fic: Skype
Dianna and Lea practically collapsed into Lea’s apartment, attached at the lips, while both of the women let their hands roam freely over the other. Dianna weakly kicked the door shut behind them, then immediately returned her focus to the singer who was now kissing up her neck. “Bedroom?” she panted out hungrily. Lea moaned her agreement as she continued to leave bruises up Dianna’s fragile skin.
The pair stumbled through the open layout of Lea’s home, constantly getting distracted by the touch or kiss of their partner. Finally Lea sloppily turned the doorknob to her room and the second Dianna was inside, pushed her up against the door, closing it loudly in the process. “Lea, Lea baby, bed,” Dianna urged, but Lea was having none of it. Her small hands glided up Dianna’s lithe form and cupped her tits gently, running the pads of her thumbs over the stiffening buds.
“But I wanna fuck you right here,” Lea whined, nipping gently as Dianna’s collarbone. Dianna shuddered, her fingers weaving through Lea’s hair. “Please baby,” she husked. “It’s been so long.” Between the blow-up over Lea’s twitter baby, engagement rumors from both Lea and Dianna’s respective “boyfriends,” and general fear from the Fox PR team, Dianna and Lea had been kept far apart, to the point that they only saw each other occasionally on set. They called each other every night, they had even gotten into phone sex out of pure necessity, but now they had managed to sneak off together and were determined to finally touch each other.
“Hmmm,” Dianna mused, pulling Lea’s head closer. “Well, what’re you going to do to me?” Dianna asked in a deep sultry tone. Lea swooned.
“Taste you,” she growled, kissing back up the blonde’s neck as she fumbled with the buttons on Dianna’s blouse, trying desperately to feel more skin. After another passionate kiss, Lea gave up and simply yanked the shirt apart, letting buttons spill across the hardwood floor. Dianna didn’t look amused as she pulled Lea’s top carelessly over her head and soon pulled her back for another scorching kiss. “Eat you till you can’t stand straight…” Lea continued. “Till you black out.” Dianna was keening.
Lea kissed tenderly down to Dianna’s heaving chest while her hands worked to undo the bra.
Boop boop boop ba-doop boop!... Boop boop boop ba-doop boop!... Boop boop boop ba-doop boop!
“The fuck is that?” Dianna growled angrily, her eyes scanning across her girlfriend’s room. “That’s not your ringtone…” Lea sighed, her head resting against Dianna’s chest, defeated.
“My skype,” she grumbled.
“What?” Dianna asked with frustration, lifting Lea’s head to look her in the eyes. “Who do you skype with? You see your friends every day on set, your parents can barely turn on a computer and Jon just calls you…” Lea bit her lip, blushing weakly as she mumbled something. “Come again?”
Lea sighed. “Theo…”
Dianna’s lips pursed with aggravation and suddenly she didn’t feel very “in the mood.” She slid away from Lea’s lax body and stormed off to the computer. Lea followed her with curious eyes as the blonde scrolled the mouse to “Ignore” and clicked violently. She then turned her attention back to Lea, who was starting to look a little scared. “Lea…”
The singer gulped and nodded slowly, crossing her arms over her chest protectively. She knew Dianna was going to be mad. “Y-Yeah baby?”
“Why…” Dianna’s eyes looked up searchingly, like the exact words and feelings she wanted to convey were scrawled across the ceiling of the diva’s bedroom. “Why does Theo skype with you?”
“So…we can save our monthly minutes?”
“Don’t be cute.” Dianna snapped. She took slow, angry steps towards her girlfriend. “I’ll ask you again. Why do you skype with him? And better yet, why didn’t I know about this?” Theo and Lea had been a couple, once upon a time at least. But almost immediately after meeting Dianna, Lea had claimed that she broke it off with the boy, and now used him as a beard as per Fox’s request. But a beard meant public sightings occasionally, not actual affection or communication. Hell, Dianna almost never spoke to Alex when they weren’t in person, only to call him so they could plan somewhere to meet publically.
