Fic: Can't Blame It On the Alcohol
Naya never thought sneaking onto set to wait for Heather could be such a bad idea. Although… now that she thinks about it… bad idea… well, sometimes it works as a synonym for turn-on.
Naya opens the door to the set a crack and slips through, silently closing it behind her. Almost everyone is on their break, and it’s pretty quiet. She’s finished for the day, but Heather still has one or two scenes to shoot, so she thought she’d wait for her and give her a ride home. But when she looks at the scene playing before her, she’s wholly unprepared for what she sees. The cameras are rolling, and they capture all of Heather’s unbridled glory.
The blonde unbuttons her blouse, swiveling her hips and pressing her back against the closet wall. She tugs down her blouse, but it gets stuck on her wrists and she pouts. Kevin throws money at her, and Naya is sure the smile on his face is more Kevin than Artie. Heather’s toned abs undulate on her stomach as she twists her hips and finally tugs off the blouse. She twirls it above her head, canting her face back with a laugh, and drops it onto Kevin’s face before turning around and grinding slowly against the wall. Kevin/Artie nearly rips the shirt off his face in his haste to catch a glimpse of her, and Heather laughs at him, turns, and takes a seat on his lap.
“Okay, cut! That’s great, Heather, but we need a little more sexy,” Eric calls to her.
Naya nearly guffaws in disbelief, and Heather looks up at the sound. She catches Naya’s eyes and grins at her before turning her attention back to Eric.
Naya takes a few tentative steps closer as the crew begins to start the scene again. Before Eric calls “Action!” Naya catches Heather smirking at her knowingly.
Heather starts again. Naya’s eyes follow her fingers as she undoes each button, progressively revealing more and more skin, and her mouth falls open slightly at the sight. Sweet Jesus. She places a hand on a nearby chair to steady herself as Heather bucks her hips forward more insistently, following Eric’s instructions. Her muscles ripple at the movement, and she parts her legs as she bends them to slide herself lower against the wall.
Naya’s eyes roam over her body. She takes in the bright pink bra, the black tie, the black leather shorts, and the knee-high socks as though they’re negative space, and Heather’s skin is the drawing worth focusing on. The scene ends, and Naya’s legs feel weak. Her mouth is still open wide in amazement, and she doesn’t have the self-control to rearrange her lustful features as Heather glances at her. She licks her lips and tries to close her mouth, but her breathing is getting ragged and it feels like too much effort to breathe through her nose.
“Great, that was really great. Once or twice more, and then I think this segment is done,” Eric informs Heather, who nods at him before bringing her eyes back to Naya with a curious smile on her face.
The scene starts again, and Naya’s legs go weak. She stumbles into a nearby chair and gasps when the collision of sitting sends her heart beating into overdrive and her stomach clenching familiarly. She stares at Heather, and her quickened breathing dries her lips so much that licking them barely has any effect anymore.
When Heather pulls off her blouse, Naya is almost sure she glances at her for a second before she runs one of her hands down her toned abs to her shorts. Naya’s breath catches when she thinks that the hand is going beneath the fabric, and not over it, but Heather turns quickly and pushes against the wall behind her. She arches her back and turns her hips, and Naya is automatically reminded of her own movements when they shot “Me Against the Music”. That time, her dancing, turning her hips and showing off her ass, had sent Heather into overdrive, and the blonde had dragged her into their trailer as soon as the scene was over. Naya swallows and crosses her legs when Heather turns again, locks eyes with her, and bends her knees to slide herself down the wall.
“Okay, cut!” Eric calls, a little annoyed. “What are you looking at, Heather? Brittany’s dancing for Artie.” Eric follows Heather’s gaze, and Naya wipes the sex-crazed expression from her face as Eric spots her. Busted. He frowns at her disapprovingly, and gives Heather a pointed look.
The blonde grins sheepishly and says quickly, “Sorry.”
“Okay, let’s go once more, then,” Eric continues with a sigh. As the crew prepares again, he looks over at Naya and jerks his head at her pointedly. Get out of here, you’re a distraction, it says clearly. Naya smirks guiltily, nods back and starts to get up. She has to hold onto the chair for a few seconds to steady herself, and she’s pretty sure she’s soaked through her pants (God, how embarrassing), but she makes it to the door. She looks back one last time and catches Heather’s eye. The dancer gives her one last smirk and a wink, and then the scene starts. Naya watches for a few seconds from the door as Heather unbuttons the blouse again, but Eric looks back at her, and she quickly scampers away.
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Back in her trailer, she falls heavily onto her bed and groans. The ache between her legs is almost unbearable, and she crosses one of her legs over the other to try to get it to stop. Her breathing is still ragged, and no matter how hard she tries to slow it down, every time the image of Heather stripping floats back into her mind, her breath catches again and it starts all over. She wraps her arms around herself, closes her eyes tightly, and tenses her muscles, trying (and failing) to tense herself out of her lust. She loosens her arms with a sigh, and opens her eyes. Even with eyes open, the scene doesn’t leave her mind, and Heather continues to dance in front of her as though she’s being projected onto the trailer ceiling.
