backstage
Title: Backstage
Author:
kalexico
Pairing, Character(s): Naya Rivera/Heather Morris
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1853
Summary: The concert is over. Naya needs to use the bathroom and two minutes later, so does Heather. What a coincidence.
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A/N: Right, so I've seriously been looking for some HeYa tour fics, but have only found about one so far, and that was only the first chapter. I also seem to have a smutty day (see With a Little Help from a Friend), so this is what came out. This won't be continued, at least I don't think it will be.
It's the first time I write HeYa, it's the first time I write rpf and I'm still feeling a little weird about it. I keep thinking "oh God this is so embarrassing". But I couldn't not write this, even though it might suck. Let me know what you think!
Obviously I don't know the Glee cast. I've never met any of them, the words they speak below are completely invented by me, they're made up - you get the drill.
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The entire cast had gathered backstage after greeting the audience one last time. They were all still on an adrenaline rush, panting heavily. It was amazing how night after night, the crowd went so wild for them - even though a lot of people must have already seen videos and pictures of the concert.
"I need to use the bathroom," Naya said after only a few seconds. She gave Heather a meaningful glance and stalked out of the room.
"I need to go as well. See you later, guys," Heather said after two minutes. She hurried out as well, unable to hide the smirk on her face.
The others raised their eyebrows. "What even...?" Harry wondered out loud.
Kevin smirked. "Have you seen them tonight? The internet is going to explode."
"Heather's pretty much acted like this all tour, but Naya's gayed it up massively again," Dianna added.
"You would know all about gaying it up, wouldn't you?" Kevin teased. A blush creeped up on Dianna's cheeks. She shrugged it off with an irky laugh.
"According to the internet, I'm a lesbian too," Cory offered. "It's no big deal, Dianna. I've embraced it, and that means that you can do that too. Be comfortable with who you are - that's what Glee's all about in the first place, isn't it?" His face remained serious for only a few seconds. Dianna slapped his arm lightly before sneaking a look at Lea, who smirked cryptically.
"Hey, Lea, did Naya teach you that look?" Chris asked.
Lea rolled her eyes. "She wasn't hiding her feelings tonight," she said. "I hope they won't get shit over it from Ryan, Ian or Brad." She sounded a bit worried about her friends.
"Heather sure as hell doesn't care," Kevin laughed. "She's all over Naya, all the time."
He had no idea how accurate his words were. While the others were recovering from the exhausting concert, Heather and Naya had retreated to an abandoned dressing room they had located earlier in the day. Heather had Naya pinned against the door, her hands feverishly tugging at Naya's clothes, desperately needing them to come off right that instant.
A guttural moan escaped Naya's throat. "Shit, what the fuck was that up there? My panties were freaking soaking and you know some fangirls have damn good lenses!" This all came about between breaths, because Heather had taken it upon her to attack Naya's clavicle.
"You seemed intent to get me pregnant, too," Heather muttered between sucking her skin fiercely and then licking it soothingly.
Naya didn't have the chance to reply as Heather slid Naya's jacket from her shoulders and let her top follow in one smooth movement. The clothes landed in a pile on the ground. Heather kicked them away while her lips sought out Naya's. Soon, all Naya could feel was lips, tongue and hands. Very dexterous hands, opening her jeans and lowering the zipper. She decided it was about time that Heather lost the clothes as well. They were annoying her to no end.
"You've been driving me crazy on that stage," Heather breathed against Naya's lips as the brunette's hands worked on undressing her favourite blonde. Soon, Heather's jacket and shirt had met the friends they had been bonding with the last few days. Weeks. Months.
Naya slipped her hands over Heather's back to the ass that had been calling out to her for hours now. She squeezed it and Heather's moan sent shudders down her spine. Heather unclasped Naya's bra and threw it behind her, her hand eagerly returning to feel the soft flesh of the brunette's breast. Naya's nipple stiffened against the palm of the blonde's hand. Heather bit down on Naya's lower lip, trying to take control over the situation. Naya was momentarily distracted and threw her head back. Heather leaned down and kissed Naya's other nipple, swirling her tongue around it, licking the very tip, pulling it lightly with her teeth. In the mean while, her free hand slipped its way down Naya's pants. She wasted no time and flattened her hand against Naya's stomach, moving it under the elastic band of her panties.
She looked up at the tiny brunette. "You were too damn sexy up there, teasing me all the time." Heather's voice was low, laced with arousal.
She lightly scratched Naya's hard nub and was awarded with a high-pitched cry. She smirked at her, feeling her writhing body under her hands. She knew only she could get her in this state.
"So damn wet," Heather whispered.
She rubbed Naya's clit, circling it, increasing her pace with each stroke. She pinched it, stroked it again. Heather moved her mouth to Naya's ear and licked it. This caused her body to jerk forwards, pushing the blonde's fingers down to her entrance. Naya gasped loudly as she felt Heather's fingertips teasing her entrance.
