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.
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A/N: Took me too long to write this! Thanks for the reviews and fav's they honestly mean a lot! And thanks to Ren for helping me with this chapter, it would not have been done if she hadn't :)
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"Lea changed all my contact names in my phone." Heather says offhandedly as she lifts herself to sit on the kitchen bench in Naya's apartment. Its early evening and the drive back from paintball had been filled with small chit-chat, declarations of annoyance at the lame songs on the radio and at one point an impromptu ballad of some Kelly Clarkson song.
Naya places the bottle of wine near Heather's thighs and looks to her briefly, "what'd she change my name to?" She asks, before she reaches for two wine glasses and places them near the bottle.
Heather pulls her phone out and with a few swipes of her thumb she holds the screen directly in front of Naya.
Naya squints to see and her eyes widen at the emoticon of a heart. Pink and small. Nothing but that heart.
She looks back to the wine and Heather holds her phone on her lap.
"She changed her own contact name too 'kitty-Kat' and I think Chris' is 'sea monkey'." Heather mutters, "I haven't texted him to confirm yet."
Naya smiles softly, "Kitty-Kat, really?"
"Mm, when I texted her to ask who she was she told me not to change it back. I think she wants it to be like a nickname for her or something." Heather explains, "Like how I'm HeMo or Kevin is Bee, and Dianna is Lady D."
"But Kitty-Kat? That's not even cute; it's actually mortifying to say." States Naya around a half amused grin, "just say it out loud," she giggles.
"Kitty-Kat," Heather says slowly before scrunching her face up, "I'm not calling her that." She decides.
"Change it quick before we get it stuck inside our head!" Naya says with an air of dramatic acting, she gestures in the direction of Heather's phone rapidly and Heather frantically complies with silent laughter.
"Change it to what though? Something weird, like, oh! Mrs Potato Head!"
"First of all, I love that your mind instantly goes to that name. But if we're gunna do that, we may as well stick with Kitty-Kat." Naya says, "Because on a weird scale, Lea nicknaming herself Kitty and then adding Kat, with a 'K' also is top of the scale. It's just creepy."
Heather shrugs, "You're right, but I seriously don't want that contact name in my phone."
"For Lea as well," Naya adds on, speaking directly after Heather. She grabs the neck of the wine bottle and twists the cap. It cracks as the seal is broken. "I get that. How traumatised would you be if she rang you right now and that name popped up on your screen?" She chuckles.
"So very traumatised," With a small tilt of her head, Heather licks her lips. "But I'd be more traumatised if Dianna rang me."
Naya's stomach sinks. Had Dianna said something about the talk to Heather? Surely not.
Why would she?
She would have asked Naya first.
Not that it is a bad thing that Dianna knows. Oh God Dianna knows.
Naya's stomach sinks, again.
She told Dianna. She said something to Dianna about liking Heather as more than just a friend and now Dianna knows. Why has it taken this long for that to register with her? She's admitted she likes Heather.
She isn't sure if she's happy that Dianna knows or if she wants to take it back and keep Heather a secret. Keep her feelings for Heather a secret. Keep everything a secret just for a little longer. Because now that Dianna knows, things are real.
She swallows, "why would you be traumatised?" Her voice rasps and the wine cap slips from her hand, it bounces on the bench and drops to the floor before rolling into her shoes. She ignores it.
Heather stares at the lid, before she looks up. Blue eyes trace Naya's face carefully, "because her contact name is 'grim reaper'." She explains and her smile has Naya's stomach feeling lighter.
Oh.
"Oh," she breathes. "Yeah, that would be freaky getting a call from the grim reaper." Her voice still sounds raspy, but she thinks it's because her stomach is filled with anxious butterflies.
Butterflies that fucking bite!
Heather's smile fades a little bit, enough to leave her looking thoughtful. "You okay?" She's not asking in a serious fashion. It's said lightly and casually and with a look that is amused but also just a little bit concerned, and Naya bobs her head. Once, twice, a pause and then a third time – she swallows.
"So wine," She manages and around half a smile she holds the bottle up.
Heather chuckles, "wine."
"Yes to the wine?" God why was she being so awkward?
Another chuckle from Heather, "Yes to the wine," she confirms.
Naya bobs her head again, once, twice, a pause and then she stops herself before she looks like more of an idiot.
