it's never too late
it's never too late - Dianna/Darren RPF; Adult
Dianna drops the script for the newest episode onto her bed with a grimace, raising a hand to run her fingers through her hair.
A moment later, she snatches her phone up and jabs one of the speed dial numbers.
"I just finished the newest script," she says without preamble when the line is answered.
Darren chuckles on the other end. "Let me guess. Joe's boner?"
Dianna groans an affirmative, and Darren laughs again.
"Yeah, it is pretty gross."
"Yeah, I don't think feeling some guy I hardly know's hard on really screams romance, or whatever they're trying to pass it off as."
"So say something."
Dianna sighs, flopping back against her pillows and pressing her palm to her forehead.
"I don't want to make waves. The season's almost over, I just want to get through it." She pauses, and then grins a little. "Now, if it was Blaine's boner..."
Darren snorts. "Sadly, that's not going to happen."
Dianna's lips curve more. "Maybe not on the show."
"You want me to come over?"
Dianna glances at the clock on her bedside table and sighs, despite the sudden twinge between her legs.
"It's kind of late."
"It's never too late." His voice drops a little. "You know how much I love how wet you get, how your panties stick to you."
She bites her lip, her hand dropping to grip the hem of her shorts, the ache between her legs intensifying.
"Yeah, and I love being able to feel how hard you are under your pants."
"It's like we're halfway there before the clothes come off."
"Mmhmm," Dianna hums, working her shorts off with one hand and dropping them to the floor.
Cool air hits her skin, hits the wet spot in the center of her panties, and she shivers, her mouth falling open.
"Are you wet?"
She nods, gripping the phone in her hand, resisting the urge to touch herself. "Yeah."
He groans softly, just audible over the line, and she sighs, her fingers dipping just under the waist of her panties.
"Fuck, Di," he gasps. "I'm so fucking hard now. What do you want me to do?"
She whimpers as she gives in and allows her fingers to slip further down, brushing over her wet folds.
"I want you to fuck me. I want you to touch me; I want your mouth on me -"
He swears, and she hears him shift. "Fuck it; I'm less than twenty minutes away. I'm coming over."
"Hurry," she breathes, and drops her phone to the bed, closing her eyes a moment as she dips one finger between her folds, teasing herself.
Ten minutes later there's a quick knocking on her door, and she smirks a little; she thinks this must be a record.
She stands, taking a couple of seconds to shed her panties, and then hurries to the door, tugging her t-shirt down to cover herself as she checks to make sure it really is him.
His lips are on hers the second she opens the door, kissing her hard, and she moves back, pulling him inside and swinging the door closed.
As soon as it's shut, he spins her, pushing her against the door, pressing his lips to her neck as his hand falls to her thigh, sliding under her t-shirt and groaning when he finds nothing to stop him from sliding his fingers inside of her.
She sighs as he strokes her, her fingers rising to grip his hair, and then he drops to his knees suddenly, pushing her shirt up and gripping her hips as he leans forward to run his tongue along her skin.
She squeaks his name, her head falling against the door with a thump as her legs spread slightly, and gasps when he pushes his tongue inside of her.
"So good, Di," he murmurs, glancing up at her and licking his lips before leaning forward again.
She whimpers, bending her legs a little, trying to give him better access, and he shifts, lifting one leg over his shoulder.
She drops slightly, sighing when he presses the flat of his tongue against her, and with a little more maneuvering, both of her legs are over his shoulders and his hands are tight on her thighs.
"Oh, god," she breathes, both hands gripping his hair as he flicks his tongue over her clit. "Don't stop."
He shakes his head, his tongue never leaving her, and she whimpers again when his tongue dips inside once more before licking the length of her to her clit.
It's just a couple of minutes before she comes with a loud cry, her head thumping against the door again as her hips push against his mouth.
He lowers her carefully to the floor, and she slumps against the door, her legs spread wide for a moment before her knees come together.
She looks up at him, a slightly dazed smile curving her lips, and then raises her eyebrows.
"Bedroom?"
He grins. "Not sure we'll make it that far."
They don't.
