Happiness
Title: Happiness
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I don't own anything...at all.
Summary: Dianna and Lea's relationship to The Fray's Happiness(another song fic, it's how I roll)
A/N: So this one is for spentayearinla (I didn't forget...although you may have:). So my heart is hurting from the utter lack of Dianna/Lea lately so I decided to write this tonight. I hope you enjoy<33333
You close your eyes against the bright rays of the sun as you turn your Ipod on and the calming sounds of Jon Brion’s Phone Call fills your MiniCoop. You’d specifically left your apartment a half an hour early because you knew your nerves would get the best of you and you would need this extra time to calm down.
You’d been the last one cast which meant you were the only cast member who hadn’t been introduced, which meant people had probably been talking about you and formulating opinions.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
So maybe you had made the situation worse when Ryan had told you how amazing and talented Jane Lynch, and Matthew Morrison, and Lea Michele all were and so you had Googled them.
“Calm down. This is an extraordinary opportunity. You’ll be fine.”
You repeated the mantra over and over again until the sound of screeching tires caught your attention. The car had squeezed into the spot next to yours…barely, and you watched as the reckless driver jumped out of the driver’s seat and ran around to the passenger side, squeezing herself between your window and her door.
You recognize her immediately despite the beanie and dark sunglasses, Lea Michele, and cringe as she carelessly swings the door open in order to get to whatever it is that she wants.
Tote bags. You watch as Lea hurriedly grabs at the bags on her passenger seat, flipping not one, not two, but three packed full totes over her tiny shoulder and with every swing she solidly collides with the window of your MiniCoop…your baby.
It isn’t until Lea is completely finished and shimming away that she realizes that you’re in the car. She stops, removes her sunglasses, and casually leans against the hood of your MiniCoop, as if she didn’t just beat it senseless, and waits for you to exit the car.
You grab your purse and slide out from between the door as gracefully as one can when given only a breath of space, smooth your dress and stand in front of the tiny brunette who just pummelled your car.
“Hi, I’m Dianna Agron.”
You blush slightly as her dark brown eyes travel from the top of your head down to your toes, and then travel back up to meet your eyes, a broad grin plastered on her face.
“Well at least you’re not a bitch!”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re blushing and bitches don’t blush!”
You literally have no words because seriously how do you respond to that, although your response really doesn’t matter that much because apparently Lea’s not done talking yet.
“Yeah… the rest of the cast has been kind of speculating on who Ryan got to fill the part of supreme bitch Quinn Fabray and we’ve all had our fingers crossed that she wouldn’t be a total bitch too…so lucky us. Oh and I’m Lea Michele.”
“Yeah I know.”
Her smile just widens.
“So you Googled me after Ryan told you who the rest of the cast was?”
“Umm…we should get going I really don’t want to be late on the first day.”
You can’t stop your face from blushing a deeper shade of red as she laughs at you.
“Sorry about crashing into your window back there I didn’t realize you were in the car.”
You laugh at the statement as the two of you walk towards the building in sync.
“So you’re only sorry because I saw you do it?”
“Basically.”
*****<3*****
You’re pleasantly buzzed…very pleasantly buzzed.
The party had been Naya’s idea because the ladies needed to bond, and currently there was only you and Lea and Naya left, well technically just you and Lea because Naya was most definitely passed out on her bed. It was totally her own fault because she had insisted that shots be non optional.
“You smell nice Di.”
You and Lea were cuddled on the couch because alcohol only seemed to increase the unexplainable urge to touch each other that existed between the two of you even on the most sober of days.
“Well you have nice hair Lea.”
Lea sat up because now it was a game, and an alcohol induced grin spread across her face.
“You have pretty eyes Dianna. Hazel, you get two colours at once.”
Lea leaned closer apparently feeling the need to inspect your two toned eyes.
“Lea you have pretty lips, red and glossy, two things at once.”
You smile sheepishly as you run the pad of your thumb across her gloss slicked full bottom lip. Lea is on her knees now and before you know what’s happening her lips are on yours. It’s over far too quickly for your liking, and your alcohol dosed brain doesn’t even attempt to muddle through the reasons why.
“You taste good.”
You lean in slowly and trap Lea’s bottom lip between your teeth, running your tongue along it teasingly. Lea’s impatient and soon her fingers are tangled in your hair pulling you closer, until you’re touching everywhere.
The kiss is slow and languid, the alcohol slowing your movements in the most enjoyable way possible. Tongues explore as lips slide together. Low pants and soft moans fill the air as teeth begin to nip and scrape. It’s warm and soft and hazy.
“I knew it!”