“Shit,” Naya grumbles. Heather wouldn’t be finished for a while. There was still the scene after that to do, and this one wasn’t even done yet. So, no chance of getting the gorgeous dancer alone for a few minutes (or hours). Naya’s mind automatically wanders to Heather’s bed (their bed), and she sighs in frustration again.
A soft click sounds through the trailer, and Naya raises her head off the pillow to see Heather sneaking into the trailer. She closes the door behind her quietly and turns the lock.
“Heather!” Naya breathes, and curses her own breathlessness at the sight of the dazzling girl. She swings her legs over the side of the bed and sits up.
“I have a break. Twenty minutes or so.”
Naya’s stomach muscles clench pleasurably and she laughs at her own automatic thought: enough time for a quickie.
“Thank God!” she moans, and grins at Heather, who looks at her slyly with smoldering eyes. The blonde takes a few steps forward, and Naya smiles when she notices she hasn’t even bothered to change her outfit. “You look super hot.”
“I know,” Heather says with a smile. “You were enjoying it, weren’t you?”
Naya tilts her head to the side coyly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, really?” Heather teases back, and stops coming closer. Naya licks her lips.
“Really. I just completely blanked.”
Heather pouts, laughter in her eyes. “Well, in that case, should I remind you?”
As much as Naya wants to nod her head excitedly and grip the sheets behind her to keep herself from reaching out to Heather’s dancing figure, she drops her coy façade for a minute and turns back into herself, whispering, “Do we have enough time for that?”
Heather takes a few steps forward until she’s only a few inches from Naya’s face, and pointedly undoes a button on her blouse at Naya’s eyelevel. “We’ll make time.”
Naya can’t resist, and reaches out her hands to grab Heather’s hips and pull her down onto her. The blonde’s knees hit the side of the bed, and she pushes them onto it so that her hips are straddling Naya’s. Naya holds her steady, and looks up at her. She grabs the tie around Heather’s neck and pulls her down to press her open mouth to hers.
Naya’s hand moves from Heather’s hips to her ass, running across the black leather and squeezing teasingly. The touch makes Heather open her mouth a little more and Naya dips her tongue into it, caressing the edge of her top lip and brushing it briefly against Heather’s equally eager tongue. After a few minutes, the dancer pulls back, breathing deeply, and rests her forehead against Naya’s. Naya frowns slightly, and tries to kiss her again, remembering the deadline they’re on, but Heather pulls back and smirks. She quickly bounces off Naya, and slaps her hands away when she tries to hold onto her.
“No touching,” she commands, and Naya laughs.
“A bit of a delayed reaction,” she teases, and the blonde blushes a little. She had meant to set that rule down right at the beginning, but kissing Naya proved too difficult to resist.
“Just watch,” Heather commands again, and Naya does; her eyes follow Heather’s hand as it comes up and unbuttons her blouse achingly slowly. The fabric moves with gravity, pulling down a few more centimeters every button that comes undone. Naya’s eyes soak in the sight, and she clenches her hands around the fabric of the bed. Heather is close enough to touch, if she wanted to (and if she was allowed to), and it’s damn hard not to, especially when the dancer shrugs off the blouse and pulls it down her arms. She laughs at Naya’s drooling expression and spins the blouse once around her head before throwing it at Naya. Naya pulls the item against herself, runs it along her face for a second, taking in Heather’s intoxicating scent, and then presses it into the bed to clamp her fingers around it instead.
Meanwhile, Heather is unbuttoning her shorts, and Naya’s heart jumps, beating harder and faster and hammering against the inside of her ribs as her stomach squirms uncomfortably. There’s no doubt in her mind by now that she’s already soaked through her pants, and she briefly considers taking them off, but that would take some of her attention off Heather - and that’s just something she doesn’t want to do. Besides, she’s sure Heather will take them off for her at one point.
The sound of the zipper on Heather’s leather pants undoing makes Naya moan embarrassingly loudly, and Heather locks eyes with her with a teasing smile. She takes a step closer as she shimmies out of her shorts. The movement brings her face closer to Naya’s and she breathes hotly on her neck. Naya moves her face to give her better access, and the blonde teases her breath across Naya’s skin; there’s too much distance for it have any effect but to make Naya shiver and squirm as though her clothes have suddenly gotten far too tight. Heather’s taken off her boots as well (Naya pouts; they’re hot as hell, but leaving them on wouldn’t have let her take off the shorts, so, win a little, lose a little). Naya cants her neck further, Heather’s hot breath pulling the movement out of her unwittingly, but the blonde straightens out again and instead runs her hands up from her pink panties, across her toned stomach, over her bra-clad breasts, and into her hair, lifting it up and closing her eyes as she starts to sway confidently to a beat in her head. Naya’s mouth drops open at the sight, and she can’t decide if the look on Heather’s face is more aroused than her own. She licks her lips and croaks out weakly, “The bra.”
