Fic: Madrid, Te Amo (Part 1/3)

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“Jesus, there’s a lot of gay bars in Madrid,” Heather murmurs as they pass yet another rainbow-covered sign over a bar.

“We are in Chueca,” Naya points out with a grin, and nods to a club ahead of them called ‘Black and White’. Heather recognizes it instantly from the tour guides. Madrid’s most well-known gay bar. Multiple dance floors, various themed nights… and mostly guys. She raises an eyebrow.

“Do you want to go in?”

“No, just pointing it out.”

A group of Spanish hooligans pass by, loudly yelling in guttural madrilène Spanish, and Heather hooks her arm more tightly into Naya’s as they sidestep them.

“Relax,” Naya murmurs, and leans in to kiss Heather’s cheek. “No one cares.” They pass a gay couple making out in a doorway, and Heather looks on incredulously as people pass on without a second look at them.

“See?” Naya says with a smile, and places a quick peck on Heather’s lips. Heather smiles.

“Awesome.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Well, we’re here now. Let’s check out the gay scene!”

“Okay. How about…” Naya whips out her iPhone and quickly types in something. “… La Bohemia? Lesbian bar. Highly recommended on AfterEllen.”

Heather lets out a snort of laughter. “AfterEllen?”

Naya grins sheepishly. “First site that came up.”

“Okay, sure. Is it close?”

“Yeah, just around the corner,” Naya says, and steers them to the left.

“Weren’t Lea and Dianna supposed to come out with us tonight?” Heather asks as they make their way across the cobblestones.

“Yeah, they ditched us again,” Naya replies. “Chris wanted to go, but he was too afraid of being recognized and getting hit on in a language he didn’t understand.”

“Aaw, he’s so cute,” Heather hums. “I wouldn’t mind getting hit on in Spanish.”

“Mm… I’ll give it a shot,” Naya replies with sideways grin. “Menudo trasero!” she says, and pinches Heather’s butt.

“Hey!”

“Just showing you what it meant,” Naya jokes.

“Classy, Naya…” Heather murmurs with a quick roll of her eyes.

“Okay, then… Eres la luz de mi vida, vida de mi sueños, sueño de mi corazón!” Naya says with a dramatic shake of her head, and then continues with a more subdued smile. “Estoy enamorada de ti, y te quiero tantísimo...”

“I got that last bit,” Heather replies with a shy smile. Naya matches it and lets go of Heather’s arm to hold her hand instead.

They arrive at the bar. The bouncer asks for their IDs (Naya fumbles a little in Spanish, but Heather’s amazed she can understand the girl at all when she asks her something). As Naya digs into her purse, Heather spots a man with bright, flashing glasses and a bushel of roses, approaching couples and friends. She quickly waves him over and buys a rose before Naya notices what’s happened. When the brunette looks up, her ID clutched in her hand triumphantly, Heather twirls the rose between her fingers and presents it to her. Naya beams.

“Aww! You’re gonna make me blush!” She takes the rose and brushes it against her nose to smell it.

“Ethnic people don’t really blush,” Heather points out with a grin, and then takes her arm and enters the bar after the bouncer waves them through.

The bar is filled with girls (and a few guys) of various ages, but most are quite a lot older than Heather would have expected. In the corner sits a brooding woman pushing fifty while another stands on wobbly legs in the back, dressed in her best but acting anything but, behind the bar is a hip Spanish girl with dark bangs cut so they fall into her eyes, and on the dance floor are little huddles of friends and couples grinding and bouncing to the upbeat Spanish rhythms. Heather hears a brunette laugh vivaciously as a blonde twirls her and hooks her arm behind her neck to bring them closer. She smiles and looks at Naya, who smiles back in approval.

“Drink?”

“Please!” Heather says excitedly, and joins Naya at the bar. “This is a pretty cool place.”

“Yeah. Madrid is awesome,” Naya replies with a grin when they get their drinks. She tucks the rose into a loop of her purse. “To a great night out!” she says, and raises her glass. The glasses clink, and they take a sip. Naya scrunches up her face in surprise. They definitely make the drinks stronger than in LA…

They sit and talk for a while, ordering a shot when they finish their drinks, and then chasing it down with another, sweeter drink, and bounce along absentmindedly to the music. Heather twitches excitedly, waiting for a song she knows, and watches the people on the dance floor. She looks on in amusement as a drunk guy comes up to a couple of girls grinding intimately to a song, is rebuffed with a few quick snarls of Spanish, and moves on to the next couple. She points him out to Naya, who laughs.

