Title – Halfway To Anywhere
Summary: Naya's not sure how she ended up in her bathtub; hung-over and with Heather on top of her, but the kink in her neck suggests they slept there. Sequel to Behind Closed Doors. RPF. HeYa.
Disclaimer: NO.
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Heather's not upset, well not exactly anyway.
It's a weird feeling she is experiencing and she's not too sure how to describe it.
Anger. Jealously. Guilt for even having those first two. Concern.
There's like a constant worry that is nibbling away at her resolve, eating the butterflies in her stomach and then spitting them back out and it makes her feel sick. The kind of sick that leaves a heavy feeling in her gut, and it's uncomfortable. Not physically, just emotionally.
She doesn't even have the right to be upset.
She's literally overreacting in the subtle sense it's only in her mind. Mark and Naya aren't dating. That she knows. But the seed has been planted and although it's not growing, it's there, and Heather's certain the anger she is feeling is because Naya and Mark did kind of date once. The jealousy ties in with that fittingly. They were together. Granted it wasn't for long and on both their parts they fell away from each other with their friendship still intact, but Heather's still strangely bitter about the whole affair.
It is completely out of place because when Mark and Naya had actually been together she didn't feel anything about it, annoyed at Mark when Naya came to her frustrated, sure. But nothing in the way of jealously, or anger. It's like her emotions are late to the party and she's not receiving them well.
She's basically storming outside with quick but heavy steps and looking a right sight as she clenches her jaw in anger, she furrows her eyebrows in guilt a second later for feeling said anger and it makes her look like she's about to cry.
She's not. But when Naya comes flying out of the tin shed behind her and Heather turns around, the look the actress gives her is one full of concern and also slight confusion. It has Heather turning back around and walking a little bit quicker, but Naya is surprisingly fast and moments later she's beside Heather. Matching her footsteps.
"Are you crying?"
"No."
"What was that in there?" Naya asks gently, so gently is cracks some of Heather's anger and breaks it away.
What can she say though?
That she's feeling irrational feelings about something that isn't even true and she doesn't know what it means.
Well, she could say that. But it isn't what she wants to say. Naya is already confused about them as it is, Heather doesn't want to add to that with her sporadic emotions.
She settles for a tight shrug, grinding her teeth once before she breathes out. "What was what?" She plays dumb but Naya knows her too well and is quick to shake her head.
"You know what I'm talking about." She states still just as gently.
Heather breathes out again, slowing her pace. "I just needed fresh air, that's all."
"That's all?"
"Yup, that's all."
"You're lying to my face, HeMo, and I'm a little offended." Naya says lightly, Heather doesn't need to look at her to know she's smiling but she does anyway. It's a mistake because Naya's grin is so warming that Heather almost stumbles from the intensity.
"I'm not lying." She defends. Her voice comes out higher than usual and from Naya's eyes Heather knows she heard the inflection.
"Okay," Naya drawls slowly before holding up Heather's book, "you forgot your story." She adds.
Taking the offered book, Heather hugs it to her chest. "Thanks."
"Is this about Mark?" Naya asks quickly, Heather blanches and goes to protest but Naya continues. "About him seeing you in a towel? Do you still feel awkward about it?"
She hadn't, but now she would.
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"Has it got anything to do with him?" Naya pries with a patient tone.
Heather comes to a stop just outside her trailer, still hugging her book she looks to Naya. She wants to say 'no' because she shouldn't be dramatizing things, but she also wants to say 'yes' and have Naya reassure her that nothing is happening, and that nothing will happen between her and Mark. Even if Heather already knows nothing would be going on, it'd be nice to hear it from Naya herself.
Because sometimes being reassured by someone else is easier than reassuring yourself.
Instead of answering the question with a simple 'yes' or 'no' Heather ends up wobbling her head side to side, it's not even an action that could be described as an answer but she sticks by it even when Naya gives her a confused look.
She's already trying to think of an excuse to her strange head wobbling when Naya grabs her wrist. It forces her to stop hugging her book with both arms but also allows Naya to direct them both into Heather's trailer.
