Fic: Always You
Title: Always You
Author: fullyajar
Pairings: Heather/Naya
Summary: One of them is tied to the bed, and the other has her way with her. For this prompt at the Glee Kink Meme.
Rating: Very much NC-17. Somehow more than usual…
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I definitely do not know these people. This did not happen in real life.
Word Count: ~5000
A/N: Holy crap, how many positions can I work into one fic of 5,000 words? New record, haha. Concerning smut, this might be my favorite so far. Enjoy!
The bed tilts ever so slightly with Naya’s weight as her knee sets down lightly between Heather’s legs, and Heather realizes that she’s not quite sure how she got here. Romantic dinner at the hot new place down the street, another bottle of wine by candlelight back home, a staggering, messy kiss to the bedroom and then… teasing murmurs, an evil glint in Naya’s eye, a half-hearted struggle, and a blur of whimpers and squirming that blended together to a delicious, confusing haze of sex - without the slightest touch to her body. She shakes her head, deciding to try her memory later instead, and when Naya’s leg brushes her inner thigh, she parts her legs automatically and lets out a small whimpering sigh.
“Naya, please,” comes out, and Heather twitches against the silk scarf tying her wrists together to the headboard. She’s also not quite sure when she decided to start pleading, but given that Naya has been hovering over her for the last ten minutes with a hand between her own legs, teasing herself achingly slowly, parting her fingers slightly to give Heather a sight that spiked her heartbeat, and crying out Heather’s name softly until Heather was desperately pulling at the ties holding her back, she’s honestly more surprised she’s been holding on to her dignity this long.
“Please what?” Naya purrs as she slithers down Heather’s body and lets her fingertips ghost over her hips and inner thighs slowly.
“Fuck me,” Heather grunts, lifting her head and shoulders from the pillows and catching Naya’s eyes with purpose. Naya smirks.
“Lay back,” she commands. Heather keeps her eyes firmly locked with Naya’s and doesn’t move.
“I said…” Naya hisses, her fingers tightening their grip on Heather’s hips. “Lay back.”
Heather sucks in a breath of surprise at Naya’s tone and the dangerous glint in her eyes, and squirms beneath her touch. “I want to watch you.”
“Oh, you’ve done your watching.” Her voice lilts teasingly, but Heather can hear the hard, deep edge to her voice that lets her know she’s nowhere near letting her get what she wants.
“Please,” Heather pleads again.
“No.” The response is instant and ruthless, and Heather bucks her hips in disagreement. “Stop that. Lay back, lie still, and shut up.”
Heather whimpers once more, but Naya’s gaze is unrelenting. She reluctantly sinks down onto the bed, pulling feebly at the ties, and murmurs, “Tease.”
“I said - “ Naya drawls again in her low voice. Heather moans softly when she feels fingers slide across her clit and down to her soaked slit, but the moan is quickly cut off when Naya hisses “Shut up” and harshly plunges two fingers into her. She cries out in pleasure and a hint of pain as Naya’s fingers push hard and deep and she feels herself stretch around the tilted digits, but as quickly as the hand is thrust, Naya pulls it out again.
Heather whimpers her disappointment, careful not to form a word for fear of invoking Naya’s wrath somehow, and bucks her hips slightly. Naya’s hands press her back into the bed.
“Lie still, or else,” comes the throaty order, and Heather complies instantly. She shuts her eyes tightly, resisting the urge to crane her neck and take in Naya’s naked form crouched between her legs. She knows now if she goes along with and does everything Naya says, she might just let her come. Might.
Naya’s hands have left her hips, no longer pressing on her bones to mold her into the sheets, and Heather somehow misses their commanding weight. In fact, she can’t feel Naya at all anymore. No fingertips hovering around her bellybutton. No brush of a knee against her inner thigh. No dip of a hand on her sex. It’s disconcerting, but she keeps her eyes firmly closed, pulling her lip between her teeth to keep from crying for Naya’s touch.
She hears a soft chuckle, and then the sharp twinge of fingernails dig in above her hipbones and a wet tongue slides between her legs. She bites back a moan, and feels her hips shaking with the strain of remaining stationary - not that Naya’s hands would let her move, anyway, but still.
Naya’s tongue is moving - fast. She slides with a steady rhythm between Heather’s folds, thrusting deeply now and then and then pulling her wetness up over Heather’s clit to leave her moaning quietly for more. Heather’s hands tighten around the silk anchoring her to the headboard, and her body shakes of its own accord to Naya’s delicious ministrations. She hopes Naya doesn’t punish her for it - she honestly can’t help what her body is doing at the moment, and she jolts with the rhythm of Naya’s tongue.
Luckily, Naya doesn’t. She works her tongue furiously, building Heather up quicker than she’s ever experienced before. The image of Naya touching herself above her still firmly burned into the inside of her shut eyelids and the feel of Naya’s tongue against her clit are enough to bring her to orgasm within minutes.
At least, that was the plan. As her moans increase in pitch and key and shudder from her body with desperate abandon, she feels Naya slow down. Fucking slow down.
“No…” she murmurs indistinctly, twitching her hips against Naya’s mouth, but her grip is strong as steel, and her sex barely brushes Naya’s smiling top lip.
“Naya, please.” She feels the tight, hard knot in her abdomen being to loosen as Naya’s tongue laps meekly over her sex. A faint chuckle reaches her ears.
“So polite.”
Another despairing whimper pulled from Heather’s throat, and suddenly Naya’s tongue dips down and probes deeply, tilting up and then swirling down. Heather rolls her hips down against her tongue, searching for friction in an impossible situation. This is so not what she needs right now. Another time, and she’s sure this would have driven her wild. But right now, this close to coming? She pleads again, and tilts her hips down to pull Naya’s tongue higher.
“Clit, clit,” she mumbles. She can feels herself coming down again, her muscles aching with disappointment and desperation. She was so close!
“Clit what?” Naya chuckles again. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that. I can’t read your mind.”
“Yes, you fucking can. Naya!” She’s louder than ever before, and her hips thrust up sharply into Naya’s face, her hands unable to hold her down in her last attempt at coming.
Instantly, she knows she shouldn’t have. Naya’s fingertips dig hard into her hipbones, and Naya’s tongue flattens and pulls across her slit to her clit before pulling away - and staying away. Even with her inadequate thrusting, Heather misses the feel of Naya inside her, and she whines, giving in finally, as her muscles relax and she sinks back into the bed unsatisfied.