Heather slows down her movements and smirks coyly. She twirls the tie still dangling around her neck between her fingers and snaps a strap of her pink bra against herself. “Mmm? I don’t know what you’re asking me,” she murmurs with laughter in her eyes.
Naya’s breath hitches. “Bra. Off. Please.” She can’t believe she’s almost begging. She feels her own nails digging into her skin through the fabric of Heather’s shirt and the bed at her attempt to keep herself from launching at Heather and pushing her against the trailer wall.
“Use your words, Nay-nay,” Heather teases, and runs one of her hands through her hair while the other makes its way down the plane of her stomach to dip beneath her panties tantalizingly slowly.
“Please, let me touch you,” Naya moans. Heather smiles at the plea, and steps a little closer. She drags her hand out from under the hem of her panties and unhooks her bra behind her back. Then, she places both her hands on the side of Naya’s neck and leans down to lick playfully along Naya’s jaw line and to her earlobe. She takes it between her lips and pinches mischievously. Naya moans, and nearly closes her eyes at the pleasure, but her sight is caught by the movement of Heather’s bra as it slips down her arms and exposes her gorgeous breasts. Closing her eyes suddenly doesn’t have as much appeal anymore, and Naya ogles. Sweet Cheesus on a stick…
Heather notices the sudden lack of responsiveness as she continues to kiss and lick along Naya’s jaw and neck, and looks down. She grins when she catches Naya’s lustful stare, and lets the bra slip down to her wrists, hooks a finger under it, and throws it over her shoulder in one fluid motion. Naya sighs with desire when Heather hops against her and straddles her on the side of the bed again.
“Touch me, then,” she whispers, and Naya wastes no time in doing so. She dips her head against Heather’s skin and kisses a loving trail down her neck and over her collarbone while her hands come up to knead Heather’s breasts and brush their thumbs over her nipples. Heather arches her back and presses forward against Naya, overcome by the sensations the brunette is creating, and moans.
Suddenly, the hands have disappeared and the air of the trailer is drying and cooling the spots Naya kissed along her neck, and Heather looks down in confusion to find Naya completely topless and leaning forward again to kiss her. They both smile into the kiss and let their tongues do the talking before Naya whispers hoarsely, “Get on the bed.”
Heather complies, and before her back has even hit the bed, Naya has her pinned beneath her and is sucking on the skin just above her breasts.
“Don’t leave hickeys!” Heather warns.
“They won’t see them here,” Naya murmurs.
“Yes, they will,” Heather insists and pulls Naya up. But Naya resists and leans down again.
“Well, they won’t see them here, will they?” she asks with a smirk and covers Heather’s nipple with her mouth. The blonde gasps and pushes up, her hand tangling into Naya’s hair. Naya moves her lips lower and pulls back with a satisfied smirk to admire the beautiful bruise she’s left just under Heather’s nipple. “Perfect.” Heather laughs at her expression.
“Marking me, huh?”
“Of course,” Naya replies with a grin. “The whole world is going to see you half naked in a few weeks… but they won’t see everything.” She leans up and brushes her lips softly over Heather’s. “Some parts of you are just for me.” Heather smiles affectionately, and Naya locks her eyes with her as she kisses her. It’s tempting to just remain the way they are, with Naya laying on top of Heather, pressing their breasts together and tangling their tongues leisurely, but Naya remembers the time limit and grinds her hips against Heather’s, bringing a leg up between her legs. The gasp the dancer lets out breaks their kiss, and Naya moves her kisses along Heather’s jaw, down her neck, and lower, lower, lower until she dips her tongue into Heather’s bellybutton. She giggles and squirms, and Naya moves down until she’s sitting on her knees between Heather’s legs. She glances along her body and notices she’s still wearing her knee-high socks. With an impish smile, she leans down and kisses Heather’s inner thigh, flicking out her tongue between her lips and tasting salt from the dancing, and makes a slow trail down her thigh and to her calf. When she gets to the edge of the sock, she slides it down and continues to place kisses as she exposes more of Heather’s skin, the combined sensations of fabric and lips moving across her skin making Heather unsure whether she should laugh or moan. Naya does the same with the other leg. Her mouth is still lying against the skin of Heather’s bare ankle when she smiles mischievously and tickles the sole of her foot. The reaction is instant. Heather squeals and reflexively moves her foot - kicking Naya in the face.
“Ow!” she yells, rubbing her cheek and frowning. Heather sits up instantly and puts her hands on the side of her face.
“Oh my god! Naya, I’m sorry!”
“That freakin’ hurt,” Naya murmurs, but she’s already smiling again. Heather leans closer and presses a healing kiss to her cheek.