His clothes are gone when they're only halfway through the living room, her last remaining item of clothing pulled off and tossed away, and the coffee table gets shoved aside as they fall to the floor.
She giggles, her nose crinkling a little, and he grins, bending his head to kiss her as he pushes inside of her.
She grips his arms as her head falls back, and he braces against the floor as he moves, pounding into her hard and fast like they both want and need right now.
It's amazing how quickly they can turn each other on, how a normal conversation can take a random deviation and suddenly his hand is under her skirt, slipping under her panties to get her off, or she's dragging him to her trailer, pushing him onto the couch and dropping to her knees in front of him.
The best is the times like now, when they can go to one or the other's place, where they can lose everything between them, lose all time constraints, lose all worry that someone could walk in on them, and just enjoy being together.
After a moment he pushes to his knees, lifting her hips and holding her up as he continues to fuck her, pushing inside as far as he can, hitting her deep and making her cry out.
He stares at her body, at the exposed column of her throat as her head tips back, the way her breasts bounce with her movements, the rise and fall of her stomach as she breathes, and thinks he's definitely going to have to take his time later.
Her body is too perfect to ignore.
As he watches, she lifts one hand, sliding it down her stomach to press her fingers to her clit, and he watches as she rubs and presses against the tiny nub. Her fingertips brush against his cock every once in a while as he slides in and out of her, sending jolts of pleasure through him, and making him jerk his hips a little harder.
She comes a few moments later, crying out and swearing loudly, and it's a few more quick thrusts before he spills inside of her with a shout, letting go of her hips as he drops forward.
He tries to brace on his hands to keep from falling fully on top of her, but it doesn't quite work, and he falls the rest of the way down, making her grunt and then giggle as she turns her head away to keep him from bumping it with his own.
"Sorry," he murmurs when he can finally speak, grinning crookedly as he pushes up to look at her.
"S'okay," she replies, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and pulling him to her for a kiss.
"So," he says when it breaks, "should I go back home now?"
"Not on your life. I want you here for breakfast. And then maybe you can cook for me," she adds with a cheeky grin.
He grins and nods before leaning down to kiss her again.
Dianna drops the script for the newest episode onto her bed with a grimace, raising a hand to run her fingers through her hair.
A moment later, she snatches her phone up and jabs one of the speed dial numbers.
"I just finished the newest script," she says without preamble when the line is answered.
Darren chuckles on the other end. "Let me guess. Joe's boner?"
Dianna groans an affirmative, and Darren laughs again.
"Yeah, it is pretty gross."
"Yeah, I don't think feeling some guy I hardly know's hard on really screams romance, or whatever they're trying to pass it off as."
"So say something."
Dianna sighs, flopping back against her pillows and pressing her palm to her forehead.
"I don't want to make waves. The season's almost over, I just want to get through it." She pauses, and then grins a little. "Now, if it was Blaine's boner..."
Darren snorts. "Sadly, that's not going to happen."
Dianna's lips curve more. "Maybe not on the show."
"You want me to come over?"
Dianna glances at the clock on her bedside table and sighs, despite the sudden twinge between her legs.
"It's kind of late."
"It's never too late." His voice drops a little. "You know how much I love how wet you get, how your panties stick to you."
She bites her lip, her hand dropping to grip the hem of her shorts, the ache between her legs intensifying.
"Yeah, and I love being able to feel how hard you are under your pants."
"It's like we're halfway there before the clothes come off."
"Mmhmm," Dianna hums, working her shorts off with one hand and dropping them to the floor.
Cool air hits her skin, hits the wet spot in the center of her panties, and she shivers, her mouth falling open.
"Are you wet?"
She nods, gripping the phone in her hand, resisting the urge to touch herself. "Yeah."
He groans softly, just audible over the line, and she sighs, her fingers dipping just under the waist of her panties.
"Fuck, Di," he gasps. "I'm so fucking hard now. What do you want me to do?"
She whimpers as she gives in and allows her fingers to slip further down, brushing over her wet folds.
"I want you to fuck me. I want you to touch me; I want your mouth on me -"
He swears, and she hears him shift. "Fuck it; I'm less than twenty minutes away. I'm coming over."
