fic: Say Arrrr, Matey
TITLE: Say Arrrr, Matey
AUTHOR: Brio
WORDS: 5,658
PAIRING: Lea/Dianna
RATING: NC-17. Mostly fluff with a tiny bit of smut.
SUMMARY: A while ago I wrote this, followed by this, then started writing this fic. Then this got in the way. But now it’s finished. Lea and Dianna’s honeymoon.
NOTES: My beta is awesome. Her name is darchino. And thanks to ilsu for giving it a read and iris for the ideas
“Passport?” Dianna asks as they finish packing their bags.
“Check,” Lea says, holding up the item in question, “Though given that I needed it to travel here, it’s a little silly asking me about it now.”
“True,” Dianna concedes, checking her bag for her own passport.
“You need to stop stressing about everything, Di,” Lea says, trying in vain to lift her suitcase off the bed. She tries again, pulling with all of her might. The case moves an inch towards the end of the bed, “Could you maybe help me?” Lea asks, “I don’t understand how bikinis and shorts can weigh so much.” Wiping her forehead, she turns to look at her wife. Dianna is tipping the contents of her bag onto the bed, frantically searching through everything, a look of mild panic on her face. “Di?” Lea asks incredulously.
“Yes, babe?” Dianna asks, sifting through travel documents and money and make-up.
“What’s wrong?” Lea sits down on the edge of the bed with a look of amusement on her face.
“Nothing,” Dianna says, growing more anxious by the second, “Just misplaced my passport.”
“What?” Lea asks with a grin. “You’ve lost your passport?”
“You don’t have to sound so happy about it,” Dianna replies, huffing in frustration.
“Sorry,” Lea says, smirking as she notices the missing passport sitting on the dressing table. “Are you sure you put it in your bag, sweetie?”
“Yes,” Dianna says irritably, “I put it with the money…” She groans, rechecking her empty bag before whirling around to face a giggling Lea.
“Are you really sure?” Lea asks, leaning back on the bed, pretending to inspect her nails before focusing her attention across the room.
“Yes…” Dianna drawls before following Lea’s eyeline, “No?” She starts to blush, stomping over to the table and snatching the passport before throwing it sullenly into her bag along with everything else that she’s tipped out. “Sorry,” she says meekly.
“It’s okay,” Lea says, not shifting from her position on the bed. Instead she bites down on her lip and beckons the blonde woman to her with a single finger. Wordlessly, Dianna climbs onto the bed, crawling up the shorter woman’s body until their faces meet.
“Hello,” Dianna says with a wolfish grin.
“Hi,” Lea responds, sliding her arms around the taller woman’s waist, fingertips following the ridge of the blonde’s spine. “We’re going soon.”
“Don’t care,” Dianna whispers, pressing her lips against the brunette’s, feeling the Lea’s teeth graze against her bottom one, tugging lightly. The blonde moans softly into her wife’s parted lips. It quickly turns into a groan of frustration when the door to their room flies open.
“Seriously guys, my eyes!” Jon shouts, covering his face and backing out of the room.
“I’m going to kill him,” Dianna whispers in Lea’s ear, kissing her again.
“I’ll tell them it was justifiable homicide,” Lea giggles as she pushes the blonde off of her. “We have to go anyway.”
“Fine,” Dianna huffs, jumping off the bed to wrap her arms around Lea’s waist again, “Hang on, you have a little…” she winks at the brunette who rolls her eyes in return as the blonde kisses her once more.
“Is it safe?” Jon’s disembodied voice calls from the hallway.
“Not even remotely,” Dianna grumbles, yanking Lea’s case off the bed.
“Yes,” Lea calls, shooting a look at Dianna. “You could have knocked, you know?” Jon grins as he walks into the room, keeping a sensible distance from Dianna.
“I thought you two would be packing, not engaging in…” he gestures between the two women who are standing in almost identical poses, arms folded across their chests and grins. “Your taxi is outside.”
“Great!” Lea says enthusiastically, reaching for the handle of her suitcase and dragging it towards the door. Jon rolls his eyes in exasperation.
“Did you pack the kitchen sink again, Lea?” he jokes, taking the suitcase from his best friend and grabbing Dianna’s bag as well. Dianna grabs Lea to kiss her again as they leave the room, leaving the brunette slightly breathless and dizzy.
“That isn’t fair, Di,” she admonishes as they leave the hotel room; Dianna reaching for Lea’s hand as they walk towards the stairs. Downstairs, their families and friends who aren’t suffering from the after-effects of a damn good party are waiting to send them off. After yet another tearful hug from both of their moms, the newlyweds make it into the taxi and shoot off to the airport.
“You look worried, Mrs Agron-Michele,” Lea says softly, sliding her hand into the taller woman’s and squeezing it. “Are you still convinced that something is trying to ruin the best days of your life? Nothing actually happened at the wedding…”
“Well, apart from your dad…”
“Di,” Lea’s voice has an edge to it, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I never realised that you got your moves from him,” Dianna says, shaking with mirth as she recalls her father-in-law’s interesting dance floor antics.
“Funny,” Lea pouts, turning her attention to the nearest window, watching the seemingly never-ending miles of white sand. “We could have just honeymooned here.”
“I don’t want eighty of our closest friends and family around on our honeymoon,” Dianna says, “I want you all to myself. Even if it’s just for four days before we go back to New York.”
“Are you annoyed about going back early? I don’t have to do this concert…” Lea begins, looking apologetic.
“Babe, it’s fine,” Dianna interrupts, pulling the brunette across the seats towards her. “This concert means a lot and I have to meet with some producers to start editing the movie. We’re going away again in a month anyway.”
“Okay,” Lea says, placated. When she and Jon had been asked to take part in a charity concert by a friend of theirs, Lea jumped at the chance to help out before realising that the concert would be taking place six days after her wedding to Dianna.
“Four days. No interruptions, no best friends who appear to be intent on ruining every attempt I make to…” Dianna’s eyes slide to the driver who appears to hanging on their every word. She raises an eyebrow at him and his eyes flicker back to the road, an embarrassed flush settling on his cheeks. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”
“The feeling is entirely mutual,” Lea says, leaning her head against the taller woman’s shoulder and sighing contentedly.
**
Dianna drums her fingers against the counter, watching Lea read over brochures for cruises around the island. The man behind the counter is looking increasingly nervous.
“Is there a problem?” Dianna asks, turning her attention back to the edgy, young man.
“No problem,” he says with a tight smile, “I just need to find my manager…”
“Manager?” Dianna inquires, arching her eyebrow, drawing Lea’s attention away from the brochure. She skips back to the desk and slides her arm around her wife’s waist.
“What’s going on?” she asks, squeezing Dianna quickly, feeling agitation rolling from the blonde in waves. Dianna’s frown dissipates quickly when she turns to look at Lea.
“Nothing,” Dianna replies, her smile far too bright.
“Is there a problem with the suite?” Lea asks, turning to look at the man behind the counter who has just finished speaking to his manager on the phone. “We booked it a couple of months ago… some sort of honeymoon package?”
“My manager will be here in just a second,” the man says, biting down on his bottom lip, “I can’t seem to find the booking in the system.”
“Oh,” Lea says, her smile fading.
“I’m sure there isn’t a problem,” he says, “We’ll be able to find you another suite…”
“But we don’t want another suite,” Dianna says, ignoring Lea’s efforts to placate her, “We specifically asked for the honeymoon suite…” A sharply dressed man appears behind the counter with a huge grin and introduces himself as Hugo.
“Mrs and Mrs Agron-Michele,” he says warmly, “I’m sorry for any confusion. We have taken the liberty of upgrading your accommodation here.”
“Upgrade?” Lea asks, smile reappearing instantaneously. “There’s a bigger suite?”