“Better?”
“No…” Naya mumbles.
“Where does it hurt?” Heather asks, real concern on her face.
Naya points to her jaw. “Here.” A kiss. She points to her neck. “And here.” A kiss. She points to just above her breast, and Heather leans back and raises and eyebrow.
“Really, Naya, we’re gonna play out that fantasy right now?”
Naya flushes a bit, but goes with it, and moans, tilting her head back and crying out, “Oh, it hurts!”
“God, you’re such a goof,” Heather groans, but kisses her anyway, cupping her hands over her breasts and licking over her nipples when Naya moves her body closer appreciatively. They’re still both on their knees, so Heather quickly hooks her hands behind Naya’s thighs and jerks her legs out from under her to push her down on the bed. The back of Naya’s head hits the headboard, and she cries out again.
“God, Heather, are you trying to knock me out?” she asks as she rubs the back of her head. Heather hovers over her, pulls her down a little further so she’s out of the danger zone, and presses her lips against Naya’s insistently without so much as an apology. Heather grinds her body over Naya’s, relishing the feel of skin-on-skin, and continues to kiss her. “It did hurt…” Naya murmurs stubbornly (and breathlessly) after a few seconds.
“You big pussy...” Heather hums back against her lips, and then matches Naya’s smirk.
“Now, there’s an idea…” Naya suggests with a quick raise of her eyebrows. Heather takes the hint and begins to lick further down her body, being sure to brush along her nipples a few times and to tease her tongue across her bellybutton, just as Naya had done not too long ago to her; the reaction is even more intense than she expected, and Naya moans out her name as she makes her way down. Meanwhile, her hands work at the buttons of Naya’s jeans, and soon enough she’s kicking off the pants (I knew they’d be soaked, Naya thinks with an abashed smile, but Heather catches the look and just sends her a sweltering glance of approval at the excessive wetness) and Heather is positioning herself between Naya’s legs and licking the inside of her thighs.
Naya bucks her hips up and tangles her hand in Heather’s hair, urging her on.
“Come on,” she whines, and looks down at Heather. The blonde looks up and holds Naya’s gaze.
“You ready?” she asks hoarsely.
“I’ve been ready since the moment I saw you on set. Do it,” Naya moans out, keeping her eyes locked with Heather’s and communicating all her lust and longing with just the single glance. Heather gets it, and she leans down to take a first lick.
Naya’s moan echoes through the trailer, and it almost drowns out the sound of Heather’s cell phone ringing - almost. Heather looks up, and Naya whines reproachfully, gyrating her hips up invitingly.
“Ignore it!” she groans when Heather doesn’t take the hint. The phone rings again.
“I can’t,” Heather murmurs apologetically, and moves away.
“Heather!” Naya almost yells, the ache between her legs becoming unbearable and her breath coming so raggedly she’s surprised her body is getting enough oxygen at all.
“Just a second.” Heather slides off the bed, and grabs her phone. Naya lets her head fall back into the bed with an exasperated sigh. A few seconds pass before Heather hisses “Shit!” and hangs up the phone, and suddenly there’s a lot happening at once. Heather pushes Naya out of the way to grab the socks being squished under her body, she flutters about the trailer, picking up idle pieces of clothing (costume, Naya corrects in her mind), and nearly falls over as she tries to simultaneous pull on a sock and rearrange her hair.
“What are you doing?” Naya asks, sitting up and hoping against hope that Heather’s not about to leave her unsatisfied.
“My break was over 10 minutes ago!” Heather hisses as she puts on her bra. The stunning hickey disappears behind the pink fabric.
“No way,” Naya gasps, sitting up again.
“I know! I thought I had enough time!”
Naya lets out a shocked whine. Clearly, Heather isn’t getting the reason for her disbelief. “Oh, no, Heather! No way! You can’t just leave me like this!” she says, gesturing around the trailer and over her own naked body.
“I’m sorry, babe,” Heather replies, shrugging on her blouse and smoothing the creases. Naya just looks at her, baffled, and Heather leans forward to press a quick, passionate kiss against her lips, communicating her apology and heartfelt regret that they didn’t have the chance to finish this.
“Screw them! Be late!” Naya squeals, grabbing Heather’s hand as she pulls away.
“I’m already late.”
“Be later!” Naya calls, her voice getting a little too high-pitched for her own liking. Heather looks at her apologetically, and takes a few steps toward the door.
“Bye,” she says, and even with the apology, Naya swears she sees a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. Evil, evil, evil!
“Heather!”
“Later! I promise!” Heather calls as she unlocks the door.
“But - ”
“Later!” Heather yells again; then, light floods the trailer, and Heather is gone.
Naya stares after her, perplexed beyond words and aroused beyond imagination, and then throws her head back onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. That girl is going to be the death of me, she thinks, and groans into the bed, letting her mind be consumed by the memory of Heather and the promise of ‘later’.
