Fic: A Day of Good Ideas
Title: A Day of Good Ideas
Author: fullyajar
Pairings: Heather/Naya
Summary: Heather is severely sunburnt, and Naya can barely touch her without her cringing - but there was this romantic night she had planned for the two of them… Based on a prompt by Hemo’sRealityOfMoment last summer. Sorry it’s so late!
Rating: NC-17. What else?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I do not know these people, and this did not happen in real life.
Word count: ~6000
It had not been a day of good ideas. Naya can see that much. It had started out innocently enough: the plane had landed, they’d gotten home, and, not wanting to waste the sun that had been dreadfully absent on tour in the UK, they’d changed into their bikinis, dragged a thick blanket and towels outside, and laid down side by side to sleep off the jetlag and enjoy some hard-earned shut-eye. That had been a good idea. But forgetting to put on sunscreen? Not so much.
Heather whimpers again and rubs her butt where Naya had inoffensively slapped her a minute ago - forgetting, for a moment, about Heather’s terrible sunburn. She grimaces guiltily at the white imprint of her hand slowly fading on Heather’s skin. Another bad idea of the day.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” Heather murmurs sullenly as they make their way upstairs. Her pout would have been adorable if her lips weren’t so chapped with heat.
“I was asleep too!” Naya defends, biting her lip apologetically. They’d only been in the sun for a few hours, and she, Naya, rarely ever burns, but Heather, with her pale skin and freckleless complexion, had burned like Naya hadn’t thought possible. The blonde winces again as she takes the last step upstairs and accidentally brushes against the wall with her hip.
“I woke for a second and told you you were burning, but you just grumbled at me and turned over,” Naya continues.
“I don’t even remember that. Now I’m burnt on both sides. Great,” Heather hisses as she sits down on Naya’s double bed tentatively. The silk sheets pull at the skin of her thighs, and she looks up at Naya with a pout.
Naya smiles adoringly and leans down to place a soothing kiss on Heather’s lips, licking gently across her lips to wet the dry skin and carefully brushing a lock of hair out of her face.
“Better?”
Heather shrugs, although there’s a faint smile on her lips. “A little.”
Naya kisses her again, and then, as she pulls away, says “Wait here.”
“Won’t be difficult,” Heather grumbles. “I can barely move.”
Naya looks over her shoulder with an empathetic smile as she enters the bathroom. It feels good to be home - familiar surroundings, no pressure to do anything, a double bed to share - though Naya doubts she and Heather would do anything but sleep tonight since the mere touch of skin on burnt skin makes Heather whimper in pain. Welcome home, she thinks somewhat bitterly, eyeing the candles lining the bathtub waiting faithfully to be lit. Although she’d never admit to Heather (the blonde would tease her with it endlessly), she’d bought candles and bath salts before going on tour in anticipation of when they would be home together again. The tour, with its crazy schedule, exhausting rehearsals, draining shows (especially for Heather), and separate hotel rooms barely allowed enough time to take a long shower, let alone plan a romantic night in. The most lovin’ they’d had the last month was an exciting, desperate quickie in the changing rooms before the fourth night in London and a heated make-out session in which Naya somehow lost her panties in the airplane bathroom before Dianna had come knocking and interrupted them. Always Dianna, she thinks with a smirk.
“Do you have any softer sheets?” Heather calls from the other room.
“No babe, sorry.” What’s softer than silk, anyway?
Heather grumbles something unhappily but Naya doesn’t catch it. She rummages through the bathroom shelf until she finds what’s she’s looking for.
When she comes back into her bedroom, she smiles affectionately at the sight that greets her: Heather is still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking under her own arm as she fumbles with the tie of her bikini behind her. Naya covers a giggle when the blonde’s face scrunches up with frustration when the knot doesn’t come undone, and she’s left pulling and tugging on the ties, barely able to bend around because of the way it tears at her skin like ripping paper. The ties dig into her skin when she pulls too hard, and she winces in pain. A white streak on her skin blooms slowly back to red, and Heather lets out a sigh of resentment. Naya can’t help but chuckle lightly. It’s like watching a puppy get tied up in its own leash - both adorable and unfortunate.
“Babe,” Naya says with a chuckle. Heather looks up and her frustrated expression turns indignant when she sees Naya ambling closer with a smile of amusement and a poor attempt at covering a laugh.
“Don’t laugh!” she chastises, although she can’t help but smile a little herself. “This stupid bikini… I can’t get it off. Tell me why I let you talk me into buying it again?”
“Because you look super hot in it,” Naya answers simply, grinning impishly and checking out Heather’s flawless body shamelessly. Killer legs, flawless abs, voluptuous breasts, enticing - if slightly chapped - lips, and bright blue eyes made all the brighter by the contrast with red. The blonde looks as stunning as ever - sunburn and all. Heather blushes at the loaded glance - or, at least, she would have, if it were possible for her face to get any redder. Naya chuckles again.
“I should have bought a burkini. Then only my face would be sunburnt,” Heather jokes, and Naya scrunches up her face in distaste.
“No way. You can’t waste a body like yours by hiding it. You should always be naked.”
Heather grins and reaches forward to trace her hands up Naya’s thighs. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmmhmm,” Naya replies with a sly grin and a nod, and then presses lightly on Heather’s shoulder. “Lay down on your stomach,” she commands. When Heather winces as she moves, she adds quickly, “Careful. I hurt when you hurt.”
“I bet I hurt more,” Heather murmurs, and whines with pain when she turns over onto her stomach on the fabric of the bed sheet. Naya winces internally.
With exceeding care, she positions herself over Heather’s prone body, straddling the blonde’s hips over her bikini bottoms. Heather tenses, ready for more pain, but Naya touches down lightly, holding herself up, and slowly Heather relaxes again.
“I won’t hurt you, babe,” Naya assures, and Heather smiles affectionately, some of her annoyance at the crappy situation dissipating.
She shifts her hold on the aloe vera gel she brought from the bathroom, flicks open the tube, and squeezes some of the green goo out onto Heather’s shoulders. The blonde jerks in surprise.
“Cold!”
“Good.” She gently presses her hands onto the gel and begins lathering Heather’s shoulders. The blonde shivers beneath her - and then instantly takes in a sharp breath as the slight movement scratches the fabric of the bed over her tender skin.