“Because…Because he thinks…” Lea’s eyes shot down to the floor, a deep blush coating her face. The skype call song started to ring out again, forcing Dianna to turn around and click Ignore again. She was steaming mad when she turned back to the blushing brunette.
“He thinks what, Lea?”
“He thinks we’re still kinda…together,” Lea whimpered. Dianna’s eyes went wide.
“YOU NEVER ENDED IT!?” Dianna roared, storming back to the desk where the computer was resting. The blonde’s arms were planted stiffly on the wood, her head bowed in thought; she was utterly fuming.
“Baby, I-“
“Why wouldn’t you end it? Why not just say you’re gay and if he has a problem with it then whatever?” Lea just stared. Dianna’s head lifted and turned to look into the brunette’s eyes. “Do you still have feelings for him?”
“Absolutely not, Di!” Lea said firmly and quickly strode across the room, cupping the blonde’s face warmly. “Baby, I love you. I want to spend my life with you. Don’t you ever forget that, please?” Lea whispered. Dianna’s eyes were cast down as Lea placed a soft kiss to her cheek, letting her lips linger on the pale skin.
Boop boop boop ba-doop boop!
Both girls’ eyes clenched. “I’m sorry, let me just close-“
“Answer it.” Lea’s eyes found Dianna’s stern hazel ones, staring with confusion. Dianna carefully took Lea’s hand and led her to the chair and sat her down. Lea stayed silent as she watched Dianna sink to her knees and shimmy her way slightly under the desk while gently spreading her girlfriend’s legs.
“What are you-“ Lea felt her skirt get tugged roughly down her legs. “Baby-“
“Answer his call. Now.” Dianna was deadly serious. Lea’s eyes widened with realization as another chime of the skype call rung through the air.
“No sweetheart, I-I wanted to go down on you. And you can’t, not with him right there!” She pleaded, her hand gesturing towards the waiting screen. Dianna’s lips pursed.
“I frankly don’t care what you wanted, Lea. You’ve been a very bad girl and bad girls don’t get what they want. No…they get punished. Now answer the call and be a good, quiet little girl while I show you why you’re with me, not that pig.” A snap echoed across Lea’s room as Dianna roughly snapped the small black thong off Lea’s toned legs and tossed it across the room. Lea swallowed nervously and stared into the screen, scrolling her mouse over to “Answer.”
There were a few seconds of silence as the connection was made. Dianna was sitting comfortably in Indian style, her nails teasingly running up Lea’s exposed legs. “Hey babe!” Theo’s voice sounded through the speakers. Dianna’s teasing nails turned jealous and scratched slowly over Lea’s thighs. The singer gasped as she put on a fake smile.
“Hi, Theo,” she said softly. She ran her hand through Dianna’s hair, hoping to placate the jealous blonde, but was only met with rougher scratches.
“What happened just now? I tried to call you and it said call ignored.” Dianna’s tongue was suddenly licking broad strokes over the scratch marks she had made. Lea shuddered and scooted her chair closer.
“Uuuuhh, I just got out of the shower?” Lea squeaked. “Didn’t want you to see me naked…” Dianna’s fingers were toying with the neat patch of curls at the apex of her legs while her tongue glided over her folds lightly. When her tongue danced over Lea’s clit, the singer sputtered out a cough to cover her moan.
Theo smirked at her. “Not like I haven’t seen you naked, sexy…” Dianna bit down at Lea’s clit just a little too hard. Lea groaned and tossed her head back. “You ok?”
“Uh y-yea,” she panted out, her thumbs rubbing softly over the blonde’s scalp. “I-I just realized…forgot my…shoes…on set…” Dianna was licking slowly, letting her tongue part Lea’s folds to dip into her dripping core.
“Your shoes? How did you get home?...And your hair isn’t wet…” Theo looked seriously confused.