Fin
Naya opens the door to the set a crack and slips through, silently closing it behind her. Almost everyone is on their break, and it’s pretty quiet. She’s finished for the day, but Heather still has one or two scenes to shoot, so she thought she’d wait for her and give her a ride home. But when she looks at the scene playing before her, she’s wholly unprepared for what she sees. The cameras are rolling, and they capture all of Heather’s unbridled glory.
The blonde unbuttons her blouse, swiveling her hips and pressing her back against the closet wall. She tugs down her blouse, but it gets stuck on her wrists and she pouts. Kevin throws money at her, and Naya is sure the smile on his face is more Kevin than Artie. Heather’s toned abs undulate on her stomach as she twists her hips and finally tugs off the blouse. She twirls it above her head, canting her face back with a laugh, and drops it onto Kevin’s face before turning around and grinding slowly against the wall. Kevin/Artie nearly rips the shirt off his face in his haste to catch a glimpse of her, and Heather laughs at him, turns, and takes a seat on his lap.
“Okay, cut! That’s great, Heather, but we need a little more sexy,” Eric calls to her.
Naya nearly guffaws in disbelief, and Heather looks up at the sound. She catches Naya’s eyes and grins at her before turning her attention back to Eric.
Naya takes a few tentative steps closer as the crew begins to start the scene again. Before Eric calls “Action!” Naya catches Heather smirking at her knowingly.
Heather starts again. Naya’s eyes follow her fingers as she undoes each button, progressively revealing more and more skin, and her mouth falls open slightly at the sight. Sweet Jesus. She places a hand on a nearby chair to steady herself as Heather bucks her hips forward more insistently, following Eric’s instructions. Her muscles ripple at the movement, and she parts her legs as she bends them to slide herself lower against the wall.
Naya’s eyes roam over her body. She takes in the bright pink bra, the black tie, the black leather shorts, and the knee-high socks as though they’re negative space, and Heather’s skin is the drawing worth focusing on. The scene ends, and Naya’s legs feel weak. Her mouth is still open wide in amazement, and she doesn’t have the self-control to rearrange her lustful features as Heather glances at her. She licks her lips and tries to close her mouth, but her breathing is getting ragged and it feels like too much effort to breathe through her nose.
“Great, that was really great. Once or twice more, and then I think this segment is done,” Eric informs Heather, who nods at him before bringing her eyes back to Naya with a curious smile on her face.
The scene starts again, and Naya’s legs go weak. She stumbles into a nearby chair and gasps when the collision of sitting sends her heart beating into overdrive and her stomach clenching familiarly. She stares at Heather, and her quickened breathing dries her lips so much that licking them barely has any effect anymore.
When Heather pulls off her blouse, Naya is almost sure she glances at her for a second before she runs one of her hands down her toned abs to her shorts. Naya’s breath catches when she thinks that the hand is going beneath the fabric, and not over it, but Heather turns quickly and pushes against the wall behind her. She arches her back and turns her hips, and Naya is automatically reminded of her own movements when they shot “Me Against the Music”. That time, her dancing, turning her hips and showing off her ass, had sent Heather into overdrive, and the blonde had dragged her into their trailer as soon as the scene was over. Naya swallows and crosses her legs when Heather turns again, locks eyes with her, and bends her knees to slide herself down the wall.
“Okay, cut!” Eric calls, a little annoyed. “What are you looking at, Heather? Brittany’s dancing for Artie.” Eric follows Heather’s gaze, and Naya wipes the sex-crazed expression from her face as Eric spots her. Busted. He frowns at her disapprovingly, and gives Heather a pointed look.
The blonde grins sheepishly and says quickly, “Sorry.”
“Okay, let’s go once more, then,” Eric continues with a sigh. As the crew prepares again, he looks over at Naya and jerks his head at her pointedly. Get out of here, you’re a distraction, it says clearly. Naya smirks guiltily, nods back and starts to get up. She has to hold onto the chair for a few seconds to steady herself, and she’s pretty sure she’s soaked through her pants (God, how embarrassing), but she makes it to the door. She looks back one last time and catches Heather’s eye. The dancer gives her one last smirk and a wink, and then the scene starts. Naya watches for a few seconds from the door as Heather unbuttons the blouse again, but Eric looks back at her, and she quickly scampers away.
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Back in her trailer, she falls heavily onto her bed and groans. The ache between her legs is almost unbearable, and she crosses one of her legs over the other to try to get it to stop. Her breathing is still ragged, and no matter how hard she tries to slow it down, every time the image of Heather stripping floats back into her mind, her breath catches again and it starts all over. She wraps her arms around herself, closes her eyes tightly, and tenses her muscles, trying (and failing) to tense herself out of her lust. She loosens her arms with a sigh, and opens her eyes. Even with eyes open, the scene doesn’t leave her mind, and Heather continues to dance in front of her as though she’s being projected onto the trailer ceiling.
