what happens in vancouver...
Title: What Happens In Vancouver...
Author: kalexico
Pairing: Naya Rivera/Heather Morris
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2833
Summary: Heather visits Naya in Vancouver... Taken from this promp t at
glee_kink_meme .
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A/N: I've never met Naya, Heather, Telly, Courtney or Patrick. I don't know them personally. This one-off is purely fictional and no harm is intended. I hope the OP and other readers enjoy this.
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Naya tried to keep cool about Heather's arrival. She pretended not to be affected by it - glad that her best friend was joining them on their vacation, happy to spand time with her, but not thinking about it every second ever since she'd last seen her. But really, who was she kidding? She might've fooled Patrick and Courtney just a little bit, but Telly was so in on her.
That smirk when he left for the airport, that knowing wink. It wasn't a surprise, really. Besides Heather, nobody knew her as well as he did. She'd stuck her tongue out, ever so mature, and turned her back, pretending to be engrossed in her book. She enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun on her back.
By the time Telly got back with Heather in tow, she was having some fun reading the reactions to that topless picture she'd tweeted a few days ago. Trolling was just too much fun not to do. She thought back to Dianna's phone call as soon as she'd seen it. She'd reluctantly admitted that this scored Naya another point in their gay-off.
She heard Heather's laugh and her heart pounded in her chest. Keep it cool, Naya. It's Heather. You see her all the time. No big deal.
“Naya?” Heather asked, blocking the sun from her eyes with her hand, scanning the pool for her best friend. Next thing she knew, her breath was cut off and she stumbled backwards, trying not to fall as Naya flung herself around her. “Nay - need - air,” she tried to get out.
Telly appeared, shaking his head. “Naya, you're killing the poor girl. Literally.”
Naya loosened her grip, but held her arms and legs around her best friend. Heather was strong and Naya wasn't exactly heavy. “Hi,” she smiled widely, leaning down to give her friend a quick peck on the lips.
“Hi,” Heather simply said before putting Naya down. “Now where can I gets my tan on?” she asked, imitating Santana, throwing in a body roll for good measure. Naya laughed - Heather was just so weird sometimes - and grabbed her hand, leading her to the lounge chairs.
“Telly, can you put her stuff away?” Naya asked over her shoulder.
“Sure,” Telly shrugged. “Let me do all the work, why don't you?”
“Aww, poor Telly. You love me, though.”
“Sometimes I wonder why,” Telly muttered under his breath jokingly. “I'm not your slave, you know,” he yelled back as he went into the house.
Heather carelessly pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a very... skimpy bikini. Naya tried not to stare. No, really, she honestly tried. But those abs, those arms, those boobs... I'm only human, she reasoned with herself.
“See something you like?” Heather smirked, pulling down her basketball shorts and kicking off her flip-flops. She stretched and prolonged the motions to give Naya a show. She looked around, grabbed a tissue and handed it to Naya. Her friend looked at her questioningly. “For your drool,” Heather explained.
Naya rolled her eyes, crumpled the tissue in her fist and threw it at Heather. “Aren't we grown-up today,” Heather teased.
Naya placed a hand on Heather's hip and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear: “I'll show you just how grown-up I am later.”
Heather gulped, then whined. “Not fair.”
Naya wanted to reply with a cheeky remark, but Courtney and Patrick had joined them. They greeted Heather and they all talked about Heather's work in Toronto. Naya couldn't stop staring at Heather, but she did a fairly good job at hiding it. Fans called her sneaky for a reason. She saw Heather's skin beginning to glow and not in the “I'm-so-happy-I'm-glowing”-way, but in the “keep-this-up-and-I'm-a-lobster-tomorrow”-way.
“Hemo,” Naya poked her friend. “You're burning.”
“Wanna apply the sunscreen?” Heather winked, standing up to get her bottle out of her bag. Naya was too busy taking in that delicious ass to remember that she was expected to answer a question. She didn't hear Patrick and Courtney telling her they were off to do some groceries for dinner and she didn't notice they were gone either.