You slowly detach your lips from Lea, despite your body’s protest, and look to where the voice of the intruder is coming from. Naya is standing there, right behind the couch, with an evil smile on her face. She leans down and wraps her arms around both you and Lea and sticks her head right in between.
“It’s only been two weeks on set and already there’s been some cast hook ups…let’s just keep our trailer a sex free zone ladies.”
*****<3*****
“Lea, LA Hobo Chic is definitely NOT working for you.”
You stare across at Lea who is frantically digging through a pile of bags on your shared trailer floor searching for her missing script. This utter chaos had been going on for three weeks now and you just couldn’t watch it anymore.
“What are you saying Agron I can’t pull off the look….Oh found it, so suck on that!”
You smile as Lea jumps around the trailer with her script grasped tightly in her left hand. Finally she sits down next to you on the small couch and begins flipping through her script looking for the scene she’s about to shoot.
Things could have been awkward after the kiss but it hadn’t been, it had just been comfortable.
“Ok Lea not only is LA Hobo Chic not working for you but it is not working for me, so I expect you to be packed and moved and my new room mate by Sunday.”
“Di….”
“No, be there or I’ll get angry.”
“You don’t do angry.”
Her broad grin irritated you to no end because after only three weeks Lea knew you.
“Fine, be there or I’ll get emo.”
You stand quickly making a dramatic exit, which is completely ruined by Lea’s taunting voice chasing after you.
“Emo I can believe!”
*****<3*****
You’re humming along to Laura Marling, which is currently blasting from your Ipod, when you hear a loud knock on your door…which isn’t letting up.
Lea.
You skip towards the door not bothering to turn the music down first, swing it open…and laugh immediately.
Lea’s standing there with three bags on each shoulder and four boxes at her feet, and an image of the Littlest Hobo enters your mind and makes itself at home.
“Nice Dianna, because your laughter is really going to help move these boxes.”
You bend over and slowly pick one up because they’re heavier than they look and you wonder how Lea got them up here at all.
“Not so funny now is it Agron…thank God there were some nice burly gentlemen who were utterly susceptible to my gorgeous looks downstairs to help carry them up and now… a pretty blonde, not quite as burly, but just as utterly susceptible to my gorgeous looks to carry them in.” Lea says with a chuckle, as she slaps you on the ass and walks right into the apartment, making herself at home.
On your last trip back in, heavy box in hand, your ears are assaulted with the electronica sound of Passion Pit which you follow into your bedroom after you set the box down. Lea is sprawled across your bed, hands behind her head, and totally relaxed.
“Lea!”
She sits up slowly and looks at you with those puppy dog eyes.
“You’re all done?”
“Yes I’M all done…”
“Pizza?”
You just nod as you flop down onto the bed next to her. You slide your hand into your pocket and pull out the shiny silver key and hand it to her, trapping the small key between your linked fingers.
“Here, this is for My Littlest Hobo…so you don’t have to knock anymore.”
*****<3*****
You are friends; that shared a drunken kiss, who cuddle soberly, then became room mates, and the proximity of that was bound to make you kiss more, which you did and now…
Well now Lea’s lips were travelling the bare expanse of your neck. Her tongue darting out periodically to taste the smooth flesh, as your hands fisted in dark hair anchoring Lea to your body.
Lea pulls back smiling and pushes hard on your shoulders so that you topple backwards onto your bed. She straddles your waist and you moan at the contact…and she grinds a little harder.
Your button down shirt and leggings are gone before you can blink and your left laying beneath Lea in your white lacy undergarments…you knew you’d end up in the bedroom tonight and you’d dressed accordingly.
Lea smiles a smile you’ve only ever seen on The Cheshire Cat, before she leans down and trails her tongue along every inch of flesh she had just exposed. Your hands just clench and unclench in the fabric of your blanket as Lea continues tasting every inch of you.
“Lea…I…need…”
More skin, more of her.
“What do you need Dianna?”
“Skin…naked.”
You’re proud that you had gotten any words out at all with the way Lea was staring at you, because it was taking your breath away. Then what little air you had left was completely knocked from your lungs as Lea pulled your panties away and unclasped your bra, both ending up in the same pile as the rest of your clothes.
“You’re right Dianna this is much better.”
Now her lips were closed around your peaked nipple and the sucking and biting had you bucking your hips up into Lea looking for any kind of friction.
“I…meant…I…need…you…naked.”
She let your nipple slide from her mouth with a pop and slowly sat up to look you in the eyes. Hopping down from her perch on your hips she now stood at the foot of the bed. Propping yourself up onto your elbows, which took a considerable amount of effort, you watched slack jawed as Lea tugged her shorts and panties off in one swift movement and then slowly pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her naked chest…braless.
Fingers teased and fumbled along slick hot skin.