“Please be careful,” she says softly, her shoulders tense with anticipation of more pain.
“I will. Just relax. And lay still or you’ll hurt yourself.” Naya kneads her hands into Heather’s shoulders, curving around her shoulder blades to the strap of her bikini.
With reluctance, Heather relaxes her shoulders and melts into the silk sheets. Naya smiles.
Her hands work the gel meticulously into Heather’s skin, visiting spots again and again until she’s sure she’s passed over them enough to have pushed the healing gel into Heather’s pores. Her hands massage higher, lathering on more gel, and curve over the top of Heather’s shoulders. She loops her fingers around the place where neck meets shoulders, digging her fingertips into the curve around the muscle. She adds more gel, warming it between her hands briefly so it doesn’t shock Heather when she presses her hands against both of Heather’s upper arms simultaneously, then brings them together on her left and massages her skin with the healing ointment. It’s more than putting on gel now - it’s a massage - and Naya can’t deny that she’s kind of enjoying herself. Who wouldn’t want the chance to use a massage and eager hands to heal Heather’s hurts?
The blonde moves her arms to give Naya better access, and Naya briefly squeezes Heather’s hand. She leans down, holding herself up on one arm and hovering over Heather’s body, and places a tender kiss on the back of Heather’s neck. Heather lets out a relaxed sigh, and turns her face, but winces slightly and just rests her head back on the pillow. Naya kisses her cheek affectionately, and brushes gel across the spot she just kissed. Heather crinkles her nose and buries her face into her pillow.
“Disucks…” she mumbles, and Naya smiles.
She fumbles briefly with the tie of the bikini - Heather hadn’t been struggling for nothing - and it comes undone. There’s a perfectly white outline where the strap and bow had laid across Heather’s back. Naya decides not to tell her, and just lathers on more gel.
She works her way down Heather’s back carefully, kneading her hands on her raw skin smoothly, curving into the ridge of her spine, dipping into the dimples above her bikini bottoms, and gently pulling down the edge of them to caress the sensitive border of white and red. Heather sighs again, and Naya can feel her relaxing under her careful ministrations and the healing influence of the aloe.
“Better?” she asks hopefully.
“Mmhmm,” Heather just mumbles into her pillow.
Naya shimmies down and scoots off her to continue lathering aloe on Heather’s burnt legs. The dancer’s muscles undulate under her touch, and Naya raises an eyebrow suspiciously when she catches the movement of Heather’s hips pressing surreptitiously into the bed.
Was Heather getting… turned on by this?
She gets her answer when Heather lets out another sigh, this time tinged with arousal when she runs her hands over the inside of her upper thighs. She lifts the edge of her bikini along the tan line and dips her fingers underneath it. Heather sighs again. The end of the sigh turns into a moan, and by the way it’s quickly cut off, Naya’s pretty sure Heather hadn’t meant for it to be audible. She smirks. So it’s that type of massage, huh?
She continues her ministrations along the tan line and bikini line on Heather’s butt, and Heather lets out another sigh. However, it quickly turns into a sharp intake of breath when Naya suddenly squeezes her butt. Heather raises her head out of the pillow and chuckles. Naya grins, the heated mood somewhat sobered by humor, and continues with the lotion.
Even the back of Heather’s heels are burnt. She touches them up quickly, and when she reaches Heather’s feet, so innocently exposed and expecting no danger, she can’t resist: she tickles her fingers over the soles and giggles.
Instantly, Heather’s legs jerk away and her body jolts off the bed as she squeals - a squeal that turns into a cry of agony as her full body scrapes across the fabric.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow…” she whimpers, and Naya grimaces guiltily.
“I’m sorry!”
“Naya…” Heather murmurs unhappily, and buries her face back into her pillow. Naya nudges her shoulder and gently rolls Heather over, hovering above her and cupping her face in her hand.
“I’m sorry, babe,” she murmurs, lightly circling her thumb on Heather’s cheek. She brings her face down and tentatively brushes her lips across Heather’s. She smells aloe on her hands and on Heather’s cheek, the scent permeated into her skin, but it’s not wholly unpleasant.
“You said you’d be careful,” Heather murmurs against Naya’s lips.
“I know, it was a bad idea,” she concedes, pulling back slightly. One of many today.
“You can say that again.”
“It was a bad idea,” Naya repeats. Heather’s tense expression relaxes somewhat as she smiles despite herself.
“Lame.”
“But funny.”
“Barely.”
“You laughed,” Naya points out.
“I smiled,” Heather corrects. “There’s a difference. Smiling doesn’t hurt as bad as laughing.”
“Shall I put some more aloe on you so you can laugh at my jokes?”
“You’re going to need more than aloe to make that happen,” Heather teases with a smile.
“Hey!” Naya cries indignantly, and raises a hand to tickle Heather’s stomach. Instantly, Heather cries out.
“Aah! Stop!”
It’s her expression of alarm more than her words that stop Naya in her tracks, and she cries out too. “Aah! I almost did it again!”
“You’re terrible!”
“I know! I shouldn’t be anywhere near you today! I just keep hurting you!” She shifts away from Heather, meaning to get up to prove her conviction, but the blonde reaches out her arm and grabs Naya’s hand to stop her.
“No. Don’t go,” Heather pleads. Naya stops and holds Heather’s gaze. Her eyebrows are knit together, and despite the sunburn, Naya knows her expression: it’s begging her to stay… and - something else. The blonde licks her lips subtly, glances down Naya’s bikini-clad body, and presses her legs together almost imperceptibly. Naya raises a curious eyebrow. Heather sees her expression and quickly blurts out, “Aloe.”
Yeah right, Naya thinks with a sly smile. I’m sure that that’s what you were thinking of.
Without a word, Naya sits back on the bed and goes up on her knees, her calves pressed beneath her on her sheets next to Heather’s stretched out body. Heather’s hand rests absentmindedly on her left thigh, and the blonde is looking at her intently.