All she noticed was Heather handing her the bottle, then draping herself over a lounge chair. She had seen Heather in far more compromising positions in far less clothing, but Jesus, this is Heather fucking Morris and that body? Never tires.
She grinned and squeezed some sunscreen on the palm of her hand, rubbing her hands together before resting them on Heather's abs. She bit her lips at the feeling and started rubbing in the sunscreen. She worked Heather's stomach, arms, chest, clavicle and legs (for fuck's sake, were those even human?) in elaborate, precisely pressured motions. When she was done, she ordered Heather to turn around and gave her back, arms and legs the same treatment.
She lay down on the lounge chair next to Heather on her tummy. She was surprised to feel Heather's hands on her body and had to suppress a moan at the touch. She wanted to point out that she'd already applied sunscreen and she didn't need it nearly as much or as often as Heather, but hey, Heather was touching her in all the right places (unfortunately not those right places), so she wasn't about to stop her.
When she was done, Heather brought her hand to her back and untied her bikini, taking the top off. Naya tried to distract herself from the view by taking her own top off and lying back down. Heather lay herself down on her own lounge chair.
They talked for a while, mostly about nothing. Naya contemplated trolling again by taking a picture of her and Heather, but that plan went down the drain when Heather squinted her eyes and saw the look on Naya's face. “You're not taking a picture or making a video and putting it on Twitter.”
“But their reactions will be so much fun!” Naya whined, sounding very much like a child that was being denied a cookie.
“Naya, do you really want to be responsible for the deaths of thousands? Think of all those families and friends that will mourn. All because of you. YOU, Naya. You will see all the R.I.Ps and know it's your fault. You will randomly pass a cemetery, undoubtedly with Di, and think to yourself how much of a chance there is that at least one person there has passed away because of you, and you'll think to yourself 'I did that. I, Naya Rivera, did that.' Is that what you want?”
Naya slapped Heather playfully. “You're such a goof,” she teased.
“Yeah, but you love me,” Heather winked, before turning around to get her front tanned. That effectively shut Naya up.
After a while, Naya spoke again. “Heather, I have a problem,” she said seriously.
“Hm?”
“I... I think I'm in love.”
“That's a problem how?”
“I think I'm in love with your boobs,” Naya said, a heavy sigh in her voice. “But then that means I'm cheating on your abs. And your abs are pissed at me already because they think I spend way too much time on your ass and they're not too happy with my attention for your legs and arms either. It tears me apart, Hemo. I don't know what to do.” The despair in her voice sounded eerily real, reminding Heather of just how good an actress her friend was. It was her turn to slap her playfully.
When Naya turned around, their conversation went silent. Instead, they were having a gigantic Boob Stare Fest.
“Patrick and Courtney are back!” Telly yelled, coming into the garden. Heather and Naya rearranged their bikini tops, covering themselves up.
“Where have you been?” Naya asked nonchalantly as she sat up.
“You haven't seen Heather since the end of the tour and as much as I encourage gay sex, I don't want to witness it. You're like my sister, so it would be a whole new level of gross.”
Naya rolled her eyes. “I can control myself, you know.”
“Me too,” Heather piped up.
Naya and Telly frowned their eyebrows. “Yeah, you really convinced us of that on tour,” Telly answered.
“You're mean,” Heather pouted. “I'm going to go see if I can help with the cooking. You know, hang out with people who actually appreciate me!”
I appreciate you alright, Naya thought to herself, her eyes lingering on Heather's swaying hips.
“Ugh, just go after her already,” Telly pretended to gag. Naya didn't need to be told twice and she skipped to Heather, placing her hand on her lower back when she reached her. Of course she couldn't help it when her hand accidentally slipped downwards and accidentally rubbed Heather's behind. Body reflexes, etc.
They went inside and helped Patrick and Courtney with dinner. It was impossible not to touch each other. They went out of their way to brush an arm, a hand, a leg, a stomach - sometimes the touches were lingering, enough to make the other shiver.
They all cleaned up together before retreating in the jaccuzi with a glass of champagne, the excuse for said drink being Heather's arrival.
