Revenge is Sweet
Title: Revenge is Sweet
Pairings: Lea/Dianna & Naya/Heather
Rating: Light R
Length: ~800
Summary: When Lea & Dianna steal their spot, Naya & Heather vow revenge.
Author's Note: Will you stop yelling at me about writing Heya now? =P
Dianna had it all planned out. She’d seen the janitor’s closet a few times that day and it was in perfect proximity to the dressing rooms. There would be plenty of time for her to get Lea in there, do what they needed to do, get dressed, and be on time for their cue after intermission.
After the cast walked off stage the blonde grabbed Lea’s hand and started pulling her through the wings despite the protests of the diminutive diva. Dianna yanked the closet door open and shoved her girlfriend in and pinned her against the wall.
“You know that I want you,” Dianna said with a low growl and a smirk, “you know that I need you.”
Lea groaned and reached around to the blonde’s ass and pulled her in close to her as Dianna’s teeth sank into her neck.
“Baby,” the brunette mumbled. “God, yes.” She slipped one hand around Dianna’s waist and underneath her skirt just as Dianna’s hand did the same to her.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Naya was the master of finding places for her and Heather to get a quick one in. They’d done it on a plane, backstage at Oprah, behind a tree at the White House, in a dressing room in Phoenix and about a hundred different places on set. When she’d spotted the janitor’s closet at the theater in Universal City she knew they had to do it there. She wanted to be daring, though. She wanted this time to be different. So she formulated a plan. They’d do it during intermission. The rush of being sought out and caught and the threat of a time limit got her adrenaline pumping. It would be perfect.
After their number, Naya tried to grab Heather’s hand to drag her to the closet but the blonde was busy flailing with Chris. Naya groaned and kept trying to pull her away but Heather was having none of it.
“Just wait a second, Naya!”
Naya grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. She glanced up at the clock and tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for Heather to finish whatever conversation she was having with their co-star. Once the boy finally started heading to his dressing room Naya grinned and grabbed onto Heather’s arm and dragged her toward the closet.
“Where are we going? We have to get dressed!”
“We’ll have time.”
The brunette chuckled when she grabbed the doorknob to the closet, Heather gasped and jumped up and down excitedly. Naya threw the door open but instead of being met with an empty closet she was greeted with two screams.
“Oh my God, Naya! Shut the door!” Lea yelped, pulling Dianna close to her.
“What the hell, this is our spot! I’ve been scouting this all day!”
“We were here first!” Dianna growled. “Now shut the door!”
“Where the hell are we supposed to do it?”
“We’re not sharing,” the shorter brunette growled. “Go somewhere else!”
“Naya,” Heather whimpered. “We don’t have time.”
“You guys are in so much shit right now,” Naya growled at her co-stars. “I mean it, you owe us.”
“Whatever, shut the door!” came the response from Lea before she re-attached her mouth to Dianna’s neck.
Naya groaned and slammed the door shut. Heather took her hand again and pulled her toward the dressing room to get ready for the second half of the show.
“If one of them stays with the other tonight,” Naya said as she stripped her shirt off, “we’re breaking into the other’s apartment and doing it on her bed.”
Heather grinned. “Can we do it on the kitchen table, too?”
“Everywhere.”
-*-*-*-*-*-
Lea stormed through the theater with the intent of killing two of her co-stars that afternoon, show or no show.
“You!” she screeched when she found Naya and Heather curled up on a couch backstage. “You had sex in my apartment!”
The pair on the couch broke out in a fit of giggles and Naya smirked up at the shorter brunette.
“What’s your point?”
“You can’t just break into someone’s place and have sex in their bed!”
“We did it on the kitchen table, too,” Heather said, sending her into another round of laughter. “And the shower.”
“Oh my God! What is wrong with you?!”
Lea stormed off again when the pair refused to stop laughing and ended up starting to make out. Revenge was the only thing on Lea's mind and she knew Dianna had a set of keys to Naya’s car and that the back seat had more than enough room for the both of them. The war had begun and it was going to be a fun one.