“I-God,” Dianna’s thumb began rubbing at her clit slowly, teasing the small button from it’s hood. “N-not shoes, no, I-I…purse, that, that is t-there…in my trailer,” Lea sputtered.
“Hair,” Dianna growled softly from her perch.
“A-And I used a shower cap,” Lea squeaked out. “I l-liked my hair today…”
Theo smiled approvingly. “Yeah, it looks really nice today. So how’s work? You know I miss you being here in New York with me,” he cooed. Dianna wanted to throw up, but busied herself with drinking Lea’s spilling precum instead.
“Uh-huh, sure,” Lea said softly. She bit her lip. “Listen, I don’t have a lot of time,” She began, hoping to end this briefly. Instead, she was met with the painful feeling of Dianna’s nails digging sharply into her thighs. Lea winced and quickly sputtered out, “Well, for you I can chat I guess!” Dianna nodded slowly, wagging her head back and forth with her tongue pointed out, tasting everything.
“Awesome!” Theo said with a giddy smile. “So how’re things? You lonely not living with Dianna any more?” Dianna adjusted herself to rest on her knees and took Lea’s stiff bud in her mouth and suckled at it lightly.
“Soooo much,” Lea panted out, rocking her hips gently into her girlfriend’s hot mouth. “I may ask her to move back in actually,” she said with as collected a tone as she could muster. Her eyes cast downwards to meet Dianna, who had pulled back from Lea’s sex. She grinned and nodded quickly. Lea smiled broadly and snapped her gaze back to the screen to see Theo staring at her with a smile. “Yeah, I’m definitely going to ask next time I see her.”
“Aww, that’s great sweety! Just don’t go all gay on me!” He said with a huge grin and giggled to himself. Lea just about died laughing at that, even Dianna had to burry her mouth deeper into Lea’s sopping pussy so her quiet laughter wouldn’t give her away.
“Oh you,” Lea said with a weak chuckle. There was a small silence when all that could be heard was the wet slopping sound of Dianna messily and eagerly eating her girlfriend’s cunt. Lea had just asked her to move in with her in front of Theo, Dianna couldn’t have been happier…or smugger. She was now taking it upon herself to reward her girlfriend with a hot, messy orgasm.
“So baby,” Theo said softly. He checked over his shoulder to make sure his door was locked before turning back to the dazed Lea. “Listen, you and I haven’t…fucked...in so long, and I really miss you…” Dianna stopped almost instantly, listening intently. Lea sputtered, her eyes switching back and forth between her faux-boyfriend and her girlfriend between her legs. “I was thinking of flying out there, but-“
“NO!” Lea quickly called out. Dianna was watching her very closely. Lea gaped like a fish, unsure of how to explain her harsh reaction.
“Yeah, I know you hate surprises though. So what about…” he waggled his eyebrows. Lea wanted to slap him across the face for looking like such a tool. He cupped his crotch and looked her in the eyes. Lea’s eyes just bulged. Dianna poked her knee, mouthing “what!?” nervously. “Want me to jack it for you?” he asked confidently. “Maybe you could give yourself a little rub, hmmm?” Dianna growled under the table, clenching her eyes shut tightly with a mixture of fury and sadness; she didn’t like hearing someone talk to her girlfriend that way, especially because she seemingly had no reason to, it wasn’t like many people knew about her and Lea.
“How dare you!” Dianna’s eyes snapped open and gazed up at Lea, who looked nothing short of horrifyingly appalled. “Theo, that is both disgusting and crude, and I’m insulted that you would even ask me to do something like that!” Lea’s thumb was carefully grazing over Dianna’s blonde hair, as if reassuring the girl if she didn’t believe the words Lea had just said.
Theo’s face fell slightly. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you like that, I didn’t think you would take it like that…”
“Well I did,” Lea replied curtly. Dianna soothingly lapped at the singer’s pussy, trying to soothe the angry girl. Lea sighed softly at the gentle feeling, her eyes closing lazily. Dianna smiled to herself and began licking a bit faster, reveling in the breathy sighs Lea was releasing.
