But I Dared Not Move The Pretty Sleeping One
Title: But I Dared Not Move The Pretty Sleeping One
Author: darklashes03
Rating: Nc17
Disclaimer: Don't own them, obviously.
Word Count: 2100
Summary: Dianna and Lea can't define it.
A/N: This is for pearl_eeeee. Sneaky B-day hider. I had a case of the grumpies, a current addiction to Ingrid Michaelson's Morning Lullabies, and was watching a Melody Gardot special on Showcase...then this happened;) Hope you enjoy!
Three day weekends were truly a thing of beauty. You sat cross legged on your bed, the comforter soft against your bare feet, laptop open and glowing in front of you, Melody Gardot and an email to your Mother... cozy perfection. You couldn’t help but smile as you reached for your headphones; a birthday gift from Chris. They were amazing, Skullcandy, over the ear and black with beautifully etched white skulls on either ear. Shaking your hair back, you slid the headphones on like a headband, pulling your hair back forward after they had been settled perfectly. The music floated, pure and uninterrupted to your ears, as you began to type.
Maybe minutes, maybe hours passed…the beauty of nothing to do tomorrow. The email was finished but Ms. Gardot sang on, transporting you back to Europe; Paris. Everything’s soft, and smoky, and relaxed. You miss it, devastatingly so, but this, this is the next best thing. You’re completely lost, café’s, the Eiffel Tower, the swirling smoke, breathtaking landscapes, and dimly lit lounges with shiny baby grands, that you don’t hear the door. Or the keys being dropped on the coffee table or the thud of bare feet across the hardwood floors, or the slow creak of your bedroom door being opened. You did however feel the dip in your bed.
Your immediate thought had been; ghost! But the reality was even better…Lea. She sat on the edge of your bed, feet dangling over the side. Her hair was loose and windblown, the scent of strawberries lingering there, as the brown tendrils curled slightly at the tips. The white, flowing tank top stopped just below her hips, dipping lower in the front and back, landing on black short, shorts which ended just north of mid thigh. Your breath hitched, just a little.
“Hey.”
“What are we?”
Your brows furrowed at the question, heart beating faster at its possible implications.
“What?”
Lea crawled across the bed, sliding the laptop out of the way, until she was sitting cross legged in front of you, her knees hitting against your bare shins.
“This,” her tan arm motioned between the two of you. You couldn’t help but notice the midnight blue nail polish that decorated her fingernails. “Us, what are we? What is this?”
“Why?”
“They asked me what it was. Friends, roommates, girlfriends, and I didn’t know. I don’t know.”
You shuddered slightly as her hands came to rest on your knees and she leaned in closer, the intensity in her brown eyes shaking something within you. “They told me to end it or…”
Your stomach dropped as dark hair curtained her face, shielding her eyes from you. You slid your hands over top of Lea’s, pulling them from your knees so that you could link fingers, your thumbs running up and down over top of the midnight blue polish on Lea’s thumb nails, you’d always found it comforting, the smooth feel of the polish and the rhythmic motion.
“Or?”
Lea’s head snapped up, dark eyes staring. You could feel the anger rolling off her in waves now. She smiled; she smiled the kind of smile that hurts to see.
“They told me to end it or it would end the show and then my career, in exactly that order.”
“Lea…”
“I walked out. They can’t….I can’t…It’s not…”
You unfolded your legs and gave Lea’s hands a tug until she tumbled sideways, her head laying flat against your stomach and her body curled between your legs. Your fingers traced up and down along her back in an effort to help comfort. You feel her take a deep breath, knowing she has more to say.
“I just don’t understand how people can be so fucking dense. They crossed a line, ran right fucking past it. How do you end something that you can’t define? I tried, after I left, I thought about it, about us, about what we are, about what this is but I still can’t define it and that scares me Di, because I can’t control it.”
Lea’s breath was warm against your stomach even after she finished talking, you could feel her deep, jagged breaths slowly evening out as the anger faded. Your fingers continued to dance along her back, random patterns, no real destination.
“I can’t define it either,” the muscles in your thigh quivered as Lea’s nails scrapped along the inside. “…or control it.” The last part came out a sigh as Lea snuggled in closer.
You pushed Lea’s hair over her shoulder to expose the sensitive smooth skin of her neck to your hungry fingers.
“I like the touch of your hand, the way you make no demands, our love is easy…”
The lyrics floated up from the headphones still hanging around your neck and you smiled at the song, Our Love Is Easy, and began to hum along as your fingers continued to explore. They wandered down the curve of her neck and Lea sighed.
“That feels nice Di.”
Her voice was heavy and slow, she was ready to tumble into sleep. You began to sing the lyrics, quietly.
“Our love is easy, like water rushing over stone. Oh, our love is easy. Like no love, I’ve ever known”
Your hand travelled to her back to rub gentle circles until you could feel her even breathing.
*****<3*****
The sunlight streamed through the window, pulling you from a hazy dream filled with faceless people in crowded cafes. You tried to roll over, wanting only to snuggle your face into the curve of Lea’s neck, but you couldn’t, you couldn’t move your arm. You slowly opened your eyes, eyelids not really wanting to move, and waited a moment for things to come into focus.
It didn’t take long to determine the culprit of your immobility. Lea’s head was resting in the crook of your elbow, facing towards you. You could feel her lips against your skin and her warm breath tickling you. The sunlight danced across Lea’s face, keeping perfect time with the fluttering curtains and the morning breeze. Diamonds zigzagged across her face as if chasing each other, a race, from eyes, to cheeks, to nose, to chin. You watched, utterly transfixed, forgetting completely about your arm, held hostage against its will. It was too pretty, too perfect, to be shattered.