“Shit,” Naya grumbles. Heather wouldn’t be finished for a while. There was still the scene after that to do, and this one wasn’t even done yet. So, no chance of getting the gorgeous dancer alone for a few minutes (or hours). Naya’s mind automatically wanders to Heather’s bed (their bed), and she sighs in frustration again.
A soft click sounds through the trailer, and Naya raises her head off the pillow to see Heather sneaking into the trailer. She closes the door behind her quietly and turns the lock.
“Heather!” Naya breathes, and curses her own breathlessness at the sight of the dazzling girl. She swings her legs over the side of the bed and sits up.
“I have a break. Twenty minutes or so.”
Naya’s stomach muscles clench pleasurably and she laughs at her own automatic thought: enough time for a quickie.
“Thank God!” she moans, and grins at Heather, who looks at her slyly with smoldering eyes. The blonde takes a few steps forward, and Naya smiles when she notices she hasn’t even bothered to change her outfit. “You look super hot.”
“I know,” Heather says with a smile. “You were enjoying it, weren’t you?”
Naya tilts her head to the side coyly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, really?” Heather teases back, and stops coming closer. Naya licks her lips.
“Really. I just completely blanked.”
Heather pouts, laughter in her eyes. “Well, in that case, should I remind you?”
As much as Naya wants to nod her head excitedly and grip the sheets behind her to keep herself from reaching out to Heather’s dancing figure, she drops her coy façade for a minute and turns back into herself, whispering, “Do we have enough time for that?”
Heather takes a few steps forward until she’s only a few inches from Naya’s face, and pointedly undoes a button on her blouse at Naya’s eyelevel. “We’ll make time.”
Naya can’t resist, and reaches out her hands to grab Heather’s hips and pull her down onto her. The blonde’s knees hit the side of the bed, and she pushes them onto it so that her hips are straddling Naya’s. Naya holds her steady, and looks up at her. She grabs the tie around Heather’s neck and pulls her down to press her open mouth to hers.
Naya’s hand moves from Heather’s hips to her ass, running across the black leather and squeezing teasingly. The touch makes Heather open her mouth a little more and Naya dips her tongue into it, caressing the edge of her top lip and brushing it briefly against Heather’s equally eager tongue. After a few minutes, the dancer pulls back, breathing deeply, and rests her forehead against Naya’s. Naya frowns slightly, and tries to kiss her again, remembering the deadline they’re on, but Heather pulls back and smirks. She quickly bounces off Naya, and slaps her hands away when she tries to hold onto her.
“No touching,” she commands, and Naya laughs.
“A bit of a delayed reaction,” she teases, and the blonde blushes a little. She had meant to set that rule down right at the beginning, but kissing Naya proved too difficult to resist.
“Just watch,” Heather commands again, and Naya does; her eyes follow Heather’s hand as it comes up and unbuttons her blouse achingly slowly. The fabric moves with gravity, pulling down a few more centimeters every button that comes undone. Naya’s eyes soak in the sight, and she clenches her hands around the fabric of the bed. Heather is close enough to touch, if she wanted to (and if she was allowed to), and it’s damn hard not to, especially when the dancer shrugs off the blouse and pulls it down her arms. She laughs at Naya’s drooling expression and spins the blouse once around her head before throwing it at Naya. Naya pulls the item against herself, runs it along her face for a second, taking in Heather’s intoxicating scent, and then presses it into the bed to clamp her fingers around it instead.
Meanwhile, Heather is unbuttoning her shorts, and Naya’s heart jumps, beating harder and faster and hammering against the inside of her ribs as her stomach squirms uncomfortably. There’s no doubt in her mind by now that she’s already soaked through her pants, and she briefly considers taking them off, but that would take some of her attention off Heather - and that’s just something she doesn’t want to do. Besides, she’s sure Heather will take them off for her at one point.
The sound of the zipper on Heather’s leather pants undoing makes Naya moan embarrassingly loudly, and Heather locks eyes with her with a teasing smile. She takes a step closer as she shimmies out of her shorts. The movement brings her face closer to Naya’s and she breathes hotly on her neck. Naya moves her face to give her better access, and the blonde teases her breath across Naya’s skin; there’s too much distance for it have any effect but to make Naya shiver and squirm as though her clothes have suddenly gotten far too tight. Heather’s taken off her boots as well (Naya pouts; they’re hot as hell, but leaving them on wouldn’t have let her take off the shorts, so, win a little, lose a little). Naya cants her neck further, Heather’s hot breath pulling the movement out of her unwittingly, but the blonde straightens out again and instead runs her hands up from her pink panties, across her toned stomach, over her bra-clad breasts, and into her hair, lifting it up and closing her eyes as she starts to sway confidently to a beat in her head. Naya’s mouth drops open at the sight, and she can’t decide if the look on Heather’s face is more aroused than her own. She licks her lips and croaks out weakly, “The bra.”
