Fic: It's Good to Hear Your Voice, You Know It's Been So Long (RPF: Dianna Agron/Lea Michele -NC-17)
Title: It's Good To Hear Your Voice, You Know It's Been So Long
Author: an_an0maly
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,250
Summary: Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation...
Disclaimer: These are real people, and in no way is this factual representation of real life events.
Author’s Note: grdnofevrythng asked for this last night - ok, she asked for the main idea. At least, I think she did. It was almost 4am at the time. Title is from Blondie’s “Hanging on the Telephone”. And I have absolutely no idea where this came from. Heed the NC-17 rating. Seriously.
Lea rolled over as she heard her phone start ringing. She groaned as she knocked over a box of tissues on her bedside table trying to reach her iPhone. As she pulled it toward her, she heard her iPhone cable fall to the floor. “Fuck,” she muttered. With bleary eyes she brought the phone up to her face to check who was calling her at 2 o’clock in the morning. A photo of her and Dianna flashed across the screen and although she’d been rudely awakened by the girl, she couldn’t help but let a small smile slip across her lips.
She slid her thumb across the screen to answer the call. She brought the phone up to her ear and rolled onto her back. “You are aware of the time on the West Coast, right?” Lea asked her voice laden with sleep. Dianna was on Long Island still filming. They’d been apart now for almost three and a half weeks and Lea was seriously entertaining the thought of flying out and spending the last few days of filming with Dianna.
“What are you wearing?” Dianna asked through the phone line.
Lea rolled her eyes in the dark. “Di, it’s two in the morning. I’m in my pajamas.” Her voice was groggy with sleep and Lea knew Dianna was quite aware of the time difference.
There was some rustling on the other end of the phone before Dianna’s soft voice floated down the line. “Lea?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you wearing?”
Lea slid her body down lower into her bed, the covers keeping her warm up to her shoulders. “Fine. I’m wearing my black short shorts and that red tourist t-shirt we bought in Sydney.” She had no idea what Dianna was worried about, she was bundled up enough and it wasn’t like Los Angeles got that cold in November.
“Take them off.” Dianna ordered, her voice lowering in pitch.
Lea’s lips curled up into a grin as she realized where Dianna was going with this. “Are you trying to initiate phone sex with me, Ms Dianna?” Lea asked as she moved her phone to her left ear. Dianna wasn’t exactly the most forthcoming when instigating sex between them. Lea wasn’t sure if it was because she was Dianna’s first girlfriend, or because Di had the type of personality that craved a dominant partner.
“I don’t hear your clothes coming off.” Dianna replied ignoring the brunette.
Lea pouted. “I don’t ever remember you being this bossy,” she sighed playfully. “But okay, I’ll get naked. It’s a pity you’re not here with me though.” She pulled her phone away and tapped the speaker icon on the screen. She set the phone down on the pillow next to her. Sitting up she pulled at the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over head letting it fall to the floor beside her bed. She lay back before reaching down to her hips where she hooked her thumbs into her shorts and underwear. She pushed them down bringing her knees up to pull them all the way off. They soon joined her t-shirt on the floor. “My clothes are on the floor.”
She heard some slight shuffling and a click before Dianna’s voice wafted through the speakers. “Now kick the sheets off.” There was a pause and a heady breath on the line.
Lea shivered from the sound of Dianna’s voice. Maybe Dianna wasn’t joking around with this. She quickly kicked off the sheets. Her breathing picked up in anticipation of Dianna’s next directive. She shuffled herself in the middle of her bed, head lying back against the pillows.
“Are you ready?” Dianna asked maintaining a low tone.
Lea nodded her head as she replied softly. “Yes.”
“Good,” Dianna said slowly. “Now close your eyes and just listen to my voice.”
Lea’s eyes fluttered closed, her fingers slightly clawing at the sheet beneath her. She was dominant by nature and loved to take charge in the bedroom. But sometimes it was nice to just sit back and let someone else do the work.
“I want you to imagine my hands are your hands. Everything I want to do to you, you have to do for me.” Lea whimpered as she imagined Dianna was in her bedroom with her. “Lay your hands gently on your stomach.”
Lea slowly moved her hands to rest on her abdomen. The muscles jumped at the first touch, as if her body knew these were Dianna’s hands touching her.
“I’m moving my hands slowly up your body, my fingertips gently grazing your heated skin until I reach the underside of your breasts.” Lea’s hands followed Dianna’s voice up and around to cup her breasts. “I use my fingers to trace the curve of them, driving you crazy because I won’t touch those beautiful dark peaks.” Her fingers begin to caress the soft mounds, circling around her areolas, but not venturing closer to her hardened nipples. Lea can’t help but sigh at the sensation.