Breathes mingled as lips dragged across each other, not wanting to part even for air.
Wet heat grinding against smooth thighs.
“Please…”
The air was sucked from the room as fingers slid deep.
Fingers pumped awkwardly until they found a rhythm…your rhythm.
Your lips smashed together, tongues duelling as fingers curled.
It felt like you were floating but your heart knew better, it knew you were falling.
*****<3*****
Your heart exploded as utter happiness and complete sorrow fought for space.
Sheik and Sater had turned The Powerhouse reading of Nero into the musical they had dreamed, and they wanted their original readers, Idina Menzel, Jeffrey Carlson, and Lea Michele as the Original Broadway Cast for their opening…in London.
She was bouncing off the walls as you kissed her goodbye at the airport.
You didn’t leave until her plane was in the sky.
Now your bed feels empty as you curl up in it pulling out your cell phone to send Lea a text you know she won’t get for a least a couple of more hours.
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good.
Miss you.
Break a leg.
Xoxoxoxox
*****<3*****
Your phone rings and you grope around in the dark for it. Seconds pass and the ringing continues as your sleep addled brain finally remembers that the stupid phone is hanging from the headboard inside your purse.
“What are you wearing?”
“Lea?”
“Morning Di…what are you wearing?”
“It’s three am Lea.”
“Yeah but its seven o’clock here and I want to hear you cum Dianna.”
Your body warms automatically at the sound of Lea’s voice.
“What are you wearing?”
“Your t shirt and some underwear.”
“Take them off, I want you completely naked.”
You obey throwing the clothes on the floor and then lying back down on the bed.
“I’ve been missing you so much Dianna, the way you smell, the way you feel, the way you taste…is your skin soft right now Dianna?”
You trace your fingers along your collar bone and down around the underside of your breast as you moan into the phone.
“God Dianna we haven’t even started yet.”
“Lea…”
It’s a plea and Lea loves it.
“I want my lips around your nipple, teeth pulling just hard enough.”
Your free hand cups your breast, fingers pulling roughly at the hardened nipple and you gasp.
“Lower Dianna, down your abs and over your hips. I know you’re soft there too.”
Lea’s husky voice has your fingers trembling as they follow the path that Lea instructed.
Your breathless pants and low throaty groans sound obscene to your own ears and you can’t imagine how they sound to Lea’s…it’s just been so long.
“Are you wet Di?”
You slowly trail your fingers down to feel the wetness you know is pooled there.
“Stop!”
Your fingers still immediately at the demand.
“No touching yet Di….are you wet?”
“Yes”
“If I was there I’d have my head buried between your legs and my tongue buried in you.”
Your legs clench together at the mental image, spreading the warm sticky liquid across your inner thighs. The friction feels good so you do it again, moaning into the phone as you do.
“Dianna?”
“…so wet Lea…for you…I need…I need your…fingers.”
The desire is clawing you raw inside and if you don’t get a release soon you might die.
“Three fingers now Dianna…deep just like you like it.”
You gasp out loud as you pump your fingers in and out at a furious pace, your hips rising in time with your hand. You hear Lea’s echoing groan over the line and know she’s doing the same.
“…Oh God …so close…Lea”
The heel of your hand grinds against your clit as your fingers slide deep. The orgasm washes over you as you listen to Lea’s breathing slowly return to normal.
“I miss you Di.”
“I miss you too.”
*****<3*****
The weeks pass by so slowly without Lea and you’ve become mopey…you just don’t know how to stop it.
Your phone buzzes so you open the text message.
You’re too sad, your Tumblr is depressing me.
I’m coming to kidnap you.
Ham on Rye adaptation, Bukowski, and the Franco brothers.
It won’t disappoint.
D.F
The smile that graces your lips is the first genuine one since Lea left and you decide that a project would do you good, and honestly who can say no when Bukowski is involved.
*****<3*****
Fourteen hours straight, your body was ready to collapse, but you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. The adaptation was done and it was absolutely brilliant…despite your obvious bias.
Your body relaxes under the hot spray of the shower. You slowly turn off the water and towel dry off, slipping into one of Lea’s t shirts and a pair of panties. Her scent lingers on the shirt and you inhale deeply.
Only four more days until her flight would land.
You fell asleep with a smile on your lips and Lea in your head
…and you woke with Lea cuddled beneath your arm.
You didn’t know what time she had gotten in or why she hadn’t called but it didn’t matter because your hand found the smooth skin on her hip and all that mattered was that she was home.
You straddle Lea’s hips and begin pressing feather light kisses across her cheek bones.
“Mmmmm…”
Lea’s eyes slowly open as she runs her hands up and down your bare thighs.
“…surprise I’m home.”
“Yeah…you’re home.”