She pours the first glass quickly, the red wine splashes against the sides and settles as a few bubbles dissolve and leave the liquid looking smooth and calm, and then she grabs for the second glass. She's distracted though, because Heather jumps down from the bench and instead of her usual height she disappears below Naya's waist. Naya snaps her head to look, thinking Heather landed wrong, and she sees the dancer reaching for the wine lid in a kneeling position.
The stem of the wine glass Naya is pinching slips between her clammy fingers and slides shockingly quick across the marble bench top. It tips mid slide and Naya fumbles to stop it from falling over completely, only her stupid elbow knocks the glass that's full and it tips as well and because it's got more weight to it – the thin glass topples over and cracks and wine spills everywhere.
Along the bench and down to the floor, and even into the sink; Heather looks up immediately.
"Crap," Naya curses. And her cheeks heat up despite the fact that her blood had rushed from her head when the glass initially fell. It makes her feel a little dizzy.
Heather stands up, places the lid on the wine covered bench, and then breezes past Naya to grab a dish cloth.
"Butterfingers," She remarks and Naya wants to smile but she only manages to blink and stare at the mess like some stupid, clumsy idiot.
Smooth, Rivera, smooth.
Heather drops the old dish cloth onto the spilled wine and pushes her palms against it to soak up most of the liquor. The white towel turns pink.
Naya takes a deep breath, holds it, and then reaches for the cracked wine glass carefully. She manages to pick it up without it breaking and dejectedly she tosses it into the trash can under the sink. She hears Heather laugh and when she looks to her, Heather is staring at her kindly.
"What?" Naya asks, her voice doesn't sound as raspy anymore.
Heather stops pressing on the towel and just lets it sit in a wet heap as she turns to fully face Naya, "come here." She tilts her head back in a gesture that accompanies her words, and Naya shuffles closer. Stopping once she is directly in front of Heather.
The kitchen feels smaller than Naya remembers it ever being. It's almost like the walls are slowly inching together until the air is forced to fit into a lesser space than before, and it is turning thicker and pressing against Naya's chest; restricting her from taking a breath in and causing her lungs to feel half empty, the kind of half empty that burns and throbs and forces her to suck in a lot of little shallow breaths in order to keep her body standing.
She wonders if this is what Heather feels like when she gets claustrophobic. As it is, Naya can't control her strange breathing pattern.
She's anxious. She's embarrassed. And above all that she really, really can't stop thinking about kissing Heather again.
But if she did that would make things too real. Not that it's a problem but the butterflies in her stomach would probably start biting again.
Heather doesn't say anything, so Naya swallows and looks down between them.
"I had coffee with Dianna on Friday." She tells. Her chest stays tight.
"Cool," Heather chimes and Naya looks up.
"And we talked."
"Nothing unusual about that,"
Naya blinks, Heather's face is so close to hers and her lips curve up in a sweet smile. Naya sucks her own lips into her mouth and wets them, before she forces herself to take a step back.
"No," She breathes out, it makes her lungs burn even more. "We talked about us. About you."
"Annnnd?" Heather grins, Naya just blinks.
"And?" She croaks.
"What'd she say?" Heather explains.
The walls seemingly move closer together. "That, um…, that she knew already,"
"But did she totally flip when you confirmed it?" The smile on Heather's face is relaxed and amused, and Naya honestly isn't sure if she expected the response or expected Heather to be more confused about the fact that she basically confessed to Dianna, without her.
Either way, Naya finds herself stepping back into Heather's personal space. "You don't mind that I told her?" She hushes.
"Course not, you thought I would?"
"I just thought you'd want to be there."
Heather shrugs, "I guess," She looks thoughtful, "so you actually told her?"
"Yeah,"
"Wow. That's, wow. She knows huh?"
"A bit. She – I mean I guess she already knew on some level. We knew she knew, y'know? She just didn't know that we knew that she knew. So she didn't want to say anything, I suppose. But, she knew already." Naya rushes out.
A confused smile curves across Heather's lips, "sure," she breathes.
Naya looks down again, "I'm not making any sense. I just meant that I didn't actually tell Dianna anything, I really just confirmed it."
"It's fine, honestly. I'm okay with her knowing. I trust Dianna and I trust you, so seriously, I'm all good." Heather's hands move from her sides and she hovers them near Naya's hips, she pauses and Naya can see the thought process behind Heather's gaze.