Heather slows down her movements and smirks coyly. She twirls the tie still dangling around her neck between her fingers and snaps a strap of her pink bra against herself. “Mmm? I don’t know what you’re asking me,” she murmurs with laughter in her eyes.
Naya’s breath hitches. “Bra. Off. Please.” She can’t believe she’s almost begging. She feels her own nails digging into her skin through the fabric of Heather’s shirt and the bed at her attempt to keep herself from launching at Heather and pushing her against the trailer wall.
“Use your words, Nay-nay,” Heather teases, and runs one of her hands through her hair while the other makes its way down the plane of her stomach to dip beneath her panties tantalizingly slowly.
“Please, let me touch you,” Naya moans. Heather smiles at the plea, and steps a little closer. She drags her hand out from under the hem of her panties and unhooks her bra behind her back. Then, she places both her hands on the side of Naya’s neck and leans down to lick playfully along Naya’s jaw line and to her earlobe. She takes it between her lips and pinches mischievously. Naya moans, and nearly closes her eyes at the pleasure, but her sight is caught by the movement of Heather’s bra as it slips down her arms and exposes her gorgeous breasts. Closing her eyes suddenly doesn’t have as much appeal anymore, and Naya ogles. Sweet Cheesus on a stick…
Heather notices the sudden lack of responsiveness as she continues to kiss and lick along Naya’s jaw and neck, and looks down. She grins when she catches Naya’s lustful stare, and lets the bra slip down to her wrists, hooks a finger under it, and throws it over her shoulder in one fluid motion. Naya sighs with desire when Heather hops against her and straddles her on the side of the bed again.
“Touch me, then,” she whispers, and Naya wastes no time in doing so. She dips her head against Heather’s skin and kisses a loving trail down her neck and over her collarbone while her hands come up to knead Heather’s breasts and brush their thumbs over her nipples. Heather arches her back and presses forward against Naya, overcome by the sensations the brunette is creating, and moans.
Suddenly, the hands have disappeared and the air of the trailer is drying and cooling the spots Naya kissed along her neck, and Heather looks down in confusion to find Naya completely topless and leaning forward again to kiss her. They both smile into the kiss and let their tongues do the talking before Naya whispers hoarsely, “Get on the bed.”
Heather complies, and before her back has even hit the bed, Naya has her pinned beneath her and is sucking on the skin just above her breasts.
“Don’t leave hickeys!” Heather warns.
“They won’t see them here,” Naya murmurs.
“Yes, they will,” Heather insists and pulls Naya up. But Naya resists and leans down again.
“Well, they won’t see them here, will they?” she asks with a smirk and covers Heather’s nipple with her mouth. The blonde gasps and pushes up, her hand tangling into Naya’s hair. Naya moves her lips lower and pulls back with a satisfied smirk to admire the beautiful bruise she’s left just under Heather’s nipple. “Perfect.” Heather laughs at her expression.
“Marking me, huh?”
“Of course,” Naya replies with a grin. “The whole world is going to see you half naked in a few weeks… but they won’t see everything.” She leans up and brushes her lips softly over Heather’s. “Some parts of you are just for me.” Heather smiles affectionately, and Naya locks her eyes with her as she kisses her. It’s tempting to just remain the way they are, with Naya laying on top of Heather, pressing their breasts together and tangling their tongues leisurely, but Naya remembers the time limit and grinds her hips against Heather’s, bringing a leg up between her legs. The gasp the dancer lets out breaks their kiss, and Naya moves her kisses along Heather’s jaw, down her neck, and lower, lower, lower until she dips her tongue into Heather’s bellybutton. She giggles and squirms, and Naya moves down until she’s sitting on her knees between Heather’s legs. She glances along her body and notices she’s still wearing her knee-high socks. With an impish smile, she leans down and kisses Heather’s inner thigh, flicking out her tongue between her lips and tasting salt from the dancing, and makes a slow trail down her thigh and to her calf. When she gets to the edge of the sock, she slides it down and continues to place kisses as she exposes more of Heather’s skin, the combined sensations of fabric and lips moving across her skin making Heather unsure whether she should laugh or moan. Naya does the same with the other leg. Her mouth is still lying against the skin of Heather’s bare ankle when she smiles mischievously and tickles the sole of her foot. The reaction is instant. Heather squeals and reflexively moves her foot - kicking Naya in the face.
“Ow!” she yells, rubbing her cheek and frowning. Heather sits up instantly and puts her hands on the side of her face.
“Oh my god! Naya, I’m sorry!”
“That freakin’ hurt,” Naya murmurs, but she’s already smiling again. Heather leans closer and presses a healing kiss to her cheek.
“Better?”
“No…” Naya mumbles.