"What are you doing?" Heather asks absently as Naya shuts the door with a click. She goes to suggest that Naya keeps the door open a crack in case it gets stuck, but before she can Naya's hands are cupping her cheeks warmly and Heather finds herself being twisted around so that her back hits the trailers door.
"Making you feel better." Naya rasps quietly, a little kiss is placed below Heather's ear and any thoughts on being trapped again leave Heather's mind instantly.
Naya's actions are bold. They're controlled in the sense that Heather thinks there was some preplanning going on in Naya's head and they're tender. As suggesting as Naya's words are, her actions stay soft.
Warm hands keep Heather's head in place as another kiss lands on her skin, lower this time, near her jaw.
Naya's lips are subtle and they lull Heather into a secure state. She doesn't even feel angry anymore.
God she's so not angry anymore.
She's still holding her book in one arm so with the other she places her hand on Naya's waist. Her fingers dig lightly into her shirt, pulling the actress closer.
Naya complies, a small smile playing at her lips but Heather is too focused on how dark Naya's eyes look. They seem primal almost. It would almost be intimidating if there wasn't still a warmth behind them, Heather isn't sure why but when Naya looks at her she feels completely secure. It's the type of secure that rarely comes about, but when it does it's so strong and addictive that Heather clings to every moment.
Naya brushes her lips across Heather's cheek bone and kisses closer to her mouth with little mouse kisses. Her hands move from Heather's cheeks slowly, sliding down her shoulders and then jumping straight to her hips. She squeezes possessively and Heather breathes out in response to the touch.
"You should smile more," Naya softly utters, placing a kiss on the corner of Heather's mouth. "I like your smile."
"I smile plenty."
Naya makes a small humming noise in her throat and Heather feels her hips being squeezed again, "and I like when you smile into kisses." She softly states.
It a confession that has the butterflies in Heather's stomach going crazy and she feels suddenly really energetic, it's like she's had a thousand coffees in one hit and then a bunch of energy drinks.
In response she smiles and Naya's quick to kiss her, humming again.
Her bottom lip is nibbled by Naya and she presses herself forward in an attempt to move closer. Her body hits Naya's and Naya's hands squeeze her hips again before they move upwards. Not much, just enough to dip under Heather's loose fitting jacket and tank top. Naya's skin is blazing hot against Heather's waist and it adds to the energetic feeling she currently experiencing. She wants to touch Naya. Kiss Naya. Be closer to her.
She's not normally so enthusiastic when it comes to making out in public, even if they are in the safety of her trailer. It's just not something she does. Or apparently it is when it comes to Naya. But normally Heather wouldn't go around like this, she would at most offer a quick peck on the lips and just be more hands-on then actually touchy. The kind of hands-on that would seem friendly to the untrained eye.
Although with Naya things are completely different. The actress is almost addictive.
Her warm touches that can be bold or hesitant. Her smile and calming looks, the way she takes control one minute and then relinquishes it the next. Heather can't describe it properly even in her own head, but she just wants to be near Naya. To feel her embrace and hear her voice.
She thinks she should tell her, it seems fitting to say something after what Naya has confessed.
"I like spending time around you."
Great, just sound like a school girl talking to her first crush! That's not awkward!
Heather cringes at how lame her words sounded to her own ears but Naya is quick to smile, a bashful one that reaches her eyes.
She doesn't say anything, instead Heather finds herself being drawn back into a slow kiss.
It's warm; the kiss.
Warm and familiar and Heather decides that she doesn't ever want to kiss anyone other than Naya. It's a decision made lightly, although if she put thought into it she'd realize she was basically committing herself to Naya in full.
She pulls back from the kiss slowly, smiling when Naya tilts her head up to try and kiss her again. With a strategic motion Heather manages to subtly drop her book onto the ground below and it thumps against the floor with a dull sound.