"Fuck, yes, oh God - in - get the fuck in," Naya panted. Her chest was heaving. She bit her lip and groaned when Heather finally gave in. The blonde surprised her by immediately entering with three fingers. She slipped them inside easily and started pumping at a steady pace, rapidly building it up.
"Holy - YES - oh - fuck"
"Glad you like it, babe," Heather said before curling her fingers so that they would touch [i]that[/i] spot. Naya couldn't stop her body from trashing as Heather kept it up, her other hand still working at her nipple, tweaking it and rubbing it.
Heather smiled when she felt Naya's walls starting to contract around her fingers. Naya's body was still jerking, completely out her control.
"Close - so close - right there"
Heather suddenly stopped her movements, receiving an angry glare. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
As an answer, Heather plunged her fingers back in. Naya gasped and as Heather's hot breath washed over her skin, she came so hard that she couldn't feel her own legs anymore, walls contracting around the blonde's fingers even tighter than before. Heather wouldn't have been able to pull her fingers out had she wanted to.
Heather slowly her orgasm out, quite proud of herself. It took Naya a while to regain breath. Heather wrapped her arms around the tiny brunette's waist, holding her tightly, lovingly. Finally, Naya looked up, right into Heather's crystal blue eyes. She smiled and surprised the blonde by grabbing her and switching places. Heather was now the one being pinned to the door.
Naya slipped her hand in her pants and couldn't suppress a moan when she felt how wet her girlfriend was. She dipped her finger inside, causing Heather to take a sharp breath, and got it out immediately. She licked it seductively.
"Please, Naya, no teasing. I'm so fucking ready for you."
"I can taste that," Naya quipped. She dropped to her knees and opened Heather's jeans, pulling them down over her ass. "I'll let you have your way for now, but be prepared for some intense teasing later," she winked.
She put her hands on Heather's hips and brought her nose closer to the blonde's sex. The scent emanating from it was downright intoxicating. Her nose touched Heather's slit lightly, but it was too much for the blonde to stand. Naya, sensing this, brought her tongue to the bottom of Heather's slit and licked her outer lips all the way to the top.
"Naya," Heather hissed. "Need you."
Naya kept to her promise and didn't tease Heather any longer. How could she deny this perfect woman anything? She dipped her tongue inside and latched her lips onto Heather's clit, sucking it with a passion. Heather cried out, her hips already bucking into Naya. The brunette swirled her tongue around the nub before moving southwards, licking her entrance. Heather was soaking. She delved her tongue inside and started pumping in and out of her, at first only the tip of her tongue, gradually adding more until her lips met Heather's entrance.
Heather's hips jerked forwards and Naya could already feel the tight walls closing in on her sleek tongue - she hadn't lied when she said she was ready - when she had an idea. She knew she had promised not to tease, but hey, Heather had done the same to her. She replaced her tongue with her index finger and scooped up some of the blonde's wetness. She stood up and with her other hand, she deftly unclasped the blonde's bra, letting it drop on the floor.
"What for fuck's sake are you doing?" Heather asked, her voice somewhere between confused and angry.
"Just you wait and see." Naya circled Heather's nipple with her own wetness, causing the nipple to erect under her touch. She bent down and took the nipple in her mouth, thoroughly cleaning it off. As she was doing this, her other fingers played with Heather's clit. When she felt that the blonde was about to lose it, she sat on her knees again and brought her tongue back inside. She picked up the pace where she had left it, her nose brushing against the blonde's clit.
"Nayaaaaaaa!" Heather screamed out in delight as her walls closed in on the brunette's tongue, effectively trapping it. Naya helped Heather ride her orgasm out by lazily circling her clit with the pad of her thumb.
Heather let herself slide down the door and sat on the floor. Naya turned around and went to sit between the blonde's legs. She snuggled into her arms. She turned her head and looked up at Heather, who still seemed to be in another world. Her breathing gradually returned to normal, but her eyes were still shut.
Naya played with Heather's fingers. "Not quite what Lexy gives you, is it," she smirked. She wasn't really jealous of the gorgeous dancer, but it was a thing between them.
Heather laughed sarcastically. "Naya, babe... I'm so yours. Proudly so."
Naya smirked. Another thing between them. Well, them and their entire fanbase, but still. That fanbase didn't know it was uttered in the bliss that followed a mindblowing orgasm.
After a while, Naya proposed to go back to the others. "They'll be wondering what took us so long."
Heather smirked. "Your face just screams that you've just been royally fucked."
"So does yours!" Naya scoffed mockingly, standing up and extending her hand to pull up the blonde dancer. They made their way back to their friends.
"Hey guys," Kevin said as soon as he saw them. "Where is the bathroom in here?"
"Uhm... I..." they stuttered, their cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
"I told you they weren't doing it in the bathroom. That's twenty bucks, pal," Cory laughed, holding his hand out to Chord.
"What the fuck? You guys made a bet?" Naya asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Hey, I might be a lesbian, but I'm still a guy," Cory shrugged.
Fin.