“Actually, we have placed you in one of our exclusive cabins.”
“A cabin?” Dianna asks sceptically.
“They are located right on the beach front,” he says, opening a cupboard to his right and retrieving two sets of keys. “I will take you there myself.”
He instructs the younger man to load the luggage into a car waiting outside and ushers the newlyweds back into the humid afternoon air.
“The cabins are air-conditioned,” he notes, noticing the shorter woman trying to smooth down her hair as she climbs into the car. “We have only five cabins and they are booked most of the year. We had a last-minute cancellation and thought you’d enjoy a little more privacy than the hotel offers.”
“It’s very much appreciated,” Lea says, bouncing slightly in her seat as Hugo starts the car and swings down a winding road at the back of the hotel. “Isn’t this beautiful, Di?” she asks, gazing out at the view over the ocean as they make their way down to the cabins hidden by palm trees at the bottom of the hill.
“It is,” the blonde woman whispers, feeling the tension seep from her muscles as she takes in the view before her. The ocean stretches off into infinity, glistening in the early afternoon sun, bordered by a deserted white beach.
“You can call any time if you need transportation to or from the cabin,” Hugo says, “Or you can use the buggy provided.”
“Buggy?” Lea asks, sitting up a little straighter, a glint in her eye. “Like a golf buggy?”
“Yes,” Hugo says, all smiles. “Room service is twenty-four hours and the beach is for guest use only. If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to call.”
He pulls up in front of a glass-fronted cabin and hops out of the car to start pulling out the luggage.
“Careful, it’s heavy…” Lea trails off as Hugo pulls her case out of the trunk effortlessly. “I need to start working out more.” Dianna smirks and watches as Hugo goes to unlock the cabin, towing their cases behind him.
“Want me to carry you over the threshold?” the taller woman asks, taking Lea’s hand as they walk up the path, stepping into the light, airy cabin. Hugo rejoins them and gives them a brief tour. Dianna listens politely as Lea runs from room to room, squealing when she sees the bedroom.
“Di, it’s a four-poster bed,” Lea says, diving onto the white linen with a squeak of joy, “And the deck goes out over the water.” She scrambles towards the doors that lead outside and pushes them open, disappearing outside.
Dianna gives Hugo a smile.
“Thank you,” she says, reaching into her pocket to pull out some money.
“My pleasure,” he says, “Enjoy your stay.” Dianna watches him leave and goes to lock the door, not that she anticipates any interruptions. Jon is a few hundred miles away after all.
“Babe…” Dianna calls as she steps outside, squinting against the glare of the sun reflecting off the calm waves. She hears Lea cough and turns to her right, a chuckle leaving her throat.
“Hey,” Lea says, removing the last of her clothing, not that she’d been wearing much to start off with.
“Hey yourself,” Dianna replies, following suit, her clothes leaving a trail behind her as she walks towards her wife.
“Happy honeymoon,” the brunette says, locking her arms around the taller woman’s waist, smiling up at her with dark eyes and a smirk that Dianna can’t resist.
**
“Jet-skiing?”
“It’ll be fun!” Lea says enthusiastically.
“You know what else is fun?” Dianna asks, trailing her fingers across the shorter woman’s tanned shoulders.
“We can’t jet-ski in New York,” Lea pouts, “It’s practically winter. Just a couple of hours then you can continue ravishing me.”
“Ravishing you?” Dianna asks with a grin. “Is that a promise?”
“Absolutely,” Lea says, dropping her voice and reaching up to kiss the blonde on the lips. Dianna pulls the shorter woman closer to her, feeling a gasp rush out of Lea’s mouth followed by a moan and the blonde starts to nibble the singer’s bottom lip, “Di…” Lea mumbles between kisses, “Come on…”
“Have you ever jet-skied before?” Dianna asks, reluctantly letting Lea out of her grasp.
“Twice,” Lea says, “You’ll love it.”
“I do love it,” Dianna says pointedly, “I just love that bed more.” Lea blushes and smacks her wife gently on the arm.
“If I knew that getting married made you this insatiable, we’d have done this years ago,” the brunette notes. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Hmm,” Dianna mumbles noncommittally and follows Lea out of the cabin down the beach towards their instructor.
Within fifteen minutes, Lea has disappeared, embarking on a one-woman journey towards the Atlantic ocean. Dianna tears after her, enjoying the feel of the wind in her hair, a nice change from the humidity. Up ahead of her, Lea banks and heads back in the blonde’s direction.
“Hey!” the brunette yells, drawing up beside Dianna, “Isn’t this awesome?”
“Yeah,” Dianna admits, “What’s next, parasailing?” Lea grins and Dianna laughs.
“Race you back?” the brunette challenges, revving her engine.
“Sure,” Dianna says, spinning around and heading off in the direction of their cabin. She can hear the roar of Lea’s engine behind her and grins, increasing her speed. Lea zooms past her, throwing up a wall of water that completely drenches the blonde woman from head to toe. Momentarily blinded by the salty water, Dianna veers off-course and manages to hit virtually the only big wave they’ve seen all day.
A moment of complete weightlessness follows before she plunges through the surface of the water backwards.
**
“Dianna!” Lea’s voice is hazy above her. “Di, baby… can you hear me?”
“Hoist the colours!” Dianna murmurs, coughing as more seawater rushes from her body. She turns onto her side, slightly confused that she’s on dry land, and heaves as the last of the water empties out of her stomach.
“Dianna?” Lea sounds a lot less panicked now, just concerned.
“Weigh anchor and set sail!” Dianna mutters before her eyes fly open and she stares up at her confused wife and Matt, the jet ski instructor. She frowns, “Where’s my ship?”
“Ship?” Lea asks, quirking an eyebrow and glancing at Matt. “Di, you fell off the jet ski… are you okay?”
“But… we were winning,” Dianna says feebly, glancing around with a confused expression on her face. “They were going to walk the plank.”
“I think she’s concussed,” Matt stares at the blonde in amusement. “We should probably get her to a hospital.” Lea replies with a nod.
“Sweetheart,” Lea places a hand on Dianna’s cheek, causing the blonde woman to whip around, pushing the shorter woman’s hand away.
“Sweetheart?” Dianna tilts her head to one side, sounding disgusted, “I’m Captain Agron!”
“Oh… god,” Lea groans, closing her eyes momentarily, “Okay, Captain Agron…” she smiles down at her wife as though she’s addressing a small child, “We’ll get your ship back as soon as we find the buried treasure.”
“Treasure!” Dianna pushes herself off the ground with surprising agility, swaying slightly before Matt and Lea prop her up. “What about the rum?”
“Oh, I think after this, we’re all going to need some rum,” Lea grumbles as they guide Dianna back towards the cabin. Matt chuckles to himself but stops almost immediately when he notices the look on the shorter woman’s face.
Fifteen minutes later, a flustered Lea drags a reluctantly-clothed Dianna out of the cabin where Matt is waiting in the buggy.
“How’s she doing?” Matt asks, starting off towards the hotel, glancing at the blonde woman who has her arms folded and is staring sullenly back towards the sea.
“She’s upset about her clothes,” Lea says, rolling her eyes, “They’re not ‘pirate-y’ enough. I promised we’d get her something new to wear after we’ve found the buried treasure.” Dianna perks up when she hears the word ‘treasure’ before her face falls into a snarl.
“I bet that scoundrel Groff is after my treasure,” she growls under her breath.
“I somehow doubt that,” Lea responds, reaching out to touch the purple bruise blossoming on the blonde woman’s forehead, causing Dianna to flinch backwards.
“Wench, careful with those hands!” Lea stares at her wife and counts to five before she talks again.
