Crazy Beautiful LifeAuthor: _takemebabyxRating:
Naya Rivera & Heather MorrisSummary:
Some days Mark was all Naya ended up talking about. It was Mark this, Mark that, Mark, Mark, Mark. Heather was just sick of it!Authors note:
Long time no fic. I haven't written in awhile. Oops. Anyways, this is for my meanie. It's my first heya/glee related fic... Bear with me.
This weekend, the Glee Cast were overseas - in London. They were performing on X-Factor, and Heather, for one, was really, really excited. It wasn’t like the cast got to go out and perform live all the time like most performers. Most of their performances were obviously filmed and then televised, so Heather always got really excited when they got to perform live somewhere. Plus, the whole cast turned into one giant family. Not only were they all best friends, but they were a little Glee family. And well, another good thing about this weekend was that she got to share a hotel room with Naya. Sure, Lea and Dianna would be in the same room also, but Lea and Dianna were almost always off in another word, often being what the fan girls called “Achele”. Apparently they thought there was some lesbian chemistry between Lea and Dianna. Well, everyone thought right, cause it was true, but Lea nor Dianna would ever admit that.
You could say the same for Heather and Naya. People assumed those things about them too. And well… It wasn’t like they were dating or anything… They were just best friends. Really good best friends. Really good lesbian best friends? Heather didn’t really know. Naya was always so on and off; sometimes Heather felt like she was just messing with her. Sometimes Heather felt like they were Brittany and Santana rather than Heather and Naya, and with the way things were headed for Brittany and Santana, personally, Heather didn’t really want to end up like them.
After their performance on X-Factor, the cast was going to go out for dinner, but Heather headed back to the hotel. Naya followed behind her, only inches behind her as Heather rushed up to their hotel room. Right now, she was kind of pissed off. Actually, she was more jealous than pissed off. Sure, she and Naya had a moment on that stage - standing their hand in hand. But then there was Mark. He was just… looking at Naya all longingly… And ugh, Heather was just so jealous of him! Some days Mark was all Naya ended up talking about. It was Mark this, Mark that, Mark, Mark, Mark. Heather was just sick of it! Naya just didn’t seem to get that it upset her, either. Heather didn’t know why it upset her… Maybe… Maybe because she loved Naya… What? Well, maybe…
“Heather, come on,” Naya complained, following after the blonde girl. “Will you slow down? Why don’t you come back downstairs so we can go eat with everyone else?” Naya asked, trying to get her to come back downstairs. But Heather just ignored her, putting the key card into the door so they could get inside. “Will you at least talk to me? What the hell is going on with you?!” Naya exclaimed, obviously frustrated that her best friend was acting this way.
Heather unzipped her dress, stepping out of it. She kept her mouth shut, still not saying a word to Naya. Then, she walked past the girl, heading into the bathroom. Heather shut the door and Naya sighed, staring at the closed door. Was Heather being serious right now? Because whatever this was, this was ridiculous. She couldn’t recall anything she did for Heather to be mad. It took her a moment, but then she realized what it probably was. Mark. Sometimes.. Well, Naya and Mark may have had a thing once upon a time, and they just might revisit that thing every so often… But now? Now nothing was going on with them. All Naya was trying to do was figure out what she wanted with Heather. She just wanted to figure out how she could be with Heather, and only Heather. She just wanted everything to be perfect and make sense.
Naya walked towards the door, knocking on it lightly, “Heather,” Naya said, her voice quiet. “Open the door.” Naya said. When she didn’t get a response, she reached for the doorknob, praying that it would be unlocked. Much to her surprise, it was, so Naya turned the doorknob and walked inside, shutting the door behind her. Heather was just standing there in front of the mirror, a sad look on her face. “I know what this is about.” Naya said, stepping in front of Heather.
Heather crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head a little. “I’m sure you do.” Heather shrugged, not making eye contact with Naya. She felt vulnerable around her right now.
“It’s about Mark, isn’t it?” Naya asked, leaning back against the counter she was standing in front of. “How many times to I have to tell you that I’m done with that? I’m done with him?”
