(Heather Morris, Naya Rivera, NC17)
But I'd Be Happy Here
NC17, 998 words
Heather gets a wake up call. (Heather Morris/Naya Rivera)
beta by lonespeaker
real people, I don't own them. Song Title from 'Waste Another Day' by Brooke Fraser.
This is my first time writing Heather and Naya. I am nervous.
Heather feels the first beams of sunlight bleeding through the curtains and curls in on herself. It’s early, too early, and she really needs, 10, 15, 45 more minutes of sleep. It’s the first day in a long while that she has absolutely nothing to do and she really wants to enjoy the day in bed.
She hears a buzzing sound, telling her that she forget to reprogram her alarm last night and inwardly groans. She’ll have to get up to turn it off, and she really doesn’t want to. Suddenly the buzzing stops and she remembers that Naya slept over.
She rolls onto her other side to see Naya standing there, fully dressed, hair in a messy ponytail, hands on her hips, amused. Heather pulls the blankets over her head and huffs. Naya lets out a little amused snort and tugs the blankets down. “No, you don’t. Up.”
“It’s early.”
“Not that early.” And relatively, it’s not. Not when you spend most of your life being awake at 4 A.M. for a call time. Not when you’re normally awake, dressed, caffeinated and in make up by this time.
Heather huffs and kicks off the blankets.
Naya laughs and sits on the edge of the bed. She holds up a steaming mug and then sits it down on the bedside table. “Just how you like it.”
“Hmph.” Heather pushes her way up to sit against the headboard. “Damn sunlight.”
“Poor baby.” Naya’s eyes flutter and she leans in, pressing her lips to Heather’s, just lightly and then mutters, “better?”
“Much.” Heather kisses her again, adding a little more pressure and a hand to the back of Naya’s neck. She hums, pulling back. “Now, see, that’s something worth waking up for.”
“And here I thought it was just the awesome coffee I spent all of that time and effort making.”
“Mm, nope.” Heather tugs her closer and then pushes her down on the bed, stretching out on top of her. “The only problem here, is that you’ve gone and put clothes on, and that requires so much more effort on my part.” She tugs a little at Naya’s shirt until it’s pulled over her head and tossed aside. “Much, much better.” She pulls off her own tank top and throws that somewhere as well and then works her hands underneath Naya to unhook her bra.
“You just make assumptions, don’t you?”
“Like you don’t want me?” Heather grins and kisses Naya’s collarbone. She bites lightly and contemplates for a brief moment leaving a small mark. There no one in make up to piss off now, but before she can decide, she feels Naya dragging a thumb over one of her nipples and lets out a soft moan. “See, I knew you wanted me.” Heather works Naya’s pants off and then kisses down her body. She feels Naya’s fingers tangle up in her hair as she drags her tongue along Naya’s hipbone and pushes her panties down at the same time.
She drags her fingers over Naya’s thigh, breathing in Naya’s scent. It always surprises her intoxicating it is, how much it turns her on, just to have Naya underneath her like this. She licks at Naya’s clit, just adding enough pressure that Naya lets out a soft moan and bucks up against her. “Fuck, Heather.”
Heather lifts her head up and grins at Naya before going back to what she was doing. Naya moans again, tightening her grip in Heather’s hair. Heather can imagine the look on her face as she flattens her tongue, pressing it to Naya’s clit harder, can imagine Naya’s eyes closing up, can picture her biting her lip.
She drags her nails over Naya’s thigh, using her other hand to push Naya’s hip into the mattress so she can’t push up. Heather removes her hand from Naya’s thigh and pushes just one finger inside her. Naya whimpers and tugs at Heather’s hair. Heather fucks her with just one finger until Naya says, “Jesus fucking Christ, Heather, if you don’t move this along I swear.” And Heather laughs and pulls the finger out, replacing it with three. She fucks Naya with her fingers, fast and hard, licking her clit.
“Fuck, fuck.” She feels Naya go rigid beneath her, feels her shiver and then stiffen up and Naya lets out a loud moan as she comes. Heather lifts her head, wiping at her mouth and then leans down to kiss Naya. Naya pulls over closer, licking into Heather’s mouth.
Heather feels Naya’s hand dragging down her body and then pushing into her panties. She moans a little and Naya pushing two fingers inside her and starts fucking her, just slow but hard enough that it makes Heather buck against her. “Fuck.”
“Mm.” Naya kisses along her jaw and then drags her teeth along Heather’s jawline before tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth. Naya drags her thumb over Heather’s clit, creating a circular motion.
“Fuck.” Heather kisses her, pressing her body close to Naya’s, and Naya fucks her harder, faster. Heather feels herself getting closer and closer to climax. She feels that familiar tug in her belly, feels a tingle all over her body. She tries to hold on, tries to make it last, but Naya presses her thumb down on Heather’s clit, and Heather completely loses control. She cries out as she comes.
Naya kisses her again. “Mm, now you’re awake.”
“Fuck.”
Naya laughs. “Yes, we did.”
Heather slumps against her and grins. “I’m going to hire you as my professional alarm clock okay. I’ll never be late to my call times for sure.”
Naya snorts quietly and drags her fingers through Heather’s hair. “Just drink your coffee. Also, we’re going grocery shopping. The only thing you have here is coffee and, like, a tomato.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Heather drinks her coffee and plots ways to get out of grocery shopping as Naya starts making a verbal list of the things they’ll need to buy.