After a short moment, Heather smiles at herself and then her hands come to rest on Naya's hips. Her palms are so warm. "Can we just pour some more wine and maybe go sit on the couch?" She adds, she squeezes Naya's hips gently and any air Naya was capable of breathing is pulled from her lungs in a soft exhale.
It's just a touch. But Naya's heart crashes against her ribs like she's been electrocuted, over and over again.
She nods and Heather's little grin makes her fingertips itch so much that Naya finds herself curling her hands into tight fists.
She can't breathe.
"Do you want me to grab another wine glass?" Heather asks but Naya shakes her head, a slow, dragging movement. "Okay, well, do you want me to get mayb-"
"I don't want you to move just yet." Naya cuts in. She makes a deliberate move to unclench her hands and then in the same movement she lifts them, and with both hands she pushes Heather's hair back. She tucks the strands simultaneously behind both of Heather's ears, and then cups the girl's cheeks. A blush crawls up Heather's neck instantly.
"Okay," She breathes.
Naya's stomach rolls at the breathy sound and she tugs Heather forward, she's holding her breath. And her heart is jumping. Jumping!
Their lips are so close, Naya could just move a little and they'd be kissing. But she doesn't. She holds off. It's the moments before she kisses Heather that Naya thinks could go down as her favourite kind of pause. Because it's a pause that holds so much control and at the same time none at all.
It holds butterflies and tension and a simple beat that matches Naya's heart. Pounding and jumping.
It's the ultimate line between wanting and having. And Naya knows the only thing better than the pause before the kiss, is the actual kiss itself.
She smiles when Heather tries to close the gap between their lips, and softly she places a barely there peck to the corner of Heather's mouth. Heather's fingers dig into her hips and it ignites a fire across Naya's skin. With a smile, Heather tries again to lean in and close the gap and Naya stops her by pressing her palms tighter against Heather's cheeks, it's a gentle pressure but one that makes a pout appear across the blondes lips.
"Naya," She breathes, it's almost just an exhale.
Naya smirks when Heather's grip on her hips turns pleading. A strong hold.
"Mmh?" She hums in response and then in a slow twist she turns them so that Heather's back is against the edge of the bench. It's getting darker in her kitchen, so the low light makes Heather's blush look a soft pink and Naya keeps her eyes fixed to the telling flush.
Heather's hands move, she runs them up Naya's back and then grabs for both of Naya's wrists. Her long fingers wrap securely around them and she gives Naya another smile, a small, almost shy smile.
Naya's skin burns from where Heather is touching her and she licks her lips before leaning forward and placing another peck to the corner of Heather's mouth. She can feel Heather squeezing her wrists tightly and so with a more deliberate movement Naya tilts her head and kisses Heather's neck. Swallowing the soft skin between her lips she grazes her teeth just over Heather's pulse point and Heather's hands drop away from her wrists before Naya feels them grabbing at her hips again.
With a needy pull, Heather tugs Naya flush against her and an instant heat settles between Naya's legs.
Heather's body is warm and Naya finds herself holding back a heavy moan when Heather's hands slide around to her ass. She pulls back from kissing Heather's neck and crashes their lips together. Almost literally. It's heated and messy and Heather responds with unexpected passion. Her lips are soft, they're always soft. But the kiss itself is fast and wet and Naya's breath is pulled from her lungs as she sucks Heather's bottom lip between her own and bites softly.
Heather lets out a shaky breath and Naya releases her hold as she runs her hands down Heather's sides, her movements seem rushed, eager, maybe desperate and before Heather's aware of things – Naya grabs the back of the blondes thighs and lifts her – Heather gasps and her hands leave Naya as she grabs for the edge of the bench.
"The wine," She hushes but Naya ignores her and swiftly she pushes Heather further onto the counter. There's no spilled wine where Heather sits, just the other wine glass. The empty one; and Naya's quick to push it away as her hands move to grip Heather's thighs. She's breathing so heavily that the kiss she places on Heather's lips is jumpy and quick and then she's pulling back and sliding her palms down to Heather's knees, her heart is racing as she pushes Heather's legs apart so that she can fit between them.
The moment kind of reminds her of when Heather had picked her up onto the kitchen table and she smiles at the memory before one of Heather's hands is wrapping around the back of her neck and pulling her closer, the pressure is gentle but persistent and Naya has to stand on her toes to reach Heather's lips.