“He really doesn’t get what’s going here, does he?”

“Picking up lesbians. Definitely a new tactic,” Heather replies, and she and Naya fall into a fit of (admittedly, alcohol-induced) giggles.

Heather continues to scan the dance floor.

“Aaw, look at her. Someone should ask her to dance,” she says with a laugh, nodding to a young blonde in a short jeans skirt standing awkwardly at the edge of the dance floor. As they watch, a tall girl with jet black hair comes out of the bathroom and places a kiss on the girl’s cheek, who brightens instantly and smiles lovingly at her. The tall girl pulls her to the dance floor, where they dance like there’s no one else around.

“Do you think we look that in love?” Heather asks.

“You bet,” Naya answers instantly. She scans the dance floor and breaks out in a grin. “Although probably not as much as those two…”

Heather follows her gaze. It falls on a couple in a dark corner of the dance floor. They grind into each other as the beat moves them, pushing their hips and roaming their hands. The shorter brunette tilts her head as she dances and laughs. The blonde takes advantage of the opening and brings her face down to pepper kisses along the brunette’s neck, up along her jaw, and finally catches her lips. It cuts off the laughter, and they slow their movements as the alcohol makes them lose focus of what they were doing and replace it instead with ardor in their kiss.

“They’re definitely going at it,” Heather states with a grin.

“Yeah, let’s not go as far as that, please.”

Heather turns to Naya and catches her eye with a devious smile. “Maybe not here…”

Naya returns the smile, and reaches her hand forward to place it suggestively on Heather’s thigh. “Later’s a different story. A lovely hotel room waiting for us…”

“Almost want to end the night early…” Heather murmurs, covering Naya’s hand and letting her inch it higher on her leg. She leans forward, smiling invitingly as Naya mirrors the movement, and awaits the impending kiss with giddy expectation.

Suddenly, someone stumbles into Heather’s stool, nudging her hip and dislodging Naya’s hand. Heather looks up in annoyance, and sees the drunk guy of before, whose uncertain expression turns into a drunken smile as he appraises his own luck of having stumbled into the prettiest girl in the bar.

“Hola, guapa,” he drawls, and sidles closer. He puts a hand on the bar, facing Heather, and cutting Naya off. Heather looks up and sees the brunette narrow her eyes angrily.

“Hi,” Heather says uncertainly, looking to Naya for help.

“Oh, English?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t speak well, but I understand, poco,” he says with a grin, moving his fingers to signify how much he knows. It’s not much.

“Permiso,” Naya says sharply, knocking his hand easily off the bar. He loses his balance, but rights himself and looks Naya up and down. “Puedes dejarnos en paz?”

“Venga, solo estamos hablando. Te gustaría unirse?” he asks with an appraising smirk when his eyes fall on Naya’s legs. Heather recognizes the invitation for Naya to join the conversation.

“No, gracias,” Naya replies curtly. “Stop, vale? Vete.”

“Y porque?” he asks confidently. Heather looks on in confusion at the exact meaning of the exchange, but the message is clear: kindly back off. She knows Naya doesn’t get possessive easily, but tonight was supposed to be their night, alone together in an anonymous, gay-friendly city where no one would recognize them, and she gets exactly where Naya is coming from. Naya just beat her to it.

“Porque es mi novia, tio,” Naya replies irately, brushing his hand away when he tries to put it on her shoulder - both to steady himself and to ease some of the tension. As soon as Naya finishes whatever she said, the guy backs off.

“Ah, lo siento.” ‘I’m sorry’, Heather understands. He steps back. “En serio,” he continues with surprising clarity. “Buenas noches.” He nods at them both apologetically and walks away. Naya follows him with her eyes, making sure he doesn’t continue to make a fool of himself or turn around and bother them again.

“What did you tell him?” Heather asks incredulously.

“That you’re my girlfriend.” Naya answers simply, still following the guy with her eyes when he looks back once more apologetically. She doesn’t notice Heather’s growing smile. “If there’s one thing I know Spaniards respect, it’s other people’s relationships. Act possessive and they’ll back off.”