Suddenly, Heather felt a smooth hand on her knee, slowly inching its way upwards. She cocked an eyebrow at Naya, who didn't even look at her and talked to the others as if nothing was going on. Heather bit her lip when Naya's hand reached her inner thigh. The higher Naya's hand went, the harder it was for Heather to concentrate on the conversation.
She stifled a moan when she felt Naya's fingers lightly grazing over her sex. She kicked her foot to make her stop, but Naya just rested her hand on Heather's inner thigh, rubbing it and occasionaly kneading it.
Heather tried to keep her breathing under control. Naya didn't exactly make this easier.
“You've got something on your face,” Naya suddenly said to Heather. She turned over and brought her own face very close, pretending to be inspecting something. Her hot breath tickled Heather's skin. Naya's body barely touched hers as she leant her arm on the other side of Heather's neck for support. Their chests were inches away. Naya grazed her thumb over Heather's lip and said: “There, all gone.” She winked and turned to the others again.
This went on all night. Naya would “innocently” touch Heather in “sensitive” areas and give her the hardest time keeping a straight (no pun intended) face. They would always flirt a little with each other and especially Heather didn't have any qualms about groping Naya every now and then, but it had been a very long time since they'd taken it this far. Heather felt like thanking God when the others said it was getting cold outside and went inside.
As soon as they were out of sight, Heather turned to Naya and hissed: “What the fuck was that about?”
“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Naya batted her eyelashes innocently.
Instead of a reply, she got something much better - Heather's lips on hers. The kiss was hungry, passionate, furious, full of pent up frustration, lust and eagerness. Their tongues fought for dominance, but neither gave in. There was a fair amount of lip sucking and biting as well. Soon enough, their hands were exploring the other's body, getting rid of their bikinis.
Naya's hand was palming Heather's boob and Heather's hand was scraping the small of Naya's back by the time they first interrupted their kiss for air. They rested their brow against the other's and panted. Words were not needed, the want in their eyes spoke volumes.
Their bodies pressed flush together, Heather wasted no time kissing Naya's neck - open-mouthed kisses. Her hands roamed her friend's body eagerly, one finally resting on her ass and the other one fondling her breast. Naya moaned, throwing her head back and providing better access to her neck. Heather moved her kisses down to her breasts, wrapping her lips around one erect, hard nipple. She sucked it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She finished it off with a soft bite that made Naya's body jerk. In the meanwhile, she rubbed and tweaked her other nipple. Satisfied, she replaced her hand with her mouth and vice versa, repeating the motions passionately.
She brought her face between Naya's breasts, licking the valley up to her neck, sucking the skin. Her hand was moving over Naya's stomach, scraping it lightly with her short nails, before arriving at her bikini bottoms. She fumbled with the strings and pulled it off expertly. Naya lifted her hips and Heather took the opportunity to cup her sex. She pressed her palm down, licking her way from Naya's neck to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. Naya moaned deeply and the sound urged Heather to dip her middle finger between her slick folds, circling her entrance before dragging it up to her clit, scraping it softly with her short nails.
The sounds escaping Naya's throat urge Heather to apply more pressure to her clit as she trails her mouth back to her neck. Working diligently on giving her a hickey that will be there for quite some time, she slipped two fingers downwards and entered Naya quickly. Her friend gasped, groaned and pushed her body forwards, impaling herself on Heather's long fingers.
Heather pumped her fingers slowly, increasing her pace with each thrust. She loved the taste of Naya's skin, the feeling of her walls around her fingers, the throbbing of her clit under the pad of her thumb.
“Harder,” Naya gasped. “Fuck Heather, harder, more - OH!” A high-pitched noise escaped her as Heather brought in another finger. She was pumping hard and deep now, causing Naya to write under her touch. She found that special spot, scraped it a few times and Naya came with a loud moan. Heather quickly kissed her mouth, hoping the other hadn't heard her all the way inside. She nibbled on her lower lip softly as she drew the orgasm out, finally removing her fingers. She sat back and wrapped her arms around Naya, pulling her towards her so that she was sitting on her lap, resting her head against her shoulder.