She kisses Heather hard. It's like she can't control how forceful she is being. It's desperate and uncontrolled but Heather keeps kissing her back with soft lips and even softer breaths and Naya tries so hard to calm her nerves and the butterflies, but the throbbing between her legs keeps her movements hurried.
Kissing is simple.
Touching is simple.
With quick hands she runs them back up Heather's thighs, and with a fumbling movement she tries to unbutton Heather's jeans. The small golden button slips between her fingers and she breaks the kiss to look down, Heather's immediately trying to reconnect their lips and her fingernails scratch eagerly at the nape of Naya's neck. It causes small shivers to shoots down Naya's spine. The prickly kind and she breathes in from the simple sensation.
She's just got a grip on Heather's button when her face is cupped and tilted up, her grip falters as soon as Heather kisses her. It's so soft Naya's breath is pulled from her lungs in a low moan that sounds more breathy than anything else and then Heather is peppering kisses along her jaw, softly, eagerly, almost devotedly. It makes Naya's stomach twirl and then tighten and she wraps her arms around Heather's back and pulls her closer, she makes sure not to pull her too far so that Heather doesn't fall off the bench. But it's far enough so that Heather is right on the edge and the only thing keeping her balanced is Naya's body.
"I'm going to fall." Heather states and Naya shakes her head.
"No. You're fine." She informs, her lips kiss at Heather's neck and she runs her hands up Heather's thighs.
Heather wraps her legs around Naya and leans into the kiss. She feels unsteady and her hands grab for the edge of the bench like earlier.
Naya notices, "Seriously you're fine," she leans up to place a kiss on Heather's mouth, it's a bruising kiss and then she returns to Heather's pulse point. Heather's skin is heated.
Naya peppers a few more kisses down Heather's neck, before she realizes the girl is tense and trying to keep her balance. She flicks her tongue over Heather's skin one more time and then she leans back. Heather literally wobbles from the movement.
"Hop down for me."
With a small jump, Heather slides forward and off the bench. Her sneakers scuff the ground. She's breathing heavily still, but so is Naya so neither really takes much notice.
"I honestly thought I would fall," Heather starts to mumble, but Naya grabs her hand and pulls her out the kitchen and into the living room before she can say much more. She keeps leading Heather with a hurried casualness until they're standing in Naya's bedroom.
The blinds are drawn and it's dark.
Naya lets go of Heather's hand to shut the door. Her throat feels dry and she's quite certain she just escalated the make out session drastically but Heather isn't protesting such a move, in fact she's not really doing much except standing in the middle of the dark room.
Naya walks closer to her, "everything good?"
"Awesome. Your room looks different in the dark."
"A lot of things look different in the dark," Naya says quietly. She runs her hands up and down Heather's arms. "We can turn the light on, if you'd like?"
Heather smiles, "no, the dark is nice."
With a small smile of her own, Naya breathes in. "This is okay right? I mean we can go and drink wine if you don't want to be in here, or we could watch TV…, anything you want."
"This is good," Heather answers and Naya has the urge to hug her. Despite still being completely worked up and very touch sensitive, she just really wants to hold Heather.
She doesn't.
Instead she steps back and looks to her bed. "Sit down for me." She hushes. It almost comes out as a question but Naya's thinks that's just because of her nerves.
She doesn't want it to sound like a question. Because she doesn't want to be nervous. So she swallows down the tight feeling that is trying to eat at her stomach and watches as Heather sits on the edge of the bed. She sits slowly; slower than Naya anticipated from her.
With a deep breath in, Naya walks closer to Heather and kneels on the ground in front of her. She runs her hands up Heather's thighs and smiles.
"I had fun today." She says.
Heather grins back, "me too."
"But now…," Naya stands, her hands dig into Heather's knees for support. "Now I really want to kiss you." She leans forward and presses her lips to Heather's. It's softer than any of her previous kisses and straight away Heather hums happily. Her hands cup Naya's face and she holds the kiss for a little bit longer.
Naya keeps her hands on Heather's knees and when she pulls back it's slowly.
Heather's watching her, "we can kiss again if you want." She whispers and Naya nods as she goes in for another.