"I love this," Heather admits quietly. She's too charmed by Naya's plump lips and warm hands to care if she's sounding like a nerd. It's the truth. So she'll state it.
Naya smiles widely, showing her teeth before she leans forward to lightly pepper a few kisses down Heather's neck.
"Mmmh, me too." Naya softly breathes; Heather can feel her breath hitting her neck hotly and more kisses are placed over her pulse point. They're so gently done that Heather moves one hand to the back of Naya's head, threading her fingers through dark hair as she directs Naya closer, signalling for her to kiss more firmly.
Naya moves closer but her kisses stay feather light.
"I don't want to leave another bruise." She explains against Heather's skin.
It's a valid reason and one Heather would be more accepting of was she not so turned on, Naya seriously was addictive!
"It's fine, I don't mind." She breathes out, her head bumps the trailers door when she tilts it back a fraction. Allowing Naya more access.
Naya hums and the vibration is enough to make Heather push her hips forward, her scarf is being pulled from around her neck by Naya a second later and discarded on the floor without thought. Tentative lips resume kissing and Heather again pushes on Naya's head needily.
"People will see," Naya reminds although her next kiss is more firm. She swipes her tongue out unexpectedly and Heather's fingers curl in Naya's hair at the sensation.
"I'll keep wearing scarves then, or turtle-necks." Heather mumbles around her breath, she feels Naya smile against her neck.
"It's not winter. It'd be too obvious."
"I don't care. I'll put makeup over any marks then." Her suggestion must be a good one because Naya is quick to put more pressure behind her kisses.
She nips playfully at Heather's soft skin before soothing the bite with her tongue and lips. The contradicting sensations have Heather's body feeling jittery and the energetic feeling doubles. She is almost certain her breathing is getting louder, but over her heart beat she honestly can't hear much so it's just a guess.
Naya's breathing is heavy though and her breaths hit Heather's neck hotly.
She nips at Heather's neck again, biting firmly at the smooth skin just under her jaw line and Heather's hand falls from Naya's hair as a gasp leaves her mouth.
It's a loud gasp, one that sounds airy and light and Naya hums in response to the sound.
"Do you feel better?" Naya asks before running her hands higher up Heather's waist, her skin is so warm.
Heather's not too sure where her words have gone, but the little noise she makes in reply sounds like a cross-breed between a sigh and whimper.
Naya smiles again, "Hmmh?" She encourages and just as Heather is about to voice her answer she slides one of her legs between Heather's own, pressing herself impossibly close.
The friction the action causes has Heather's words dying in her throat and she roughly exhales around another noise, Naya is quick to press her thigh between Heather's legs with more pressure and simultaneously she grazes her teeth across Heather's neck.
"Lost for words?" She hums.
"Mmmf,"
Rocking forward, Naya slides her hands back down to Heather's hips, coaxing her into a steady rhythm.
Heather's stomach curls pleasantly from the feeling of Naya's thigh pressing against her and she buries her head in the crook of Naya's neck, placing hurried kisses along tanned skin. She hears Naya breathe in sharply from the sudden kisses and then Naya is rocking into her even quicker.
A shot of pleasure runs up Heather's stomach and she grinds her hips down harder, she can't even care at this point how needy she is coming across.
She keeps her lips against Naya's neck although her kisses have stopped, she's basically just burying her face now and her breathing is coming out roughly. Naya's exhales are heavy and she presses her thigh more firmly against Heather, pushing the dancer hard into the door and gripping her hips desperately.
The rocking motion Naya sets is fast and quickly Heather's arousal grows, bringing her to an almost unbearable edge that has her digging her nails into Naya's back.
"This escalated quickly." She mumbles around a breathy gasp, Naya's only response is to bite firmly at Heather's neck. It draws another gasp from the dancer and she shuts her eyes as Naya rocks into her at just the right force.
She's positive that there will be marks on her neck and some part of her wants to leave her own mark on Naya, but the best she can manage around her heavy breathing is a few light grazes of her lips. It's a pathetic attempt at kissing on her part but Naya doesn't seem to mind if her soft grunts are anything to go by.