Slowly, she opens the tube again and lathers the gel on her palms. She’s careful to make a bit of a show out of it: her back is more arched than it needs to be, jutting her bikini-clad breasts forward and emphasizing the shallow lines over the muscles of her abs; her lip is pulled between her teeth as though she’s enjoying the feeling of the gel as it warms between her palms; she shifts her hips so she brushes slightly against Heather’s thigh, not enough to hurt her burning skin, but enough to make the blonde tilt her head questioningly; and her eyes are locked into Heather’s, a faint knowing smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Achingly slowly, she lifts her leg and shifts her body so that she’s straddling Heather’s hips.
“Where do you want me?” she asks, voice a third lower than normal. Heather’s eyes widen, an eyebrow rising curiously, and Naya raises her gel-covered hands innocently. “I mean my hands, of course.”
Heather licks her lips, eyes roaming briefly over Naya’s curved body hovering over her and her hands automatically coming to rest on Naya’s thighs around her hips. Her eyes finally come back to Naya’s face, and she croaks out, “Everywhere.”
Naya chuckles, a corner of her mouth coming up in a crooked smile. “Greedy.”
“Tease,” Heather counters, nose crinkling in a playful grin, which is instantly replaced by a pained grimace. Lines of white following the curves of her wrinkles shine brightly on her burnt nose. “Ouch.”
“Aaw…” Naya purrs, and bends down over Heather. Her abs tense at the position, and her hips shift so they press down on Heather’s. She takes in a sharp breath. “Let me make it better.”
With a quick flick of her finger, she brushes gel over Heather’s nose, who crinkles up her forehead in response, but smiles nonetheless. “Thanks,” she murmurs, a note of sarcasm in her voice. Naya rests an elbow next to Heather’s face and breathes out sharply onto Heather’s smiling lips. Their eyes lock and her words come out as a voiceless whisper.
“Anytime.”
She holds the moment a second more, but then Heather makes a sweet, soft pleading sound at the back of her throat and tilts her face up, and their lips collide with delicious pressure. Naya breathes out her lust against Heather’s lips as she pushes her tongue against them, begging entrance. She gives access immediately, head tilting up further to let Naya slide her tongue over lips, teeth, tongue - a flick, a breath in, an eager twirl, and suddenly Heather’s hand is at the back of her neck and her hips grind up, pushing and pulling simultaneously. Heather lets out another whine, a combination of pain and pleasure, and Naya feels a familiar jump low in her abdomen. Fuck.
Heather chuckles beneath her, and Naya realizes she’s said it aloud. She pulls back, savoring the subtle smacking sound of lips leaving lips (only for a moment), and takes in Heather’s smiling face. Her eyes are slightly closed, burnt lids pulled over blue irises just visible beneath long blonde lashes. Her blonde hair is pushed back from her forehead, leaping down from her hairline in a waterfall of shining silk to meet the beige silk sheets below. Her chapped lips are covered in a thin wet layer of herself and Naya combined. She licks across them subconsciously, and her eyes flutter open.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Because I want to look at you.”
Heather lets out a displeased huff. ‘Why?’ the gesture says.
“You’re beautiful,” Naya murmurs, and brings her lips down to leave feathery kisses on her lips.
“Ha.” Heather tips her face up and nudges Naya’s nose playfully. “I look like a cooked lobster.”
“I like lobsters,” Naya counters with a laugh and a nudge back. Her bottom lip catches on Heather’s top lip and tugs it a fraction of an inch up before she pulls back again.
“Seafood. Typical.”
Naya giggles with her as Heather’s body vibrates with laughter.
“You’re my lobster,” she blurts out suddenly, and Heather’s laughter ceases. She locks her gaze with Naya’s, and her lips slowly stretch into a wide smile. FRIENDS reference, Naya thinks with a matching smile. Never fails.
“Aaw,” Heather purrs. A hand comes up to the side of Naya’s face and holds there as Heather holds her gaze and her smile continues to grow. Suddenly, an impish twinkle lights up her eyes, and she breaks out laughing, smashing the tender moment Naya had hoped to set up. “You’re such a sap!” she manages between heaving giggles.
“Hey!”
“You are! Here I am, burnt to a crisp, and you’re quoting Phoebe Buffay to woo me!”
“I was just - “ Naya protests.
“I know, I know,” Heather consoles her with giggles. Naya frowns in disapproval. So much for romance. Heather catches her expression and presses her lips together to control her laughter.
“Heather…” Naya chastises, somewhat stung.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Heather lets out between giggles.
“It’s been ages since we’ve - ”
Heather shushes her, her body still slightly vibrating with laughter. When she sobers up enough to take in a deep breath, the breath out repeats her earlier words with earnestness. “I know.”
Still caught up in being made fun of, Naya opens her mouth to retort something, but Heather presses her lips up and stops her. The kiss is hard, needy, and sends shocks through Naya’s body that hold her frozen even when Heather pulls back.
“I know,” Heather echoes, her eyes luminous and intent.
Naya holds her gaze for a second - and then smiles, Heather’s untimely giggle fit forgotten in light of the lust and love shining up at her through her bright blue eyes. Heather’s body deflates beneath her at Naya’s expression, her breath coming out in a sigh of Naya’s name as the blonde simultaneously pulls at the back of her neck and brings their lips together in another heated kiss.
Naya moans lightly as Heather sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and flicks her tongue out against it.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers.
“I didn’t go anywhere, silly,” Heather reminds her.
“I know. But I still missed you.” Heather smiles.
“I missed you too.”
Naya dips her face down and presses firm kisses on Heather’s lower lip and along her jawline. Her body is humming with excitement, and Heather shifts beneath her as her arms come up and run through her loose hair. She hears a short intake of breath, a reflex of pain as Heather’s skin rubs the sheets, but a quick shake of Heather’s head and a pull on her neck to bring her back to kissing tells Naya to ignore it.
Her hands are still resting next to Heather’s head, and when she lifts them, the aloe on her palms sticks briefly against the sheets. Right. That’s what I was doing, she thinks with an amused chuckle.
Heather tilts her face up as Naya flicks her tongue against the skin of her neck. She bites softly on the tight skin over the tendon of her neck - enough to get an aroused and slight pained whine breathed from Heather’s lips straight to her ear. Her lips find Heather’s earlobe, she sucks it into her mouth, and the dancer’s body bucks beneath her. Heather’s hands tighten in her curls and she softly cries her encouragement.