Lea sighed and pressed a kiss to your arm as she scooted closer, legs tangling with yours as her head rested on your shoulder.
“Morning.”
Her voice, deep and thick, had you tightening your legs around her as your fingers gently brushed her sleep dishevelled hair behind her ears.
“Morning.”
You pressed a kiss to each of her closed eyelids, which slowly fluttered open, a kiss to the tip of her nose, the corner of her mouth.
“Mmm, Di, please…”
Lea’s hand fisted in the neck of your shirt pulling you closer, until you were on top of her, your hands braced on either side of her head, and legs on either side of her thigh. You smiled down at her slowly rolling your hips against her thigh.
“Please what Lea?”
Your lips hovered above her lips, teasing, knowing she wanted to be kissed; you just wanted to hear her say it.
“Take off your clothes, I want you naked.”
You froze for a second. It had never been this…never. But before your brain could register what your body was doing you were standing at the foot of the bed, bra falling from your shoulders and fingers hooked in matching panties. Lea’s eyes devoured you as you gingerly slipped the underwear down your thighs, over your knees, and past your ankles.
“Gorgeous.”
You watched from the foot of the bed as Lea licked her lips, waiting for her to reciprocate, but she just laid there watching you.
“Lea, I…”
You couldn’t finish the thought as a slow smile crept across Lea’s face. Her fingers were running up and down her own thighs.
“Say it Di, tell me.”
“I want you naked too…please Lea.”
Your voice was barely above a whisper, deeper than you’d ever heard it before, but Lea heard you and complied immediately. Shirt, bra, shorts, and panties were now in a small pile, on the floor, at the side of the bed.
“Lea…”
You couldn’t find the words, weren’t sure they even existed.
“Touch me.”
You could only nod as you crawled up the length of her body. Your finger started on her ankles, then traced up smooth calves. You moaned as her legs fell apart, allowing your fingers to trail up her inner thighs. Your nails scrapped over hipbones, your eyes mesmerized as Lea’s hips bucked up with every swipe over the small protruding bones. Lea groaned and you continued on, with lips, because the reaction with your fingers on her hip bones was too delicious. Your teeth nibbled across her ribs, lips sliding against the underside of her breasts.
You were now settled firmly between Lea’s thighs, and with every swipe of your fingers across her hipbones, heat met heat and you both growled…every time. Your teeth trapped one peaked nipple, tongue flicking torturously across the sensitive peak as Lea pinched and pulled greedily at the other.
“Oh God Dianna…please…”
You groaned as Lea abandoned her breast only to cup both of yours, fingers pinching your nipples in time with her hips. Your tongue laved across her collar bone enjoying the slightly salty taste. You placed wet open mouthed kisses up her neck, needing, craving her taste.
Now it was lips on lips. You sucked Lea’s bottom lip between your own until she mewled and traced her tongue along your top lip. She pulled your hips closer, grinding into you, as your tongues lazily danced back and forth.
You broke apart but were still sharing air. You kissed along Lea’s jaw, under her ear and then nipped the lobe between your teeth. Your hips kept a steady rhythm as you whispered in her ear, “I want to taste you.”
The groan that fell from her parted lips had you bucking into her with a little more force than before. She nodded, whimpered,
“…please.”
And that was it. Your fingers parted wet folds as your tongue explored. Lea’s fingers tangled into your hair and pulled less than gently, the sensation had you groaning into Lea, which had Lea pushing into you.
“…Dianna.”
“You taste so good Lea. I can taste myself on you.”
“Oh God…”
Lea’s hips bucked erratically at your words as her fingers tightened in your hair. You pushed three fingers into her, revelling at the smoothness, as your lips closed around her clit, sucking lightly.
“Harder, I want to feel you Di…”
The pace was fast, Lea’s thighs clenching around you, fingers clenching in your hair just before she clenched around your fingers. You watched as she slowly came down, keeping your fingers buried deep until her orgasm had passed.
Before you knew what happened Lea was straddling you, pinning your hands high above your head, as she smiled own at you.
“Keep them there, it’s my turn now.”
You nodded as you watched her lick her fingers, sticky from being laced with your own. Then she was kissing you, and you could taste her on her tongue, on your tongue, everywhere.
Lea nuzzled your neck, licking lightly before biting down hard, your whole body jerked. The throb between your legs becoming completely unbearable.
“Lea, lower.”
You sounded breathy and Lea licked lower, just not low enough. Her tongue swirled around peaked nipples as her nails scrapped down your ribs. Her hair tickled your skin as her tongue traced your bellybutton.
“Lower…”
Your demand was said through gritted teeth as your fingers looped around the metal spindles of your headboard to keep from disobeying Lea, and pushing the little tease exactly where you needed her.
Suddenly she was there, lips, tongue and teeth invading you, filling you. Your hips set a steady rhythm that Lea’s tongue followed effortlessly.
You couldn’t stop the little moans from escaping your lips, breathing became impossible, and the mixture of the two sounded obscene.
Lea replaced her tongue with three fingers before you ever registered a loss. Her lips colliding with yours, tongue demanding yours follow the rhythm her fingers were setting. It didn’t take long for you to fall apart around her fingers, walls clenching to keep her deep inside. She placed a gentle kiss to your lips and curled into your side, licking every trace of you from her fingers. You groaned and she smiled.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
The sun continued to shine as you both curled under the sheets, warm skin and tangled limbs, drifting in and out of sleep.
“Lea?”
“Mmm…”
“I don’t care if we ever define it, or control it, as long as it’s like this…always like this.”