Dianna makes her way through the appartment, running a hand through her still damp hair. She has just taken a shower and redressed, wearing the same clothes that Naya found her in at breakfast. She follows the scent of coffee and finds her girlfriend on the balcony.
Dianna needs a moment. Naya is still wearing the white V-neck that stands in stark contrast with her skin. She's also wearing tiny black shorts, the ones that she full well knows Dianna loves. Her hair is tousled and her glasses are perched on her nose. She's engrossed in a book, absent-mindedly nursing a cup of fresh coffee. One heel is on the seating of her chair, the other dangling off the other side of it.
Dianna bites her lip and nearly groans in appreciation. She moves to sit across from Naya, absolutely certain that she needs to put some distance between them if she wants to refrain herself from touching her girlfriend.
She can't help but stare. That beautiful face, brows furrowed slightly in concentration. Those eyes, hiding behind her glasses, flicking over the page. Everything about her face was just so perfect that it was actually surreal. Her front tooth digging into her bottom lip – a sign of how invested she is in her novel. Those luscious lips...
Naya turns a page and Dianna's attention shifts to her long fingers. She smiles as she thinks about what her girlfriend can do with those.
"Honey," Naya says without looking up. "You're staring again."
"I'm sorry," Dianna mumbles, her gaze now trained on Naya's neck. She licks her lips without even realizing it.
"Don't be," Naya smiled. "Just wanted to remind you."
Dianna stands up and goes over to Naya, standing behind her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Anything you need?" she asks before noticing the empty coffee cup. Without words, she takes the cup and pecks her on the cheek again. She goes inside and refills Naya's cup, pouring one for herself as well. She puts them both on a tray and carries it back outside. She grabs her Macbook in passing, holding the tray carefully with one hand.
Naya is just stretching languidly when she walks outside. Dianna nearly drops the tray at the sight of the brunette's body, her chest popped out, her shirt riding up slightly. She decides to try and focus on something else – somehow, being with Naya makes her look like a hormonal teenager more than back when she was a hormonal teenager. She sets the tray and her computer down and takes the book in her hand.
The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold.
Dianna can't help but smile. "Hey, babe, didn't we see this together when it was in theaters?"
Naya rolls her neck and then replies: "Yeah. It's been a while, though, so it's not like I remember every detail anyway. It's really good, you should have a go at it once I'm finished with it."
"I will," Dianna says, pulling her Macbook towards her. "We still on for the movie tonight?"
"Yeah," Naya answers, grabbing her book and turning to the page she left it at. "I'm sure we still have some DVDs that we haven't watched yet."
Dianna goes through her routine of checking her favorite websites and consciously leaves Tumblr for last, knowing that there's a great chance that she'll linger there. As she scrolls through her dashboard and checks her tags, Naya puts her book down, noticing a change in Dianna.
Her breathing becomes labored and her eyes are clouded with... something. She quirks an eyebrow, wondering what could elicit this response if she only ever really gets like this when Naya dresses up for her. Dianna is so engrossed, her eyes so intensely trained on the screen, that she never notices Naya creeping up to her.
She nearly jumps out of her seat when Naya wraps her arms around her from behind and whispers in her ear: "What are you looking at?"
Dianna looks up, flustered. "I... just... fuck, babe." She points to her screen.
Naya nearly bursts out laughing. Tumblr is open and Dianna's dashboard is full of pictures and animated gifs of Naya. She skims the screen and quickly sees that Dianna tracks the 'Naya Rivera' tag. "So, you're actually perving on me on the computer when I'm sitting in front of you?"
Dianna shifts in her seat. "Well, it's unintentional perving – I don't mean to, but just... look at it. All those images of you in River Deep Mountain High on tour, or of you in the season 2 finale, or of you in that tight black dress, or of you wearing those-"
"Yeah, I get it," Naya teases. She gently lifts the Macbook from Dianna's lap and places it on the table, straddling her girlfriend. She leans down and kisses her softly, turning her head slightly so that their noses don't bump.
They pull back organically, breathing heavily, resting their front against the other's. Dianna runs a hand through Naya's hair. "You're just so... ugh, so... sexy doesn't even begin to describe it."
"That means a lot, coming from someone who is so good with words," Naya whispers in Dianna's ear before grazing her earlobe with her teeth.