The little noises add to Heather's worked up state and she pushes her own thigh further between Naya's legs, rolling her hips.
Naya practically loses her breath at the action and her teeth clamp down on Heather's neck strongly.
"God!" Heather pants.
Naya's quick to soothe the bite with a kiss, gently peppering her lips over Heather's bruised skin and in turn taking away the sting of the bite.
"Mm sorry." Naya hushes. She's out of breath.
Heather is quick to shake her head, lifting it from its position on Naya's shoulder and neck. When Naya rocks into her again her head knocks the door lightly.
"Kiss me?" It's a request from Heather that Naya seems enthusiastic to fulfil and a second later plump lips cover Heather's warmly, passionately.
Naya's lips massage Heather's own into a smile, before latching onto her bottom lip and sucking gently. It pulls a delighted noise from Heather and with a quick turn Heather changes their positions, swiftly pushing Naya against the door and deepening the kiss with dominance.
Naya's little hum of surprise is swallowed easily and recklessly Heather slides her hands down to the back of Naya's thighs, squeezing quickly before tugging upwards. She's trying to lift Naya and coax the actress to wrap her legs around her waist and Naya takes the hint. With a surprisingly smooth motion Naya wraps her arms around Heather's neck allowing the dancer to lift her up, the motion is fast and Heather presses her body closer to support Naya properly.
"Oh my God," Naya breathes in a soft squeal, she clings to Heather strongly. Not wanting to be dropped. She's taller than Heather now and it's a strange feeling.
Heather's quick to reclaim Naya's lips in a hard kiss, nibbling her bottom lip teasingly before she pulls back. "Don't worry, I've got you." She reassures.
Naya keeps her legs wrapped impossibly tight around Heather's waist though, not quite trusting the dancers strength. Although Heather's grip is steady and with Naya's back against the trailers door it offers extra support. It's exhilarating being held up and Naya's want grows possessively uncontrollable. She can feel Heather's hands gripping the backs of her thighs firmly and having her legs around Heather has Naya rolling her hips forward.
The action is slightly awkward considering their position, but Heather responds instantly and pushes herself flush against Naya. Her chest presses against Naya's own and her waist fits snuggly between Naya's legs.
Heather's lips are on Naya's a moment later and she pushes her tongue past Naya's lips and over her teeth, it's a wet kiss, feverish and needy and Naya's happy to allow Heather the control.
She's not too bothered that Heather's taken charge; in fact it's kind of a turn on and Naya moans when Heather pushes forward. The throbbing between her legs is so unbearable that Naya's sure she's going to burst from a lack of friction, she rolls her hips again and Heather grunts breathlessly at the action.
When Heather pushes into her again Naya breaks the kiss with a heavy breath.
"Mmh need more…." She mumbles and Heather kisses her collarbone wetly. "Down." Naya commands coaxingly, when Heather doesn't comply she wiggles a bit. "Put me down, for a second."
She doesn't know why she says 'for a second', because it'll be longer than that, but either way it gets Heather to let her down and Naya's feet hit the ground steadily.
She's quick to move her hands from around Heather's neck to the dancer's jeans and she tugs on the button clumsily, it pops open for her after a bit of a struggle but before she can go any further Heather is drawing her into a hug. Like an actual hug.
She's taken off guard but instinctively she returns the sudden embrace, curling her arms around Heather's back and breathing in deeply.
She isn't sure if Heather's hug is a way to slow things down or not, but either way she takes it as a sign that maybe she had started getting ahead of herself. They were after all on set, in Heather's trailer which currently is unlocked. Plus their lunch ends soon.
"Am I moving too fast?" Naya whispers against Heather's ear, she can't help pressing herself closer. Her arousal still unbearably unsated.
Heather shakes her head but when she doesn't verbally confirm it, Naya pulls back slightly.
"Are you okay?"
Heather's eyes stare back with sincerity and Naya notes they're dark.