“I swear to god, Dianna Agron, I am never going to let you live this down,” Lea says just as the blonde woman’s eyes drift shut and she begins to snore.
**
Dianna groans as her eyes start to flutter open.
“Baby?” Lea rises out of the chair she’s been curled up in for the past couple of hours. The book on her lap falls to the floor, losing its place. She kicks it to one side, deciding that she’ll have to reread most of it anyway. Her attention’s been entirely devoted to Dianna since they arrived home from the hospital.
“Ow,” Dianna grumbles, raising a hand to her forehead and grimacing, “What happened? Where’s the… why am I here?”
“You fell off the jet-ski,” Lea says, lying down on the bed and pressing a kiss to Dianna’s temple, “We had to take you to the hospital.”
“I remember… sort of,” Dianna glances over at Lea. “How long have I been sleeping?”
“Three hours or so,” Lea says, glancing at the clock next to their bed, “I was going to order room service.”
“Sounds good,” Dianna nods and grimaces, “I’m starving.” She slides a hand over to Lea’s exposed stomach. “Famished actually.”
“Nuh uh,” Lea shakes her head, rolling away from her wife and reaching for the room service menu, “The doctor says you shouldn’t exert yourself physically until tomorrow at least. And even then, he recommended that you should take it easy. No more jet skis, no hand gliding, no sky-diving.”
“Yeah, it hurts a lot,” Dianna winces as she touches her forehead again.
“Well, stop touching the bruise then,” Lea admonishes, rejoining Dianna to kiss her. “What do you want for dinner?”
“Besides you?”
“Besides me,” Lea rolls her eyes. “Here. I told the front desk I’d call when you were awake. They’re very anxious, especially because of the… how do I put this?” Lea taps her lips thoughtfully, “The interesting way you were acting before we took you to the hospital.”
“Interesting way?” Dianna asks blankly. “What did I do?”
“I’ll tell you over dinner,” Lea says, disappearing from the bedroom, “We should maybe order some rum though.” She sticks her head back into the room to wink at her bewildered other half.
“You don’t even like rum!” Dianna calls back before glancing down at the menu, a frown still etched on her face. As she reads over the list of dishes, she tries to remember what happened after she hit her head. She remembers lying on the sand after it happened, vaguely remembers the ride to the hospital… and the dream, “Oh shit. Lea!” Dianna calls, starting to climb off the bed.
“Yes?” Lea asks, as she skips back into the room, reaching the bed in time to catch Dianna as she starts to sway. “I told you to stay in bed.”
“How much trouble am I in?” Dianna asks, reaching up to stroke the shorter woman’s face.
“Huh?” Lea asks, confusion settling across her features.
“Captain Agron,” Dianna mutters, blushing furiously when Lea grins, “It wasn’t a dream?”
“Nope,” Lea replies, “Unfortunately not.”
“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Dianna says, scrunching her eyes shut as more of her antics assault her memory, “I called you a wench… and Groff… I mean, Jon, a scoundrel?”
“Yup,” Lea nods, smirking. “You thought he was after your buried treasure.”
“I did,” Dianna says, not opening her eyes and groaning. “Anything else I should know?”
“Not right now,” Lea says, dropping a kiss to her wife’s wrinkled forehead. Dianna relaxes and snakes her arms around the shorter woman’s waist, pulling the tan body flush against her own. Lea’s reprimand dies in her mouth as she feels nimble fingers undoing her bikini top, the room service menu temporarily forgotten.
**
“Di, come on, we leave tomorrow,” Lea says, opening the doors and walking out onto the deck. Dianna recoils slightly from the influx of light and pulls the sheets over her head, “We should go get some breakfast and see if there’s anything going on up at the hotel.”
“Don’t you want to come back to bed?” Dianna asks, not removing her head from beneath the sheets. She hears Lea’s footsteps draw nearer and she pushes the sheet down her body, arching off the bed in a satisfying stretch. “Morning.” Her eyes lock with Lea’s who is standing in the doorway, transfixed.
“Morning,” the brunette responds. “Stop distracting me. You can distract me later.”
“That’s definitely on my plan for today, yes,” Dianna grins then sighs. “You really want to do things today?” Lea nods, watching as Dianna’s hand disappears beneath the sheets again, the blonde’s eyes flutter closed as she bites her bottom lip. “Sure?”
“Yes,” Lea’s voice wavers. She clears her throat and stands her ground. “Yes.” She’s pleased that her voice sounds a little stronger this time.
“Okay,” Dianna says simply, pushing the sheets away completely and hopping out of bed. She winks at Lea as she strolls towards the bathroom, leaving her wife to question her sanity.
After a quick breakfast, Lea drags Dianna to the reception to find out what cruises are operating today.
“The following cruises leave in the next hour,” Hugo says, laying out brochures on the desk for the pair, “You can swim with dolphins on this one or take a trip to a few of the neighbouring islands…” he gestures to a couple of the leaflets in turn before grinning, “Or perhaps this one is more your style.” He passes the final brochure to Dianna who blushes a furious shade of red before she passes it to Lea. Lea’s laugh echoes through the reception area causing another couple to glance over in alarm.
“Oh my god, we have to,” she says, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet, “Please, Di?” Dianna grumbles under her breath and shoots daggers at Hugo who continues smiling unabashedly, “Please?” She turns her gaze to the brunette who’s now squeezing her arm like an overexcited child.
“Okay,” Dianna gives in and hangs her head. “When does it leave?”
“Half an hour,” Hugo says, tapping on his computer. “And there are two places available. You should probably make your way to the dock now. The best costumes go quickly.” He passes them their tickets and wishes them a nice day before turning to attend to another couple.
“Let’s go!” Lea says, dragging Dianna back out into the sun and humidity. “You don’t want to end up with a stupid costume.” They make their way to the dock, spotting the boat they’ll be taking around the island immediately. “Smile baby!” Lea holds up her camera and snaps a photo of her wife in front of the boat but frowns when she looks at it on the screen. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re going to murder someone.”
Dianna feels a jolt run through her stomach at the look on Lea’s face and smiles.
“Nothing. I’m sorry. This’ll be fun,” she reaches for the camera and pulls Lea in close, snapping a photo of the two of them before pressing a lingering kiss to her wife’s lips. “Come on. If we’re going to look like pirates, then we have to do it right.”
They join a group of others who are rummaging through a large chest of dressing up clothes and manage to snag some of the better looking articles of clothing. Once everyone is dressed up, they walk up the gangplank onto the ship. Lea bounds off to the bow and throws her arms out, turning back to look at a bemused Dianna.
“I’m flying, Di,” she says before giggling. Dianna joins her, wrapping her arms around the shorter woman’s waist and presses a kiss to her cheek.
“Wrong movie, babe. Pretty sure Kate Winslet wasn’t wearing a bandana or an eye patch… or a stuffed parrot on her shoulder.”
“She should have been,” Lea murmurs, craning her neck as Dianna’s lips move lower and she feels teeth graze her skin. “Distracting.”
“Sorry,” Dianna laughs, not sounding at all apologetic. Lea twists around to face the taller woman, an eyebrow raised.
“Ooh! Rum!” Lea bounces out of Dianna’s arms towards the table set up with refreshments.
“It’s a little early…” Dianna calls, trailing behind. Lea pours two glasses and takes a long sip from one.
“It’s not like I can’t handle my alcohol, Di,” Lea says with a grin after cringing at the taste. Something inside Dianna is pretty sure that by the end of the day, Lea will be regretting those words but she accepts the drink from the brunette’s outstretched hand regardless.
**
“Drink up me hearties, yo ho!”
Dianna fumbles with the light switch while trying to prop a giggling Lea up against the doorframe. It’s taken her nearly ten minutes to get Lea this far from the front door.