Naya doesn’t need it. She arches over Heather and brings her idle hands to the girl’s neck, kneading in the leftover aloe in the spot her lips just vacated. No matter how tempting it is to throw herself completely into making Heather melt beneath her lips, there’s no need for her to still be in pain tomorrow from the bad ideas of today. When the stickiness is spread away, her hand briefly searches the sheets for the tube of aloe, finds it, and reapplies.
Meanwhile, her lips haven’t stopped moving. Her left hand pulls aside a strap of Heather’s bikini still hanging loosely over her chest as her tongue skims over the bright white line of skin. She follows it with tenacious accuracy until the whiteness spreads and Heather’s chest rises with the slow upward curve of her breast. Naya quickly lifts her bikini over her neck and flings it aside before bringing her lips back to the delta of white skin above Heather’s nipple.
Heather whines softly above her and pulls on her neck, guiding her lower. Naya resists the pressure with a wicked smile and skims her lips just above her nipple. Her bottom lip ghosts over the sensitive skin of Heather’s areola, and she pulls back to nip with taunt lips above it instead - staying always away from where Heather is impatiently guiding her. Heather whines again, and Naya smirks when she realizes that the parts of Heather’s body where the teasing is most effective (and most fun) are also the parts where burnt skin isn’t an issue to keep in mind. Finally, a good idea.
In a moment of inspiration, Naya dips down, twirls her tongue around Heather’s nipple once, eliciting a high-pitched moan, and then pulls back completely. She straightens her back and looks down on Heather’s slightly writhing figure with satisfaction. The girl has arched her back off the sheets in an attempt to push up against Naya’s teasing lips and has her head pressed back into the bed, her lips parted and her eyes closed.
Instead of lips, Naya presses her still cold palms, coated with aloe, on Heather’s burnt skin above the white outline of her bikini top. Heather takes in a breath of surprise and her eyelids flicker open.
“What are you doing?” she pleads.
“Healing you.” She rubs in the aloe, pressing her fingertips along the red borders.
“What I need to be healed of right now is sexual frustration,” Heather hisses, digging her nails into Naya’s thighs to prove her point.
Naya chuckles wickedly. “Oh, I’ll get to that in a minute.” Her fingers brush the outside curve of Heather’s breasts. She’s already touched up that area, but another layer can’t hurt, right?
“Tease,” Heather breathes out, her eyes shutting tight and her tongue flicking out against her chapped lips subconsciously.
“Mmhmm,” Naya agrees simply, and applies more gel on her hands. She brings them down on the flat of Heather’s stomach, her skin burning to be touched (Literally), and the blonde takes in another surprised breath. Instead of spreading, she stills her hands and uses the pressure to lean down and - finally, she can practically hear the blonde think - close her mouth around Heather’s nipple. She teases her lips over the soft skin and presses her tongue against it. With Heather’s subdued noises spurring her on, she presses down harder, dipping her tongue around the soft nub in her mouth and pressing into her breast. Heather’s noises spike an octave.
“Oh - oh -“
She lifts away and clamps her mouth on Heather’s other breast, her hand coming up to knead the vacant breast. It’s a waste of aloe vera since the skin is pale and unburnt, but Naya doubts Heather will mind. She pinches her nipple while her tongue encircles the other, and Heather moans her answer.
Her hands are back in her hair, and a subtle push guides Naya’s kisses lower - over curving white skin, to the border of red, along a shallow grove of Heather’s stomach to dip her tongue into her belly button. Her flat abs vibrate beneath her kisses with a combination of arousal and laughter - Heather’s always been ridiculously ticklish, and Naya’s yet to find a way to completely deactivate her laughter mechanism during sex.
As Naya moves lower, her chin nudging the edge of Heather’s bikini bottoms, her hands follow. She’s got a system going here. She chuckles to herself at the realization, but yeah - teasing or no, she knows what’s she doing. Kissing aloe-skin - not so fun. So, first mouth and lips (and tongue and teeth, for that matter), and only then hands and aloe.
She spreads her hands over Heather’s toned stomach, carefully lathering on the remaining aloe, and then pulls the top of Heather’s bikini between her teeth. She breathes out, and Heather squirms beneath her at the rush of hot air that floats beneath her bikini. Naya lets the strap snap back sharply against her skin without thinking. Instantly, Heather squeaks a high note of pain.
“I’m sorry!” she squeaks back.
“Aah - don’t care,” the blonde breathes out. “Don’t stop.”
Naya has no intention of doing so, of course, but she’s sure to be a little more careful. She veers right, pulls the tie of Heather’s bikini bottom between her teeth, and pulls the bow loose in one swift movement. The other side follows swiftly. Heather spreads her legs ever so slightly and cants her hips up, and Naya pulls the garment away.
She smiles at the sight below her and rests her hands on Heather’s hips to hold her steady. Red… white… pink…
She catches Heather looking at her, reading her mind. She twists her hips up, beckoning Naya to go down. Naya smirks and does.
The first taste is intoxicating. It’s everything Naya’s been missing the last few weeks. It’s the chance to savor a moment with Heather - quickies and airplane bathrooms barely gave either of them the chance to undress, let alone do this. Heather whimpers with pleasure as Naya dips her tongue down again, slipping between her folds and pulling her wetness over her clit achingly slowly. She pulls her tongue back and runs it over the roof of her mouth, sighing her delight at the taste. Her bottom lip is wet; she pulls it between her teeth.
“Naya,” Heather whines softly, and her hips gyrate up impatiently. There’s no rush for Naya, but for Heather… Well, I did promise I’d ‘heal’ her… Naya muses with amusement.
Before Heather’s hips even alight back onto the sheets, Naya has dipped down and thrust her tongue inside her. Her wet heat encloses her tongue as she presses deep and flicks up. Heather lets out a soft cry and reaches down a hand to the top of Naya’s head to hold her there. Naya pulls her tongue slightly out and runs it flat through Heather’s folds, ending at her clit. She toys her tongue around the small nub for a second, runs her hands down over Heathers hips, and positions her fingers around Heather’s entrance, stroking gently through her folds without entering.
“Oh, Naya, please, I need you,” Heather mutters, her hips flicking up wantonly with the rhythm Naya’s tongue is setting against her clit.