“Oh, you bitch!” she moans.
“Bitch, huh?” she smirks wickedly. “Well, that’s going to cost you.”
“No! Please no, Naya, please, I’m aching for you, I want you so bad,” Heather mumbles in a rush, straining her arms against her restraints and canting her body up. By chance, her hips jolt against Naya’s thigh, and she copies the movement instantly as the contact rubs her clit in just the right way.
“Yes…” she hisses, pushing hard and feeling her muscles tense pleasurably at the few thrusts that Naya lets her get away with.
Of course, she knows it can’t last. Permission from Naya required and all…
Naya’s knee lifts and presses down just below her bellybutton, stilling her movements and making her try to bend her body in a completely impossible way to bring her clit against Naya’s shin. Naya grins evilly when she fails.
“So desperate.” Naya rotates her leg down, pressing it briefly against Heather clit before sliding away from her and pressing a hand against her sex again. A finger teases her opening, lathering the wetness across her folds and making Heather cry out again.
“And so wet, little slut. Tell me you’re wet for me,” Naya purrs with utter control.
Heather’s response is instantaneous. “I’m wet for you. So wet, all for you.”
Normally she’d roll her eyes at her own desperation, but honestly (along with the fact that her mind can barely form coherent sentences anymore), she knows there’s no shame in forgetting her pride when Naya’s fingers continue to tease around her opening with the promise of one of the strongest orgasms she’s ever had.
“For who?” Naya teases, laughter in her voice. Heather feels a ghost of breath across her abdomen.
“For you.”
Naya’s teeth close around the small rise of skin under her bellybutton and bite - hard. “Say it again.”
“For you.” Her hands clamp thin air as her breath shudders with the effort to suppress the cry of pain and pleasure.
Another bite, higher on her stomach.
“Again.”
“For you.” She’ll inspect the damage tomorrow - reminders of a freakin’ awesome night (not that she’s likely to forget anytime soon).
A flick of tongue along the curve of her breast, and another bite - more gentle, but still painful enough against her sensitive rise of her breast. She takes the hint.
“Ow, ugh - for you.”
Naya’s tongue twirls around her nipple, and Heather tenses. She knows what’s coming, and she simultaneously dreads and longs for it.
The bite is softer than she expects but still hard enough to pull a pained cry from her throat. When she glances down briefly, she catches a glimpse of Naya’s careful, worried expression before her mask of ferocity phases over again, and she smiles, a rush of love washing over some of the lust. She knows Naya doesn’t actually want to hurt her - ever - and if the way she’s now alternating between lightly grazing her teeth over her nipple and rubbing her tongue along it is any indication, Heather knows she’s slightly worried she did.
“For you,” Heather dutifully replies, and adds, “Oh, Naya, for you. Always for you.”
Naya glances up momentarily - a moment long enough to catch Heather’s look of love and longing. Another moment is all it takes for Naya to graze her bottom lip over the downward curve of Heather’s breast and bring her lips to Heather’s. Naya’s weight molds down against her, skin on skin along the length of their bodies with Naya’s wet fingers pressed against her stomach and now her tongue (a hint of salt and tart wetness still lingering) probing into her mouth. Heather groans and pushes her own tongue back. She meets a second of resistance (she knows Naya is wrestling with the control), but then a sigh escapes from Naya’s throat and she lets Heather kiss her back. The kiss is messy, hard, and desperate, and Heather can feel by the subconscious way that Naya thrusts her hips down against her thigh that - tied down or not - she’s struggling to stay in control of her own sex drive as much as Heather is.
When Heather sighs her contentment into the kiss, however, Naya snaps out of her momentary lapse of control and bites on Heather’s lower lip with renewed vigor. She pulls back, pulling Heather’s lip with her for a moment until Heather whimpers and she lets go.
“You want it way too much,” Naya teases as she sits up between Heather’s legs and slides her coated fingers back along their path to between her legs. Although Naya stopped moving them when she started biting, soon a finger is slid teasingly into Heather’s opening once more - close enough to feel the ache of wanting more, but not deep enough to satisfy.
“I want you,” Heather replies instantly. It’s not even giving in to what Naya wants to hear - it’s just the truth.
Still, she knows she said the right thing when Naya presses another finger against her opening and starts circling slowly.
“Oh, Naya, please,” Heather murmurs, her eyelids fluttering closed and her legs falling wide to give Naya better access. Beneath her half-hooded eyes, she can just see Naya press her tongue into her cheek in a smirk.
“What do you want, Heather?”
“Oh, you. I want to feel you inside me,” Heather moans as her hips lift up. Naya doesn’t stop her this time, and Heather gasps with satisfaction when she lifts up, positions herself just right, and, with a hard desperate push of her hips down, feels Naya’s fingers enter her.
“See? You want it way too much. You’re going to have to work for it,” Naya teases, keeping her fingers still as Heather thrusts her body down onto them.
“I will, I will, just - let me - I just need…” The rest of her words are lost as Naya plays along just a little bit - just enough to curl her fingers in time with Heather’s thrusts. Her hand is still as immobile as ever, forcing Heather to set her own rhythm and take up Naya’s fingers at her own pace. Heather laughs to herself as she worries that, even with her dancer’s muscles, she won’t be able to set a pace fast enough to come. Her arms stretch with every downward thrust as the scarf holds her back, and she squirms against the ties. They dig into her skin, and she thinks she might have bruises tomorrow, but Naya’s fingers are still curling, so she pushes the thought from her mind.
“Naya, help me, please,” Heather murmurs, her joking fear realized as her rhythm is impeded time and time again by her restraints and by the effort of lifting up her body without the support of her arms.
“Nah-uh, you’re doing just fine on your own,” Naya replies with a giggle, and Heather looks down to see her smirking and taking in Heather’s writhing body hungrily. Her eyes linger on her bobbing breasts as Heather whines desperately. Every thrust presses Naya’s fingers against a spot deep inside her, and when she twirls her hips in a moment of inspiration, her fingers push and stretch pleasurably against her inner walls.
“Please, baby - oh, Naya, please,” she moans.
Without a word, Naya slides her thumb against Heather’s clit. Heather moans her contentment and shoves herself down hard. She can feel the building excitement in her stomach - she’s shocked she can even come from this, with Naya barely helping any - but she feels it, building up slowly with every more desperate thrust and with ever twirl of Naya’s thumb over her clit.