"It's just that we haven't…, I mean we haven't gone any further than kissing since the trailer." Heather quietly states.
It hits Naya then; the truth behind Heather's words. They had made out, sure. But nothing more than that since the trailer and Naya completely gets why Heather might be a bit hesitant.
She smiles warmly and pulls back even more, refraining from grinding up against Heather to satisfy her own needs.
"So too soon?" She asks, she tucks back Heather's slightly messy hair and offers another smile.
Heather returns it, "No, just not the right place."
It's an answer that has Naya's stomach tightening in excitement and her grin grows. She's glad for Heather's honesty and it's nice that the dancer is comfortable enough to actually stop their actions and express herself, it's a gesture of trust, and one Naya relishes in.
"Is that okay?" Heather hesitantly asks after a small pause.
Naya chuckles, "Of course it's okay, you dork." She assures kindly, pulling Heather back into the hug. She can feel Heather's chest shaking from her quiet laugh.
"I feel better by the way."
Naya hugs tighter, "good, I don't like it when you get pouty."
"I didn't get pouty." Heather tries to defend, but she laughs around her words. "I was just thinking."
"About?"
"It doesn't matter now." Heather promises and Naya smiles when she feels Heather's hands rubbing her back.
"Why doesn't it matter?"
With a soft kiss to Naya's jaw, Heather gives her a tight squeeze. "Cause you're here now."
-ooo-
"So Dianna really asked if I left the hickey on your neck?" Heather inquires as she walks out of her trailer.
It's the end of the day and getting dark.
Naya is quick to follow her, hugging her arms around her waist to keep warm, she nods at the question.
"Yeah,"
"How does she even know?"
"She doesn't, she just thinks she does." Naya states.
"She's kinda right though, I mean, I did leave the hickey on your neck and all."
"We're not obvious about anything though," Naya quietly muses. Her words sound more like a question than what she was aiming for. When Heather makes a small noise of reply she continues. "Apart from the hickey we're not obvious, and also the trailer incident 'cause I was wearing your shirt and all. But other than that we're very careful, you know? Not secretive or anything, just cautious. So I don't know how Di is catching on."
Heather makes another noise, this time it's more of a laugh and Naya walks quicker to keep up with the dancer's brisk pace.
"Do you think we should talk to her?" Heather asks, flipping her hair away from her face. She's looking at Naya sideways.
There's a small ball of something similar to nerves that fills Naya's stomach quickly at the suggestion but it isn't all bad, she's almost excited in a weird uncomfortable way and she isn't sure if that has anything to do with talking to Dianna, or the fact that Heather said 'we' instead of 'you' or 'I'. Probably a bit of both.
"Or not…." Heather adds on, a small smile playing at her lips.
Naya is quick to fall from her thoughts and with a friendly shrug she hugs her arms tighter around her waist. "What would we say to her though?"
She sees Heather mimic her own shrug, "I don't know." She stops, "maybe talking to her isn't such a good idea then?"
"She wants me to talk to her…." Naya says slowly coming to her own stop a few feet ahead of Heather, she turns back to face her. "When I'm ready, she said."
"That sounds suss." Heather drawls.
Naya shakes her head, "It's only because I maybe, kinda gave her the impression that something could have been going on between us."
She's pleasantly surprised when Heather only smiles.
"How'd you give her that impression?"
"Said that I didn't want to mess up the friendship you and I had." Naya states simply. Her words sound more confident than she feels, but when Heather gives her an almost bashful grin Naya feels more comfortable.
The look is one of sincere reliance and also pleasant shock. The kind of look Naya knows is born from trust and care. It's a look she would quite happily receive from Heather again and one that has her smile growing.
"I don't want to mess up our friendship either." Heather admits. Her cheeks are flushing a soft pink.
It's a subtle hint at them needing to talk about things, and Naya picks up on it easily. Whether it was an intentional hint or not on Heather's part Naya isn't sure, but either way she makes a mental note to have a proper conversation about things later. Preferably one where they don't get interrupted.