“Breathe. I want to hear your every whisper.”
Lea whimpers as her fingers trace again around her nipples. She needs to feel Dianna’s hands on them. “Please... Di. I need... I need to touch them. Please,” she begs, her voice lowering with arousal.
“Not yet,” Dianna replies with a smile that was easily heard through the line. “I’m sliding my left hand down toward your belly. My other hand still teasing your breast, is slowly moving closer and closer to where you need my touch.”
Lea slowly slides her right hand back down toward her belly. “Where... Where are you touching me?” She asks in a small voice.
Dianna lets out a low, lazy laugh. “My fingers are trailing down towards your hip.” Dianna waits a few seconds, making sure Lea’s hands are in the right place. “Spread your legs for me.”
Lea’s breath hitches in her throat but she follows orders. Her legs bend at the knees and she slowly pulls them apart, opening herself up to the cool air.
“Wider.”
“Di...” Lea whispers as her legs follow suit and open wider. Lea can feel the cool air on her over-heated flesh. She keeps her eyes closed because that was an order, but she can’t help feel a little over exposed, her body on display like this.
“Are you wet Lea?” Dianna suddenly asks.
Lea turns her head into her pillow but doesn’t dare move either hand to check. “Yes,” she whimpers. Her fingers on her breast are skimming across the soft flesh, avoiding her sensitive nipple.
“How wet?”
Lea hears the question, but it takes her a few seconds to understand the meaning. “I... You’re hands... they aren’t...” Lea replies trying to form a coherent sentence.
Dianna quickly takes over, her voice low as she directs Lea’s hand toward her centre. “My hand is moving slowly down from your hip to the top of your thigh. I’m tracing the sensitive crease of skin between your leg and your wet heat.”
Lea’s fingers trace the path Dianna describes. Her hand is so close to where she needs it to be, but it doesn’t move toward her centre. Dianna is controlling all of her.
“I’m reaching a finger out slowly, close to your wet heat.” Lea’s index finger follows, stopping and hovering over her entrance. “Reaching forward, I can feel your heat pressing against my fingertip. Can you feel it? How wet you are?”
Lea gasps out a ‘yes’ as she feels her finger at her entrance tracing around it, slowly getting covered in her essence. She clenches her eyes tight, her hand on her breast faltering in its ministrations. She feels the urge to slide her fingers deep inside herself, but she holds back, waiting.
“Tell me how wet you are, Lea.” Dianna softly commands through the phone.
Lea’s finger continues to trace the hot, wet flesh. “My finger is covered. I’m so ready for you. I need you.” She whispers pleadingly.
“Good.” That one word sends shivers down Lea’s spine and before she can stop herself, her finger dips inside, her back arching up from the mattress.
“You know better than that.” Dianna’s voice suddenly cuts through the silence and Lea quickly slips her finger back out. “I can’t have you spoiling my fun too early.”
“I’m sorry. Sorry.” Lea pants as she rips her hand away from her centre and buries it beneath her back. She knows she’s in trouble. “How... how did you...?”
A sigh comes through the line. “You forget that I know you. I know how you think. I know the look in your eyes when you want me. I know how to make you sigh, how to make you whimper and how to make you groan. I know where to touch to make you writhe, and I know where to kiss you to make you beg me for more.” Dianna’s silent for a few seconds letting her words sink in. “I know everything about you.”
Lea whimpers at the images Dianna’s put in her head. She hears Dianna’s low laugh close to her ear. “Now you need to be punished. Move your hands beneath your back. I don’t want you tempted to touch yourself.”
Lea almost tries to protest, but her body follows directions better than her mind.
“Are they secure?” Dianna asks. There’s some indistinguishable noise in the background, but Lea is too concerned with answering Dianna’s question to fully comprehend it.
Lea blushes and sighs before answering. “Yes.” She feels like she’s a little girl again, in trouble for being caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She knows that this punishment isn’t going to be anything like a stern talking-to about stealing.
“I know this is hard for you - being told what to do.” Dianna starts saying. “You’re so independent and it’s one of the things I love about you. But we need to control your impulses.”
Lea pouts at Dianna’s words. “Now, now. No need to make that face. You know I’m telling the truth. If you could control yourself, you wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. All this time we’re going to be working on your punishment when we could have had your fingers buried deep inside of you by now.”
Lea whimpers at Dianna’s words. She knows the blonde is telling the truth, but along with her independence comes her stubbornness. She’s not quite ready to admit that Dianna is right.