Another thrust, and Naya’s thumb presses her clit - too hard. Heather cries out distractedly, her rhythm suddenly completely upset with the unexpected sting, and she whines her despair.
“Can’t do anything right,” Naya teases, sliding her thumb over her clit softly. Heather pushes down again, but she realizes Naya’s finger have lost their precious curve and are pulling away.
“Naya, no, please, enough teasing,” Heather pleads, a serious edge creeping into her voice. Her body is caught at an awkward, stretched-out angle as her hips attempt to follow Naya’s retreating fingers but her restraints hold her back.
“I told you, you’re going to have to work for it,” Naya explains calmly, her thumb still drawing lazy circles.
“I have been!”
“Yes, but that’s not what I mean.”
Her thumb is gone, and before Heather knows it, Naya’s wet sex is pressed against her abdomen as Naya climbs over her. Her body shudders with the unexpected sensation as Naya grinds her hips pointedly over Heather’s tense stomach, smearing her arousal across Heather’s heated skin. She shifts up further, urging Heather’s body up, who complies somewhat awkwardly, using the anchor to the headboard to slide up until her tied hands are resting behind her head.
Naya looks down at her with a loaded glance and dips her hand (fingers still glistening with Heather’s wetness) slowly between her own folds, coating them further, and then presses two digits against Heather’s lips. Heather sucks on the pad of her fingers hungrily, licking it clean while Naya looks on with smoldering eyes.
“… so hot…” Naya murmurs. This time, it’s Heather’s turn to smile wickedly because Naya’s slightly embarrassed expression clearly says she did not mean to say that out loud.
“Shut up,” she commands, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks.
“I didn’t say anything,” Heather points out.
“Now you did,” Naya counters, hiding her blush under the veneer of her deepened voice and mask of domination. “I’m sure your mouth can do much more interesting things than talk.”
The suggestion sets Heather’s heart racing in her throat, and she nearly loses it when Naya slowly raises a knee and presses it in the crook of her arm next to her face. The other knee follows, and, with a sexy shift of Naya’s body, Heather’s senses overload with everything Naya.
“What are you waiting for?” Naya purrs, and bucks her hips slightly so Heather pants out hotly with surprise and arousal.
She doesn’t need another reminder, and tilts her face up to press a wet kiss against Naya’s sex hovering over her. Naya croons her approval.
Her tongue slides out against Naya’s folds, and before she knows it she’s traversed the length of Naya’s slit above her, lingering briefly on her clit and circling her tongue around it faithfully. She knows she’s in no position to tease. What Naya wants, she gets; otherwise she knows that she, Heather, will never get what she needs.
Her arms strain against the scarf again, and she sighs in frustration. No matter what Naya brings her to do, the absence of her hands continues to be a problem. Normally she would guide Naya’s hips onto her face as she licked Naya to orgasm, but now she’s left pressing her crooked elbow against Naya’s thighs and holding her steady while her tongue tilts and dips into Naya’s folds.
Still, it seems to do the trick. Within minutes, one of Naya’s hands is tangled in Heather’s hair, pulling and pushing with the rhythm of Heather’s tongue and lips. Although she can’t see it, Heather would bet money her other hand is at her breast working her nipple - Naya does like to touch herself, especially when Heather’s around to tease with it.
Naya is letting out soft, pleased whines, rising in pitch and volume as Heather increases her pace and swirls her tongue around, over, into, and quickly against her clit. Her hips are canting against Heather’s face in quick desperate jerks, and when Heather feels Naya’s thighs tense in anticipation, she knows she’s only seconds away.
With a few more thrusts and dips of her tongue, a quick intake of breath, and a drawn-out moan, Naya comes undone above her. Her body jerks uncontrollably and a hand shoots out to steady herself on the headboard. Heather continues to lap with the flat of her tongue against Naya’s clit as Naya rides out her orgasm. Her sex slides wetly against Heather’s mouth and chin, and Heather licks up the taste hungrily.
Her own legs press together at the incredibly arousing sound of Naya’s crooning moans and satisfied cries, and she hopes against hope that her perception of Naya’s satisfaction is correct - pleased Naya means an end to the teasing. No matter how incredibly much it turned her on, she can feel an ache low in her abdomen that grows with each slant of Naya’s hips above her - an ache that desperately needs relief.
Soon, Naya’s moans have subsided to heavy, deep breaths, let out in satisfied sighs, and after a minute, a happy giggle. She shifts her hips off Heather’s face and hovers easily over her chest instead. Heather sees her happy grin, and smiles with satisfaction.
“Good?”
Naya’s grin widens, and Heather can see her starting to reply with happy fulfillment, but suddenly she remembers how she acted before her orgasm clouded her mind, and she shakes her head to clear it.
“Good?” she mocks, her voice breaking from its low tone in a squeak of residual contentment. She scrapes her throat. “Puh-lease. Just wait until I’m done with you.” She shifts her hips and presses down onto Heather’s upper abdomen, but, with the after-orgasm laziness in her body, the movement lacks conviction.
“Naya,” Heather laughs. The brunette’s half-hearted attempt at domination is making her want to laugh more than submit.
Naya catches her gaze, and her serious expression cracks into a smile as she gives up and just nods.
“Yeah,” she admits. “It was freakin’ awesome.”
“So….?” Heather wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and twists her trapped hands for Naya to release. Although her eyes stay playful, Naya’s signature smirk suddenly appears on her face, and she shakes her head.
“But you said - ”
“I never said anything,” Naya corrects before Heather can even finish her thought. Heather sputters in disbelief. She behaved! She did everything Naya asked her to do. Surely that deserved something…
Her thoughts are interrupted when Naya slides down her body, lifts one leg, and swings it between Heather’s. When Heather cocks her head curiously, she’s met with the same wicked smile - and then both of them let out a sound of pleasure when Naya presses down and slides their wet sexes over each other. Heather catches Naya’s gaze with arousal, and twists her hips up approvingly.
They don’t do this very often, and Heather’s curious if it will work, but given that her own body is humming with pent-up sexual tension and Naya’s still riding on the afterglow of her previous orgasm - she doubts they’ll have that much trouble bringing each other to completion with scissoring. She smiles wickedly, tilts her head back, and lets Naya take the lead.