“Fuck, Heather,” Naya panted, tilting her head upwards to kiss her. “You're so damn good.”
Heather grinned and couldn't help but feel proud of herself at the sight of a spent Naya. “Glad you think so.”
A few minutes later, Naya kissed Heather again and said: “Sit up.”
“Hm?”
Naya wasted no time and put her hands on Heather's hips, lifting her up. As soon as Heather caught on, she moved along until she was perched on the edge of the jaccuzi. Naya got rid of her bikini bottoms and spread her legs, taking a deep breath and subconsciously licking her lips.
She licked the length of Heather's slit slowly, savouring her taste. She sucked softly on her lips. Heather groaned and bucked her hips forwards, bringing one hand to Naya's head and tangling her fingers in her dark locks, pushing her closer. Naya licked Heather's clit before sucking it in her mouth, playing with it with her tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Heather panted, closing her eyes tightly. Her breath was cut short when two fingers snaked inside of her, wasting no time and immediately finding her most sensitive spot. With every flick of her tongue over her clit, Naya rubbed that spot, building a steady rhyhtm that had Heather uttering a string of profanities. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She opened her eyes and seeing Naya's head between her legs, eyes closed in pleasure, was more than she could take. She gave a final violent jolt when Naya bit down on her clit lightly. She exploded all over Naya, who was pleasantly surprised.
Naya grinned, licking her lips and bringing Heather back down to sit with her.
“Care to clean up my face?” she asked huskily. Heather groaned and worked her tongue over Naya's mouth, chin, nose and cheeks.
As they both came down from their high, they noticed they were shivering. “Maybe it's time for us to go inside as well,” Naya offered, looking around for their bathing suits.
“Yeah, because there's another thing or two I want to do to you,” Heather winked before getting out and grabbing a towel, pointedly not wrapping it around her body but flinging it over her shoulder. She sauntered back to the house, swaying her hips.
Holy fucking hell, Naya thought to herself as her eyes were transfixed on Heather's ass.
Fin.
Author: kalexico
Pairing: Naya Rivera/Heather Morris
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2833
Summary: Heather visits Naya in Vancouver... Taken from this promp t at
glee_kink_meme .
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A/N: I've never met Naya, Heather, Telly, Courtney or Patrick. I don't know them personally. This one-off is purely fictional and no harm is intended. I hope the OP and other readers enjoy this.
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Naya tried to keep cool about Heather's arrival. She pretended not to be affected by it - glad that her best friend was joining them on their vacation, happy to spand time with her, but not thinking about it every second ever since she'd last seen her. But really, who was she kidding? She might've fooled Patrick and Courtney just a little bit, but Telly was so in on her.
That smirk when he left for the airport, that knowing wink. It wasn't a surprise, really. Besides Heather, nobody knew her as well as he did. She'd stuck her tongue out, ever so mature, and turned her back, pretending to be engrossed in her book. She enjoyed the feeling of the warm sun on her back.
By the time Telly got back with Heather in tow, she was having some fun reading the reactions to that topless picture she'd tweeted a few days ago. Trolling was just too much fun not to do. She thought back to Dianna's phone call as soon as she'd seen it. She'd reluctantly admitted that this scored Naya another point in their gay-off.
She heard Heather's laugh and her heart pounded in her chest. Keep it cool, Naya. It's Heather. You see her all the time. No big deal.
“Naya?” Heather asked, blocking the sun from her eyes with her hand, scanning the pool for her best friend. Next thing she knew, her breath was cut off and she stumbled backwards, trying not to fall as Naya flung herself around her. “Nay - need - air,” she tried to get out.
Telly appeared, shaking his head. “Naya, you're killing the poor girl. Literally.”
Naya loosened her grip, but held her arms and legs around her best friend. Heather was strong and Naya wasn't exactly heavy. “Hi,” she smiled widely, leaning down to give her friend a quick peck on the lips.
