Chapter 6: Heat
They were sitting outside their usual cafe on a blazing afternoon. Naya was wearing a loose white tank top and jean shorts with strappy sandals, but it still didn't keep her neck from sweating under the heated breeze. Heather noticed the soft drips of sweat following the path of her collarbone, slowly descending to the valley between her breasts. It made her adjust in her seat, uncomfortable with the distraction that kept pulling her from their easy chat. Her eyes darted lower and, even as they giddily talked and drank their frappuccinos, she couldn't help but watch the white shirt becoming slightly see-through. Naya seemed to notice it too, because there was a smirk permanently attached to her face.
Heather felt her ears burn knowing her blatant stares weren't oblivious to the brunette, so she leaned back, forcing her eyes closed, using the cold drink to freshen up her own neck.
"It's ridiculously hot. We should go swimming."
"We need to be back to work in 15 minutes." Naya unnecessarily stated, with a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Let's skip work. We can say we passed out. No one can blame us if we passed out."
A smile burst in her lips as she listened to her friend's husky laughter.
"We fainted at the same time?"
"Sure. We were taking a stride on our break and then we both felt light-headed and passed out on a park bench."
"I have a feeling they won't buy that."
"They can always say Brittany and Santana were missing because they got locked in the janitor's closet." She added before opening her eyes to catch brown ones fixed on her lips.
Heather smiled harder before their gazes met.
"It would make sense. Those two are probably at it like bunnies all the time." Naya agreed.
Playful brown eyes travelled the expanse of Heather's face and she had to breathe in harder to keep herself from suffocating, but the dense warm air only worsened the burning in her chest.
"Santana can't resist Brittany." She stated mockingly.
Naya cocked an eyebrow at her, crossing her arms over the table.
"I'm pretty sure it goes both ways."
"Oh yeah, they definitely go both ways," Heather joked, mimicking Naya's position, and setting her drink in the small space between their arms. "That doesn't change the fact that Santana can't resist Brittany."
"Please, Santana is definitely the one in control." Naya started, her voice softer than the innuendo behind her words.
She cleared her throat softly, before continuing. Heather kept silent, watching her with a daring smile.
"She's the head-bitch of McKinley after all. She loves to be on top."
"Have you seen the way she looks at Brittany?" Heather asked with a lopsided smile. Her eyes teasing as her fingers moved forward to play with Naya's.
"She's totally whipped."
"Oh really?" Naya gripped Heather's thumb. "Aren't we so full of ourselves?"
"Whatever Brittany asks, Santana will do. She may think she's in control, but Brittany is calling the shots."
"I need to have a word with Santana about that. Apparently her girlfriend is not so innocent."
Heather laughed, pulling Naya's hands and clutching them between hers.
"Let them be. They work. That's all that matters."
"That's true." Naya's said softly, looking at their joined hands.
They stood like that for a while. Sometimes they would just stand still, watching each other, completely content in their silent communication. The tables around them were quiet. People whispered their words, as if everyone was intoxicated by the scalding sun.
"We should go." Naya interrupted the silence, her smile shy.
Heather nodded, grinning proudly. She loved when Naya got like that. She couldn't really explain why. It was as if the tenderness between them made Naya bashful of the happiness exuding from her. It was adorable.
They walked calmly to Heather's car, the heat slowing their muscles lazily. When they got inside, Naya closed her eyes and let her head fall to the head-rest.
"This damn heat is draining me out."
Her eyes popped open even before Heather spoke. It was like she could guess the blonde's intentions before she even made a move.
"I know how to fix that." She said already gripping the now tepid water-bottle she kept in her car.
"Don't you dare!" Naya threatened jumping over the dashboard to freeze Heather's movements.
Heather laughed against her hair, easily freeing herself from Naya's grip.
"What? It will wake you up."