Dianna shuts her eyes tightly, subconscioulsy pressing her hips into Naya's. Naya groans at the friction and takes her shirt off in one swift motion. She kisses Dianna again, pushing her body flush against hers. Dianna doesn't hesitate and her fingers seem to have a mind of their own as they reach for the clasp of her bra, snapping it open and pulling it off her lover in a practised move.
Naya moans at the contact of her fully naked chest against Dianna's shirt. She rubs her quickly hardening nipples against the fabric, her sex desperately seeking contact with the hardness in Dianna's pants.
"Charlie," Naya breathes, the need evident in her voice.
"Hold on tight," Dianna says, wrapping her arms around Naya's back. Naya knows the drill and her body moves along as Dianna stands up. She wraps her legs around her girlfriend's hips and she carries her inside, not wanting to take the risk of anyone seeing them. The balcony gives view to a pretty secluded area and at that level it's unlikely for anyone to see them, but if they've learnt anything working on Glee, it's that one can never be too careful.
Dianna lays Naya down on the bed and the brunette immediately opens her shirt. Dianna stops her when she tries to pull it off and leans down, cupping her girlfriend's breasts and kissing her passionately. As she deepens the kiss, her thumbs graze over her hard nipples. Their tongues duel for dominance, but the fight is more important than the outcome. When Dianna nibbles on Naya's bottom lip, the brunette throws her head back, exposing her neck. Dianna takes the opportunity to lick from the nape of her neck to her ear, taking Naya's nipples between thumbs and index fingers, tugging at them hard enough to elicit arousal, but not hard enough for the sensation to be painful.
Dianna moves her mouth down again, licking and sucking the skin she finds on her way. She trails the kisses lower and lower, until her lips reach a nipple. She places the tip of her tongue on her nipple, circling it slowly before suddenly sucking it in as hard as she can. Naya cries out in pleasure and snakes a hand to Dianna's head, pressing it against her chest. She practically humps the air in her need for contact. Dianna moves her body, gyrating her hips into Naya's. When she's satisfied with her work on one nipple, she moves to the other.
"Charlie," Naya whimpers. "Please. I'll do anything."
Dianna momentarily halts her movements and looks up, her mouth still near the nipple. "Anything for what?" Her breath rolls over Naya's hard nub.
Naya looks her straight into the eye as she says: "Please take me, Charlie." She quickly lips her licks. "Take me from behind," she adds huskily.
Dianna shuts her eyes tightly and growls. That's it. "Move over," she commands. Naya rolls over and crawls into position, on all fours, facing the headboard. She looks over her shoulder at Dianna, who's opening her jeans and pulling it to her knees, along with the boxer shorts that she was wearing underneath.
Dianna scoots closer, not taking off her shirt. She puts a hand on Naya's hip and slides it over the front of her leg, to her inner thigh. She cups her sex firmly, palming her clit, and then moves her hand to slap Naya's sex. The movement is unexpected and Naya jumps up, but the tingling sensation leaves her wanting more. Dianna repeats the action one more time before bringing the dildo between Naya's legs.
"Open your legs wider," she commands, her voice dripping with lust.
Naya complies, her folds opening over the dildo. Dianna pushes it up and uses her other hand to hold on to Naya's hip, urging her to move her body over the dildo, the tip hitting the bottom of her clit with each thrust.
Naya drops her head in pleasure, panting heavily. Dianna removes the dildo and inserts two fingers in Naya's entrance, smirking at the wetness pooling there. She licks her lips when she removes her hand and notices that Naya's juices are dripping onto the bed slowly.
She licks her fingers clean quickly but thoroughly and lines the dildo up with Naya's entrance, sliding the head inside. She roams Naya's ass with her hand as she slowly allows the dildo to go inside deeper and deeper, allowing her girlfriend to adjust. Just as she's fully inside, she slaps Naya on the ass, quickly rubbing it afterwards.
She leans forward, bringing her fingers to her girlfriend's clit. She positions three fingers right above it and her thumb directly underneath, inching the digits towards each other.
"Fuck, Charlie," Naya hisses. "So good."
Dianna moves the dildo back out, starting a steady rhythm that increases with each thrust as she repeats the pinching motion of Naya's clit with her other hand.
"Your ass is out of this world," Dianna says, her eyes glazing with lust. The visual of Naya's sex taking the dildo so willingly, pulling it inside, and of that ass up in the air, ready for her. Naya moves her hips back against her, increasing the speed.
She moves her hands to Naya's breasts, cupping them and squeezing them roughly. The feeling of those rock hard nipples in the palms of her hands...