The brunette grips her thigh with one hand and her hip with the other, digging in her fingers to guide Heather’s body against her in the rhythm she’s setting. Heather moves her body in response, slowly, her muscles tensing with the calm pace, and she presses her head back with pleasure as the slow, slippery feel of Naya against her shudders through her body in hot tendrils of pleasure. She feels her own wetness, pooled between her legs, sliding along Naya’s leg and coating her clit as Naya shifts her position and their clits collide with just a little too much force.
“Ah, oh, Naya,” Heather pleads, not sure what she’s asking, but knowing Naya will get it. She does, and moves their clits against each other again - more gently this time, but with the shock of before still lingering through Heather’s body, it’s enough to bring her breathing to a fast pant splattered with eager moans and whimpers as Naya repeats the movement again and again.
It’s Naya in control - completely and utterly. Heather can just get one elbow onto the bed to tilt her body into Naya’s thrusting, and besides that, she knows she’s left completely at Naya’s mercy. She chances a look down at Naya’s grinding body, and chastises herself at how ridiculously relieved she is to see Naya’s eyes closed. Finally, a chance to really look at her.
Her fingernails dig into Heather’s skin, and her hands subconsciously knead with the rhythm of her body. Her tan skin gleams with a sheen of sweat as her toned, gorgeous body catches the dim light from the bedside lamp. Her hair tumbles loose and voluminous with the heat of their lovemaking across her shoulders and heaving breasts. Her tongue slips out against her lips to wet them as her ragged breathing dries them, and her eyelids flicker deliciously in time with the shudders of pleasure coursing through her. Heather longs to reach out and touch her, and yet against curses the bonds keeping her hands in place.
A soft whine escapes from Naya’s throat, and her rhythm increases so that Heather loses her breath. When she regains it, it comes out as a high-pitched cry of Naya’s name, letting her now she there, there with her.
“Oh, I’m so close,” Naya murmurs back in response, her words almost lost in the way she bites her lip at the end. Heather’s stomach flips at the way Naya’s eyebrows knit together into the vulnerable, desperate expression she only gets during sex.
It only takes a few more minutes of grinding on each other, legs sliding hotly together while their clits grind and they search for friction on each other’s bodies for both of them to tumble over the edge. Heather can feel the tension in Naya’s body before she hears her cry out loudly, and Heather follows a few seconds later. Her hands are losing circulation from the way she’s still desperately tugging on the bonds to try to touch Naya; her head is pressed back into the pillow; her chest heaves with heavy cries; and she feels herself add even more wet heat to between her and Naya’s legs. Naya’s fingernails are digging into her skin, but Heather’s glad their bodies are following the same rhythm because Naya is pressing them together at just the right time to let her ride out the best orgasm of her life.
Suddenly, Naya pulls her leg back and hooks it away from Heather’s body. Heather cries out desperately, body gyrating thin air as Naya does the same from her position between her legs. Not more teasing…
“Turn over,” Naya commands breathlessly as her body shakes with the remains of her orgasm.
“But -“ Heather protests between moans as she presses her legs together to try to hold onto her pleasure.
“Trust me.”
Although her hips are still bucking wantonly with the shocks of pleasure, Heather complies and flips onto her stomach, her hands still securely tied to the bed. A quick pulling motion from Naya, and she’s on her knees, her elbows resting on the bed, utterly exposed to Naya. The brunette wastes no time, and before the last aftershocks have even remotely started to subside, Heather feels her press two fingers into her from behind. Her muscles clamp down hard, half from the unexpected penetration and half from the remaining pulsations of her orgasm, but then Naya moves her fingers and Heather can feel herself pushing back against her hand with a throaty cry.
Her mind is in a blur, half in one orgasm while Naya thrusts her fingers deep and gets another one started off the aftershocks of the first. Her hazy mind briefly wonders if Naya even got the chance to ride out her orgasm, but she gets her answer when she hears Naya’s somewhat subdued cries in time with the movement of hips as Naya tilts her body against her ass and grinds herself against her. Heather shifts her leg back slightly to give Naya more purchase, and she hears Naya whine happily as she finds friction.
It briefly registers in Heather’s mind how freakin’ amazing Naya is at this, because even while the brunette is crying her own pleasure, her other hand has laced its way around to Heather’s clit while the fingers inside her haven’t faltered for a second (in fact, she’s pretty sure she’s even added a finger). Even if she were trying (which she’s definitely not), Heather knows there’s no way she could have resisted the combined sensation of the first orgasm, Naya’s fingers rubbing her clit, and three of her fingers buried deep within her long enough to even cry out something coherent, let alone hold off the orgasm that crashes over her and quakes her body until she’s lost control of it completely.
Naya continues to thrust inside her, her own movements more subdued as her body comes down from her orgasm, and in between it all, Heather feels her place a kiss on her back and use her arm laced around her front to pull her close so it’s skin on skin again. Even without eye contact, Heather’s overcome with such a wave of intimacy that her mind somehow does form something coherent - three little words breathed out happily amidst a swell of moans.
She thinks she hears Naya say it back, but she’s being so loud herself that she’s not sure. When Naya tightens her hold with her arm and presses her cheek against Heather’s shaking back, however, she knows that she did.
It feels like ages before Heather can even discern the slightest dip in pleasure as her orgasm begins to subside. Her cries turn into happy sighs, intermingled with laughter. Naya’s fingers are still inside her, moving faithfully, and Heather tenses her muscles to pull them deep inside her, holding the tension as she relishes the feel of them twisting inside her once more, before she relaxes her whole body and lets Naya catch her before she collapses onto the bed. The brunette holds her up with her arm, tilts them both to the side, and with a soft exhalation, they fall onto the bed with Naya’s arm still securely laced around Heather’s body.
Heather focuses on her breathing. In. Out. In. Out. A soft laugh of happiness. In. Out.
Her hands fall free from their ties suddenly, and Naya places a quick kiss on her cheek before shimmying back down to spoon her.
“Oh my god, Nay,” Heather murmurs, sure that she’s barely intelligible.
“I know, that was amazing,” Naya drawls back, nuzzling her face into the back of Heather’s neck.
Heather opens her mouth to continue, but her thoughts are all the same. Amazing. Best night together so far. Unexpected. What the hell position didn’t we try? Instead, she settles for, “I’m so ridiculously happy right now.”
“Me too.”
Words were never really her thing, especially not after sex, so Heather just settles for a happy sigh to end the conversation, and settles into the warm, faithful feel of Naya’s arms around her. Her eyes flutter closed, and the last thing she remembers is Naya pulling her close and placing a kiss on the curve of her neck that lingers well into her dreams.