"Heather, I swear!" She almost shouted, promptly moving back to her seat. "Don't even try it. If that water touches me…"
Naya was pointing a finger at her face, while her other hand tried to shield herself. Her back was now glued to the window, not containing the smile that burned her lips even though she tried to make it seem menacing.
"What will you do?" Heather asked, biting her lip as she watched Naya squirm.
"If I get wet, you get wet. You can be sure of that."
"Hmmm… Sounds perfect." Heather teased her, making her friend's eyes bulge, her neck flushing visibly.
"Look who's blushing. I thought ethnic people didn't blush."
Naya threw herself at Heather again, stealing the bottle successfully. Heather gasped, trying to retrieve the weapon from the girl's sneaky hands.
"You want this?" Naya asked, holding the already open bottle as far as she could.
"I'm stronger than you. You know as soon as I reach it, I'll win." Heather noted, eyeing the bottle skeptically, not really moving to grab it.
"Well then I won't let you reach it."
The dancer got distracted by Naya's sultry voice and before she knew it her tank top was soaking wet. She shrieked with the sensation and looked down at herself in a mix of laughter and shock.
"You shouldn't have done that." Heather muttered before leaving the car in a quick move and moving to Naya's side.
The brunette opened the door quickly, her laughter anxious as she saw Heather advance in her direction like a wild animal. Heather got to her before she could exit completely, and pushed her back inside with the weight of her body. She easily gripped Naya's hand - that was still holding the bottle - forcing her arm over her torso. The bottle was almost empty but it had enough content to leave Naya dripping. She shrilled in anticipation before the liquid fell on her chest, slipping through her shirt and running over her neck.
Naya was laughing hard, her body convulsing making the water spread quicker. Heather threw the bottle to the side, admiring her work smugly while trapping Naya down by the shoulders. She was straddling one of Naya's legs, but the girl kicked Heather's butt with her free one, inadvertently pulling her closer. Heather let go of Naya when she fell, not wanting to crush the shorter girl against the dashboard. She pushed her elbow against the side of driver's seat while her other hand gripped the steering wheel, keeping her body hovering above her friend's.
Their eyes met and the laughter slowly subsided, although they were both still grinning hard.
"We're crazy."
Heather nodded in response.
"Your car is drenched now."
"I don't care. This was fun."
Naya laughed at that. "You're such a kid."
"You threw the water at me, remember?"
"You started it."
"That's true."
They laughed again making Heather's body brush against Naya's. Only then was Heather aware of how close they were. Suddenly, the feel of their interlocked legs and their slippery stomachs rubbing against each other made her light-headed. She looked down at their torsos. Naya's cheek brushed her forehead as she watched the brunette's chest shinning with scattered droplets of water.
The prank had turned her tank top completely see-through, revealing more cleavage than appropriate along with the contours of a lacy white bra. Heather's chest started heaving faster at the sight, mimicking Naya's. She felt her insides clench ferociously, causing her muscles to tremble against the body beneath hers. She snapped her head up to avoid that feeling and her eyes met hers. They were so close now that Heather could feel Naya's cold breath against her lips. She followed the source finding rosy plumped lips now slightly agape. It would take only an inch to close the distance between them, she noticed.
Heather breathed in deeply, glancing back at Naya. The girl was serious. Not a bad serious, just intensely studying her. The silence in the car grew heavier making Heather feel hotter than she had all day, only this time she couldn't blame it on the weather. Her eyes drifted towards the lips right under hers. She felt her arms shake and had to grip the wheel harder to keep steady.
When Naya moved, she had to press her eyes shut, her body responding to the motion. She felt Naya's hand hovering over her arm before the girl tentatively touched her, wet fingers brushing softly against her upper arm. Heather opened her dazed eyes and saw that same turmoil on her friend's face. She couldn't convince herself to move away, but she couldn't take this tension anymore either so she closed the gap.