She could kiss Heather all day. It's easy and nice and her stomach curls with excitement every time. Heather's hands slide to Naya's shoulders and she pulls her into her body as she allows herself to fall backwards. Naya easily goes with her and the kiss is broken when they land on the mattress clumsily. Holding in the chuckle that wants to leave her mouth Naya settles for a quick grin as she kisses down Heather's neck. Heather keens her approval.
It's tentative at first, Naya's kisses. And Heather's skin feels so hot against her lips that with every soft-touching kiss she places on Heather's neck, Naya's body reacts from her warm skin. It's like a buzz. That's how Naya feels. Buzzed. It's almost like she's consumed the wine she had spilt earlier. Actually it is like Heather is making her drunk. Drunk and perhaps delirious, because Naya finds her own hands pulling on Heather's tank top without much of her own consent and she finds she kind of really wants Heather to let her take it off.
Heather does. She grabs the hem of the shirt herself and while still lying down she shimmies it up and over her head. Naya's hands help.
As soon as the shirt is removed and tossed aside, Naya's lips find purchase on Heather's collarbone. She grazes her teeth lightly before covering the same bit of skin with eager kisses and a soothing tongue.
Heather pushes her chest up at the action and Naya runs her hand through Heather's hair before following a path down her neck, over her collarbone and to one of her breasts. Although Heather's still wearing a bra, Naya manages to slide her hand under the bottom edge of it and cup Heather's breast without the fabric getting in the way.
It's kind of a bold movement, but Heather's small gasp pushes Naya's nerves away and she trails wet kisses down until she's sucking just over Heather's other breast. Heather's skin is so soft it keeps Naya's lips gentle and she's rewarded with a soft moan in response. It's easy to tell that Heather responds more openly when Naya is slower and tender, so Naya keeps her touches light and her kisses even lighter and Heather lets another quiet moan fall past her lips and into the dark room.
It makes Naya's stomach twist with want and she pushes her hips down harder. Heather gasps again.
"Wh suh – " Heather goes to say something but Naya cuts her off with a quick kiss. Their lips slide together as Heather deepens it with a small flick of her tongue. It's wet and fast and Naya's air is dragged from her lungs when Heather slowly breaks away. She ends up trying to reconnect their lips, but Heather talks quickly. "We should take off your shirt as well." She manages around an exhale.
Naya nods. Because her words won't work with how turned on she is, and if they did she'd just be making random keening sounds anyway.
She sits up and straddles Heather's waist as she pulls her shirt off. It's quick and rushed and Naya knows she looks desperate to rid herself of the apparel, but honestly, with Heather beneath her she's not going to waste time. Heather's watching her with a soft smile and her eyes run across her stomach and chest appraisingly. The attention makes Naya want to blush, so she leans down, cups Heather's face decisively and places a firm kiss to her lips.
It's not soft. It's bruising. The kind of kiss Naya knows she'll still feel the next morning. And it takes Heather by surprise because she doesn't immediately kiss back. But when she does, it's like Naya expects; gentle.
Loving. That's the word.
Heather's tongue begs for entrance by licking at Naya's bottom lip and Naya can't help but give the girl everything she wants, so she parts her lips just slightly and allows Heather access. Heather makes a mewling noise in her throat that has Naya's body heating with pleasure. She wants to make Heather mewl again and again and again. She really is getting drunk off the blonde. Her entire world is centred down to warm, wet, nice, Heather.
Heather gives her another little sound from her throat and Naya rewards her by tangling her hand in the girls' soft hair. She grips a handful of hair and gently tugs Heather's head back, so much so they break their kiss. Heather's hands rest on Naya's sides.
"What are you doing?" Heather laughs softly when Naya flicks her tongue out to taste the girls' skin. She wants to nibble and suck until a bruise blooms but she refrains and instead licks a wet, hot stripe down Heather's exposed throat.
In-between wet, open-mouthed kisses to Heather's warm skin, Naya replies; "I'm worshipping you." She says simply. Heather gives a breathy chuckle.
"Am I worshippable?" she breathes out and her breath hitches with a little caught moan. Naya wants to chuckle at Heather's use of a non-word but stops herself and decides she'd much rather bite at Heather's neck until the skin turns pink.
"Ngh," Heather manages when she feels Naya bite softly and then soothe the bite with a gentle swipe of her tongue.
Naya's stomach fills with butterflies and it causes her kisses to slow as she releases her grip on Heather's hair and pushes against the mattress to prop herself up. There's a small bruise already starting to form from where Naya was previously kissing, and she smiles at Heather's neck.