Pairings: Lea/Dianna & Naya/Heather
Rating: Light R
Length: ~800
Summary: When Lea & Dianna steal their spot, Naya & Heather vow revenge.
Author's Note: Will you stop yelling at me about writing Heya now? =P
Dianna had it all planned out. She’d seen the janitor’s closet a few times that day and it was in perfect proximity to the dressing rooms. There would be plenty of time for her to get Lea in there, do what they needed to do, get dressed, and be on time for their cue after intermission.
After the cast walked off stage the blonde grabbed Lea’s hand and started pulling her through the wings despite the protests of the diminutive diva. Dianna yanked the closet door open and shoved her girlfriend in and pinned her against the wall.
“You know that I want you,” Dianna said with a low growl and a smirk, “you know that I need you.”
Lea groaned and reached around to the blonde’s ass and pulled her in close to her as Dianna’s teeth sank into her neck.
“Baby,” the brunette mumbled. “God, yes.” She slipped one hand around Dianna’s waist and underneath her skirt just as Dianna’s hand did the same to her.
-*-*-*-*-*-
Naya was the master of finding places for her and Heather to get a quick one in. They’d done it on a plane, backstage at Oprah, behind a tree at the White House, in a dressing room in Phoenix and about a hundred different places on set. When she’d spotted the janitor’s closet at the theater in Universal City she knew they had to do it there. She wanted to be daring, though. She wanted this time to be different. So she formulated a plan. They’d do it during intermission. The rush of being sought out and caught and the threat of a time limit got her adrenaline pumping. It would be perfect.
After their number, Naya tried to grab Heather’s hand to drag her to the closet but the blonde was busy flailing with Chris. Naya groaned and kept trying to pull her away but Heather was having none of it.
“Just wait a second, Naya!”
Naya grumbled and crossed her arms over her chest. She glanced up at the clock and tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for Heather to finish whatever conversation she was having with their co-star. Once the boy finally started heading to his dressing room Naya grinned and grabbed onto Heather’s arm and dragged her toward the closet.
“Where are we going? We have to get dressed!”
“We’ll have time.”
The brunette chuckled when she grabbed the doorknob to the closet, Heather gasped and jumped up and down excitedly. Naya threw the door open but instead of being met with an empty closet she was greeted with two screams.
“Oh my God, Naya! Shut the door!” Lea yelped, pulling Dianna close to her.
“What the hell, this is our spot! I’ve been scouting this all day!”
“We were here first!” Dianna growled. “Now shut the door!”
“Where the hell are we supposed to do it?”
“We’re not sharing,” the shorter brunette growled. “Go somewhere else!”
“Naya,” Heather whimpered. “We don’t have time.”
“You guys are in so much shit right now,” Naya growled at her co-stars. “I mean it, you owe us.”
“Whatever, shut the door!” came the response from Lea before she re-attached her mouth to Dianna’s neck.
Naya groaned and slammed the door shut. Heather took her hand again and pulled her toward the dressing room to get ready for the second half of the show.
“If one of them stays with the other tonight,” Naya said as she stripped her shirt off, “we’re breaking into the other’s apartment and doing it on her bed.”
Heather grinned. “Can we do it on the kitchen table, too?”
“Everywhere.”
-*-*-*-*-*-
Lea stormed through the theater with the intent of killing two of her co-stars that afternoon, show or no show.
“You!” she screeched when she found Naya and Heather curled up on a couch backstage. “You had sex in my apartment!”
The pair on the couch broke out in a fit of giggles and Naya smirked up at the shorter brunette.
“What’s your point?”
“You can’t just break into someone’s place and have sex in their bed!”
“We did it on the kitchen table, too,” Heather said, sending her into another round of laughter. “And the shower.”
“Oh my God! What is wrong with you?!”
Lea stormed off again when the pair refused to stop laughing and ended up starting to make out. Revenge was the only thing on Lea's mind and she knew Dianna had a set of keys to Naya’s car and that the back seat had more than enough room for the both of them. The war had begun and it was going to be a fun one.