“Bed,” Lea says as Dianna completes their journey, dragging her wife across the bedroom floor.
“Yes, babe,” Dianna mutters, pushing Lea back against the mattress, “Bed. This is where I wanted to spend the whole day, remember?”
“Nope,” Lea says, a stupid grin on her face as she tries to pull off her eye patch and succeeds in stabbing herself in the uncovered eye, “Ow, ow…”
Dianna rolls her eyes and helps Lea undress, pulling off the pieces of the pirate costume Lea had been unwilling to part with as they left the boat. Dianna’s promised the crew that she’ll return them first thing in the morning.
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me,” Lea starts to sing for the twenty-seventh time since leaving the boat. The blonde tosses the clothes on the floor and starts to pull off her own, ready to collapse into bed and sleep until it’s time for them to go to the airport the next day. As she draws the sheets up over her body, Lea’s hands reach over to grab her waist. The brunette mumbles some words, eyes half-closed and Dianna cocks her head, staring at her wife, pretty sure she’s misheard what Lea just said.
“What was that, babe?” Dianna asks, turning onto her side and brushing the hair out of Lea’s face, running her fingertips down the brunette’s cheek.
“Shiver me timbers, Captain Agron,” Lea growls and Dianna bites her lip to stop herself from laughing.
“I don’t think you really understand what that means, Lea.”
“You’re mocking me,” Lea says, pouting now.
“I’m not,” Dianna says, “You’re drunk. You need to sleep and I need to sleep. Can we please just go to sleep?”
“I don’t want to sleep,” Lea’s hands tighten on Dianna’s waist as she moves closer to the blonde, fingers travelling sloppily over the pale skin. With a chuckle, Dianna forces the brunette onto her back and shifts her body over, pinning Lea’s hands above her head.
“Sleep,” Dianna whispers, pushing her lips against Lea’s before working her way down the tan flesh, tongue tickling the brunette’s neck, down her collarbone. Lea’s protests quieten when Dianna settles between the shorter woman’s legs and licks a path up the inside of her thigh. “Lea? Babe?”
A soft snore is the only response Dianna receives and she mouths a silent thank you towards the ceiling, moving back to her side of the bed. Lea snores again, rolling onto her stomach and Dianna smiles, drifting off to sleep.
**
Dianna’s eyes fly open, locking with the dark brown ones staring down at her. She opens her mouth to speak but finds herself momentarily speechless.
“Morning,” Lea murmurs.
“Hey you.”
The shorter woman shifts slightly, hips grinding into Dianna’s. The blonde woman feels a moan leave her lips causing Lea to grin.
“Hey yourself,” she replies, “Sleep well?” Dianna nods. “Me too.”
Lea’s hands splay across Dianna’s abdomen, fingertips drumming lightly across the pale flesh.
“Sorry about last night,” Lea bites her bottom lip and leans down to press a kiss against Dianna’s neck.
“Really, it’s fine,” Dianna says, eyes fluttering closed as she feels Lea’s teeth graze over her skin. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Perfect,” Lea murmurs against Dianna’s neck. “I’m adding twelve hours of sleep to my hangover cure list.”
“What else is on that list again, babe?” Dianna arches her neck, allowing Lea more access and groans when she feels fingers brush over her breasts, nipples hardening at the faintest of touches.
“You,” Lea says, pulling back to stare at her wife again. “I’ve been trying really hard not to wake you up for nearly an hour now.” Lea’s hips grind down again and Dianna moans when she feels how wet the brunette is.
“For the record, I wouldn’t have minded if you had woken me.”
“Noted,” Lea says, a smile on her lips.
Regaining the use of her limbs, Dianna raises her hands to Lea’s thighs, stroking up and down the inside with the pads of her thumbs. Lea pushes herself upright, hands returning to Dianna’s abdomen.
“Little higher,” Lea whispers, hips inching forwards as Dianna’s hands roam closer to the apex of her thighs. The blonde shakes her head, smirking and moves her hands away completely. “Please, Di? I’m aching for you.” She punctuates the statement by rolling her hips into Dianna’s again, whimpering softly.
“God,” Dianna whispers, hands returning to Lea’s legs, swift strokes finding their mark until long fingers push against the brunette’s entrance, barely dipping inside.
“Please.”
Unable to refuse Lea when she begs, Dianna eases two of her fingers into the brunette, watching as her head falls forward, mouth opening in a silent moan. Dianna takes her time, slowly sliding her fingers in and out, careful not to go too deep too fast. Her other hand continues stroking Lea’s toned thigh, matching the rhythm of her strokes inside the brunette.
“More, babe?” Dianna asks, smiling as Lea nods furiously, teeth biting down hard on her bottom lip “I can’t hear you.”
“More. Di, please. More,” the words tumble from Lea’s lips as she rocks her hips forwards, straining to take more of the blonde’s fingers inside her.
Dianna relents, thrusting her fingers upward, curling them on every third or fourth stroke as Lea’s moans and whimpers spur her on. She stares up at her wife, head thrown back, teeth biting down hard on her bottom lip, throat exposed, back arched, chest heaving. She moves her hand to Lea’s stomach, feeling the toned muscles ripple beneath her touch.
“So beautiful,” Dianna breathes, drawing Lea’s attention back to her. “I love you.” Lea nods her agreement, unable to form words as long, slender fingers start to draw circles around her clit, “I can’t believe I get to do this for the rest of my life. I get to see you like this, I get to feel you, I get to feel how much you want this, how much you want me.”
“God,” Lea groans, falling forward, planting her hands level with Dianna’s shoulders, “I need to… I… Dianna, please.”
Dianna’s fingers quicken, pressing hard against the throbbing bundle of nerves as her other hand works furiously, thrusting three fingers deep inside now.
“Come for me. I want to hear my name on your lips.”
Lea’s eyes close again as her muscles begin to contract around the fingers curling inside. Her moans start to rise musically, an ascending scale interspersed with the blonde’s name growled and drawn out; her hips roll against Dianna’s erratically and then shudder as her orgasm rushes over her body.
Breathing heavily, she lowers her body as Dianna slides her fingers out one last time, muscles twitching almost painfully at the loss of contact. Sighing contentedly, she presses a kiss to Dianna’s neck.
“I love you too.”
**
It’s raining torrentially when they arrive in New York and Jon is waiting, holding a small banner. He scoops Lea up in a bear hug and twirls her around before setting her back on her feet and turning to Dianna.
“Jon, no,” Dianna protests, holding up her hands, “No!”
Jon ignores her protestations and sweeps her off her feet, spinning her around a couple of times before she finds herself back on solid ground. She punches him lightly on the shoulder and he flinches away in mock-pain.
“I could sue you for that,” he says, looking to Lea for sympathy. The brunette shakes her head and grins.
“She’s not a twirler,” she says, sliding an arm around Dianna’s waist and smiling up at the blonde, “Not unless she’s doing the twirling anyway.”
Jon makes a face and reaches for their suitcases.
“That better not be some sort of code for bedroom… oh god, stop talking…” he chastises himself, closing his eyes as if that will help him erase the mental images assaulting his brain.
“Hmmm, twirling,” Dianna muses. “Babe, remember when I twirled you so much that you…”
“No! Stop!” Jon says, running out of the airport towing the cases behind him.
“And those times we twirled in the pool and on the pirate ship…” Lea adds, chasing after her best friend. Dianna follows on behind with a huge grin on her face, not caring that the rain is soaking her to the skin or that she has to dance around huge puddles to get to the car.
And when Lea snuggles into her as they’re being driven towards their apartment, Dianna realises that despite a disastrous proposal, her pre-wedding nightmare and getting a concussion whilst on her honeymoon, she’s pretty much the luckiest girl in the world.