Part Two
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Author: an_an0maly
Rating: NC-17
Words: 3,250
Summary: Your voice across the line gives me a strange sensation...
Disclaimer: These are real people, and in no way is this factual representation of real life events.
Author’s Note: grdnofevrythng asked for this last night - ok, she asked for the main idea. At least, I think she did. It was almost 4am at the time. Title is from Blondie’s “Hanging on the Telephone”. And I have absolutely no idea where this came from. Heed the NC-17 rating. Seriously.
Lea rolled over as she heard her phone start ringing. She groaned as she knocked over a box of tissues on her bedside table trying to reach her iPhone. As she pulled it toward her, she heard her iPhone cable fall to the floor. “Fuck,” she muttered. With bleary eyes she brought the phone up to her face to check who was calling her at 2 o’clock in the morning. A photo of her and Dianna flashed across the screen and although she’d been rudely awakened by the girl, she couldn’t help but let a small smile slip across her lips.
She slid her thumb across the screen to answer the call. She brought the phone up to her ear and rolled onto her back. “You are aware of the time on the West Coast, right?” Lea asked her voice laden with sleep. Dianna was on Long Island still filming. They’d been apart now for almost three and a half weeks and Lea was seriously entertaining the thought of flying out and spending the last few days of filming with Dianna.
“What are you wearing?” Dianna asked through the phone line.
Lea rolled her eyes in the dark. “Di, it’s two in the morning. I’m in my pajamas.” Her voice was groggy with sleep and Lea knew Dianna was quite aware of the time difference.
There was some rustling on the other end of the phone before Dianna’s soft voice floated down the line. “Lea?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you wearing?”
Lea slid her body down lower into her bed, the covers keeping her warm up to her shoulders. “Fine. I’m wearing my black short shorts and that red tourist t-shirt we bought in Sydney.” She had no idea what Dianna was worried about, she was bundled up enough and it wasn’t like Los Angeles got that cold in November.
“Take them off.” Dianna ordered, her voice lowering in pitch.
Lea’s lips curled up into a grin as she realized where Dianna was going with this. “Are you trying to initiate phone sex with me, Ms Dianna?” Lea asked as she moved her phone to her left ear. Dianna wasn’t exactly the most forthcoming when instigating sex between them. Lea wasn’t sure if it was because she was Dianna’s first girlfriend, or because Di had the type of personality that craved a dominant partner.
“I don’t hear your clothes coming off.” Dianna replied ignoring the brunette.
Lea pouted. “I don’t ever remember you being this bossy,” she sighed playfully. “But okay, I’ll get naked. It’s a pity you’re not here with me though.” She pulled her phone away and tapped the speaker icon on the screen. She set the phone down on the pillow next to her. Sitting up she pulled at the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up and over head letting it fall to the floor beside her bed. She lay back before reaching down to her hips where she hooked her thumbs into her shorts and underwear. She pushed them down bringing her knees up to pull them all the way off. They soon joined her t-shirt on the floor. “My clothes are on the floor.”
She heard some slight shuffling and a click before Dianna’s voice wafted through the speakers. “Now kick the sheets off.” There was a pause and a heady breath on the line.
Lea shivered from the sound of Dianna’s voice. Maybe Dianna wasn’t joking around with this. She quickly kicked off the sheets. Her breathing picked up in anticipation of Dianna’s next directive. She shuffled herself in the middle of her bed, head lying back against the pillows.
“Are you ready?” Dianna asked maintaining a low tone.
Lea nodded her head as she replied softly. “Yes.”
“Good,” Dianna said slowly. “Now close your eyes and just listen to my voice.”
Lea’s eyes fluttered closed, her fingers slightly clawing at the sheet beneath her. She was dominant by nature and loved to take charge in the bedroom. But sometimes it was nice to just sit back and let someone else do the work.
“I want you to imagine my hands are your hands. Everything I want to do to you, you have to do for me.” Lea whimpered as she imagined Dianna was in her bedroom with her. “Lay your hands gently on your stomach.”
Lea slowly moved her hands to rest on her abdomen. The muscles jumped at the first touch, as if her body knew these were Dianna’s hands touching her.
“I’m moving my hands slowly up your body, my fingertips gently grazing your heated skin until I reach the underside of your breasts.” Lea’s hands followed Dianna’s voice up and around to cup her breasts. “I use my fingers to trace the curve of them, driving you crazy because I won’t touch those beautiful dark peaks.” Her fingers begin to caress the soft mounds, circling around her areolas, but not venturing closer to her hardened nipples. Lea can’t help but sigh at the sensation.