“Naya…” Heather starts with a giggle.

The brunette looks up, but before she can ask what’s up, Heather leans forward and presses a passionate smooch to her lips.

“How do you say ‘I adore you’ in Spanish?” she asks when she pulls away. Naya still has her eyes closed and has a smile on her face.

“Just like this,” she replies, and pulls Heather closer to kiss her again. They continue to kiss for a little bit, until the bartender comes up and takes their empty drinks. The clinking of the glasses pulls them out of their little world, and they grin sheepishly when they see a few girls look at them with knowing smirks.

“I thought we weren’t going to do this whole PDA thing, like that other couple on the dance floor?” Heather asks with a smile, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear self-consciously. Naya looks away with a grin, scanning the dance floor for said couple.

“Well, they’ve stopped for a bit. We can take over now,” she jokes.

Heather turns around in her stool. “Did they leave?”

“Oh no, they’re still there.” Heather follows Naya’s gaze. “Oh, no way, looks like the guy is gonna try them on too…” Naya continues incredulously. The Spaniard steps into the darkened corner and says something flippant. The brunette pulls her face away from the blonde’s neck and looks up in surprise. Heather tilts her head, trying to catch a better look, but it’s dark, and a shadow covers both their faces. The blonde grabs the brunette’s hand and starts lead her away. Even with the music, Heather can hear her rebuff the guy with a gruff “Go away,” in perfect English… and in a voice that she recognizes. Wait a minute…  Her eyes widen in surprise as the blonde pulls the other into the center of the dance floor and into the light. Is that…

“Dianna?” Heather says in surprise. “And…”

“Lea?” Naya continues for her disbelievingly.

“What?!” Heather cranes her neck to get a better look, and catches Lea’s drunken smile as she leans forward and kisses Dianna again.

“No way! They’re not… How can… What?” Heather just finishes lamely, turning back to Naya, whose shocked expression mirrors her own.

“Wow… Dianna and Lea?”

“No freakin’ way!”

Heather watches in amazement as Naya’s shocked expression turns into one of amusement.

“Mmm… Well… it does explain some things…” she says with a growing smile.

“What?”

“Oh, come on, you know. The endless staring, the lack of personal space, the way they’re basically joined at the hip at any events, not to mention the giant fanbase that sprung up around their characters just because of how close they are…”

“Are you talking about us or them?”

Naya tilts her head to the side with a grin. “Does it matter?”

Heather shares Naya’s smile, realization sinking in. “Huh. Good point.” She pauses to turn back to look at Lea and Dianna. They’re back to grinding to the sensual Spanish rhythms, completely in their own world. “So they’re together…”

“If that’s not together, I don’t know what is…” Naya replies with a giggle as Dianna’s hand comes up and curves around Lea’s back to pull her closer.

“How the hell did we miss this?” Heather asks finally, letting out an amused huff.

“I suspected it,” Naya admits, and shrugs noncommittally when Heather turns to her disbelievingly.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“It was just a hunch,” Naya answers quickly. “Besides, the Glee cast is like the gayest thing since the Village People.”

Instantly Heather bursts our laughing, and laughs even harder when Naya rests her elbow on the bar and gets stuck to it. Naya crinkles her nose and detaches herself from the stickiness.

“Eew!”

Heather’s laughing dies down, and she just looks happily at Naya as she tries to find a place to rest her elbow out of danger.

“You’re right, though,” she says, and Naya looks at her. She scoots closer and rests her hand on Heather’s thigh triumphantly. Definitely out of the danger zone.  “I mean, there’s us, them” - she nods to Lea and Dianna - “Telly, Chris, Ryan, Jonathan, Jane…”

“Yup, gay, gay, gay, gay,” Naya says with a comical counting nod at each word.

“Do you think people know about us?” Heather asks suddenly.

Naya tilts her head thoughtfully. “Maybe. I think they suspect. Telly knows. Probably Jane too.”

“Jane?”

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure she just knows stuff like this.”

“Mmm…” Heather hums thoughtfully.

“Do you mind?” Naya asks, a hint of worry creeping into her voice. Heather smiles at her reassuringly.

“No… It’s actually kind of… nice… almost liberating.” Her smile widens. “And now we know about Lea and Dianna…”

Naya smirks, and looks back to the dance floor.