“Where does it hurt?” Heather asks, real concern on her face.
Naya points to her jaw. “Here.” A kiss. She points to her neck. “And here.” A kiss. She points to just above her breast, and Heather leans back and raises and eyebrow.
“Really, Naya, we’re gonna play out that fantasy right now?”
Naya flushes a bit, but goes with it, and moans, tilting her head back and crying out, “Oh, it hurts!”
“God, you’re such a goof,” Heather groans, but kisses her anyway, cupping her hands over her breasts and licking over her nipples when Naya moves her body closer appreciatively. They’re still both on their knees, so Heather quickly hooks her hands behind Naya’s thighs and jerks her legs out from under her to push her down on the bed. The back of Naya’s head hits the headboard, and she cries out again.
“God, Heather, are you trying to knock me out?” she asks as she rubs the back of her head. Heather hovers over her, pulls her down a little further so she’s out of the danger zone, and presses her lips against Naya’s insistently without so much as an apology. Heather grinds her body over Naya’s, relishing the feel of skin-on-skin, and continues to kiss her. “It did hurt…” Naya murmurs stubbornly (and breathlessly) after a few seconds.
“You big pussy...” Heather hums back against her lips, and then matches Naya’s smirk.
“Now, there’s an idea…” Naya suggests with a quick raise of her eyebrows. Heather takes the hint and begins to lick further down her body, being sure to brush along her nipples a few times and to tease her tongue across her bellybutton, just as Naya had done not too long ago to her; the reaction is even more intense than she expected, and Naya moans out her name as she makes her way down. Meanwhile, her hands work at the buttons of Naya’s jeans, and soon enough she’s kicking off the pants (I knew they’d be soaked, Naya thinks with an abashed smile, but Heather catches the look and just sends her a sweltering glance of approval at the excessive wetness) and Heather is positioning herself between Naya’s legs and licking the inside of her thighs.
Naya bucks her hips up and tangles her hand in Heather’s hair, urging her on.
“Come on,” she whines, and looks down at Heather. The blonde looks up and holds Naya’s gaze.
“You ready?” she asks hoarsely.
“I’ve been ready since the moment I saw you on set. Do it,” Naya moans out, keeping her eyes locked with Heather’s and communicating all her lust and longing with just the single glance. Heather gets it, and she leans down to take a first lick.
Naya’s moan echoes through the trailer, and it almost drowns out the sound of Heather’s cell phone ringing - almost. Heather looks up, and Naya whines reproachfully, gyrating her hips up invitingly.
“Ignore it!” she groans when Heather doesn’t take the hint. The phone rings again.
“I can’t,” Heather murmurs apologetically, and moves away.
“Heather!” Naya almost yells, the ache between her legs becoming unbearable and her breath coming so raggedly she’s surprised her body is getting enough oxygen at all.
“Just a second.” Heather slides off the bed, and grabs her phone. Naya lets her head fall back into the bed with an exasperated sigh. A few seconds pass before Heather hisses “Shit!” and hangs up the phone, and suddenly there’s a lot happening at once. Heather pushes Naya out of the way to grab the socks being squished under her body, she flutters about the trailer, picking up idle pieces of clothing (costume, Naya corrects in her mind), and nearly falls over as she tries to simultaneous pull on a sock and rearrange her hair.
“What are you doing?” Naya asks, sitting up and hoping against hope that Heather’s not about to leave her unsatisfied.
“My break was over 10 minutes ago!” Heather hisses as she puts on her bra. The stunning hickey disappears behind the pink fabric.
“No way,” Naya gasps, sitting up again.
“I know! I thought I had enough time!”
Naya lets out a shocked whine. Clearly, Heather isn’t getting the reason for her disbelief. “Oh, no, Heather! No way! You can’t just leave me like this!” she says, gesturing around the trailer and over her own naked body.
“I’m sorry, babe,” Heather replies, shrugging on her blouse and smoothing the creases. Naya just looks at her, baffled, and Heather leans forward to press a quick, passionate kiss against her lips, communicating her apology and heartfelt regret that they didn’t have the chance to finish this.
“Screw them! Be late!” Naya squeals, grabbing Heather’s hand as she pulls away.
“I’m already late.”
“Be later!” Naya calls, her voice getting a little too high-pitched for her own liking. Heather looks at her apologetically, and takes a few steps toward the door.
“Bye,” she says, and even with the apology, Naya swears she sees a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. Evil, evil, evil!
“Heather!”
“Later! I promise!” Heather calls as she unlocks the door.
“But - ”
“Later!” Heather yells again; then, light floods the trailer, and Heather is gone.
Naya stares after her, perplexed beyond words and aroused beyond imagination, and then throws her head back onto the bed with an exasperated sigh. That girl is going to be the death of me, she thinks, and groans into the bed, letting her mind be consumed by the memory of Heather and the promise of ‘later’.
Fin