She doesn't get to relish the sight for much longer though because suddenly Heather flips them. It's done so quickly that Naya's kind of shocked when her back hits the mattress and Heather ends up straddling her, and despite herself Naya breathes out a soft chuckle. She smiles through a quick inhale and Heather returns it with flushed cheeks and a small wiggle of her hips.
The simple action sends heat straight between Naya's legs and she grabs Heather's hips.
Her fingernails dig into soft skin and the hem of Heather's jeans and she pauses for a second in thought, Heather waits. And after another moment, Naya pulls herself into a sitting position so that Heather is effectively sitting on her lap and she wraps her arms around Heather's back; pulling her flush against her own body and crashing their lips together.
Heather moans and Naya swallows it with an eager tongue, humming contently in reply.
Heather wraps her arms around the back of Naya's neck and smiles into the kiss. Naya thinks she'll never get sick of Heather smiling against her lips.
With another soft moan Heather rolls her hips down delicately and Naya's own moan is stifled by the messy kiss they are sharing. She has the sudden desire to touch Heather and she doesn't self-censor.
With a trembling hand she reaches between their writhing bodies and cups a firm, round breast in her palm. Heather gives her a gasp for her trouble and rolls her hips down again.
Naya can't help the little noise of appreciation from leaving her mouth, god, she loves Heather's body; the swell of her small breasts, her toned stomach and long legs. Everything about the dancer is amazing.
"Please touch me?" Heather whimpers into the kiss. It's a question. And Naya nods, she is touching Heather, but she knows where Heather wants to be touched. It is simple to figure out when the girl is rolling her hips down and grinding against Naya so pleasurably.
She kneads Heather's breast once more, before she slides her palm flat against Heather's stomach and inches it down. She doesn't even have time to be nervous because Heather is moving and grinding in a steady rhythm that has all of Naya's attention.
With a wet exhale Naya presses her lips to Heather's firmly, sucking on her bottom lip as she dips her fingertips under the waist of Heather's jeans. Her heart is pounding in her ears so hard she can hardly hear. But it's a good feeling. She feels alive.
Heather breaks the kiss and her arms unwrap from around Naya as she breathes in. It's not in a nervous manner, but Naya still slows her movements just in case. She can feel the heat from Heather's skin and her fingers eagerly dip further until she's cupping Heather over her panties. Heather is warm and Naya's arousal grows at the feeling as she breathes a moan.
Heather follows with her own little noise and rocks her hips down in a perfect roll, her stomach tightens at the pressure Naya's touch causes and she rocks again.
She wants to kiss Naya, but her breathing is quickening and with every press of Naya's palm against her center she's finding it harder to think. Naya's other hand grips her waist and Heather's skin feels like it's on fire as she pushes her mouth to Naya's neck and sucks and kisses, and nips.
Her hands tangle in Naya's hair and she grinds down again, the friction pulls a shaky breath from her and Naya presses up with just the right amount of pressure to make Heather's gasp hitch in her throat and her kisses become lazy. Her body rushes with a familiar ache. A feeling that overrides any thought process.
Naya's hand on her waist moves up to cup her breast again and Heather arches into the touch as her hips move down. She hates that she's still wearing her jeans, they're restricting and Heather's sure Naya's wrist would be getting uncomfortable from the position they're in. She pulls away from Naya's neck and tugs on the actresses' hair to tilt her head up slightly.
Naya's cheeks are flushed and her eyes flick over every part of Heather's face. It's like she's trying to take in all the little expressions Heather gives.
With another roll of her hips to encourage Naya, Heather presses her lips to Naya's jaw and then to her mouth.
Her body jolts with pleasure when Naya finds her clit and she clenches her thighs around Naya's legs. The gasp that leaves her mouth ends up breaking the kiss, so around a heavy exhale she drops her lips to Naya's shoulder. She's not even able to kiss the skin there properly because Naya starts making small, tight circles over her clit and the fabric of her underwear adds an extra friction that causes the spot below Heather's stomach to tighten so much she thinks she'll explode.
Naya's lips are skimming over her neck a moment later and kissing behind her ear, and Heather almost melts into the gentle touch. She keeps grinding her hips down and Naya's pace quickens as her other hand slides around Heather's back and pulls her closer. Heather can feel Naya's body moving in time with hers; every roll of her hips is met with a soft moan from Naya and every time she tenses, Naya presses against her harder.