“Lee, you ok? Do you have a headache or something?”
“Yeeeeeah,” Lea gasped as Dianna’s fingers spread her swollen lips and began massaging her stiff clit. “Mmmhmm…”
“Hmm, maybe take some advils, wouldn’t want my boo getting sick.” Dianna heard him blowing her a kiss and took Lea’s clit in her mouth, sucking at it slowly. Lea fought hard to nod, not to mention to keep her eyes open and her breathing at least acceptable. Dianna was tired of the teasing, she wanted Lea to cum, she wanted her girl’s sweet juice so bad.
Dianna’s teeth grazed over Lea’s sensitive bud. She felt the bundle of nerves quiver under her relentless mouth as it continued to be bullied out of its hood by the blonde’s talented tongue. Lea was biting her lip painfully hard, whimpering as softly as she could. Her hand gently tugged back at the blonde’s soft hair, as if begging her to stop, but Dianna just shook her head and dipped her tongue into Lea’s heat, collecting wetness, which she promptly lathered over the singer’s clit.
“So I was thinking about growing out the beard,” Theo mused, running his hand over his chin. Lea’s eyes clenched; she couldn’t believe that this was what they were talking about while Dianna began bringing her to the edge of bliss. “Maybe just a goatee,” he suggested.
Dianna grinned at her girlfriend’s boredom and introduced her fingers to the situation, gingerly sliding two fingers into the tight hole while suckling lavishly on Lea’s clit. The brunette gasped, her eyes widening and almost instantly rolling to the back of her head. Her hips started to cant forward, meeting each of Dianna’s quickening thrusts in earnest. “I don’t think I could pull off just a moustache, it’d be too…1920’s I think,” Theo continued. Dianna was now beyond bored and threw all care of being caught out the window; she sucked hard at Lea’s clit, and felt her girlfriend’s pussy begin to clench her fingers.
“F-Fuck it!” Lea wailed. Theo raised an eyebrow.
“What was that, babe?”
“Ooooh yes!” Lea wailed as her walls tightened deliciously, so tight that Dianna’s fingers were almost squeezed out. Theo looked almost alarmed.
“Are you sure you’re ok? You’re-“
“Theo, we’re done!” Lea panted, sweat forming in beads all over her face.
“Lea, what do you-“
“Over! Us, done!” Lea slammed the laptop closed and tossed her head back, holding on tightly to Dianna’s smooth hair. “Take me, Di!” And with that, Lea screamed in ecstasy as Dianna devoured her sex with glee. Lea’s orgasm overwhelmed her, adrenaline racing through her body as bliss took control. She had never felt so good, so full of Dianna as her pussy walls clenched firmly. With one more lap at her battered clit, Lea went limp, her breaths coming out in shuddered heaves. Her jaw hung loosely open, her head tossed carelessly back, lolling off her computer chair.
Dianna shakily rose to her feet. Her knees had been seriously cramping from sitting on them for so long on a hard-wood floor. She grinned at her disheveled girlfriend and straddled her lap, giving the smaller girl a heated kiss. Lea moaned at the taste of her cum on Dianna’s lips, enjoying it so much that she pulled back just enough to poke her tongue out and lick the excess cum off Dianna’s lips and cheek. The blonde shuddered and whimpered as Lea’s tongue cleaned her up and quickly went back to kissing her. After several minutes, Dianna’s head rested lazily against Lea’s, both girls panting with arousal. “Thank you…for ending it,” Dianna whispered, her fingers carefully placing a strand of brown hair behing Lea’s ear.
The singer grinned. “I’m only sorry I didn’t do it sooner.” Dianna grinned and pressed a quick peck to her lips. “Come on,” she said softly, jostling the blonde off her lap. The taller girl looked up at her with confusion, and Lea giggled, gesturing towards the bed. “My turn.”