With a hard press of her tongue, Naya thrusts two fingers into Heather’s waiting slit. The blonde cries out, her body twitches as she grinds down on her pulsating digits, and her nails dig into Naya’s scalp. Naya spares a thought for the abuse the skin of Heather’s back must be enduring with all her squirming, but doesn’t dwell on it. If Heather’s cries are anything to go by, she’s completely ignoring any pain.
The rhythm comes easily. On tour, it was hard grinding and hands slipped into panties, rubbing to quick release. But Naya starts slow, pushing her fingers deep and then pulling out almost completely before working back in, while her tongue simultaneously laps at Heather’s clit and through her slick folds. She slides her tongue down, curves away from Heather’s body and savors the taste again. Heather…
Naya realizes Heather murmurs her name, and she looks up briefly, but Heather has her head tilted back onto the sheets, her back slightly arched off the sheets and a hand tangled in her own hair as well as Naya’s, oblivious to everything but the pleasure gently coursing through her - she’s whispering Naya’s name subconsciously. Naya smirks, and pushes her fingers particularly deep. Heather moans.
She increases the rhythm, pulling and pushing her fingers in shallow, hard thrusts while her tongue draws circles around Heather’s clit. Heather cries out in surprise and tilts her hips to receive Naya’s fingers and tongue better. Her chest is heaving in short breaths, and her hand tightens in Naya’s hair as her thick moans increase in pitch.
“Oh, oh - that feels - oh, Naya - ”
Naya can feel Heather tensing in anticipation beneath her, the movement of her hips becoming deliberate and rigid and her thighs pulling taut next to her, and she knows she’s almost there. She pushes in deep, swirls her fingers in a tight, hard circle, and presses the flat of her tongue onto Heather’s clit. With a cry, Heather comes, her body quivering beneath Naya and her hips bucking up with the aftershocks.
Naya carefully laps against Heather’s clit, her fingers still curled wonderfully inside her, and brings her down. Heather’s hips shudder one last time, and then her body pools onto the sheets like a melted liquid. Naya grins at the goofy, completely satisfied smile plastered on Heather’s face and the way her cheeks have taken on an even deeper shade of red.
Naya slides her fingers out of Heather and wipes them on her inner thigh, leaving a smear across red skin. She smirks and licks over Heather’s center once more so the girl shudders in surprise before sitting up and grabbing the tube of aloe.
“What are you doing?” Heather murmurs, her words slurred.
“Your legs,” Naya explains as she lathers some aloe on her hands and runs them over Heather’s thighs and legs.
“You’re amazing.”
Naya slides her hands over Heather’s feet, resisting the urge to tickle her - she remembers what happened last time. When she’s done, she sits back, tosses the tube of aloe over the side of the bed, and states triumphantly, “There. All done.”
Heather smiles and beckons. “Come here.”
Slowly, Naya crawls up Heather’s body, careful not to scrape her skin, and gently presses down her lips when Heather tilts her face up expectantly.
“You still have your bikini on,” Heather murmurs, and pulls at the ties on Naya’s back.
“Do you want me to take it off?”
“Yes.” Heather’s smirk is priceless in its almost childlike enthusiasm as Naya lifts up and shimmies off her bikini and lets her top fall off her shoulders. She roams her eyes over Naya’s naked body, and Naya smiles at her hungry, appreciative expression.
“Better?”
“Much. Lay down.”
Naya complies, and within seconds, Heather is hovering over her and has her lips pressed to her neck, biting gently and sucking the skin until Naya has to warn her not to leave hickeys.
“Why not? It’s not like we’re going to see anyone the next two days,” Heather murmurs as she pulls Naya’s earlobe into her mouth and flicks her tongue into her ear. Naya briefly loses her thoughts.
“We’re not?”
“No, definitely not. I’m going to stay in bed and heal…” She pauses and pulls back with a grin, “… and make up for all the nights we didn’t spend together the last month.”
Naya smiles with her. “That sounds good.”
“So…?” Heather asks, sucking lightly, questioningly on Naya’s neck.
“Carry on,” she says with a giggle.
Within minutes, she’s panting beneath Heather as the blonde kneads her breast in her hand and sucks the nipple of the other into her mouth. She lets out a soft cry when Heather grazes her teeth over it, and her breathing hitches again. Her heart is beating fast, her pulse pressing against her temples and against the crimson hickey in her neck in a staccato rhythm of arousal.
Heather shifts her weight, and Naya sees her wince with pain.
“Aw, babe,” she murmurs sympathetically.
“It’s fine, I feel much better.”
“But if it hurts - ”
“But nothing. I’ve missed this way to much to let a little thing like a sunburn get in my way,” Heather tells her resolutely. She ghosts her free hand over the plane of Naya’s stomach and presses her fingers between her legs. Naya’s abdomen contracts in surprise and pleasure, she tilts her head back, and she forgets her argument. “Now… stop worrying about me and just - “
Heather slips a finger inside her, finding wet heat, and Naya lets out a whimper of pleasure.
“Yes, that,” Heather mutters against her breast. Naya can feel her smiling.
Heather knows exactly what she likes and how to give it to her, and Naya enjoys every second. Every second that Heather twirls her tongue around her nipple and sucks it into her mouth until Naya arches into her touch. Every second that Heather dips and presses her fingers deep, curling up and hitting the spot that makes Naya cry out. Every second that marks another beat in the slowly increasing rhythm of Heather’s thrusts, making Naya tilt up her hips to meet her and moan softly in time with Heather’s fingers.
She digs her fingertips into Heather’s arm, nails scratching over sensitive skin, but she doesn’t see the way Heather winces because her eyes are shut tight and there’s stars flaring across her vision. Heather adds another finger, and Naya’s stomach tenses as she feels the stretch of it - briefly uncomfortable, but then Heather curls her fingers and it feels so fucking good that she’s crying out Heather’s name without meaning to. Her body tenses, her thighs shudder, and her hips refuse to listen to her command to meet Heather’s thrusts, but it doesn’t matter because Heather’s long fingers are touching her exactly as she needs to be touched anyway.