Dianna steps back, grabs Lea’s hand and twirls her. As she spins, the blonde lifts her hand and hooks it behind the back of her neck. When Lea finishes the (slightly wobbly) spin, she laughs at the smooth trap she’s fallen into, and uses her hand at the back of Dianna’s neck to pull her face down and kiss her. Heather can see Dianna grin cheekily before bringing her hands to Lea’s hips and pulling her flush against her. Lea stumbles slightly at the unexpected collision, but rights herself and kisses Dianna harder. Heather’s breath catches as the kiss deepens again, and the girl’s lips mold together heatedly.

She glances back at Naya, who still has her eyes on the dance floor, and uses the opportunity to really look at her. She’d dutifully replied “Great” when Naya had asked how she looked when they were leaving the hotel, but she realizes now it’s the understatement of the century. Heather trails her eyes over Naya’s legs, taking in her signature beige heels, sequined grey miniskirt, and elegantly-cut fuchsia top with admiration. She feels a dull heartbeat pulse between her legs and squirms on her stool as she takes in Naya’s ever-impressive cleavage, beautifully curving neck, lengthy lashes, and cheeky smile. She licks her lips subconsciously, and her eyes move back down to the edge of Naya’s top of their own accord.

A few second later, Naya scrapes her throat pointedly, and Heather pulls out of her worshipping stare with a start.

“See something you like?” Naya asks with a naughty smile.

“No,” Heather answers instantly. “I mean… yes. Of course. But - you know… I didn’t… ”

Naya just smirks wider as Heather continues to stumble, and looks back to the dance floor with a knowing smile. Heather rolls her eyes at herself. Smooth.

Heather hears a familiar, signature laugh, and looks back as well. Lea has Dianna pulled against her, her arms draped over her shoulders, and is grinding with her as though she wants to mold into her body. Dianna’s initial laugh dies down pretty quickly, and she joins in the movement with equal enthusiasm. Their legs scissor against each other, fabric tugging on fabric and skin sliding past skin as the beat moves them. Heather swallows pronouncedly as the heartbeat between her legs speeds up and intensifies. She glances at Naya again, and bites her lip, before reaching out and placing a hand on her knee. Naya looks up at her questioningly, but Heather can’t trust herself to speak, and just smiles and looks back at Dianna and Lea.

As they continue to dance to the beat, Heather can’t help but move her hand over Naya’s thigh, swaying her own hand with the rhythm. The song changes, and soon she’s sliding her hand higher along Naya’s leg, translating the intensity of Dianna and Lea into her own desires.

Lea turns herself and grinds against Dianna behind her, and the blonde places one hand on her hip and roams the other over Lea’s stomach. Heather inches her hand up Naya’s thigh until she fingers the edge of the miniskirt.

Dianna leans down and kisses Lea’s neck. Lea turns her neck instantly to grant her access, and brings up a hand to the back of Dianna’s neck, playing with her hair and guiding her kisses. Heather slides her hand between Naya’s thighs, just gently playing her fingers over her skin.

Lea turns herself around again, and pulls Dianna against her - hard. The blonde opens her mouth in surprise, letting out a shocked, aroused breath at the collision - a breath that Heather might not be able to hear, but a breath she nonetheless lets out herself with equal desire. She tenses her hand around Naya’s thigh, and Naya finally pipes up.

“Heather,” she murmurs, a strange mix of warning and desire in her voice. Heather lets out another shuddering breath. “What are you - ”

“No,” Heather says instantly, leaning close and breathing hotly on Naya’s neck. “No… just - say my name.” This time it’s Naya’s turn to take in a shocked, aroused breath, and Heather smiles at the quick reaction. “Say my name,” she purrs again, and tightens her grip on Naya’s thigh as she brushes her lips over Naya’s earlobe.

Naya turns her face and suddenly there’s barely an inch of space between them.

“Heather,” Naya replies dutifully, her voice low with longing. Her breath condenses on Heather’s lips, and Heather licks them.

“I want you,” she whispers, and all thoughts of dancing the night away fly right out the window, replaced instead by the image of Naya panting beneath her in their hotel room, the sheets tangled around them and the air warm and humid from their lovemaking.