Author: fullyajar
Pairings: Heather/Naya
Summary: One of them is tied to the bed, and the other has her way with her. For this prompt at the Glee Kink Meme.
Rating: Very much NC-17. Somehow more than usual…
Disclaimer: I own nothing, and I definitely do not know these people. This did not happen in real life.
Word Count: ~5000
A/N: Holy crap, how many positions can I work into one fic of 5,000 words? New record, haha. Concerning smut, this might be my favorite so far. Enjoy!
The bed tilts ever so slightly with Naya’s weight as her knee sets down lightly between Heather’s legs, and Heather realizes that she’s not quite sure how she got here. Romantic dinner at the hot new place down the street, another bottle of wine by candlelight back home, a staggering, messy kiss to the bedroom and then… teasing murmurs, an evil glint in Naya’s eye, a half-hearted struggle, and a blur of whimpers and squirming that blended together to a delicious, confusing haze of sex - without the slightest touch to her body. She shakes her head, deciding to try her memory later instead, and when Naya’s leg brushes her inner thigh, she parts her legs automatically and lets out a small whimpering sigh.
“Naya, please,” comes out, and Heather twitches against the silk scarf tying her wrists together to the headboard. She’s also not quite sure when she decided to start pleading, but given that Naya has been hovering over her for the last ten minutes with a hand between her own legs, teasing herself achingly slowly, parting her fingers slightly to give Heather a sight that spiked her heartbeat, and crying out Heather’s name softly until Heather was desperately pulling at the ties holding her back, she’s honestly more surprised she’s been holding on to her dignity this long.
“Please what?” Naya purrs as she slithers down Heather’s body and lets her fingertips ghost over her hips and inner thighs slowly.
“Fuck me,” Heather grunts, lifting her head and shoulders from the pillows and catching Naya’s eyes with purpose. Naya smirks.
“Lay back,” she commands. Heather keeps her eyes firmly locked with Naya’s and doesn’t move.
“I said…” Naya hisses, her fingers tightening their grip on Heather’s hips. “Lay back.”
Heather sucks in a breath of surprise at Naya’s tone and the dangerous glint in her eyes, and squirms beneath her touch. “I want to watch you.”
“Oh, you’ve done your watching.” Her voice lilts teasingly, but Heather can hear the hard, deep edge to her voice that lets her know she’s nowhere near letting her get what she wants.
“Please,” Heather pleads again.
“No.” The response is instant and ruthless, and Heather bucks her hips in disagreement. “Stop that. Lay back, lie still, and shut up.”
Heather whimpers once more, but Naya’s gaze is unrelenting. She reluctantly sinks down onto the bed, pulling feebly at the ties, and murmurs, “Tease.”
“I said - “ Naya drawls again in her low voice. Heather moans softly when she feels fingers slide across her clit and down to her soaked slit, but the moan is quickly cut off when Naya hisses “Shut up” and harshly plunges two fingers into her. She cries out in pleasure and a hint of pain as Naya’s fingers push hard and deep and she feels herself stretch around the tilted digits, but as quickly as the hand is thrust, Naya pulls it out again.
Heather whimpers her disappointment, careful not to form a word for fear of invoking Naya’s wrath somehow, and bucks her hips slightly. Naya’s hands press her back into the bed.
“Lie still, or else,” comes the throaty order, and Heather complies instantly. She shuts her eyes tightly, resisting the urge to crane her neck and take in Naya’s naked form crouched between her legs. She knows now if she goes along with and does everything Naya says, she might just let her come. Might.
Naya’s hands have left her hips, no longer pressing on her bones to mold her into the sheets, and Heather somehow misses their commanding weight. In fact, she can’t feel Naya at all anymore. No fingertips hovering around her bellybutton. No brush of a knee against her inner thigh. No dip of a hand on her sex. It’s disconcerting, but she keeps her eyes firmly closed, pulling her lip between her teeth to keep from crying for Naya’s touch.
She hears a soft chuckle, and then the sharp twinge of fingernails dig in above her hipbones and a wet tongue slides between her legs. She bites back a moan, and feels her hips shaking with the strain of remaining stationary - not that Naya’s hands would let her move, anyway, but still.
Naya’s tongue is moving - fast. She slides with a steady rhythm between Heather’s folds, thrusting deeply now and then and then pulling her wetness up over Heather’s clit to leave her moaning quietly for more. Heather’s hands tighten around the silk anchoring her to the headboard, and her body shakes of its own accord to Naya’s delicious ministrations. She hopes Naya doesn’t punish her for it - she honestly can’t help what her body is doing at the moment, and she jolts with the rhythm of Naya’s tongue.
Luckily, Naya doesn’t. She works her tongue furiously, building Heather up quicker than she’s ever experienced before. The image of Naya touching herself above her still firmly burned into the inside of her shut eyelids and the feel of Naya’s tongue against her clit are enough to bring her to orgasm within minutes.
At least, that was the plan. As her moans increase in pitch and key and shudder from her body with desperate abandon, she feels Naya slow down. Fucking slow down.
“No…” she murmurs indistinctly, twitching her hips against Naya’s mouth, but her grip is strong as steel, and her sex barely brushes Naya’s smiling top lip.
“Naya, please.” She feels the tight, hard knot in her abdomen being to loosen as Naya’s tongue laps meekly over her sex. A faint chuckle reaches her ears.
“So polite.”
Another despairing whimper pulled from Heather’s throat, and suddenly Naya’s tongue dips down and probes deeply, tilting up and then swirling down. Heather rolls her hips down against her tongue, searching for friction in an impossible situation. This is so not what she needs right now. Another time, and she’s sure this would have driven her wild. But right now, this close to coming? She pleads again, and tilts her hips down to pull Naya’s tongue higher.
“Clit, clit,” she mumbles. She can feels herself coming down again, her muscles aching with disappointment and desperation. She was so close!
“Clit what?” Naya chuckles again. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that. I can’t read your mind.”
“Yes, you fucking can. Naya!” She’s louder than ever before, and her hips thrust up sharply into Naya’s face, her hands unable to hold her down in her last attempt at coming.
Instantly, she knows she shouldn’t have. Naya’s fingertips dig hard into her hipbones, and Naya’s tongue flattens and pulls across her slit to her clit before pulling away - and staying away. Even with her inadequate thrusting, Heather misses the feel of Naya inside her, and she whines, giving in finally, as her muscles relax and she sinks back into the bed unsatisfied.