“Hi,” Heather simply said before putting Naya down. “Now where can I gets my tan on?” she asked, imitating Santana, throwing in a body roll for good measure. Naya laughed - Heather was just so weird sometimes - and grabbed her hand, leading her to the lounge chairs.
“Telly, can you put her stuff away?” Naya asked over her shoulder.
“Sure,” Telly shrugged. “Let me do all the work, why don't you?”
“Aww, poor Telly. You love me, though.”
“Sometimes I wonder why,” Telly muttered under his breath jokingly. “I'm not your slave, you know,” he yelled back as he went into the house.
Heather carelessly pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a very... skimpy bikini. Naya tried not to stare. No, really, she honestly tried. But those abs, those arms, those boobs... I'm only human, she reasoned with herself.
“See something you like?” Heather smirked, pulling down her basketball shorts and kicking off her flip-flops. She stretched and prolonged the motions to give Naya a show. She looked around, grabbed a tissue and handed it to Naya. Her friend looked at her questioningly. “For your drool,” Heather explained.
Naya rolled her eyes, crumpled the tissue in her fist and threw it at Heather. “Aren't we grown-up today,” Heather teased.
Naya placed a hand on Heather's hip and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear: “I'll show you just how grown-up I am later.”
Heather gulped, then whined. “Not fair.”
Naya wanted to reply with a cheeky remark, but Courtney and Patrick had joined them. They greeted Heather and they all talked about Heather's work in Toronto. Naya couldn't stop staring at Heather, but she did a fairly good job at hiding it. Fans called her sneaky for a reason. She saw Heather's skin beginning to glow and not in the “I'm-so-happy-I'm-glowing”-way, but in the “keep-this-up-and-I'm-a-lobster-tomorrow”-way.
“Hemo,” Naya poked her friend. “You're burning.”
“Wanna apply the sunscreen?” Heather winked, standing up to get her bottle out of her bag. Naya was too busy taking in that delicious ass to remember that she was expected to answer a question. She didn't hear Patrick and Courtney telling her they were off to do some groceries for dinner and she didn't notice they were gone either.
All she noticed was Heather handing her the bottle, then draping herself over a lounge chair. She had seen Heather in far more compromising positions in far less clothing, but Jesus, this is Heather fucking Morris and that body? Never tires.
She grinned and squeezed some sunscreen on the palm of her hand, rubbing her hands together before resting them on Heather's abs. She bit her lips at the feeling and started rubbing in the sunscreen. She worked Heather's stomach, arms, chest, clavicle and legs (for fuck's sake, were those even human?) in elaborate, precisely pressured motions. When she was done, she ordered Heather to turn around and gave her back, arms and legs the same treatment.
She lay down on the lounge chair next to Heather on her tummy. She was surprised to feel Heather's hands on her body and had to suppress a moan at the touch. She wanted to point out that she'd already applied sunscreen and she didn't need it nearly as much or as often as Heather, but hey, Heather was touching her in all the right places (unfortunately not those right places), so she wasn't about to stop her.
When she was done, Heather brought her hand to her back and untied her bikini, taking the top off. Naya tried to distract herself from the view by taking her own top off and lying back down. Heather lay herself down on her own lounge chair.
They talked for a while, mostly about nothing. Naya contemplated trolling again by taking a picture of her and Heather, but that plan went down the drain when Heather squinted her eyes and saw the look on Naya's face. “You're not taking a picture or making a video and putting it on Twitter.”
“But their reactions will be so much fun!” Naya whined, sounding very much like a child that was being denied a cookie.
“Naya, do you really want to be responsible for the deaths of thousands? Think of all those families and friends that will mourn. All because of you. YOU, Naya. You will see all the R.I.Ps and know it's your fault. You will randomly pass a cemetery, undoubtedly with Di, and think to yourself how much of a chance there is that at least one person there has passed away because of you, and you'll think to yourself 'I did that. I, Naya Rivera, did that.' Is that what you want?”
Naya slapped Heather playfully. “You're such a goof,” she teased.
“Yeah, but you love me,” Heather winked, before turning around to get her front tanned. That effectively shut Naya up.
After a while, Naya spoke again. “Heather, I have a problem,” she said seriously.