Heather walks towards her and with a gentle movement she bumps into Naya's shoulder. "So Dianna pretty much knows, she just isn't saying it outright?" Heather asks around another smile.
It's a calming gesture that has Naya bumping Heather's shoulder in return and walking again, slower. "I think she wants me to confirm it for her. To say it out loud so that she has solid evidence. She's only hinting at the moment, and I guess asking a few direct questions. But I don't think she'd come out and ask straight up."
"She wants you to bring it up." Heather deliberates.
Naya nods, "something like that, she wants it to be on my – our terms I guess." Heather hums in thought and Naya licks her wind chilled lips. "If it worries you that she knows, I can just not say anything more to her. I mean, I don't think Dianna would push things if I asked her not to."
"It doesn't worry me." Heather assures around a breath, under the darkening sky Naya can see condensation fogging in the air. Heather looks to her a moment later and blonde strands of hair blow across her face and neck. "Did you want to tell Dianna about us?" She lightly asks.
It's said quietly but still firmly and Naya finds her arms tensing in their crossed position. She hadn't thought about it in the sense that she would actually admit to Dianna's suspicions, to be honest she hasn't even really considered the possibility that maybe Heather is okay about other people knowing about them. Although the constant doubt about what they actually are stops Naya's thoughts abruptly and she slows her pace even more.
"I could tell her," She starts and Heather looks to her fully, "But I think I want to know first what exactly I'd be telling her."
There's recognition in Heather's eyes and she nods in understanding, "that's fair."
"If she asked out right I'd tell her." Naya confirms strongly. "But like I said I really don't think she will, and so, I guess I want to figure things out before I say anything more to her." She pauses and bites at her bottom lip, "make sense?"
Heather's quick to nod. "Totally."
"Okay, cool."
"Yeah."
"Would you want to tell her?"
"You mean if she brought up the subject to me?"
Naya shrugs, "just in general."
"I don't know, if you were with me I would."
Naya smiles at Heather's answer and leans closer until her shoulder bumps Heather's again, Heather bumps her back and they sort of just end up walking with their shoulders connected. It's a slow walk but Naya doesn't mind, the set is pretty much empty so outside is like a ghost town and with it getting darker stars are starting to show. It's nice. Peaceful.
"You wouldn't if I wasn't around?" Naya questions quietly, they're getting closer to her car.
Heather shifts and slides her arm under Naya's elbow, effectively linking their arms. "Probably not. I think I'd make things hard to understand, and Dianna's only hinted to you that she knows."
"Is that a problem?"
"Course not, I just meant that I think it'd sound better coming from you."
Naya frowns in thought and loosens her crossed arms so that she can grab Heather's hand in her own, the dancer's fingers are cold and impulsively Naya rubs them between both her hands.
"Sound better?"
Heather breathes a laugh, "I don't know. I'm not making sense." She laughs again and Naya keeps warming her hand.
"You're freezing!" She admonishes, Heather wiggles her fingers in response and Naya slides her own fingers into the spaces of Heather's. It's a perfect fit.
Heather ducks her head with a small smile and a blush creeps up her neck, Naya keeps a secure grip on Heather's hand, swinging their arms between them with small movements. It's not enough to be noticeable, just enough for them both to feel the motion. She likes holding Heather's hand. It's a weird thought to think that she hardly ever does. Or when she has held the dancer's hand it's lasted all but a few seconds. With their fingers interlaced Naya tugs Heather into a quicker walk; it's still leisurely, just more brisk.
"Have you heard more about Mark's party?" Naya asks when Heather just keeps blushing.
Her words seem to snap Heather out of her thoughts because she looks up instantly, her jaw tight. "No."
"Me either." Naya explains. She keeps her hold on Heather's hand firm and soothingly runs her thumb across soft skin. It's unconsciously done on her part, but Heather is quick to smile at the subtle gesture.
"I thought he would have said something to you."
Naya shakes her head, "Haven't seen him much today, we were working on different scenes." When Heather stays quiet Naya continues, kicking a small stone in her way. "I'm sure he'll text us about it though." The stone rolls a few feet away.