Heather rolled her eyes, keeping her head turned away from Naya, “How could I be so sure? Because those looks you were giving each other? Yeah, there’s something there, Naya. And how can I even be sure with you? You’ve jumped from me to Mark so many times that I don’t even know anymore!” Heather exclaimed, letting out a dramatic sigh.
“Heather, will you just shut up and listen to me? Damn, it would be nice if you just trusted me for once.” Naya rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “There’s nothing going on with me and Mark. Not anymore, okay?”
Heather turned to look at Naya, studying her face. She seemed sincere enough. Naya would never lie to her face like that. But that wasn’t enough. She didn’t just want Naya’s word, she wanted to show Naya why she was the better choice. She wanted to make her forget that someone named Mark ever existed. So without another word, Heather closed the space between them, her lips crashing into Naya’s. Naya let out a quiet moan, surprised, but not really, at the contact. Naya slowly wrapped her arms around Heather’s slender waist, but that was quickly ruined as Heather began to practically rip the dark haired girl’s clothes off.
The next thing Naya knew, her clothes were laying on the bathroom floor, and she had managed to get herself on top of the counter in the bathroom. She could feel Heather’s lips trace over every inch of her body; her neck, her chest, her stomach, her inner thighs. Heather knew all the right places, and suddenly had Naya wondering why she didn’t just decide to stick with just Heather a long time ago. Naya tried to find some surface on the counter to grip, letting out quiet moans as Heather’s hands and lips continued to go all over her body. She finally managed to grab hold of one of the towel racks, supporting herself as Heather slowed her kisses a little bit.
Heather looked up at Naya, watching her for a moment as she stared back down at her with hungry eyes. Heather let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head softly before she reached up, resting her hand son Naya’s hips. She slowly dragged her fingertips over her stomach, and then eventually downward. She slipped a hand in between the brunette’s legs, feeling the wetness that was already there just from their intense make out session. Heather smirked, loving that that was all that it took for Naya to get turned on. Heather definitely knew how to work her. Heather thought about teasing her, but then the other part of her just wanted to get on with it. She just wanted to make Naya scream like she never did before.
Without any warning, Heather quickly slipped two fingers inside of the girl, causing her to moan. Naya’s moans were making Heather herself wet. She almost wanted to give up and just have Naya have her way with her. But no. This was her time to have her way with Naya. Heather began drawing her fingers in and out of the girl slowly at first, teasing her just a little bit. “Heather….” Naya quietly cried out, wanting more. “Heather, please,” She groaned, resting her head back against the mirror.
Heather granted her wishes, but not really. She only pulled her fingers out a little bit faster, inserting them at the same speed. She wanted to really build this one up for Naya. She wanted this to be unlike any sex she had ever had before. Naya whimpered underneath the blonde girl - almost as a plead to get on with it already. But it wasn’t going to be that easy. Heather wouldn’t give into her moans or whimpers. She was going to do this her way.
The blonde started to pick up the pace as she leaned forward, pressing a kiss against Naya’s clit. She drew her fingers in and out of her at a quicker pace, Naya getting wetter and wetter by the minute. “Oh god, Heather,” Naya quietly moaned. This was just too much. She was about to explode. Heather smiled, taking that as a sign that Naya was enjoying every minute of this.
Heather pulled her fingers out of her, only to shove them back in at a different angle, causing Naya to scream out with pleasure. Heather sucked on her clit, moving her tongue around it in small circles as she curled her fingers inside of her. “Heather, oh god,” Naya moaned loudly, bucking her hips a little against the other girl.
It didn’t take much longer for Naya to reach her climax. After a moment, Heather felt Naya’s walls clench around her fingers. Heather smirked, keeping her fingers moving as Naya rode out her orgasm. Once she was finished, Heather pulled her fingers out of the girl. She stood up, placing her fingers in her mouth. She sucked away all of Naya’s juices and then gave the naked girl a smirk. She let out a quiet giggle, watching as she laid there on the counter, sweaty and beautiful, trying to catch her breath.
Heather placed her hands on her waist, shaking her head lightly, “See if Mark can ever make you feel that way.” Heather said. And without another word, she walked out of the bathroom, leaving Naya there in all her glory.