The only sounds filling the room are both women's heavy panting, the slurping sound of Naya's pussy sucking in the dildo, moans and that of an occasional slap on Naya's butt.
She tenses her muscles and pushed her hips forwards with as much force as she can muster. She can feel Naya getting closer and now puts both hands on either side of her waist, holding her still as she pumps in and out, faster and faster. The insert rubbing her clit nearly clouds her vision, the delicious friction doing amazing things to her.
"Charlie!" Naya cries out. "Charlie, you're so – g-good, fuck – close! - sweet ba – YES!"
Dianna hurriedly scoots just that little bit closer and shifts the angle slightly, but it's enough to make Naya see stars.
"OH – right there – p-perfect – fuck – CHARLIE!"
Naya's orgasm shakes her body violently, with so much force that it pushes the dildo back a little and rubs Dianna's clit, sending her over the edge as well. She breathes heavily and has just the mind to circle Naya's clit and bring her down from her orgasm until they're both ready to pull out.
Dianna slumps down next to Naya as the brunette lets her body fall flatly on the bed. After a few seconds, she openes her eyes and smiles at Dianna before scooting over closer.
"That was amazing," she whispers before leaning in for a lazy kiss. They nip at each other's lips and soon their tongues are sliding over and around the other's lovingly. The kiss grows deeper organically before they have to stop to catch air.
Dianna tucks a strand of hair behind Naya's ear, smiling at the fact that the brunette is so sweaty that most of it sticks to her skin. She shivers when she lowers her hand to the small of Naya's back and feels a drop of sweat in the dip of it. She blindly traces the outline of the tattoo.
"I'm going to make a salad later for dinner – that okay with you or you craving something else?"
Naya quirks an eyebrows in amusement and Dianna rolls her eyes. "Food-related," she adds for good measure.
Naya's eyebrow inches up even higher, her eyes flickering with ideas.
"Seriously," Dianna sighs in fake annoyance.
"A salad is perfect, love," Naya smiles, turning on her back. Dianna's eyes rake over her girlfriend's spent body.
"Do you want me to throw some chicken in yours?" Dianna wants to make sure nothing is missing for her girlfriend, being a vegetarian herself."
"No," Naya yawns. "It's okay. I'm going to take a power nap, then we can prepare the salad together and then we can watch a movie."
"Sounds great to me. I love you."
"Love you too. By the way, Charlie, could you come over to mine sometime? My lawn needs some serious mowing."
"Sure," Dianna smiles before leaning in to peck Naya on the lips. She cups her cheek. "Are you real?"
Naya giggles. "Of course I am, silly. The question, however," she says, trailing a finger along Dianna's sexy jaw, "is if you are."
Naya rolls on her side, nestling herself against Dianna, who wraps her arms around her instinctively and pulls her even closer.
"You know, when I look at us like this," Dianna begins. "I can't begin to comprehend it. Everything is so beautiful right now. The prettiest, sexiest, most incredible woman in the world is my girlfriend. The smartest, funniest, loveliest woman in the world is my girlfriend. You're just... it's surreal how much you're the total package – everything I thought I'd never have – I mean, seriously, look at you and then knowing you and what you're like and... wow. Just, wow. On top of the perfect woman, I have the perfect job where I can do the things I love best after doing you – I get to act and sing. And I know that after this, I can also write and direct and produce and everything I want to do, I can try it and I can do it because I have you."
"You're going sappy again, Charlie," Naya smiles.
"I mean it, though."
"I know. I love you too. And you can bet your fine ass that so many songs on my album will be dedicated to you, and then for the entire album, I'll have a separate dedication for Dianna Elise Agron, but also for Charlie James Agron."
Dianna leans closer to nibble on Naya's ear before she speaks. "Best abbreviate that. We wouldn't want people to know too much about our private life."
Naya turns to face Dianna, still snug in her arms. "You're right. You'll be the only one to know who CJA is. About the writing thing, and the direction – I still think you should talk to Ryan, Ian and Brad about writing and/or direction an episode next season."
"That'd be awesome," Dianna bites her lip. "But I don't think they'll let me."
"Hey, remember what you just told me? I'm by your side. You can do anything. But now I'm really tired as fuck, so I'll talk some more sense to you in an hour."
Dianna tries to find something to say, but once again – as it so often happens when it comes to Naya – she fails to find the right words. She doesn't even mind that much.