“Breathe. I want to hear your every whisper.”
Lea whimpers as her fingers trace again around her nipples. She needs to feel Dianna’s hands on them. “Please... Di. I need... I need to touch them. Please,” she begs, her voice lowering with arousal.
“Not yet,” Dianna replies with a smile that was easily heard through the line. “I’m sliding my left hand down toward your belly. My other hand still teasing your breast, is slowly moving closer and closer to where you need my touch.”
Lea slowly slides her right hand back down toward her belly. “Where... Where are you touching me?” She asks in a small voice.
Dianna lets out a low, lazy laugh. “My fingers are trailing down towards your hip.” Dianna waits a few seconds, making sure Lea’s hands are in the right place. “Spread your legs for me.”
Lea’s breath hitches in her throat but she follows orders. Her legs bend at the knees and she slowly pulls them apart, opening herself up to the cool air.
“Wider.”
“Di...” Lea whispers as her legs follow suit and open wider. Lea can feel the cool air on her over-heated flesh. She keeps her eyes closed because that was an order, but she can’t help feel a little over exposed, her body on display like this.
“Are you wet Lea?” Dianna suddenly asks.
Lea turns her head into her pillow but doesn’t dare move either hand to check. “Yes,” she whimpers. Her fingers on her breast are skimming across the soft flesh, avoiding her sensitive nipple.
“How wet?”
Lea hears the question, but it takes her a few seconds to understand the meaning. “I... You’re hands... they aren’t...” Lea replies trying to form a coherent sentence.
Dianna quickly takes over, her voice low as she directs Lea’s hand toward her centre. “My hand is moving slowly down from your hip to the top of your thigh. I’m tracing the sensitive crease of skin between your leg and your wet heat.”
Lea’s fingers trace the path Dianna describes. Her hand is so close to where she needs it to be, but it doesn’t move toward her centre. Dianna is controlling all of her.
“I’m reaching a finger out slowly, close to your wet heat.” Lea’s index finger follows, stopping and hovering over her entrance. “Reaching forward, I can feel your heat pressing against my fingertip. Can you feel it? How wet you are?”
Lea gasps out a ‘yes’ as she feels her finger at her entrance tracing around it, slowly getting covered in her essence. She clenches her eyes tight, her hand on her breast faltering in its ministrations. She feels the urge to slide her fingers deep inside herself, but she holds back, waiting.
“Tell me how wet you are, Lea.” Dianna softly commands through the phone.
Lea’s finger continues to trace the hot, wet flesh. “My finger is covered. I’m so ready for you. I need you.” She whispers pleadingly.
“Good.” That one word sends shivers down Lea’s spine and before she can stop herself, her finger dips inside, her back arching up from the mattress.
“You know better than that.” Dianna’s voice suddenly cuts through the silence and Lea quickly slips her finger back out. “I can’t have you spoiling my fun too early.”
“I’m sorry. Sorry.” Lea pants as she rips her hand away from her centre and buries it beneath her back. She knows she’s in trouble. “How... how did you...?”
A sigh comes through the line. “You forget that I know you. I know how you think. I know the look in your eyes when you want me. I know how to make you sigh, how to make you whimper and how to make you groan. I know where to touch to make you writhe, and I know where to kiss you to make you beg me for more.” Dianna’s silent for a few seconds letting her words sink in. “I know everything about you.”
Lea whimpers at the images Dianna’s put in her head. She hears Dianna’s low laugh close to her ear. “Now you need to be punished. Move your hands beneath your back. I don’t want you tempted to touch yourself.”
Lea almost tries to protest, but her body follows directions better than her mind.
“Are they secure?” Dianna asks. There’s some indistinguishable noise in the background, but Lea is too concerned with answering Dianna’s question to fully comprehend it.
Lea blushes and sighs before answering. “Yes.” She feels like she’s a little girl again, in trouble for being caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She knows that this punishment isn’t going to be anything like a stern talking-to about stealing.
“I know this is hard for you - being told what to do.” Dianna starts saying. “You’re so independent and it’s one of the things I love about you. But we need to control your impulses.”
Lea pouts at Dianna’s words. “Now, now. No need to make that face. You know I’m telling the truth. If you could control yourself, you wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. All this time we’re going to be working on your punishment when we could have had your fingers buried deep inside of you by now.”
Lea whimpers at Dianna’s words. She knows the blonde is telling the truth, but along with her independence comes her stubbornness. She’s not quite ready to admit that Dianna is right.
Part Two
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