“Hm?”
“I... I think I'm in love.”
“That's a problem how?”
“I think I'm in love with your boobs,” Naya said, a heavy sigh in her voice. “But then that means I'm cheating on your abs. And your abs are pissed at me already because they think I spend way too much time on your ass and they're not too happy with my attention for your legs and arms either. It tears me apart, Hemo. I don't know what to do.” The despair in her voice sounded eerily real, reminding Heather of just how good an actress her friend was. It was her turn to slap her playfully.
When Naya turned around, their conversation went silent. Instead, they were having a gigantic Boob Stare Fest.
“Patrick and Courtney are back!” Telly yelled, coming into the garden. Heather and Naya rearranged their bikini tops, covering themselves up.
“Where have you been?” Naya asked nonchalantly as she sat up.
“You haven't seen Heather since the end of the tour and as much as I encourage gay sex, I don't want to witness it. You're like my sister, so it would be a whole new level of gross.”
Naya rolled her eyes. “I can control myself, you know.”
“Me too,” Heather piped up.
Naya and Telly frowned their eyebrows. “Yeah, you really convinced us of that on tour,” Telly answered.
“You're mean,” Heather pouted. “I'm going to go see if I can help with the cooking. You know, hang out with people who actually appreciate me!”
I appreciate you alright, Naya thought to herself, her eyes lingering on Heather's swaying hips.
“Ugh, just go after her already,” Telly pretended to gag. Naya didn't need to be told twice and she skipped to Heather, placing her hand on her lower back when she reached her. Of course she couldn't help it when her hand accidentally slipped downwards and accidentally rubbed Heather's behind. Body reflexes, etc.
They went inside and helped Patrick and Courtney with dinner. It was impossible not to touch each other. They went out of their way to brush an arm, a hand, a leg, a stomach - sometimes the touches were lingering, enough to make the other shiver.
They all cleaned up together before retreating in the jaccuzi with a glass of champagne, the excuse for said drink being Heather's arrival.
Suddenly, Heather felt a smooth hand on her knee, slowly inching its way upwards. She cocked an eyebrow at Naya, who didn't even look at her and talked to the others as if nothing was going on. Heather bit her lip when Naya's hand reached her inner thigh. The higher Naya's hand went, the harder it was for Heather to concentrate on the conversation.
She stifled a moan when she felt Naya's fingers lightly grazing over her sex. She kicked her foot to make her stop, but Naya just rested her hand on Heather's inner thigh, rubbing it and occasionaly kneading it.
Heather tried to keep her breathing under control. Naya didn't exactly make this easier.
“You've got something on your face,” Naya suddenly said to Heather. She turned over and brought her own face very close, pretending to be inspecting something. Her hot breath tickled Heather's skin. Naya's body barely touched hers as she leant her arm on the other side of Heather's neck for support. Their chests were inches away. Naya grazed her thumb over Heather's lip and said: “There, all gone.” She winked and turned to the others again.
This went on all night. Naya would “innocently” touch Heather in “sensitive” areas and give her the hardest time keeping a straight (no pun intended) face. They would always flirt a little with each other and especially Heather didn't have any qualms about groping Naya every now and then, but it had been a very long time since they'd taken it this far. Heather felt like thanking God when the others said it was getting cold outside and went inside.
As soon as they were out of sight, Heather turned to Naya and hissed: “What the fuck was that about?”
“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Naya batted her eyelashes innocently.
Instead of a reply, she got something much better - Heather's lips on hers. The kiss was hungry, passionate, furious, full of pent up frustration, lust and eagerness. Their tongues fought for dominance, but neither gave in. There was a fair amount of lip sucking and biting as well. Soon enough, their hands were exploring the other's body, getting rid of their bikinis.
Naya's hand was palming Heather's boob and Heather's hand was scraping the small of Naya's back by the time they first interrupted their kiss for air. They rested their brow against the other's and panted. Words were not needed, the want in their eyes spoke volumes.