"Hurry," she breathes, and drops her phone to the bed, closing her eyes a moment as she dips one finger between her folds, teasing herself.
Ten minutes later there's a quick knocking on her door, and she smirks a little; she thinks this must be a record.
She stands, taking a couple of seconds to shed her panties, and then hurries to the door, tugging her t-shirt down to cover herself as she checks to make sure it really is him.
His lips are on hers the second she opens the door, kissing her hard, and she moves back, pulling him inside and swinging the door closed.
As soon as it's shut, he spins her, pushing her against the door, pressing his lips to her neck as his hand falls to her thigh, sliding under her t-shirt and groaning when he finds nothing to stop him from sliding his fingers inside of her.
She sighs as he strokes her, her fingers rising to grip his hair, and then he drops to his knees suddenly, pushing her shirt up and gripping her hips as he leans forward to run his tongue along her skin.
She squeaks his name, her head falling against the door with a thump as her legs spread slightly, and gasps when he pushes his tongue inside of her.
"So good, Di," he murmurs, glancing up at her and licking his lips before leaning forward again.
She whimpers, bending her legs a little, trying to give him better access, and he shifts, lifting one leg over his shoulder.
She drops slightly, sighing when he presses the flat of his tongue against her, and with a little more maneuvering, both of her legs are over his shoulders and his hands are tight on her thighs.
"Oh, god," she breathes, both hands gripping his hair as he flicks his tongue over her clit. "Don't stop."
He shakes his head, his tongue never leaving her, and she whimpers again when his tongue dips inside once more before licking the length of her to her clit.
It's just a couple of minutes before she comes with a loud cry, her head thumping against the door again as her hips push against his mouth.
He lowers her carefully to the floor, and she slumps against the door, her legs spread wide for a moment before her knees come together.
She looks up at him, a slightly dazed smile curving her lips, and then raises her eyebrows.
"Bedroom?"
He grins. "Not sure we'll make it that far."
They don't.
His clothes are gone when they're only halfway through the living room, her last remaining item of clothing pulled off and tossed away, and the coffee table gets shoved aside as they fall to the floor.
She giggles, her nose crinkling a little, and he grins, bending his head to kiss her as he pushes inside of her.
She grips his arms as her head falls back, and he braces against the floor as he moves, pounding into her hard and fast like they both want and need right now.
It's amazing how quickly they can turn each other on, how a normal conversation can take a random deviation and suddenly his hand is under her skirt, slipping under her panties to get her off, or she's dragging him to her trailer, pushing him onto the couch and dropping to her knees in front of him.
The best is the times like now, when they can go to one or the other's place, where they can lose everything between them, lose all time constraints, lose all worry that someone could walk in on them, and just enjoy being together.
After a moment he pushes to his knees, lifting her hips and holding her up as he continues to fuck her, pushing inside as far as he can, hitting her deep and making her cry out.
He stares at her body, at the exposed column of her throat as her head tips back, the way her breasts bounce with her movements, the rise and fall of her stomach as she breathes, and thinks he's definitely going to have to take his time later.
Her body is too perfect to ignore.
As he watches, she lifts one hand, sliding it down her stomach to press her fingers to her clit, and he watches as she rubs and presses against the tiny nub. Her fingertips brush against his cock every once in a while as he slides in and out of her, sending jolts of pleasure through him, and making him jerk his hips a little harder.
She comes a few moments later, crying out and swearing loudly, and it's a few more quick thrusts before he spills inside of her with a shout, letting go of her hips as he drops forward.
He tries to brace on his hands to keep from falling fully on top of her, but it doesn't quite work, and he falls the rest of the way down, making her grunt and then giggle as she turns her head away to keep him from bumping it with his own.
"Sorry," he murmurs when he can finally speak, grinning crookedly as he pushes up to look at her.
"S'okay," she replies, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and pulling him to her for a kiss.
"So," he says when it breaks, "should I go back home now?"
"Not on your life. I want you here for breakfast. And then maybe you can cook for me," she adds with a cheeky grin.
He grins and nods before leaning down to kiss her again.