Their lips met making both of them gasp. They didn't kiss - lips simply touching as their breaths collided. They grew more rapid when Heather let her body slowly press further into Naya's. She couldn't tell who acted first, but their lips closed against each other, sending a moan through their throats, breaking the silence of the car. She opened her eyes in surprise, but all she saw were the close eye-lids of the most beautiful girl she had ever met. Something burned inside her and Heather dove in again, kissing her harder. Their lips parted and Heather hesitatingly let her tongue graze Naya's lower lip. The brunette gripped her arm harder before meeting her tongue with her own. Their heads turned opposite sides, as their lips opened against each other and their tongues darted further. They explored; slowly, at first, as if studying each other's mouths. Heather had zoned out any thoughts, her body taking over. Her stomach had turned into a boiling oven contrasting greatly with the chills that ran up her spine as Naya sucked her bottom lip.
She couldn't hold herself together anymore. She stopped fighting her shaking limbs and let her body press against Naya's, her hands quickly travelling to the brunette's neck. She touched the humid flesh, the tips of her fingers buzzing with the contact. Naya gripped her even harder, making her arm ache in a way that had her center clenching more tightly. Heather moaned again, this time inside Naya's mouth making the brunette arch her back slightly, their torsos gliding against each other.
Their breathing became erratic to a point that Heather felt like they would faint if she didn't break the kiss. But, as much as her lungs demanded it, she couldn't convince herself to stop. She sucked Naya's tongue and this time she couldn't tell who moaned, but it sent a sharp jolt down her body. Her lips hovered above Naya's without breaking contact, and both girls breathed in harshly almost fighting over the air between them.
The fresh oxygen seemed to wake them from their high and instantly their eyes opened. Heather distanced herself just enough to study Naya's expression, but it was unreadable. Naya's eyes were a darker shade now, they were darker in a way that Heather couldn't explain but it made her ache between her thighs. This notion broke the barrier keeping her thoughts at bay and suddenly a wave of questions washed over her. She couldn't form a coherent thought when they all jumped at her at the same time. She moved again, sitting on her knees, bending slightly so that her head wouldn't hit the ceiling. The leg between her thighs was more noticeable than it should be and she stared at it as if that would stop her center from buzzing. She didn't know what she was feeling, but it was scary. An overwhelming, shocking revelation that she wasn't sure she could face just yet. She smiled awkwardly, not yet facing the brunette. No matter how frightened she felt, part of her was still excited. That moment, whatever it was, had been amazing.
"What is it with us and kissing in cars?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, huskier than she ever heard herself before.
Naya didn't say anything, so Heather faced her. In the seconds it took to move her eyes, she felt her pulse stop. A dread settled in the pit of her stomach. When she found brown eyes they were bright and warm as ever, a quiet smile playing on Naya's lips as her chest slowed its pace. Heather felt her own lips turn, a wave of relief flooding her and making her exhale loudly. It made Naya smile even more.
Not really knowing what to do but feeling that she wouldn't be able to control her impulses if she stayed where she was, Heather moved, leaving Naya's lap and letting the girl sit back.
She stood next to the open door for a minute longer, watching Naya as she adjusted in the passenger seat, biting her lower lip to keep the stubborn grin from settling on her face. With a huge grin of her own, the blonde closed the door and walked back to her side. They drove in silence to work.
Heather brushed the back of her hand on her tear stained cheeks, forcing her eyes away from the empty seat on her right. She exited the car and locked it, walking to her house in heavy steps, while the pain in her chest swallowed her as a whole.
Author's note: I just wanted to thank each and everyone one of you for taking the time to read this. I have no words to say how much I appreciate it. English is not my first language and I'm sure it's noticeable, but knowing that people take the time to read what I write is a huge compliment and I really could not be more grateful. As for this chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. I wanted to have this flashback before going deeper into Heather's mind, because, although I do like angst, I think it's always good to have a break from it. And also I like to give you guys their back-story as their current relationship progresses. I hope you like it. And I hope you come back for more. Thank you!