AUTHOR: Brio
WORDS: 5,658
PAIRING: Lea/Dianna
RATING: NC-17. Mostly fluff with a tiny bit of smut.
SUMMARY: A while ago I wrote this, followed by this, then started writing this fic. Then this got in the way. But now it’s finished. Lea and Dianna’s honeymoon.
NOTES: My beta is awesome. Her name is darchino. And thanks to ilsu for giving it a read and iris for the ideas
“Passport?” Dianna asks as they finish packing their bags.
“Check,” Lea says, holding up the item in question, “Though given that I needed it to travel here, it’s a little silly asking me about it now.”
“True,” Dianna concedes, checking her bag for her own passport.
“You need to stop stressing about everything, Di,” Lea says, trying in vain to lift her suitcase off the bed. She tries again, pulling with all of her might. The case moves an inch towards the end of the bed, “Could you maybe help me?” Lea asks, “I don’t understand how bikinis and shorts can weigh so much.” Wiping her forehead, she turns to look at her wife. Dianna is tipping the contents of her bag onto the bed, frantically searching through everything, a look of mild panic on her face. “Di?” Lea asks incredulously.
“Yes, babe?” Dianna asks, sifting through travel documents and money and make-up.
“What’s wrong?” Lea sits down on the edge of the bed with a look of amusement on her face.
“Nothing,” Dianna says, growing more anxious by the second, “Just misplaced my passport.”
“What?” Lea asks with a grin. “You’ve lost your passport?”
“You don’t have to sound so happy about it,” Dianna replies, huffing in frustration.
“Sorry,” Lea says, smirking as she notices the missing passport sitting on the dressing table. “Are you sure you put it in your bag, sweetie?”
“Yes,” Dianna says irritably, “I put it with the money…” She groans, rechecking her empty bag before whirling around to face a giggling Lea.
“Are you really sure?” Lea asks, leaning back on the bed, pretending to inspect her nails before focusing her attention across the room.
“Yes…” Dianna drawls before following Lea’s eyeline, “No?” She starts to blush, stomping over to the table and snatching the passport before throwing it sullenly into her bag along with everything else that she’s tipped out. “Sorry,” she says meekly.
“It’s okay,” Lea says, not shifting from her position on the bed. Instead she bites down on her lip and beckons the blonde woman to her with a single finger. Wordlessly, Dianna climbs onto the bed, crawling up the shorter woman’s body until their faces meet.
“Hello,” Dianna says with a wolfish grin.
“Hi,” Lea responds, sliding her arms around the taller woman’s waist, fingertips following the ridge of the blonde’s spine. “We’re going soon.”
“Don’t care,” Dianna whispers, pressing her lips against the brunette’s, feeling the Lea’s teeth graze against her bottom one, tugging lightly. The blonde moans softly into her wife’s parted lips. It quickly turns into a groan of frustration when the door to their room flies open.
“Seriously guys, my eyes!” Jon shouts, covering his face and backing out of the room.
“I’m going to kill him,” Dianna whispers in Lea’s ear, kissing her again.
“I’ll tell them it was justifiable homicide,” Lea giggles as she pushes the blonde off of her. “We have to go anyway.”
“Fine,” Dianna huffs, jumping off the bed to wrap her arms around Lea’s waist again, “Hang on, you have a little…” she winks at the brunette who rolls her eyes in return as the blonde kisses her once more.
“Is it safe?” Jon’s disembodied voice calls from the hallway.
“Not even remotely,” Dianna grumbles, yanking Lea’s case off the bed.
“Yes,” Lea calls, shooting a look at Dianna. “You could have knocked, you know?” Jon grins as he walks into the room, keeping a sensible distance from Dianna.
“I thought you two would be packing, not engaging in…” he gestures between the two women who are standing in almost identical poses, arms folded across their chests and grins. “Your taxi is outside.”
“Great!” Lea says enthusiastically, reaching for the handle of her suitcase and dragging it towards the door. Jon rolls his eyes in exasperation.
“Did you pack the kitchen sink again, Lea?” he jokes, taking the suitcase from his best friend and grabbing Dianna’s bag as well. Dianna grabs Lea to kiss her again as they leave the room, leaving the brunette slightly breathless and dizzy.
“That isn’t fair, Di,” she admonishes as they leave the hotel room; Dianna reaching for Lea’s hand as they walk towards the stairs. Downstairs, their families and friends who aren’t suffering from the after-effects of a damn good party are waiting to send them off. After yet another tearful hug from both of their moms, the newlyweds make it into the taxi and shoot off to the airport.
“You look worried, Mrs Agron-Michele,” Lea says softly, sliding her hand into the taller woman’s and squeezing it. “Are you still convinced that something is trying to ruin the best days of your life? Nothing actually happened at the wedding…”
“Well, apart from your dad…”
“Di,” Lea’s voice has an edge to it, “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I never realised that you got your moves from him,” Dianna says, shaking with mirth as she recalls her father-in-law’s interesting dance floor antics.
“Funny,” Lea pouts, turning her attention to the nearest window, watching the seemingly never-ending miles of white sand. “We could have just honeymooned here.”
“I don’t want eighty of our closest friends and family around on our honeymoon,” Dianna says, “I want you all to myself. Even if it’s just for four days before we go back to New York.”
“Are you annoyed about going back early? I don’t have to do this concert…” Lea begins, looking apologetic.
“Babe, it’s fine,” Dianna interrupts, pulling the brunette across the seats towards her. “This concert means a lot and I have to meet with some producers to start editing the movie. We’re going away again in a month anyway.”
“Okay,” Lea says, placated. When she and Jon had been asked to take part in a charity concert by a friend of theirs, Lea jumped at the chance to help out before realising that the concert would be taking place six days after her wedding to Dianna.
“Four days. No interruptions, no best friends who appear to be intent on ruining every attempt I make to…” Dianna’s eyes slide to the driver who appears to hanging on their every word. She raises an eyebrow at him and his eyes flicker back to the road, an embarrassed flush settling on his cheeks. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself.”
“The feeling is entirely mutual,” Lea says, leaning her head against the taller woman’s shoulder and sighing contentedly.
**
Dianna drums her fingers against the counter, watching Lea read over brochures for cruises around the island. The man behind the counter is looking increasingly nervous.
“Is there a problem?” Dianna asks, turning her attention back to the edgy, young man.
“No problem,” he says with a tight smile, “I just need to find my manager…”
“Manager?” Dianna inquires, arching her eyebrow, drawing Lea’s attention away from the brochure. She skips back to the desk and slides her arm around her wife’s waist.
“What’s going on?” she asks, squeezing Dianna quickly, feeling agitation rolling from the blonde in waves. Dianna’s frown dissipates quickly when she turns to look at Lea.
“Nothing,” Dianna replies, her smile far too bright.
“Is there a problem with the suite?” Lea asks, turning to look at the man behind the counter who has just finished speaking to his manager on the phone. “We booked it a couple of months ago… some sort of honeymoon package?”
“My manager will be here in just a second,” the man says, biting down on his bottom lip, “I can’t seem to find the booking in the system.”
“Oh,” Lea says, her smile fading.
“I’m sure there isn’t a problem,” he says, “We’ll be able to find you another suite…”
“But we don’t want another suite,” Dianna says, ignoring Lea’s efforts to placate her, “We specifically asked for the honeymoon suite…” A sharply dressed man appears behind the counter with a huge grin and introduces himself as Hugo.
“Mrs and Mrs Agron-Michele,” he says warmly, “I’m sorry for any confusion. We have taken the liberty of upgrading your accommodation here.”
“Upgrade?” Lea asks, smile reappearing instantaneously. “There’s a bigger suite?”
“Actually, we have placed you in one of our exclusive cabins.”