Naya leans forward and lightly brushes her lips over Heather’s. It’s not a kiss, but it’s enough of a touch to make Heather tighten her grip on Naya’s leg again. Naya closes her legs, trapping Heather’s hand, and squirms on her stool.

“Come on,” Naya whispers hotly, and grabs Heather’s hand from between her legs to drag her off the stool and stalk to the bathroom. Before the door has even closed behind them, Heather has lifted Naya onto the counter of the sink and is kissing her fiercely.

“Heather!” Naya protests (half-heartedly), and Heather trails her kisses across her neck. “I’ll get wet!”

Heather glances briefly at the sink counter, but then shrugs. “Aren’t you already?” she purrs seductively, and Naya’s protests die on her lips as Heather kisses them away.

“Heather…” Naya murmurs again, and it comes out as a happy sigh as Heather leans down and sucks on her neck. She brings her hands up and tangles them in her hair. Heather grips her hips and pulls her to the edge of the counter. She runs one hand up her thigh again, glad to finally be able to pass the barrier of the edge of her skirt. She fingers the edge, dipping her fingers beneath it, and Naya hooks her legs around Heather, binding her tight against her body.

“Jesus…” Heather lets out with a gasp. She kisses above the edge of Naya’s top, leaving small wet imprints over her cleavage. “Watching Dianna and Lea…” she murmurs as she goes “… you won’t believe how hot that made me.”

Naya opens her mouth as though she’s going to say something, but all that comes out is a shuddering sigh. She tangles her fingers deeper in Heather’s hair and pulls her up to meet her lips. Heather grinds forward into Naya’s body, her body and confidence fueled by alcohol, and the brunette’s skirt hitches up. Naya lets out a whimper at the movement, and Heather pushes forward again.

Suddenly, music floods the bathroom, and Heather and Naya pull away from each other with a start. A girl stands in the doorway to the bathroom, frozen in surprise. She looks them both over, taking in Heather’s hand on Naya’s ass, Naya’s hand tangled in Heather’s hair, her legs wrapped around her hips, and hickeys adorning her neck. Her surprise turns into a look of amusement, and she twitches as though she’s going to leave, but then changes her mind and walks into the bathroom fully anyway, raising her head in nonchalance and closing the door of the stall behind her without a second glance back. As the lock clicks, Heather catches Naya’s eye, and they both burst out laughing.

“Well, so much for this little party in the ladies’ room…” Naya murmurs with a grin. Heather leans forward and catches her lips in a quick kiss.

“We’ll finish later,” she promises, and steps back to let Naya hop off the counter.

They both look in the mirror and, still smiling mischievously, fix their appearance. Heather watches as Naya pulls out a lipgloss and reapplies it, and has to hold herself back from kissing it all away again.

“So, do you wanna go home, or say hi to Lea and Dianna, or what?” Heather asks finally.

Naya stops reapplying her lipgloss, and gets a faraway look in her eye before her face breaks out in an impish grin. “No….” she says slowly, and her smile widens. Heather looks on wonderingly, her curiosity burning.

“What?”

“We should mess with them a bit.”

“What?”

Naya turns to her fully, her eyes glinting with fascinated delight. “They haven’t seen us yet. They’ll never expect to run into us at gay bar of all places….”

Heather’s curious smile turns into one of appreciative excitement. “Keep talking…”

“They don’t know we know about them. And they’re completely wasted. Perfect targets for a little playful messing around…”

Heather breaks out in a mischievous grin. “I love the way you think.”

Naya bounces on her heels in excitement, grabs Heather’s hand, and leans in conspiringly. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do…”
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Translation of Spanish:

Naya: Nice ass….You’re the light of my life, life of my dreams, dream of my heart. (A tacky Spanish expression). I’m in love with you. I love you so much.

Guy: Hi beautiful.
Naya: Excuse me. Could you leave us alone?
Guy: Come on, we’re only talking. You wanna join?
Naya: No thanks. Stop it, okay? Go away.
Guy: Why?
Naya: Because she’s my girlfriend, man.
Guy: Ah, I’m sorry. Seriously. Have a good night. 
The whole ‘act possessive and they’ll back off’ thing really works! I haven’t tried it with a girlfriend, but get a guy friend to act like a possessive boyfriend, and guys will seriously back right up! :) Cheating is serious business in Spain!

Part Two
Part Three