"No doubt," Heather replies around an exhale, she quickens her pace to kick the stone this time and Naya chuckles.
"Just so we're clear…." She starts, pulling on Heather's hand to keep the girl at her pace. Heather slows. "You're okay with Dianna practically knowing about us?"
Heather doesn't hesitate to nod, "completely okay with it."
"Just wanted to be certain," States Naya, she awkwardly kicks at the stone, scuffing the toe of her shoe in the process. The stone bounces a few feet and skitters to the side and she hears Heather laugh at her clumsily attempt at kicking. She ignores it in favour of shoulder bumping the girl and Heather stumbles sideways, still holding onto Naya's hand.
It pulls Naya's arm straight and Heather chuckles louder.
"Are you okay with it?" It's said around more chuckling and Naya's heart swell from the sweet sound.
Heather's laugh is like honey.
She tugs Heather into her, stopping so that she can quickly wrap her arms around the dancer securely before she nods. "Yup." Heather grins and Naya takes the gesture in her stride as she leans forward to place a super quick kiss on pink lips.
Heather's eyes widen slightly at the soft peck and she pushes her body flush against Naya's and pulls her into a strong hug.
-ooo-
Mark's party ends up being during the middle of the week so Naya somehow finds herself on a beach in the evening, wrapped in a thick coat and shivering her ass off. It's not that it's cold, well, it is but mainly just because of the wind. When it doesn't blow, it's actually rather nice. But Naya's shivering because she's ankle deep in the ocean.
Her bare feet sink into the sand below and icy cold waves lap at her shins. She has her arms crossed and her fists are balled tightly to keep extra warmth from escaping, her teeth chatter with every inhale but she's smiling. Largely as she watches Heather jump lamely over the small waves.
Heather for her part is further in, the water comes up just under her knees and she has her sweats rolled up so they don't get wet. She's also holding a beer that Naya is sure to end up in the ocean if Heather keeps jumping and run and twirling. The sight is entertaining to Naya though, she almost relishes the playful side to Heather. The side that doesn't care, the side that is free. It's beautiful. Heather is beautiful.
Kevin is jumping next to Heather, simultaneously kicking up water as he does.
The two are all smiles. Slightly buzzed from their drinks but mainly they're just happy.
Naya could watch them all night. Well, watch Heather all night.
"Ah, oh my Gosh!" Dianna breathes sharply from beside Naya, her mouth hangs open in a silent state of shock. "The water is freezing!" She says around a grimace.
Naya wiggles her toes against the water and digs them into the wet sand, she's pretty sure her feet are numb. "You'll get used to it."
"I'm doubtful."
Naya smiles, keeping her eyes on Heather. "Dig your feet into the sand. It's not so bad then."
She sees Dianna shuffling her feet from the corner of her eye and her smiles grows.
"It's not working."
"Give it time."
"Holy! Mother of all that is –"
"Lea, Naya says to dig your feet into the sand to stop the water from being so cold." Dianna instructs when a vocal Lea wades towards them, she's wearing the same expression as Dianna.
One crossed between shock and pain.
"Does it actually work?" Lea inquires stridently. Naya's not sure why she's yelling.
Dianna shrugs, "Not for me it hasn't."
"Give it time." Naya repeats.
"I have and my feet sting." Dianna practically whines. She is holding a can of some type of alcohol, Naya can't tell what though because it's in a bright purple holder.
Forcing herself to look away from Heather, Naya faces Dianna. "Maybe there's jelly-fish in the water and you got stung." She says with a smirk.
Lea's quick to speak up from a bit behind them. "The water is too cold for jelly-fish, they like warmer temperatures."
"Thanks." Naya mumbles sarcastically, Lea just sticks out her tongue in a weirdly elegant way.
There's a squeal from Heather and Naya's neck basically snaps from how quickly she looks to the girl.