“… close… so close…” she murmurs, barely coherent. In response, Heather swirls her thumb, coated in with wetness, around Naya’s clit, and it’s the end for her. Her body curls around Heather’s hand, her hips bucking and her breast pressing hard up into Heather’s lips; every muscle strains and pulsates with pleasure and she feels Heather’s long fingers pulled even deeper into her. She moans her happiness, a giddy, light sound that she knows makes Heather smile like a fool. She still feels the blonde curl her fingers, but the rhythm is slower, following Naya’s body as her movements slow and she comes down gently.
“Wow,” she sighs as her eyes slide shut and her body relaxes. Heather’s hand is underneath her, cradling her body gently as she pulls her fingers out of her and palms her hand up her body.
“You should see your face right now,” Heather teases with a grin.
“You should see your face right now,” she counters. Smiling like a fool. Exactly as she’d predicted. A red fool. She giggles happily, and pulls Heather against her. “That was….” She pauses, searching for words. When she can’t find them, she settles, with a short sigh, for, “Really, really great.”
“And a long time coming,” Heather replies with a grin. “No pun intended.”
“Sure…” Naya murmurs, and pulls Heather down onto her lips.
All things considered, Naya thinks as she turns over and Heather loops her arms around her with a deep sigh, settling into the welcome warmth of each other, We did have some good ideas today…
Author: fullyajar
Pairings: Heather/Naya
Summary: Heather is severely sunburnt, and Naya can barely touch her without her cringing - but there was this romantic night she had planned for the two of them… Based on a prompt by Hemo’sRealityOfMoment last summer. Sorry it’s so late!
Rating: NC-17. What else?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I do not know these people, and this did not happen in real life.
Word count: ~6000
It had not been a day of good ideas. Naya can see that much. It had started out innocently enough: the plane had landed, they’d gotten home, and, not wanting to waste the sun that had been dreadfully absent on tour in the UK, they’d changed into their bikinis, dragged a thick blanket and towels outside, and laid down side by side to sleep off the jetlag and enjoy some hard-earned shut-eye. That had been a good idea. But forgetting to put on sunscreen? Not so much.
Heather whimpers again and rubs her butt where Naya had inoffensively slapped her a minute ago - forgetting, for a moment, about Heather’s terrible sunburn. She grimaces guiltily at the white imprint of her hand slowly fading on Heather’s skin. Another bad idea of the day.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” Heather murmurs sullenly as they make their way upstairs. Her pout would have been adorable if her lips weren’t so chapped with heat.
“I was asleep too!” Naya defends, biting her lip apologetically. They’d only been in the sun for a few hours, and she, Naya, rarely ever burns, but Heather, with her pale skin and freckleless complexion, had burned like Naya hadn’t thought possible. The blonde winces again as she takes the last step upstairs and accidentally brushes against the wall with her hip.
“I woke for a second and told you you were burning, but you just grumbled at me and turned over,” Naya continues.
“I don’t even remember that. Now I’m burnt on both sides. Great,” Heather hisses as she sits down on Naya’s double bed tentatively. The silk sheets pull at the skin of her thighs, and she looks up at Naya with a pout.
Naya smiles adoringly and leans down to place a soothing kiss on Heather’s lips, licking gently across her lips to wet the dry skin and carefully brushing a lock of hair out of her face.
“Better?”
Heather shrugs, although there’s a faint smile on her lips. “A little.”
Naya kisses her again, and then, as she pulls away, says “Wait here.”
“Won’t be difficult,” Heather grumbles. “I can barely move.”
Naya looks over her shoulder with an empathetic smile as she enters the bathroom. It feels good to be home - familiar surroundings, no pressure to do anything, a double bed to share - though Naya doubts she and Heather would do anything but sleep tonight since the mere touch of skin on burnt skin makes Heather whimper in pain. Welcome home, she thinks somewhat bitterly, eyeing the candles lining the bathtub waiting faithfully to be lit. Although she’d never admit to Heather (the blonde would tease her with it endlessly), she’d bought candles and bath salts before going on tour in anticipation of when they would be home together again. The tour, with its crazy schedule, exhausting rehearsals, draining shows (especially for Heather), and separate hotel rooms barely allowed enough time to take a long shower, let alone plan a romantic night in. The most lovin’ they’d had the last month was an exciting, desperate quickie in the changing rooms before the fourth night in London and a heated make-out session in which Naya somehow lost her panties in the airplane bathroom before Dianna had come knocking and interrupted them. Always Dianna, she thinks with a smirk.
“Do you have any softer sheets?” Heather calls from the other room.
“No babe, sorry.” What’s softer than silk, anyway?
Heather grumbles something unhappily but Naya doesn’t catch it. She rummages through the bathroom shelf until she finds what’s she’s looking for.
When she comes back into her bedroom, she smiles affectionately at the sight that greets her: Heather is still sitting on the edge of the bed, looking under her own arm as she fumbles with the tie of her bikini behind her. Naya covers a giggle when the blonde’s face scrunches up with frustration when the knot doesn’t come undone, and she’s left pulling and tugging on the ties, barely able to bend around because of the way it tears at her skin like ripping paper. The ties dig into her skin when she pulls too hard, and she winces in pain. A white streak on her skin blooms slowly back to red, and Heather lets out a sigh of resentment. Naya can’t help but chuckle lightly. It’s like watching a puppy get tied up in its own leash - both adorable and unfortunate.
“Babe,” Naya says with a chuckle. Heather looks up and her frustrated expression turns indignant when she sees Naya ambling closer with a smile of amusement and a poor attempt at covering a laugh.
“Don’t laugh!” she chastises, although she can’t help but smile a little herself. “This stupid bikini… I can’t get it off. Tell me why I let you talk me into buying it again?”
“Because you look super hot in it,” Naya answers simply, grinning impishly and checking out Heather’s flawless body shamelessly. Killer legs, flawless abs, voluptuous breasts, enticing - if slightly chapped - lips, and bright blue eyes made all the brighter by the contrast with red. The blonde looks as stunning as ever - sunburn and all. Heather blushes at the loaded glance - or, at least, she would have, if it were possible for her face to get any redder. Naya chuckles again.
“I should have bought a burkini. Then only my face would be sunburnt,” Heather jokes, and Naya scrunches up her face in distaste.
“No way. You can’t waste a body like yours by hiding it. You should always be naked.”