“Oh, you bitch!” she moans.
“Bitch, huh?” she smirks wickedly. “Well, that’s going to cost you.”
“No! Please no, Naya, please, I’m aching for you, I want you so bad,” Heather mumbles in a rush, straining her arms against her restraints and canting her body up. By chance, her hips jolt against Naya’s thigh, and she copies the movement instantly as the contact rubs her clit in just the right way.
“Yes…” she hisses, pushing hard and feeling her muscles tense pleasurably at the few thrusts that Naya lets her get away with.
Of course, she knows it can’t last. Permission from Naya required and all…
Naya’s knee lifts and presses down just below her bellybutton, stilling her movements and making her try to bend her body in a completely impossible way to bring her clit against Naya’s shin. Naya grins evilly when she fails.
“So desperate.” Naya rotates her leg down, pressing it briefly against Heather clit before sliding away from her and pressing a hand against her sex again. A finger teases her opening, lathering the wetness across her folds and making Heather cry out again.
“And so wet, little slut. Tell me you’re wet for me,” Naya purrs with utter control.
Heather’s response is instantaneous. “I’m wet for you. So wet, all for you.”
Normally she’d roll her eyes at her own desperation, but honestly (along with the fact that her mind can barely form coherent sentences anymore), she knows there’s no shame in forgetting her pride when Naya’s fingers continue to tease around her opening with the promise of one of the strongest orgasms she’s ever had.
“For who?” Naya teases, laughter in her voice. Heather feels a ghost of breath across her abdomen.
“For you.”
Naya’s teeth close around the small rise of skin under her bellybutton and bite - hard. “Say it again.”
“For you.” Her hands clamp thin air as her breath shudders with the effort to suppress the cry of pain and pleasure.
Another bite, higher on her stomach.
“Again.”
“For you.” She’ll inspect the damage tomorrow - reminders of a freakin’ awesome night (not that she’s likely to forget anytime soon).
A flick of tongue along the curve of her breast, and another bite - more gentle, but still painful enough against her sensitive rise of her breast. She takes the hint.
“Ow, ugh - for you.”
Naya’s tongue twirls around her nipple, and Heather tenses. She knows what’s coming, and she simultaneously dreads and longs for it.
The bite is softer than she expects but still hard enough to pull a pained cry from her throat. When she glances down briefly, she catches a glimpse of Naya’s careful, worried expression before her mask of ferocity phases over again, and she smiles, a rush of love washing over some of the lust. She knows Naya doesn’t actually want to hurt her - ever - and if the way she’s now alternating between lightly grazing her teeth over her nipple and rubbing her tongue along it is any indication, Heather knows she’s slightly worried she did.
“For you,” Heather dutifully replies, and adds, “Oh, Naya, for you. Always for you.”
Naya glances up momentarily - a moment long enough to catch Heather’s look of love and longing. Another moment is all it takes for Naya to graze her bottom lip over the downward curve of Heather’s breast and bring her lips to Heather’s. Naya’s weight molds down against her, skin on skin along the length of their bodies with Naya’s wet fingers pressed against her stomach and now her tongue (a hint of salt and tart wetness still lingering) probing into her mouth. Heather groans and pushes her own tongue back. She meets a second of resistance (she knows Naya is wrestling with the control), but then a sigh escapes from Naya’s throat and she lets Heather kiss her back. The kiss is messy, hard, and desperate, and Heather can feel by the subconscious way that Naya thrusts her hips down against her thigh that - tied down or not - she’s struggling to stay in control of her own sex drive as much as Heather is.
When Heather sighs her contentment into the kiss, however, Naya snaps out of her momentary lapse of control and bites on Heather’s lower lip with renewed vigor. She pulls back, pulling Heather’s lip with her for a moment until Heather whimpers and she lets go.
“You want it way too much,” Naya teases as she sits up between Heather’s legs and slides her coated fingers back along their path to between her legs. Although Naya stopped moving them when she started biting, soon a finger is slid teasingly into Heather’s opening once more - close enough to feel the ache of wanting more, but not deep enough to satisfy.
“I want you,” Heather replies instantly. It’s not even giving in to what Naya wants to hear - it’s just the truth.
Still, she knows she said the right thing when Naya presses another finger against her opening and starts circling slowly.
“Oh, Naya, please,” Heather murmurs, her eyelids fluttering closed and her legs falling wide to give Naya better access. Beneath her half-hooded eyes, she can just see Naya press her tongue into her cheek in a smirk.
“What do you want, Heather?”
“Oh, you. I want to feel you inside me,” Heather moans as her hips lift up. Naya doesn’t stop her this time, and Heather gasps with satisfaction when she lifts up, positions herself just right, and, with a hard desperate push of her hips down, feels Naya’s fingers enter her.
“See? You want it way too much. You’re going to have to work for it,” Naya teases, keeping her fingers still as Heather thrusts her body down onto them.
“I will, I will, just - let me - I just need…” The rest of her words are lost as Naya plays along just a little bit - just enough to curl her fingers in time with Heather’s thrusts. Her hand is still as immobile as ever, forcing Heather to set her own rhythm and take up Naya’s fingers at her own pace. Heather laughs to herself as she worries that, even with her dancer’s muscles, she won’t be able to set a pace fast enough to come. Her arms stretch with every downward thrust as the scarf holds her back, and she squirms against the ties. They dig into her skin, and she thinks she might have bruises tomorrow, but Naya’s fingers are still curling, so she pushes the thought from her mind.
“Naya, help me, please,” Heather murmurs, her joking fear realized as her rhythm is impeded time and time again by her restraints and by the effort of lifting up her body without the support of her arms.
“Nah-uh, you’re doing just fine on your own,” Naya replies with a giggle, and Heather looks down to see her smirking and taking in Heather’s writhing body hungrily. Her eyes linger on her bobbing breasts as Heather whines desperately. Every thrust presses Naya’s fingers against a spot deep inside her, and when she twirls her hips in a moment of inspiration, her fingers push and stretch pleasurably against her inner walls.
“Please, baby - oh, Naya, please,” she moans.
Without a word, Naya slides her thumb against Heather’s clit. Heather moans her contentment and shoves herself down hard. She can feel the building excitement in her stomach - she’s shocked she can even come from this, with Naya barely helping any - but she feels it, building up slowly with every more desperate thrust and with ever twirl of Naya’s thumb over her clit.
