RPF: Don't Try to Wake Me Up
Title: Don’t Try To Wake Me Up
Pairing: Dianna Agron/Lea Michele rpf
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 751
Disclaimer: I don’t know these people. This is all fiction.
A/N: I have been craving L/D fluff lately. I am still hoping someone will write a ridiculously adorable Thanksgiving for them, but this was just a silly fic I wrote just now. Unbeta’d and written in about half an hour, so there are probably mistakes. Apologies for that. Song is from Anberlin’s “Alexithymia,” but the fic doesn’t really mirror the song at all. It just has some good lyrics. ;)
Lea stretched, feeling the muscles in her back loosening slowly. She reached across the bed, feeling blindly, though knowing that Dianna was already up. She could smell coffee, and as tempting as that was, she just wanted to laze in bed. Preferably snuggled into the warm body of her girlfriend. Only one way to do that. “Diii,” she whined loudly. She grinned into her pillow when she heard the soft padding of feet down the hardwood floors toward their room. Dianna was so easy. She peeked out from behind her pillow, the morning light drifting through the veil-like floor length curtains, and the soft golden light illuminated Dianna standing in the doorway. Lea, sidetracked by the way her girlfriend’s hair seemed to sparkle, quickly shook it off and grinned cheekily, earning a raised eyebrow.
“Yes?”
Lea pulled back the puffy covers, clearly an invitation. Dianna tried to suppress a smile, and covered it with a heavy sigh-but still crawled into bed. Lea squirmed happily, quickly draping her body half on, half off of Dianna’s slightly longer frame. She nuzzled into soft blonde locks, breathing in the scent of coffee and vanilla. She kissed the smooth skin behind Dianna’s right ear, eliciting a small shiver from the other woman. “You smell good.”
“Mmhmm. You just want coffee.”
Lea chuckled, low in her throat, drawing another slight shudder from Dianna. “I want you.”
Dianna’s hand, low on Lea’s back, rubbed small circles on the exposed skin. “I thought you might never wake up,” she murmured with a half grin.
Lea pushed herself up on one elbow, checking the small alarm clock on the other side of Dianna. “It’s only 9:12?” Her incredulous whisper caused Dianna to laugh. “What the hell am I doing up so early on a Sunday?” She pulled her arm back in, dropping her head back to Dianna’s shoulder, and pouting, clearly inconsolable.
The blonde rolled her eyes, turning her head to kiss the top of Lea’s head. “Oh the horror,” she drawled sarcastically.
Lea tilted her head back, still pouting. “It’s not right.” She wiggled a little closer, and poked Dianna softly in the stomach. “Don’t tease me.”
“I’m sorry,” Dianna smirked, “how can I ever make it up to you?”
Lea turned her head away dismissively, “I don’t know that you can.”
“Oh, really?”
Lea let out a little ‘hmph’ in response.
Dianna’s smile widened, and she slowly pushed Lea onto her back, leaning over her. “Are you sure about that?”
Lea’s eyes opened a little wider, taking in the woman hovering over her. She felt her body warm, a fire in the pit of her abdomen. When Dianna raised that perfectly shaped eyebrow once more, Lea nodded, though a little uncertainly. “It’s possible.”
“Well then,” Dianna breathed, closing the short distance between them, “I’ll have to try to make it up to you.” She was so close now, that the last few words tickled Lea’s lips.
Not to be outdone, Lea whispered, a little breathlessly, “Coffee would be a good start.” At least she tried to say that, but there were soft lips suddenly pressed to her own, and all thoughts of coffee were suddenly far, far away. Lips parted, tongues met in a well-rehearsed dance, and soft moans and pants slowly grew to a crescendo.
Lea didn’t know how she could love this so much. It was cliché to say that every time was like the first time, and it wasn’t, not really. But every time was wanted as if it were the first time. She didn’t grow tired of this. Of their bodies pressed together intimately, hands roaming, sweat-slicked skin moving, rocking, heat building. Tongue, lips, hands everywhere. She couldn’t tire of the soft, breathy noises Dianna made as she got closer to her release, her back arching, her lip between her teeth. Lea could never close her eyes, afraid she’d miss something. And when those final shudders wracked her girlfriend’s body, it almost always was enough to draw her over the edge, too. And when those gorgeous hazel eyes met her own, she couldn’t help the way her heart raced-and she knew it was more than just the activity they had just engaged in.
“You still want me to go get you that coffee now?” Dianna’s teasing voice drifted down into Lea’s ear.
Lea’s arms wrapped more tightly around the blonde on top of her when Dianna started to move away, pulling her close, “Not a chance.”