Heather grins and reaches forward to trace her hands up Naya’s thighs. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Mmmhmm,” Naya replies with a sly grin and a nod, and then presses lightly on Heather’s shoulder. “Lay down on your stomach,” she commands. When Heather winces as she moves, she adds quickly, “Careful. I hurt when you hurt.”
“I bet I hurt more,” Heather murmurs, and whines with pain when she turns over onto her stomach on the fabric of the bed sheet. Naya winces internally.
With exceeding care, she positions herself over Heather’s prone body, straddling the blonde’s hips over her bikini bottoms. Heather tenses, ready for more pain, but Naya touches down lightly, holding herself up, and slowly Heather relaxes again.
“I won’t hurt you, babe,” Naya assures, and Heather smiles affectionately, some of her annoyance at the crappy situation dissipating.
She shifts her hold on the aloe vera gel she brought from the bathroom, flicks open the tube, and squeezes some of the green goo out onto Heather’s shoulders. The blonde jerks in surprise.
“Cold!”
“Good.” She gently presses her hands onto the gel and begins lathering Heather’s shoulders. The blonde shivers beneath her - and then instantly takes in a sharp breath as the slight movement scratches the fabric of the bed over her tender skin.
“Please be careful,” she says softly, her shoulders tense with anticipation of more pain.
“I will. Just relax. And lay still or you’ll hurt yourself.” Naya kneads her hands into Heather’s shoulders, curving around her shoulder blades to the strap of her bikini.
With reluctance, Heather relaxes her shoulders and melts into the silk sheets. Naya smiles.
Her hands work the gel meticulously into Heather’s skin, visiting spots again and again until she’s sure she’s passed over them enough to have pushed the healing gel into Heather’s pores. Her hands massage higher, lathering on more gel, and curve over the top of Heather’s shoulders. She loops her fingers around the place where neck meets shoulders, digging her fingertips into the curve around the muscle. She adds more gel, warming it between her hands briefly so it doesn’t shock Heather when she presses her hands against both of Heather’s upper arms simultaneously, then brings them together on her left and massages her skin with the healing ointment. It’s more than putting on gel now - it’s a massage - and Naya can’t deny that she’s kind of enjoying herself. Who wouldn’t want the chance to use a massage and eager hands to heal Heather’s hurts?
The blonde moves her arms to give Naya better access, and Naya briefly squeezes Heather’s hand. She leans down, holding herself up on one arm and hovering over Heather’s body, and places a tender kiss on the back of Heather’s neck. Heather lets out a relaxed sigh, and turns her face, but winces slightly and just rests her head back on the pillow. Naya kisses her cheek affectionately, and brushes gel across the spot she just kissed. Heather crinkles her nose and buries her face into her pillow.
“Disucks…” she mumbles, and Naya smiles.
She fumbles briefly with the tie of the bikini - Heather hadn’t been struggling for nothing - and it comes undone. There’s a perfectly white outline where the strap and bow had laid across Heather’s back. Naya decides not to tell her, and just lathers on more gel.
She works her way down Heather’s back carefully, kneading her hands on her raw skin smoothly, curving into the ridge of her spine, dipping into the dimples above her bikini bottoms, and gently pulling down the edge of them to caress the sensitive border of white and red. Heather sighs again, and Naya can feel her relaxing under her careful ministrations and the healing influence of the aloe.
“Better?” she asks hopefully.
“Mmhmm,” Heather just mumbles into her pillow.
Naya shimmies down and scoots off her to continue lathering aloe on Heather’s burnt legs. The dancer’s muscles undulate under her touch, and Naya raises an eyebrow suspiciously when she catches the movement of Heather’s hips pressing surreptitiously into the bed.
Was Heather getting… turned on by this?
She gets her answer when Heather lets out another sigh, this time tinged with arousal when she runs her hands over the inside of her upper thighs. She lifts the edge of her bikini along the tan line and dips her fingers underneath it. Heather sighs again. The end of the sigh turns into a moan, and by the way it’s quickly cut off, Naya’s pretty sure Heather hadn’t meant for it to be audible. She smirks. So it’s that type of massage, huh?
She continues her ministrations along the tan line and bikini line on Heather’s butt, and Heather lets out another sigh. However, it quickly turns into a sharp intake of breath when Naya suddenly squeezes her butt. Heather raises her head out of the pillow and chuckles. Naya grins, the heated mood somewhat sobered by humor, and continues with the lotion.
Even the back of Heather’s heels are burnt. She touches them up quickly, and when she reaches Heather’s feet, so innocently exposed and expecting no danger, she can’t resist: she tickles her fingers over the soles and giggles.
Instantly, Heather’s legs jerk away and her body jolts off the bed as she squeals - a squeal that turns into a cry of agony as her full body scrapes across the fabric.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow…” she whimpers, and Naya grimaces guiltily.
“I’m sorry!”
“Naya…” Heather murmurs unhappily, and buries her face back into her pillow. Naya nudges her shoulder and gently rolls Heather over, hovering above her and cupping her face in her hand.
“I’m sorry, babe,” she murmurs, lightly circling her thumb on Heather’s cheek. She brings her face down and tentatively brushes her lips across Heather’s. She smells aloe on her hands and on Heather’s cheek, the scent permeated into her skin, but it’s not wholly unpleasant.
“You said you’d be careful,” Heather murmurs against Naya’s lips.
“I know, it was a bad idea,” she concedes, pulling back slightly. One of many today.
“You can say that again.”
“It was a bad idea,” Naya repeats. Heather’s tense expression relaxes somewhat as she smiles despite herself.
“Lame.”
“But funny.”
“Barely.”
“You laughed,” Naya points out.
“I smiled,” Heather corrects. “There’s a difference. Smiling doesn’t hurt as bad as laughing.”
“Shall I put some more aloe on you so you can laugh at my jokes?”
“You’re going to need more than aloe to make that happen,” Heather teases with a smile.
“Hey!” Naya cries indignantly, and raises a hand to tickle Heather’s stomach. Instantly, Heather cries out.
“Aah! Stop!”
It’s her expression of alarm more than her words that stop Naya in her tracks, and she cries out too. “Aah! I almost did it again!”
“You’re terrible!”