“A cabin?” Dianna asks sceptically.
“They are located right on the beach front,” he says, opening a cupboard to his right and retrieving two sets of keys. “I will take you there myself.”
He instructs the younger man to load the luggage into a car waiting outside and ushers the newlyweds back into the humid afternoon air.
“The cabins are air-conditioned,” he notes, noticing the shorter woman trying to smooth down her hair as she climbs into the car. “We have only five cabins and they are booked most of the year. We had a last-minute cancellation and thought you’d enjoy a little more privacy than the hotel offers.”
“It’s very much appreciated,” Lea says, bouncing slightly in her seat as Hugo starts the car and swings down a winding road at the back of the hotel. “Isn’t this beautiful, Di?” she asks, gazing out at the view over the ocean as they make their way down to the cabins hidden by palm trees at the bottom of the hill.
“It is,” the blonde woman whispers, feeling the tension seep from her muscles as she takes in the view before her. The ocean stretches off into infinity, glistening in the early afternoon sun, bordered by a deserted white beach.
“You can call any time if you need transportation to or from the cabin,” Hugo says, “Or you can use the buggy provided.”
“Buggy?” Lea asks, sitting up a little straighter, a glint in her eye. “Like a golf buggy?”
“Yes,” Hugo says, all smiles. “Room service is twenty-four hours and the beach is for guest use only. If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to call.”
He pulls up in front of a glass-fronted cabin and hops out of the car to start pulling out the luggage.
“Careful, it’s heavy…” Lea trails off as Hugo pulls her case out of the trunk effortlessly. “I need to start working out more.” Dianna smirks and watches as Hugo goes to unlock the cabin, towing their cases behind him.
“Want me to carry you over the threshold?” the taller woman asks, taking Lea’s hand as they walk up the path, stepping into the light, airy cabin. Hugo rejoins them and gives them a brief tour. Dianna listens politely as Lea runs from room to room, squealing when she sees the bedroom.
“Di, it’s a four-poster bed,” Lea says, diving onto the white linen with a squeak of joy, “And the deck goes out over the water.” She scrambles towards the doors that lead outside and pushes them open, disappearing outside.
Dianna gives Hugo a smile.
“Thank you,” she says, reaching into her pocket to pull out some money.
“My pleasure,” he says, “Enjoy your stay.” Dianna watches him leave and goes to lock the door, not that she anticipates any interruptions. Jon is a few hundred miles away after all.
“Babe…” Dianna calls as she steps outside, squinting against the glare of the sun reflecting off the calm waves. She hears Lea cough and turns to her right, a chuckle leaving her throat.
“Hey,” Lea says, removing the last of her clothing, not that she’d been wearing much to start off with.
“Hey yourself,” Dianna replies, following suit, her clothes leaving a trail behind her as she walks towards her wife.
“Happy honeymoon,” the brunette says, locking her arms around the taller woman’s waist, smiling up at her with dark eyes and a smirk that Dianna can’t resist.
**
“Jet-skiing?”
“It’ll be fun!” Lea says enthusiastically.
“You know what else is fun?” Dianna asks, trailing her fingers across the shorter woman’s tanned shoulders.
“We can’t jet-ski in New York,” Lea pouts, “It’s practically winter. Just a couple of hours then you can continue ravishing me.”
“Ravishing you?” Dianna asks with a grin. “Is that a promise?”
“Absolutely,” Lea says, dropping her voice and reaching up to kiss the blonde on the lips. Dianna pulls the shorter woman closer to her, feeling a gasp rush out of Lea’s mouth followed by a moan and the blonde starts to nibble the singer’s bottom lip, “Di…” Lea mumbles between kisses, “Come on…”
“Have you ever jet-skied before?” Dianna asks, reluctantly letting Lea out of her grasp.
“Twice,” Lea says, “You’ll love it.”
“I do love it,” Dianna says pointedly, “I just love that bed more.” Lea blushes and smacks her wife gently on the arm.
“If I knew that getting married made you this insatiable, we’d have done this years ago,” the brunette notes. “I’ll make it up to you later.”
“Hmm,” Dianna mumbles noncommittally and follows Lea out of the cabin down the beach towards their instructor.
Within fifteen minutes, Lea has disappeared, embarking on a one-woman journey towards the Atlantic ocean. Dianna tears after her, enjoying the feel of the wind in her hair, a nice change from the humidity. Up ahead of her, Lea banks and heads back in the blonde’s direction.
“Hey!” the brunette yells, drawing up beside Dianna, “Isn’t this awesome?”
“Yeah,” Dianna admits, “What’s next, parasailing?” Lea grins and Dianna laughs.
“Race you back?” the brunette challenges, revving her engine.
“Sure,” Dianna says, spinning around and heading off in the direction of their cabin. She can hear the roar of Lea’s engine behind her and grins, increasing her speed. Lea zooms past her, throwing up a wall of water that completely drenches the blonde woman from head to toe. Momentarily blinded by the salty water, Dianna veers off-course and manages to hit virtually the only big wave they’ve seen all day.
A moment of complete weightlessness follows before she plunges through the surface of the water backwards.
**
“Dianna!” Lea’s voice is hazy above her. “Di, baby… can you hear me?”
“Hoist the colours!” Dianna murmurs, coughing as more seawater rushes from her body. She turns onto her side, slightly confused that she’s on dry land, and heaves as the last of the water empties out of her stomach.
“Dianna?” Lea sounds a lot less panicked now, just concerned.
“Weigh anchor and set sail!” Dianna mutters before her eyes fly open and she stares up at her confused wife and Matt, the jet ski instructor. She frowns, “Where’s my ship?”
“Ship?” Lea asks, quirking an eyebrow and glancing at Matt. “Di, you fell off the jet ski… are you okay?”
“But… we were winning,” Dianna says feebly, glancing around with a confused expression on her face. “They were going to walk the plank.”
“I think she’s concussed,” Matt stares at the blonde in amusement. “We should probably get her to a hospital.” Lea replies with a nod.
“Sweetheart,” Lea places a hand on Dianna’s cheek, causing the blonde woman to whip around, pushing the shorter woman’s hand away.
“Sweetheart?” Dianna tilts her head to one side, sounding disgusted, “I’m Captain Agron!”
“Oh… god,” Lea groans, closing her eyes momentarily, “Okay, Captain Agron…” she smiles down at her wife as though she’s addressing a small child, “We’ll get your ship back as soon as we find the buried treasure.”
“Treasure!” Dianna pushes herself off the ground with surprising agility, swaying slightly before Matt and Lea prop her up. “What about the rum?”
“Oh, I think after this, we’re all going to need some rum,” Lea grumbles as they guide Dianna back towards the cabin. Matt chuckles to himself but stops almost immediately when he notices the look on the shorter woman’s face.
Fifteen minutes later, a flustered Lea drags a reluctantly-clothed Dianna out of the cabin where Matt is waiting in the buggy.
“How’s she doing?” Matt asks, starting off towards the hotel, glancing at the blonde woman who has her arms folded and is staring sullenly back towards the sea.
“She’s upset about her clothes,” Lea says, rolling her eyes, “They’re not ‘pirate-y’ enough. I promised we’d get her something new to wear after we’ve found the buried treasure.” Dianna perks up when she hears the word ‘treasure’ before her face falls into a snarl.
“I bet that scoundrel Groff is after my treasure,” she growls under her breath.
“I somehow doubt that,” Lea responds, reaching out to touch the purple bruise blossoming on the blonde woman’s forehead, causing Dianna to flinch backwards.
“Wench, careful with those hands!” Lea stares at her wife and counts to five before she talks again.
“I swear to god, Dianna Agron, I am never going to let you live this down,” Lea says just as the blonde woman’s eyes drift shut and she begins to snore.