Another thrust, and Naya’s thumb presses her clit - too hard. Heather cries out distractedly, her rhythm suddenly completely upset with the unexpected sting, and she whines her despair.
“Can’t do anything right,” Naya teases, sliding her thumb over her clit softly. Heather pushes down again, but she realizes Naya’s finger have lost their precious curve and are pulling away.
“Naya, no, please, enough teasing,” Heather pleads, a serious edge creeping into her voice. Her body is caught at an awkward, stretched-out angle as her hips attempt to follow Naya’s retreating fingers but her restraints hold her back.
“I told you, you’re going to have to work for it,” Naya explains calmly, her thumb still drawing lazy circles.
“I have been!”
“Yes, but that’s not what I mean.”
Her thumb is gone, and before Heather knows it, Naya’s wet sex is pressed against her abdomen as Naya climbs over her. Her body shudders with the unexpected sensation as Naya grinds her hips pointedly over Heather’s tense stomach, smearing her arousal across Heather’s heated skin. She shifts up further, urging Heather’s body up, who complies somewhat awkwardly, using the anchor to the headboard to slide up until her tied hands are resting behind her head.
Naya looks down at her with a loaded glance and dips her hand (fingers still glistening with Heather’s wetness) slowly between her own folds, coating them further, and then presses two digits against Heather’s lips. Heather sucks on the pad of her fingers hungrily, licking it clean while Naya looks on with smoldering eyes.
“… so hot…” Naya murmurs. This time, it’s Heather’s turn to smile wickedly because Naya’s slightly embarrassed expression clearly says she did not mean to say that out loud.
“Shut up,” she commands, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks.
“I didn’t say anything,” Heather points out.
“Now you did,” Naya counters, hiding her blush under the veneer of her deepened voice and mask of domination. “I’m sure your mouth can do much more interesting things than talk.”
The suggestion sets Heather’s heart racing in her throat, and she nearly loses it when Naya slowly raises a knee and presses it in the crook of her arm next to her face. The other knee follows, and, with a sexy shift of Naya’s body, Heather’s senses overload with everything Naya.
“What are you waiting for?” Naya purrs, and bucks her hips slightly so Heather pants out hotly with surprise and arousal.
She doesn’t need another reminder, and tilts her face up to press a wet kiss against Naya’s sex hovering over her. Naya croons her approval.
Her tongue slides out against Naya’s folds, and before she knows it she’s traversed the length of Naya’s slit above her, lingering briefly on her clit and circling her tongue around it faithfully. She knows she’s in no position to tease. What Naya wants, she gets; otherwise she knows that she, Heather, will never get what she needs.
Her arms strain against the scarf again, and she sighs in frustration. No matter what Naya brings her to do, the absence of her hands continues to be a problem. Normally she would guide Naya’s hips onto her face as she licked Naya to orgasm, but now she’s left pressing her crooked elbow against Naya’s thighs and holding her steady while her tongue tilts and dips into Naya’s folds.
Still, it seems to do the trick. Within minutes, one of Naya’s hands is tangled in Heather’s hair, pulling and pushing with the rhythm of Heather’s tongue and lips. Although she can’t see it, Heather would bet money her other hand is at her breast working her nipple - Naya does like to touch herself, especially when Heather’s around to tease with it.
Naya is letting out soft, pleased whines, rising in pitch and volume as Heather increases her pace and swirls her tongue around, over, into, and quickly against her clit. Her hips are canting against Heather’s face in quick desperate jerks, and when Heather feels Naya’s thighs tense in anticipation, she knows she’s only seconds away.
With a few more thrusts and dips of her tongue, a quick intake of breath, and a drawn-out moan, Naya comes undone above her. Her body jerks uncontrollably and a hand shoots out to steady herself on the headboard. Heather continues to lap with the flat of her tongue against Naya’s clit as Naya rides out her orgasm. Her sex slides wetly against Heather’s mouth and chin, and Heather licks up the taste hungrily.
Her own legs press together at the incredibly arousing sound of Naya’s crooning moans and satisfied cries, and she hopes against hope that her perception of Naya’s satisfaction is correct - pleased Naya means an end to the teasing. No matter how incredibly much it turned her on, she can feel an ache low in her abdomen that grows with each slant of Naya’s hips above her - an ache that desperately needs relief.
Soon, Naya’s moans have subsided to heavy, deep breaths, let out in satisfied sighs, and after a minute, a happy giggle. She shifts her hips off Heather’s face and hovers easily over her chest instead. Heather sees her happy grin, and smiles with satisfaction.
“Good?”
Naya’s grin widens, and Heather can see her starting to reply with happy fulfillment, but suddenly she remembers how she acted before her orgasm clouded her mind, and she shakes her head to clear it.
“Good?” she mocks, her voice breaking from its low tone in a squeak of residual contentment. She scrapes her throat. “Puh-lease. Just wait until I’m done with you.” She shifts her hips and presses down onto Heather’s upper abdomen, but, with the after-orgasm laziness in her body, the movement lacks conviction.
“Naya,” Heather laughs. The brunette’s half-hearted attempt at domination is making her want to laugh more than submit.
Naya catches her gaze, and her serious expression cracks into a smile as she gives up and just nods.
“Yeah,” she admits. “It was freakin’ awesome.”
“So….?” Heather wiggles her eyebrows suggestively and twists her trapped hands for Naya to release. Although her eyes stay playful, Naya’s signature smirk suddenly appears on her face, and she shakes her head.
“But you said - ”
“I never said anything,” Naya corrects before Heather can even finish her thought. Heather sputters in disbelief. She behaved! She did everything Naya asked her to do. Surely that deserved something…
Her thoughts are interrupted when Naya slides down her body, lifts one leg, and swings it between Heather’s. When Heather cocks her head curiously, she’s met with the same wicked smile - and then both of them let out a sound of pleasure when Naya presses down and slides their wet sexes over each other. Heather catches Naya’s gaze with arousal, and twists her hips up approvingly.
They don’t do this very often, and Heather’s curious if it will work, but given that her own body is humming with pent-up sexual tension and Naya’s still riding on the afterglow of her previous orgasm - she doubts they’ll have that much trouble bringing each other to completion with scissoring. She smiles wickedly, tilts her head back, and lets Naya take the lead.