She can feel the pressure building and building, it's like she's suddenly super sensitive to every kiss Naya places on her skin. She can feel her underwear becoming slippery and she's sure Naya can too, because with a small dip of her fingers Naya slips underneath the thin fabric and presses her fingers against Heather's clit again. With a slower pace than before she starts rubbing small circles again, setting a steady rhythm that Heather follows.
She's shaking. Her thighs are squeezing Naya's own legs hard. And every breath seems to be coming out as low grunts, but her mouth is pressed to Naya's shoulder so she isn't that loud.
With a kiss to Heather's neck, Naya starts to push harder and go quicker. And Heather's stomach tightens as a knot forms with every grind of her hips. She can feel it growing. It's like something inside her is unravelling and she had no control over it.
With another roll of her hips Heather's body tenses as the knot in her stomach untangles and she gasps against Naya's shoulder while she sucks in air. She feels so high and out of control as pleasure rolls through her body, but it's a good feeling. One that spreads through her warmly and leaves her gripping Naya so tightly their chests are flush against one another.
Her muscles in her stomach clench and her heart stops. It even makes her breathing stop. And with no air in her lungs she buries her face into the crook of Naya's neck and whimpers shakily. It sounds quiet. Naya brings her down slowly, kissing any skin her mouth can reach and Heather's thankful for the calming kisses because her heart is pounding so hard it almost hurts.
She grips Naya's hair again and pulls her head back so she can kiss her. It's clumsy and quick, but Naya pushes into it with a moan of her own and manages to keep Heather kissing as she presses against Heather with soft fingers. Heather's so warm and wet and Naya's heart races with so much adoration and arousal for the girl. She's so worked up her lungs won't take in air properly.
"I want to try something." Heather breathes as she pulls back from the kiss, her body is buzzing from her orgasm and Naya's hand stays cupping her.
Naya's small pants are about the only coherent reply Heather gets. Her lips are red and her eyes are dark, almost predatory and it makes Heather's stomach curl with desire as she rolls her hips one more time. Pleasure shoots through her body. "I- I want you to lie down, on your back." She continues, placing a quick kiss to Naya's lips as she reaches for Naya's wrist and pulls her hand away from her center.
She misses the contact immediately, but she wants to try something and she won't ever get around to doing it if Naya keeps touching her.
"Lie down," She encourages with a small push against Naya's shoulders.
Naya complies and slowly lays back, her hands rest over her stomach and she watches Heather silently. Still straddling Naya, Heather bends forward and kisses along Naya's collarbone. She nips the skin so gently it's barely a graze of her teeth and then like Naya had to her, she soothes the bite with her tongue. Naya's hands are grabbing Heather's shoulders and hair and Heather smiles into her kiss when Naya lets a gasping sound leave her mouth.
With more eager kisses to Naya's skin, Heather trails her lips lower as she kisses down to Naya's chest. With soft little mouse kisses she cups Naya's breasts in both her hands and Naya pushes up into the touch, scratching her nails along Heather's bare shoulders as she does.
Moving further down, Heather places quick open mouthed kisses along Naya's stomach. She can feel Naya's stomach muscles tensing against her lips and she smiles as she lifts her head to look up. Naya is watching her with hooded eyes.
Allowing her body to slide off the bed until her knees hit the ground, Heather grabs under Naya's ankles and with a strong pull she tugs her down. She stops when Naya's feet can touch the carpet and smiles at the small gasp from Naya. The action was probably unexpected.
With Naya still lying on her back, Heather moves quickly to unbutton the actresses' jeans. With a little help from Naya herself the jeans are pulled off and tossed aside and Heather's heart rate sky rockets as she kneels on the floor between Naya's legs.
She's never done anything like this before. Not to a girl anyway. And she honestly has no idea what she's doing, or about to do. Or really what she has been doing all along. But despite how unsure she is, Heather finds herself placing a small kiss to the inside of Naya's knee. Her hands rest on the back of Naya's calves and she kisses the other knee just as softly.
Naya's breath almost stops when Heather's hands run up her bare thighs, and it actually does stop when Heather hooks her fingers under the hem of her underwear and starts wiggling them down. It's like their first time in the trailer, except Naya's actually going to be basically naked. Aside from her bra. And it causes the butterflies to react with tiny bites that Naya can't decide if she likes or hates. When Heather kisses just above her knee though, Naya's certain she likes them.