**
Dianna groans as her eyes start to flutter open.
“Baby?” Lea rises out of the chair she’s been curled up in for the past couple of hours. The book on her lap falls to the floor, losing its place. She kicks it to one side, deciding that she’ll have to reread most of it anyway. Her attention’s been entirely devoted to Dianna since they arrived home from the hospital.
“Ow,” Dianna grumbles, raising a hand to her forehead and grimacing, “What happened? Where’s the… why am I here?”
“You fell off the jet-ski,” Lea says, lying down on the bed and pressing a kiss to Dianna’s temple, “We had to take you to the hospital.”
“I remember… sort of,” Dianna glances over at Lea. “How long have I been sleeping?”
“Three hours or so,” Lea says, glancing at the clock next to their bed, “I was going to order room service.”
“Sounds good,” Dianna nods and grimaces, “I’m starving.” She slides a hand over to Lea’s exposed stomach. “Famished actually.”
“Nuh uh,” Lea shakes her head, rolling away from her wife and reaching for the room service menu, “The doctor says you shouldn’t exert yourself physically until tomorrow at least. And even then, he recommended that you should take it easy. No more jet skis, no hand gliding, no sky-diving.”
“Yeah, it hurts a lot,” Dianna winces as she touches her forehead again.
“Well, stop touching the bruise then,” Lea admonishes, rejoining Dianna to kiss her. “What do you want for dinner?”
“Besides you?”
“Besides me,” Lea rolls her eyes. “Here. I told the front desk I’d call when you were awake. They’re very anxious, especially because of the… how do I put this?” Lea taps her lips thoughtfully, “The interesting way you were acting before we took you to the hospital.”
“Interesting way?” Dianna asks blankly. “What did I do?”
“I’ll tell you over dinner,” Lea says, disappearing from the bedroom, “We should maybe order some rum though.” She sticks her head back into the room to wink at her bewildered other half.
“You don’t even like rum!” Dianna calls back before glancing down at the menu, a frown still etched on her face. As she reads over the list of dishes, she tries to remember what happened after she hit her head. She remembers lying on the sand after it happened, vaguely remembers the ride to the hospital… and the dream, “Oh shit. Lea!” Dianna calls, starting to climb off the bed.
“Yes?” Lea asks, as she skips back into the room, reaching the bed in time to catch Dianna as she starts to sway. “I told you to stay in bed.”
“How much trouble am I in?” Dianna asks, reaching up to stroke the shorter woman’s face.
“Huh?” Lea asks, confusion settling across her features.
“Captain Agron,” Dianna mutters, blushing furiously when Lea grins, “It wasn’t a dream?”
“Nope,” Lea replies, “Unfortunately not.”
“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” Dianna says, scrunching her eyes shut as more of her antics assault her memory, “I called you a wench… and Groff… I mean, Jon, a scoundrel?”
“Yup,” Lea nods, smirking. “You thought he was after your buried treasure.”
“I did,” Dianna says, not opening her eyes and groaning. “Anything else I should know?”
“Not right now,” Lea says, dropping a kiss to her wife’s wrinkled forehead. Dianna relaxes and snakes her arms around the shorter woman’s waist, pulling the tan body flush against her own. Lea’s reprimand dies in her mouth as she feels nimble fingers undoing her bikini top, the room service menu temporarily forgotten.
**
“Di, come on, we leave tomorrow,” Lea says, opening the doors and walking out onto the deck. Dianna recoils slightly from the influx of light and pulls the sheets over her head, “We should go get some breakfast and see if there’s anything going on up at the hotel.”
“Don’t you want to come back to bed?” Dianna asks, not removing her head from beneath the sheets. She hears Lea’s footsteps draw nearer and she pushes the sheet down her body, arching off the bed in a satisfying stretch. “Morning.” Her eyes lock with Lea’s who is standing in the doorway, transfixed.
“Morning,” the brunette responds. “Stop distracting me. You can distract me later.”
“That’s definitely on my plan for today, yes,” Dianna grins then sighs. “You really want to do things today?” Lea nods, watching as Dianna’s hand disappears beneath the sheets again, the blonde’s eyes flutter closed as she bites her bottom lip. “Sure?”
“Yes,” Lea’s voice wavers. She clears her throat and stands her ground. “Yes.” She’s pleased that her voice sounds a little stronger this time.
“Okay,” Dianna says simply, pushing the sheets away completely and hopping out of bed. She winks at Lea as she strolls towards the bathroom, leaving her wife to question her sanity.
After a quick breakfast, Lea drags Dianna to the reception to find out what cruises are operating today.
“The following cruises leave in the next hour,” Hugo says, laying out brochures on the desk for the pair, “You can swim with dolphins on this one or take a trip to a few of the neighbouring islands…” he gestures to a couple of the leaflets in turn before grinning, “Or perhaps this one is more your style.” He passes the final brochure to Dianna who blushes a furious shade of red before she passes it to Lea. Lea’s laugh echoes through the reception area causing another couple to glance over in alarm.
“Oh my god, we have to,” she says, bouncing excitedly on the balls of her feet, “Please, Di?” Dianna grumbles under her breath and shoots daggers at Hugo who continues smiling unabashedly, “Please?” She turns her gaze to the brunette who’s now squeezing her arm like an overexcited child.
“Okay,” Dianna gives in and hangs her head. “When does it leave?”
“Half an hour,” Hugo says, tapping on his computer. “And there are two places available. You should probably make your way to the dock now. The best costumes go quickly.” He passes them their tickets and wishes them a nice day before turning to attend to another couple.
“Let’s go!” Lea says, dragging Dianna back out into the sun and humidity. “You don’t want to end up with a stupid costume.” They make their way to the dock, spotting the boat they’ll be taking around the island immediately. “Smile baby!” Lea holds up her camera and snaps a photo of her wife in front of the boat but frowns when she looks at it on the screen. “What’s wrong? You look like you’re going to murder someone.”
Dianna feels a jolt run through her stomach at the look on Lea’s face and smiles.
“Nothing. I’m sorry. This’ll be fun,” she reaches for the camera and pulls Lea in close, snapping a photo of the two of them before pressing a lingering kiss to her wife’s lips. “Come on. If we’re going to look like pirates, then we have to do it right.”
They join a group of others who are rummaging through a large chest of dressing up clothes and manage to snag some of the better looking articles of clothing. Once everyone is dressed up, they walk up the gangplank onto the ship. Lea bounds off to the bow and throws her arms out, turning back to look at a bemused Dianna.
“I’m flying, Di,” she says before giggling. Dianna joins her, wrapping her arms around the shorter woman’s waist and presses a kiss to her cheek.
“Wrong movie, babe. Pretty sure Kate Winslet wasn’t wearing a bandana or an eye patch… or a stuffed parrot on her shoulder.”
“She should have been,” Lea murmurs, craning her neck as Dianna’s lips move lower and she feels teeth graze her skin. “Distracting.”
“Sorry,” Dianna laughs, not sounding at all apologetic. Lea twists around to face the taller woman, an eyebrow raised.
“Ooh! Rum!” Lea bounces out of Dianna’s arms towards the table set up with refreshments.
“It’s a little early…” Dianna calls, trailing behind. Lea pours two glasses and takes a long sip from one.
“It’s not like I can’t handle my alcohol, Di,” Lea says with a grin after cringing at the taste. Something inside Dianna is pretty sure that by the end of the day, Lea will be regretting those words but she accepts the drink from the brunette’s outstretched hand regardless.
**
“Drink up me hearties, yo ho!”
Dianna fumbles with the light switch while trying to prop a giggling Lea up against the doorframe. It’s taken her nearly ten minutes to get Lea this far from the front door.