Their bodies pressed flush together, Heather wasted no time kissing Naya's neck - open-mouthed kisses. Her hands roamed her friend's body eagerly, one finally resting on her ass and the other one fondling her breast. Naya moaned, throwing her head back and providing better access to her neck. Heather moved her kisses down to her breasts, wrapping her lips around one erect, hard nipple. She sucked it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. She finished it off with a soft bite that made Naya's body jerk. In the meanwhile, she rubbed and tweaked her other nipple. Satisfied, she replaced her hand with her mouth and vice versa, repeating the motions passionately.
She brought her face between Naya's breasts, licking the valley up to her neck, sucking the skin. Her hand was moving over Naya's stomach, scraping it lightly with her short nails, before arriving at her bikini bottoms. She fumbled with the strings and pulled it off expertly. Naya lifted her hips and Heather took the opportunity to cup her sex. She pressed her palm down, licking her way from Naya's neck to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe. Naya moaned deeply and the sound urged Heather to dip her middle finger between her slick folds, circling her entrance before dragging it up to her clit, scraping it softly with her short nails.
The sounds escaping Naya's throat urge Heather to apply more pressure to her clit as she trails her mouth back to her neck. Working diligently on giving her a hickey that will be there for quite some time, she slipped two fingers downwards and entered Naya quickly. Her friend gasped, groaned and pushed her body forwards, impaling herself on Heather's long fingers.
Heather pumped her fingers slowly, increasing her pace with each thrust. She loved the taste of Naya's skin, the feeling of her walls around her fingers, the throbbing of her clit under the pad of her thumb.
“Harder,” Naya gasped. “Fuck Heather, harder, more - OH!” A high-pitched noise escaped her as Heather brought in another finger. She was pumping hard and deep now, causing Naya to write under her touch. She found that special spot, scraped it a few times and Naya came with a loud moan. Heather quickly kissed her mouth, hoping the other hadn't heard her all the way inside. She nibbled on her lower lip softly as she drew the orgasm out, finally removing her fingers. She sat back and wrapped her arms around Naya, pulling her towards her so that she was sitting on her lap, resting her head against her shoulder.
“Fuck, Heather,” Naya panted, tilting her head upwards to kiss her. “You're so damn good.”
Heather grinned and couldn't help but feel proud of herself at the sight of a spent Naya. “Glad you think so.”
A few minutes later, Naya kissed Heather again and said: “Sit up.”
“Hm?”
Naya wasted no time and put her hands on Heather's hips, lifting her up. As soon as Heather caught on, she moved along until she was perched on the edge of the jaccuzi. Naya got rid of her bikini bottoms and spread her legs, taking a deep breath and subconsciously licking her lips.
She licked the length of Heather's slit slowly, savouring her taste. She sucked softly on her lips. Heather groaned and bucked her hips forwards, bringing one hand to Naya's head and tangling her fingers in her dark locks, pushing her closer. Naya licked Heather's clit before sucking it in her mouth, playing with it with her tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Heather panted, closing her eyes tightly. Her breath was cut short when two fingers snaked inside of her, wasting no time and immediately finding her most sensitive spot. With every flick of her tongue over her clit, Naya rubbed that spot, building a steady rhyhtm that had Heather uttering a string of profanities. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She opened her eyes and seeing Naya's head between her legs, eyes closed in pleasure, was more than she could take. She gave a final violent jolt when Naya bit down on her clit lightly. She exploded all over Naya, who was pleasantly surprised.
Naya grinned, licking her lips and bringing Heather back down to sit with her.
“Care to clean up my face?” she asked huskily. Heather groaned and worked her tongue over Naya's mouth, chin, nose and cheeks.
As they both came down from their high, they noticed they were shivering. “Maybe it's time for us to go inside as well,” Naya offered, looking around for their bathing suits.
“Yeah, because there's another thing or two I want to do to you,” Heather winked before getting out and grabbing a towel, pointedly not wrapping it around her body but flinging it over her shoulder. She sauntered back to the house, swaying her hips.
Holy fucking hell, Naya thought to herself as her eyes were transfixed on Heather's ass.
Fin.