The brunette grips her thigh with one hand and her hip with the other, digging in her fingers to guide Heather’s body against her in the rhythm she’s setting. Heather moves her body in response, slowly, her muscles tensing with the calm pace, and she presses her head back with pleasure as the slow, slippery feel of Naya against her shudders through her body in hot tendrils of pleasure. She feels her own wetness, pooled between her legs, sliding along Naya’s leg and coating her clit as Naya shifts her position and their clits collide with just a little too much force.
“Ah, oh, Naya,” Heather pleads, not sure what she’s asking, but knowing Naya will get it. She does, and moves their clits against each other again - more gently this time, but with the shock of before still lingering through Heather’s body, it’s enough to bring her breathing to a fast pant splattered with eager moans and whimpers as Naya repeats the movement again and again.
It’s Naya in control - completely and utterly. Heather can just get one elbow onto the bed to tilt her body into Naya’s thrusting, and besides that, she knows she’s left completely at Naya’s mercy. She chances a look down at Naya’s grinding body, and chastises herself at how ridiculously relieved she is to see Naya’s eyes closed. Finally, a chance to really look at her.
Her fingernails dig into Heather’s skin, and her hands subconsciously knead with the rhythm of her body. Her tan skin gleams with a sheen of sweat as her toned, gorgeous body catches the dim light from the bedside lamp. Her hair tumbles loose and voluminous with the heat of their lovemaking across her shoulders and heaving breasts. Her tongue slips out against her lips to wet them as her ragged breathing dries them, and her eyelids flicker deliciously in time with the shudders of pleasure coursing through her. Heather longs to reach out and touch her, and yet against curses the bonds keeping her hands in place.
A soft whine escapes from Naya’s throat, and her rhythm increases so that Heather loses her breath. When she regains it, it comes out as a high-pitched cry of Naya’s name, letting her now she there, there with her.
“Oh, I’m so close,” Naya murmurs back in response, her words almost lost in the way she bites her lip at the end. Heather’s stomach flips at the way Naya’s eyebrows knit together into the vulnerable, desperate expression she only gets during sex.
It only takes a few more minutes of grinding on each other, legs sliding hotly together while their clits grind and they search for friction on each other’s bodies for both of them to tumble over the edge. Heather can feel the tension in Naya’s body before she hears her cry out loudly, and Heather follows a few seconds later. Her hands are losing circulation from the way she’s still desperately tugging on the bonds to try to touch Naya; her head is pressed back into the pillow; her chest heaves with heavy cries; and she feels herself add even more wet heat to between her and Naya’s legs. Naya’s fingernails are digging into her skin, but Heather’s glad their bodies are following the same rhythm because Naya is pressing them together at just the right time to let her ride out the best orgasm of her life.
Suddenly, Naya pulls her leg back and hooks it away from Heather’s body. Heather cries out desperately, body gyrating thin air as Naya does the same from her position between her legs. Not more teasing…
“Turn over,” Naya commands breathlessly as her body shakes with the remains of her orgasm.
“But -“ Heather protests between moans as she presses her legs together to try to hold onto her pleasure.
“Trust me.”
Although her hips are still bucking wantonly with the shocks of pleasure, Heather complies and flips onto her stomach, her hands still securely tied to the bed. A quick pulling motion from Naya, and she’s on her knees, her elbows resting on the bed, utterly exposed to Naya. The brunette wastes no time, and before the last aftershocks have even remotely started to subside, Heather feels her press two fingers into her from behind. Her muscles clamp down hard, half from the unexpected penetration and half from the remaining pulsations of her orgasm, but then Naya moves her fingers and Heather can feel herself pushing back against her hand with a throaty cry.
Her mind is in a blur, half in one orgasm while Naya thrusts her fingers deep and gets another one started off the aftershocks of the first. Her hazy mind briefly wonders if Naya even got the chance to ride out her orgasm, but she gets her answer when she hears Naya’s somewhat subdued cries in time with the movement of hips as Naya tilts her body against her ass and grinds herself against her. Heather shifts her leg back slightly to give Naya more purchase, and she hears Naya whine happily as she finds friction.
It briefly registers in Heather’s mind how freakin’ amazing Naya is at this, because even while the brunette is crying her own pleasure, her other hand has laced its way around to Heather’s clit while the fingers inside her haven’t faltered for a second (in fact, she’s pretty sure she’s even added a finger). Even if she were trying (which she’s definitely not), Heather knows there’s no way she could have resisted the combined sensation of the first orgasm, Naya’s fingers rubbing her clit, and three of her fingers buried deep within her long enough to even cry out something coherent, let alone hold off the orgasm that crashes over her and quakes her body until she’s lost control of it completely.
Naya continues to thrust inside her, her own movements more subdued as her body comes down from her orgasm, and in between it all, Heather feels her place a kiss on her back and use her arm laced around her front to pull her close so it’s skin on skin again. Even without eye contact, Heather’s overcome with such a wave of intimacy that her mind somehow does form something coherent - three little words breathed out happily amidst a swell of moans.
She thinks she hears Naya say it back, but she’s being so loud herself that she’s not sure. When Naya tightens her hold with her arm and presses her cheek against Heather’s shaking back, however, she knows that she did.
It feels like ages before Heather can even discern the slightest dip in pleasure as her orgasm begins to subside. Her cries turn into happy sighs, intermingled with laughter. Naya’s fingers are still inside her, moving faithfully, and Heather tenses her muscles to pull them deep inside her, holding the tension as she relishes the feel of them twisting inside her once more, before she relaxes her whole body and lets Naya catch her before she collapses onto the bed. The brunette holds her up with her arm, tilts them both to the side, and with a soft exhalation, they fall onto the bed with Naya’s arm still securely laced around Heather’s body.
Heather focuses on her breathing. In. Out. In. Out. A soft laugh of happiness. In. Out.
Her hands fall free from their ties suddenly, and Naya places a quick kiss on her cheek before shimmying back down to spoon her.
“Oh my god, Nay,” Heather murmurs, sure that she’s barely intelligible.
“I know, that was amazing,” Naya drawls back, nuzzling her face into the back of Heather’s neck.
Heather opens her mouth to continue, but her thoughts are all the same. Amazing. Best night together so far. Unexpected. What the hell position didn’t we try? Instead, she settles for, “I’m so ridiculously happy right now.”
“Me too.”
Words were never really her thing, especially not after sex, so Heather just settles for a happy sigh to end the conversation, and settles into the warm, faithful feel of Naya’s arms around her. Her eyes flutter closed, and the last thing she remembers is Naya pulling her close and placing a kiss on the curve of her neck that lingers well into her dreams.