“Bed,” Lea says as Dianna completes their journey, dragging her wife across the bedroom floor.
“Yes, babe,” Dianna mutters, pushing Lea back against the mattress, “Bed. This is where I wanted to spend the whole day, remember?”
“Nope,” Lea says, a stupid grin on her face as she tries to pull off her eye patch and succeeds in stabbing herself in the uncovered eye, “Ow, ow…”
Dianna rolls her eyes and helps Lea undress, pulling off the pieces of the pirate costume Lea had been unwilling to part with as they left the boat. Dianna’s promised the crew that she’ll return them first thing in the morning.
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me,” Lea starts to sing for the twenty-seventh time since leaving the boat. The blonde tosses the clothes on the floor and starts to pull off her own, ready to collapse into bed and sleep until it’s time for them to go to the airport the next day. As she draws the sheets up over her body, Lea’s hands reach over to grab her waist. The brunette mumbles some words, eyes half-closed and Dianna cocks her head, staring at her wife, pretty sure she’s misheard what Lea just said.
“What was that, babe?” Dianna asks, turning onto her side and brushing the hair out of Lea’s face, running her fingertips down the brunette’s cheek.
“Shiver me timbers, Captain Agron,” Lea growls and Dianna bites her lip to stop herself from laughing.
“I don’t think you really understand what that means, Lea.”
“You’re mocking me,” Lea says, pouting now.
“I’m not,” Dianna says, “You’re drunk. You need to sleep and I need to sleep. Can we please just go to sleep?”
“I don’t want to sleep,” Lea’s hands tighten on Dianna’s waist as she moves closer to the blonde, fingers travelling sloppily over the pale skin. With a chuckle, Dianna forces the brunette onto her back and shifts her body over, pinning Lea’s hands above her head.
“Sleep,” Dianna whispers, pushing her lips against Lea’s before working her way down the tan flesh, tongue tickling the brunette’s neck, down her collarbone. Lea’s protests quieten when Dianna settles between the shorter woman’s legs and licks a path up the inside of her thigh. “Lea? Babe?”
A soft snore is the only response Dianna receives and she mouths a silent thank you towards the ceiling, moving back to her side of the bed. Lea snores again, rolling onto her stomach and Dianna smiles, drifting off to sleep.
**
Dianna’s eyes fly open, locking with the dark brown ones staring down at her. She opens her mouth to speak but finds herself momentarily speechless.
“Morning,” Lea murmurs.
“Hey you.”
The shorter woman shifts slightly, hips grinding into Dianna’s. The blonde woman feels a moan leave her lips causing Lea to grin.
“Hey yourself,” she replies, “Sleep well?” Dianna nods. “Me too.”
Lea’s hands splay across Dianna’s abdomen, fingertips drumming lightly across the pale flesh.
“Sorry about last night,” Lea bites her bottom lip and leans down to press a kiss against Dianna’s neck.
“Really, it’s fine,” Dianna says, eyes fluttering closed as she feels Lea’s teeth graze over her skin. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Perfect,” Lea murmurs against Dianna’s neck. “I’m adding twelve hours of sleep to my hangover cure list.”
“What else is on that list again, babe?” Dianna arches her neck, allowing Lea more access and groans when she feels fingers brush over her breasts, nipples hardening at the faintest of touches.
“You,” Lea says, pulling back to stare at her wife again. “I’ve been trying really hard not to wake you up for nearly an hour now.” Lea’s hips grind down again and Dianna moans when she feels how wet the brunette is.
“For the record, I wouldn’t have minded if you had woken me.”
“Noted,” Lea says, a smile on her lips.
Regaining the use of her limbs, Dianna raises her hands to Lea’s thighs, stroking up and down the inside with the pads of her thumbs. Lea pushes herself upright, hands returning to Dianna’s abdomen.
“Little higher,” Lea whispers, hips inching forwards as Dianna’s hands roam closer to the apex of her thighs. The blonde shakes her head, smirking and moves her hands away completely. “Please, Di? I’m aching for you.” She punctuates the statement by rolling her hips into Dianna’s again, whimpering softly.
“God,” Dianna whispers, hands returning to Lea’s legs, swift strokes finding their mark until long fingers push against the brunette’s entrance, barely dipping inside.
“Please.”
Unable to refuse Lea when she begs, Dianna eases two of her fingers into the brunette, watching as her head falls forward, mouth opening in a silent moan. Dianna takes her time, slowly sliding her fingers in and out, careful not to go too deep too fast. Her other hand continues stroking Lea’s toned thigh, matching the rhythm of her strokes inside the brunette.
“More, babe?” Dianna asks, smiling as Lea nods furiously, teeth biting down hard on her bottom lip “I can’t hear you.”
“More. Di, please. More,” the words tumble from Lea’s lips as she rocks her hips forwards, straining to take more of the blonde’s fingers inside her.
Dianna relents, thrusting her fingers upward, curling them on every third or fourth stroke as Lea’s moans and whimpers spur her on. She stares up at her wife, head thrown back, teeth biting down hard on her bottom lip, throat exposed, back arched, chest heaving. She moves her hand to Lea’s stomach, feeling the toned muscles ripple beneath her touch.
“So beautiful,” Dianna breathes, drawing Lea’s attention back to her. “I love you.” Lea nods her agreement, unable to form words as long, slender fingers start to draw circles around her clit, “I can’t believe I get to do this for the rest of my life. I get to see you like this, I get to feel you, I get to feel how much you want this, how much you want me.”
“God,” Lea groans, falling forward, planting her hands level with Dianna’s shoulders, “I need to… I… Dianna, please.”
Dianna’s fingers quicken, pressing hard against the throbbing bundle of nerves as her other hand works furiously, thrusting three fingers deep inside now.
“Come for me. I want to hear my name on your lips.”
Lea’s eyes close again as her muscles begin to contract around the fingers curling inside. Her moans start to rise musically, an ascending scale interspersed with the blonde’s name growled and drawn out; her hips roll against Dianna’s erratically and then shudder as her orgasm rushes over her body.
Breathing heavily, she lowers her body as Dianna slides her fingers out one last time, muscles twitching almost painfully at the loss of contact. Sighing contentedly, she presses a kiss to Dianna’s neck.
“I love you too.”
**
It’s raining torrentially when they arrive in New York and Jon is waiting, holding a small banner. He scoops Lea up in a bear hug and twirls her around before setting her back on her feet and turning to Dianna.
“Jon, no,” Dianna protests, holding up her hands, “No!”
Jon ignores her protestations and sweeps her off her feet, spinning her around a couple of times before she finds herself back on solid ground. She punches him lightly on the shoulder and he flinches away in mock-pain.
“I could sue you for that,” he says, looking to Lea for sympathy. The brunette shakes her head and grins.
“She’s not a twirler,” she says, sliding an arm around Dianna’s waist and smiling up at the blonde, “Not unless she’s doing the twirling anyway.”
Jon makes a face and reaches for their suitcases.
“That better not be some sort of code for bedroom… oh god, stop talking…” he chastises himself, closing his eyes as if that will help him erase the mental images assaulting his brain.
“Hmmm, twirling,” Dianna muses. “Babe, remember when I twirled you so much that you…”
“No! Stop!” Jon says, running out of the airport towing the cases behind him.
“And those times we twirled in the pool and on the pirate ship…” Lea adds, chasing after her best friend. Dianna follows on behind with a huge grin on her face, not caring that the rain is soaking her to the skin or that she has to dance around huge puddles to get to the car.
And when Lea snuggles into her as they’re being driven towards their apartment, Dianna realises that despite a disastrous proposal, her pre-wedding nightmare and getting a concussion whilst on her honeymoon, she’s pretty much the luckiest girl in the world.