She shuts her eyes once her underwear is off and holds her breath. It's done out of nerves but also because Heather is kissing up her thigh with firm presses and a wet tongue and Naya's sure she knows what is coming next. Her whole body is buzzing with every kiss, and the closer Heather gets to her destination the more Naya's stomach tightens with pleasure.
It's like its building and building and she wants more, so much more. But she also wants to stop everything for a second and hold onto the feeling she has right now. Maybe catch her thoughts up or slow them down. She's not sure.
Heather pauses her kissing. "I might not be good." She whispers. Naya doesn't miss the doubt in Heather's tone and with her eyes still shut she shakes her head. She doubts Heather could be anything but good. Great probably.
"Keep going," She encourages. It's about the only thing her mind will let her think. She breathes in and Heather's lips return to her skin. This time she's kissing closer. A lot closer and Naya digs her heels against the side of the bed in preparation.
Heather's lips feel warm and soft and she kisses her way up Naya's thighs, her hands wraps around Naya's hips and Naya's thankful for the touch because a second later Heather's tongue is pressing flat against her and every nerve in Naya's body jolts with instant pleasure.
It's a feeling that draws a whimper from her and Heather pulls back to place a calming kiss to the inside of Naya's thigh. Her hands grip around Naya's hips more firmly and Naya lets out a shaky breath. She's already worked up from touching Heather and her chest expands with a deep inhale as she tries to slow her heartbeat.
"Keep going," she intones again, this time it's raspy and rough. She can't control the next word that tumbles from her gaping lips; "please." But it doesn't matter because Heather gives Naya's hips a squeeze and licks against her center so lightly it sends a tight jolt of hot pleasure across Naya's abdomen.
Heather is being a gentle lover, a thoughtful one, and damn it makes Naya turned on.
Rolling her hips she seeks out the warm wetness that is Heather's mouth. Heather flashes a lopsided little smile and bends her neck so that she can run the tip of her tongue against Naya's clit. Her tongue is warm and nothing Naya's ever experienced comes close to what Heather is making her feel right now. She can't even control how heavy she's breathing. Her lungs empty and fill with every gasp and Naya lets a moan slip from between her lips when Heather hums her satisfaction.
Her hot breath rushes against Naya's sensitive center and it causes a breathy, stuck sound to climb Naya's throat as she breathes, she's lost for words. Not that she needs to speak.
Heather's palms flatten and run up Naya's sides and over her abdomen as she places a kiss against her clit and holds it. She changes the kiss and swirls her tongue over the sensitive bud and a moan rips from Naya's throat with a rasp. She's close already. She can feel her body tightening and even though she's trying to stay still, because everything Heather is doing feels amazing, she can't help but roll her hips up.
It makes Heather kiss harder and when she swirls her tongue again at just the right pressure, Naya's hands grab for Heather's own. Covering them and holding them in place on her abdomen.
She's shaking and so close to falling over the edge and between her heavy pants Heather's name slips out. Repeatedly.
Heather kisses and licks and presses her tongue against every part of Naya in response and a wave of pleasure rolls through Naya's body. Heather kisses again. Another wave. And Naya scratches her nails over the backs of Heather's hands. She hears Heather hum and the vibration against her sensitive skin pulls her to that edge.
She rolls her hips up for more friction and Heather flattens her tongue with another circled swirl before she kisses firmly and that's all Naya's needs to come undone. Her gasp is loud and her nails bite into Heather's skin as ripple after ripple of white hot pleasure fills her stomach and pushes against every nerve in her body. Air fills her lungs and her back arches from the bed as another moan is pulled from deep within her.
Heather keeps kissing her softly, bringing her down from her high and then she crawls her way back on top of Naya and settles against her warmly.
Naya's quick to wrap her arms around Heather and even quicker to claim her lips in a lazy kiss. She kisses Heather gently. And like Naya expects, Heather responds with a happy little hum and smiles into the kiss.
The bedroom is even darker now but a soft glow from the streets outside cast gold and white streaks of light through the blinds, and Naya kisses Heather until her body is too tired to properly function.
It's somewhere between falling asleep and feeling Heather's lips grazing her collarbone, that Naya's heart overfills with an emotion so close to love she almost thinks it might be.
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TBC