NC17, 998 words
Heather gets a wake up call. (Heather Morris/Naya Rivera)
beta by lonespeaker
real people, I don't own them. Song Title from 'Waste Another Day' by Brooke Fraser.
This is my first time writing Heather and Naya. I am nervous.
Heather feels the first beams of sunlight bleeding through the curtains and curls in on herself. It’s early, too early, and she really needs, 10, 15, 45 more minutes of sleep. It’s the first day in a long while that she has absolutely nothing to do and she really wants to enjoy the day in bed.
She hears a buzzing sound, telling her that she forget to reprogram her alarm last night and inwardly groans. She’ll have to get up to turn it off, and she really doesn’t want to. Suddenly the buzzing stops and she remembers that Naya slept over.
She rolls onto her other side to see Naya standing there, fully dressed, hair in a messy ponytail, hands on her hips, amused. Heather pulls the blankets over her head and huffs. Naya lets out a little amused snort and tugs the blankets down. “No, you don’t. Up.”
“It’s early.”
“Not that early.” And relatively, it’s not. Not when you spend most of your life being awake at 4 A.M. for a call time. Not when you’re normally awake, dressed, caffeinated and in make up by this time.
Heather huffs and kicks off the blankets.
Naya laughs and sits on the edge of the bed. She holds up a steaming mug and then sits it down on the bedside table. “Just how you like it.”
“Hmph.” Heather pushes her way up to sit against the headboard. “Damn sunlight.”
“Poor baby.” Naya’s eyes flutter and she leans in, pressing her lips to Heather’s, just lightly and then mutters, “better?”
“Much.” Heather kisses her again, adding a little more pressure and a hand to the back of Naya’s neck. She hums, pulling back. “Now, see, that’s something worth waking up for.”
“And here I thought it was just the awesome coffee I spent all of that time and effort making.”
“Mm, nope.” Heather tugs her closer and then pushes her down on the bed, stretching out on top of her. “The only problem here, is that you’ve gone and put clothes on, and that requires so much more effort on my part.” She tugs a little at Naya’s shirt until it’s pulled over her head and tossed aside. “Much, much better.” She pulls off her own tank top and throws that somewhere as well and then works her hands underneath Naya to unhook her bra.
“You just make assumptions, don’t you?”
“Like you don’t want me?” Heather grins and kisses Naya’s collarbone. She bites lightly and contemplates for a brief moment leaving a small mark. There no one in make up to piss off now, but before she can decide, she feels Naya dragging a thumb over one of her nipples and lets out a soft moan. “See, I knew you wanted me.” Heather works Naya’s pants off and then kisses down her body. She feels Naya’s fingers tangle up in her hair as she drags her tongue along Naya’s hipbone and pushes her panties down at the same time.
She drags her fingers over Naya’s thigh, breathing in Naya’s scent. It always surprises her intoxicating it is, how much it turns her on, just to have Naya underneath her like this. She licks at Naya’s clit, just adding enough pressure that Naya lets out a soft moan and bucks up against her. “Fuck, Heather.”
Heather lifts her head up and grins at Naya before going back to what she was doing. Naya moans again, tightening her grip in Heather’s hair. Heather can imagine the look on her face as she flattens her tongue, pressing it to Naya’s clit harder, can imagine Naya’s eyes closing up, can picture her biting her lip.
She drags her nails over Naya’s thigh, using her other hand to push Naya’s hip into the mattress so she can’t push up. Heather removes her hand from Naya’s thigh and pushes just one finger inside her. Naya whimpers and tugs at Heather’s hair. Heather fucks her with just one finger until Naya says, “Jesus fucking Christ, Heather, if you don’t move this along I swear.” And Heather laughs and pulls the finger out, replacing it with three. She fucks Naya with her fingers, fast and hard, licking her clit.
“Fuck, fuck.” She feels Naya go rigid beneath her, feels her shiver and then stiffen up and Naya lets out a loud moan as she comes. Heather lifts her head, wiping at her mouth and then leans down to kiss Naya. Naya pulls over closer, licking into Heather’s mouth.
Heather feels Naya’s hand dragging down her body and then pushing into her panties. She moans a little and Naya pushing two fingers inside her and starts fucking her, just slow but hard enough that it makes Heather buck against her. “Fuck.”
“Mm.” Naya kisses along her jaw and then drags her teeth along Heather’s jawline before tugging on her bottom lip with her teeth. Naya drags her thumb over Heather’s clit, creating a circular motion.
“Fuck.” Heather kisses her, pressing her body close to Naya’s, and Naya fucks her harder, faster. Heather feels herself getting closer and closer to climax. She feels that familiar tug in her belly, feels a tingle all over her body. She tries to hold on, tries to make it last, but Naya presses her thumb down on Heather’s clit, and Heather completely loses control. She cries out as she comes.
Naya kisses her again. “Mm, now you’re awake.”
“Fuck.”
Naya laughs. “Yes, we did.”
Heather slumps against her and grins. “I’m going to hire you as my professional alarm clock okay. I’ll never be late to my call times for sure.”
Naya snorts quietly and drags her fingers through Heather’s hair. “Just drink your coffee. Also, we’re going grocery shopping. The only thing you have here is coffee and, like, a tomato.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Heather drinks her coffee and plots ways to get out of grocery shopping as Naya starts making a verbal list of the things they’ll need to buy.