This could never get old.
originally posted at achele_loving
Pairing: Dianna Agron/Lea Michele rpf
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 751
Disclaimer: I don’t know these people. This is all fiction.
A/N: I have been craving L/D fluff lately. I am still hoping someone will write a ridiculously adorable Thanksgiving for them, but this was just a silly fic I wrote just now. Unbeta’d and written in about half an hour, so there are probably mistakes. Apologies for that. Song is from Anberlin’s “Alexithymia,” but the fic doesn’t really mirror the song at all. It just has some good lyrics. ;)
Lea stretched, feeling the muscles in her back loosening slowly. She reached across the bed, feeling blindly, though knowing that Dianna was already up. She could smell coffee, and as tempting as that was, she just wanted to laze in bed. Preferably snuggled into the warm body of her girlfriend. Only one way to do that. “Diii,” she whined loudly. She grinned into her pillow when she heard the soft padding of feet down the hardwood floors toward their room. Dianna was so easy. She peeked out from behind her pillow, the morning light drifting through the veil-like floor length curtains, and the soft golden light illuminated Dianna standing in the doorway. Lea, sidetracked by the way her girlfriend’s hair seemed to sparkle, quickly shook it off and grinned cheekily, earning a raised eyebrow.
“Yes?”
Lea pulled back the puffy covers, clearly an invitation. Dianna tried to suppress a smile, and covered it with a heavy sigh-but still crawled into bed. Lea squirmed happily, quickly draping her body half on, half off of Dianna’s slightly longer frame. She nuzzled into soft blonde locks, breathing in the scent of coffee and vanilla. She kissed the smooth skin behind Dianna’s right ear, eliciting a small shiver from the other woman. “You smell good.”
“Mmhmm. You just want coffee.”
Lea chuckled, low in her throat, drawing another slight shudder from Dianna. “I want you.”
Dianna’s hand, low on Lea’s back, rubbed small circles on the exposed skin. “I thought you might never wake up,” she murmured with a half grin.
Lea pushed herself up on one elbow, checking the small alarm clock on the other side of Dianna. “It’s only 9:12?” Her incredulous whisper caused Dianna to laugh. “What the hell am I doing up so early on a Sunday?” She pulled her arm back in, dropping her head back to Dianna’s shoulder, and pouting, clearly inconsolable.
The blonde rolled her eyes, turning her head to kiss the top of Lea’s head. “Oh the horror,” she drawled sarcastically.
Lea tilted her head back, still pouting. “It’s not right.” She wiggled a little closer, and poked Dianna softly in the stomach. “Don’t tease me.”
“I’m sorry,” Dianna smirked, “how can I ever make it up to you?”
Lea turned her head away dismissively, “I don’t know that you can.”
“Oh, really?”
Lea let out a little ‘hmph’ in response.
Dianna’s smile widened, and she slowly pushed Lea onto her back, leaning over her. “Are you sure about that?”
Lea’s eyes opened a little wider, taking in the woman hovering over her. She felt her body warm, a fire in the pit of her abdomen. When Dianna raised that perfectly shaped eyebrow once more, Lea nodded, though a little uncertainly. “It’s possible.”
“Well then,” Dianna breathed, closing the short distance between them, “I’ll have to try to make it up to you.” She was so close now, that the last few words tickled Lea’s lips.
Not to be outdone, Lea whispered, a little breathlessly, “Coffee would be a good start.” At least she tried to say that, but there were soft lips suddenly pressed to her own, and all thoughts of coffee were suddenly far, far away. Lips parted, tongues met in a well-rehearsed dance, and soft moans and pants slowly grew to a crescendo.
Lea didn’t know how she could love this so much. It was cliché to say that every time was like the first time, and it wasn’t, not really. But every time was wanted as if it were the first time. She didn’t grow tired of this. Of their bodies pressed together intimately, hands roaming, sweat-slicked skin moving, rocking, heat building. Tongue, lips, hands everywhere. She couldn’t tire of the soft, breathy noises Dianna made as she got closer to her release, her back arching, her lip between her teeth. Lea could never close her eyes, afraid she’d miss something. And when those final shudders wracked her girlfriend’s body, it almost always was enough to draw her over the edge, too. And when those gorgeous hazel eyes met her own, she couldn’t help the way her heart raced-and she knew it was more than just the activity they had just engaged in.
“You still want me to go get you that coffee now?” Dianna’s teasing voice drifted down into Lea’s ear.
Lea’s arms wrapped more tightly around the blonde on top of her when Dianna started to move away, pulling her close, “Not a chance.”
This could never get old.
originally posted at achele_loving