Kevin has his arms around her waist and he's from what Naya can tell trying to pull her out further, the water looks grey from the overcast evening sky and it adds to Naya's chills. Heather's holding her beer out from her and Kevin and with her free hand she's clutching his arm that's snaked around her waist, it's for support more so than anything Naya thinks. But her stomach still drops uncomfortably at the sight.
"Naya!" Heather bellows around another squeal, her eyes find Naya's easily. Probably because Naya is staring. "Help!" She laughs.
Kevin is spinning her around slightly, a dorky grin on his face.
"Naya…." Heather adds a bit more breathlessly, her hair is falling out from her loose ponytail and Naya's lips thin into a smile.
"Don't listen to her, Nay-nay!" Kevin practically demands. It would sound a lot more serious if he wasn't giggling around his words.
Heather flaps about awkwardly for a moment before a wave hits the side of her thigh, she gasps and Kevin 'ha's' in amusement.
"Let her go, Bee!" Naya calls when Kevin keeps trying to push and pull Heather into the waves. They're still only knee deep but Heather's thrashing so much its splashing water everywhere.
"Come in and help me!" Heather is screaming.
Naya edges closer but really only moves about a foot.
"Naya!" Heather adds in a dramatic tone, she's out of breath.
"People will hear if you keep screaming so loud." Lea states with an amused smile, her statement is done in a friendly manner and Naya gives her a quick grin.
"The beach is deserted, apart from us and the rest of the cast." She points lazily up the beach where a large blanket is covering the sand, a cooler is filled with alcoholic beverages and fold up chairs sit randomly around a small bonfire. She can see Mark and Amber from here, but no one else.
Lea nods and then Heather's is screaming again, a low scream, maybe even a fake growl.
"Bee, c'mon. Let her go!" Naya rasps, again looking back to the two tipsy co-stars. Heather's now hopping on one leg and leaning forward so much that if Kevin actually did let her go she'd most likely fall forward and off balance.
"Why won't you help me?" Whines Heather.
Naya sees Dianna start moving and something in her reacts unconsciously as she steps forward, rushing to beat Dianna's movements. She lifts her legs exaggeratingly high in order to step over the waves and Dianna slows to a stop, watching Naya make a steady line for Heather.
"Break it up kids." Naya laughs.
Heather lets go of Kevin's arm to reach out purposefully, instinctively Naya reaches her own hand out and she grabs Heather's desperate fingers strongly.
Kevin releases his hold quickly and Heather stumbles in the water painfully before steadying herself and gripping Naya's hand back.
"Took your time." She mumbles.
Naya chuckles sharply. "I came didn't I?"
"I'm wet."
"So wanky…." Kevin interjects.
"I meant my pants." Heather tries to explain, Kevin's smile grows.
"Still wanky."
"No, my pants are wet."
Naya squeezes Heather's hand tightly. "HeMo, just listen to what you're saying." Heather is a bit tipsier than Naya first thought.
"You're the one that said you came." Heather states.
Naya shuffles on the spot as a wave rolls past, "For you I meant."
She realizes her mistake as soon as she says it, but before she gets a chance to correct herself Kevin is bellowing out a sharp laugh, and Heather is grinning widely.
"That sounds so bad," Chuckles Kevin, Naya pinches her lips together.
"Stop with your twisted thoughts! Seriously, you have the dirtiest mind."
Kevin shrugs lightly, "you make it too easy though."
"Unintentionally."
Heather is shifting closer to Naya quickly as a particularly strong wave hits at her legs; she holds her beer out but stands directly in front of Naya, still holding her hand. She is literally about an inch from Naya and it's only then that Naya see's Heather's jaw clenching, forcing a stop to her chattering teeth.
"I'm cold." Heather meekly states. She directs her words at Naya.
"Come on, we'll head back up the beach, yeah?"
When Heather nods, Naya lets go of her hand and directs the dancer forward with a light touch to the small of her back. Kevin follows them.
A/N: I promise things will move forward soon! Trust me, i've already written the next two chapters. Thanks for the reviews!
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