya's hand and pulled her towards the kitchen. "Here is the kitchen. Breathtaking, I know," she said sarcastically before pulling Naya towards the tiny hallway just past the living room. She reached into the room on the right and flicked a light switch. "The bathroom," she said blandly. The bathroom was actually quite nice. With a steam shower and big bathtub on the side of the shower stall. Heather then crossed to the adjacent door and pushed it open before flicking on the lights. "And this," they stepped inside, "is the bedroom."
Naya looked around the cozy cream colored room. There were small shades of a deep red and some blacks too. The big bed was adorned with black and cream covers, giving it a romantic feel. The lighting was low too, which only added to the atmosphere. "I love it," she smiled, turning back to Heather.
The blonde cupped her face in her hands, "Good, because we're going to be in here a lot."
Then their lips were connected. It felt familiar, yet, not. Especially to Heather, who immediately noted the difference between the roughness of Taylor's lips compared to the soft, gentleness of Naya's. She felt Naya's hands wrap around her back and pull her closer. The Latina darted her tongue out to eagerly taste Heather's mouth. Heather let her tongue mingle with her own for a moment before they were fighting for dominance in a more heated kiss. Naya won. The small brunette gripped Heather's waist and guided her towards the bed.
They kicked off their shoes before anything else and then they were back at it. Heather pulled Naya down on top of her and they kissed like that for a while. Eventually, Naya's lips left Heather's and began a trail down the blonde's neck and collarbone. Her kisses were light and playful now, taking their time causing Heather to shiver wherever they went.
Heather used her legs to hitch around Naya's thighs and pull her closer. Naya giggled into Heather's cleavage as her hands slid up Heather's legs and under the dress she wore. Heather dug her fingers into Naya's muscular back, pulling at her tank top, when Naya's hands skimmed over her breasts through the fabric of her bra.
"This needs to go," Naya muttered, kissing Heather's lips quickly before sitting up on her knees to allow Heather to remove her dress. Once the blonde was down to her underwear, she reached for Naya's shirt and shoved it up, grunting in frustration as she tried to un-tuck it from the waist of the skirt. Naya lifted up her arms and let Heather pull the garment over her head, revealing that she was braless. Heather grinned and grabbed Naya by the waist of her skirt, pulling their bodies together for another kiss. Heather got the skirt down to Naya's knees before the Latina had to finish removing it herself.
Now Naya was the underdressed of the two, so she decided to even the odds She reached behind Heather and removed her bra with ease, freeing Heather's larger breasts.
"You're so beautiful," Naya shook her head in awe. Heather slowly trailed a finger from between Naya's breasts all the way down to her panties, causing Naya's loins to stir up even more, and kissed her.
"You're more beautiful," Heather whispered against Naya's lips. Her arm then slipped around Naya's waist and in a moment Naya was on her back, gazing up at her dearest friend. She cupped Heather's cheek in her hand and pulled her down for a kiss.
"Touch me."
That was all Heather needed to hear. She leaned down and licked just below Naya's ear, where she knew it would drive her crazy. Naya made a sound that made Heather grin with satisfaction, knowing only she could cause such noises. Her hands played with Naya's round breasts as she continued her path downwards. Naya arched her body into every touch and gasped at every kiss.
Heather reached Naya's panties and pulled them down slowly, lifting Naya's legs to pull them off. She kissed the smooth interior of her thigh first, making Naya whimper. She looked up through her brow at the flustered girl laying beneath her and she pressed a kiss to her cut pelvic bone. Naya tried to move her hips up towards Heather's mouth, but the blonde held her firmly in place. Finally she brought her mouth down to lick up Naya's folds. Naya twitched in pleasure and muttered Heather's name along with some curses. Heather giggled and licked again. She sucked and kissed and nibbled in just the right way. Naya knew she wouldn't last very long at the rate Heather had her turned on. She tangled her fingers in Heather's silky blonde hair and pushed her head closer, feeling her peak on fast approach.
Heather focused on that certain place at the top of her center, knowing it was all Naya needed to reach her orgasm. It worked. There was a pause and Naya let out a raspy moan, throwing her head back and arching upwards, trying to regain control of her body. She panted and cursed in Spanish with the pleasure that coursed through her body. Heather slid back up to Naya's face and kissed her parted lips. Naya smiled lazily and held Heather close.
"You're amazing at that," Naya said hoarsely.
"I can see that," Heather teased, kissing along Naya's cheek.
"Now it's your turn…" Naya whispered, easing Heather onto her back, quickly pulling off Heather's panties, and straddling her hips. Heather grinned and put her hands on Naya's thighs.
"I like this already!"
Naya gave a devious smile and grinded her hips with Heather's as she leaned down to bite and suck at the blonde's neck.
"Mmm, Naya…" Heather moaned involuntarily. Naya slipped a hand between them and ran it over Heather's womanhood. The blonde was so wet. Naya kissed her lips again as she rubbed slow circles on the sensitive area. There was a gasp from Heather when Naya pushed two fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out and using her thumb to keep the circles going.
"You're good…with your h-hands," Heather stammered as Naya nibbled on her earlobe, continuing her thrusts.
"Mhmm," Naya hummed in that smoky voice of hers. Heather could feel her climax building and, too soon, she was crying out in pleasure as her muscles twitched in the throes of an awesome orgasm. Naya slowly withdrew her hand and brought it up to lick her fingers clean, which Heather found insanely arousing.
There was a pause. "Hey Naya?"
"Mhm?" Naya asked, her fingers still between her lips.
"What do I taste like?" The question was almost innocent. Naya smirked and let her fingers down.
"You really wanna know what you taste like?" Then she leaned down to kiss Heather, open mouthed, and for a long time, too. When she pulled back, Heather's eyes fluttered and she couldn't speak. "You taste so fucking good."
Heather grinned and pulled Naya in for another kiss before they crawled under the covers. "Let me get the lights," she said, sliding out of bed and walking naked towards the light switch. Naya propped her head up on her hand as she laid on her side, watching the girl she loved come back towards her, a blush now on her cheeks, which Naya couldn't see because of the darkness.
Their only light now was the light from the moon, shining in on their faces as they cuddled together with not a care in the world. Heather laid her head on Naya's bare chest and draped an arm over her waist. For a moment they just listened to their breathing.
"Hey Naya?" Heather asked, just as innocently as before.
"Yeah?"
"I love you…forever. I'm sorry I ever doubted what we could be," she whispered into Naya's neck.
"Don't apologize. That's done now. Let's just have now. I love you, too." Naya kissed Heather on the forehead not knowing what the future held for them. She was just glad Heather would be in it.
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Fin.
So I'm glad you guys read this! I hope you liked it because I worked super hard making sure everything fit. I hadn't planned on doing a second chapter, but I love you guys too much NOT to do as you request when you beg for more! So leave me a review, signed or unsigned, telling me your thoughts and Heya feelings! :) Thanks again!