“I know! I shouldn’t be anywhere near you today! I just keep hurting you!” She shifts away from Heather, meaning to get up to prove her conviction, but the blonde reaches out her arm and grabs Naya’s hand to stop her.
“No. Don’t go,” Heather pleads. Naya stops and holds Heather’s gaze. Her eyebrows are knit together, and despite the sunburn, Naya knows her expression: it’s begging her to stay… and - something else. The blonde licks her lips subtly, glances down Naya’s bikini-clad body, and presses her legs together almost imperceptibly. Naya raises a curious eyebrow. Heather sees her expression and quickly blurts out, “Aloe.”
Yeah right, Naya thinks with a sly smile. I’m sure that that’s what you were thinking of.
Without a word, Naya sits back on the bed and goes up on her knees, her calves pressed beneath her on her sheets next to Heather’s stretched out body. Heather’s hand rests absentmindedly on her left thigh, and the blonde is looking at her intently.
Slowly, she opens the tube again and lathers the gel on her palms. She’s careful to make a bit of a show out of it: her back is more arched than it needs to be, jutting her bikini-clad breasts forward and emphasizing the shallow lines over the muscles of her abs; her lip is pulled between her teeth as though she’s enjoying the feeling of the gel as it warms between her palms; she shifts her hips so she brushes slightly against Heather’s thigh, not enough to hurt her burning skin, but enough to make the blonde tilt her head questioningly; and her eyes are locked into Heather’s, a faint knowing smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Achingly slowly, she lifts her leg and shifts her body so that she’s straddling Heather’s hips.
“Where do you want me?” she asks, voice a third lower than normal. Heather’s eyes widen, an eyebrow rising curiously, and Naya raises her gel-covered hands innocently. “I mean my hands, of course.”
Heather licks her lips, eyes roaming briefly over Naya’s curved body hovering over her and her hands automatically coming to rest on Naya’s thighs around her hips. Her eyes finally come back to Naya’s face, and she croaks out, “Everywhere.”
Naya chuckles, a corner of her mouth coming up in a crooked smile. “Greedy.”
“Tease,” Heather counters, nose crinkling in a playful grin, which is instantly replaced by a pained grimace. Lines of white following the curves of her wrinkles shine brightly on her burnt nose. “Ouch.”
“Aaw…” Naya purrs, and bends down over Heather. Her abs tense at the position, and her hips shift so they press down on Heather’s. She takes in a sharp breath. “Let me make it better.”
With a quick flick of her finger, she brushes gel over Heather’s nose, who crinkles up her forehead in response, but smiles nonetheless. “Thanks,” she murmurs, a note of sarcasm in her voice. Naya rests an elbow next to Heather’s face and breathes out sharply onto Heather’s smiling lips. Their eyes lock and her words come out as a voiceless whisper.
“Anytime.”
She holds the moment a second more, but then Heather makes a sweet, soft pleading sound at the back of her throat and tilts her face up, and their lips collide with delicious pressure. Naya breathes out her lust against Heather’s lips as she pushes her tongue against them, begging entrance. She gives access immediately, head tilting up further to let Naya slide her tongue over lips, teeth, tongue - a flick, a breath in, an eager twirl, and suddenly Heather’s hand is at the back of her neck and her hips grind up, pushing and pulling simultaneously. Heather lets out another whine, a combination of pain and pleasure, and Naya feels a familiar jump low in her abdomen. Fuck.
Heather chuckles beneath her, and Naya realizes she’s said it aloud. She pulls back, savoring the subtle smacking sound of lips leaving lips (only for a moment), and takes in Heather’s smiling face. Her eyes are slightly closed, burnt lids pulled over blue irises just visible beneath long blonde lashes. Her blonde hair is pushed back from her forehead, leaping down from her hairline in a waterfall of shining silk to meet the beige silk sheets below. Her chapped lips are covered in a thin wet layer of herself and Naya combined. She licks across them subconsciously, and her eyes flutter open.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Because I want to look at you.”
Heather lets out a displeased huff. ‘Why?’ the gesture says.
“You’re beautiful,” Naya murmurs, and brings her lips down to leave feathery kisses on her lips.
“Ha.” Heather tips her face up and nudges Naya’s nose playfully. “I look like a cooked lobster.”
“I like lobsters,” Naya counters with a laugh and a nudge back. Her bottom lip catches on Heather’s top lip and tugs it a fraction of an inch up before she pulls back again.
“Seafood. Typical.”
Naya giggles with her as Heather’s body vibrates with laughter.
“You’re my lobster,” she blurts out suddenly, and Heather’s laughter ceases. She locks her gaze with Naya’s, and her lips slowly stretch into a wide smile. FRIENDS reference, Naya thinks with a matching smile. Never fails.
“Aaw,” Heather purrs. A hand comes up to the side of Naya’s face and holds there as Heather holds her gaze and her smile continues to grow. Suddenly, an impish twinkle lights up her eyes, and she breaks out laughing, smashing the tender moment Naya had hoped to set up. “You’re such a sap!” she manages between heaving giggles.
“Hey!”
“You are! Here I am, burnt to a crisp, and you’re quoting Phoebe Buffay to woo me!”
“I was just - “ Naya protests.
“I know, I know,” Heather consoles her with giggles. Naya frowns in disapproval. So much for romance. Heather catches her expression and presses her lips together to control her laughter.
“Heather…” Naya chastises, somewhat stung.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Heather lets out between giggles.
“It’s been ages since we’ve - ”
Heather shushes her, her body still slightly vibrating with laughter. When she sobers up enough to take in a deep breath, the breath out repeats her earlier words with earnestness. “I know.”
Still caught up in being made fun of, Naya opens her mouth to retort something, but Heather presses her lips up and stops her. The kiss is hard, needy, and sends shocks through Naya’s body that hold her frozen even when Heather pulls back.
“I know,” Heather echoes, her eyes luminous and intent.
Naya holds her gaze for a second - and then smiles, Heather’s untimely giggle fit forgotten in light of the lust and love shining up at her through her bright blue eyes. Heather’s body deflates beneath her at Naya’s expression, her breath coming out in a sigh of Naya’s name as the blonde simultaneously pulls at the back of her neck and brings their lips together in another heated kiss.
Naya moans lightly as Heather sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and flicks her tongue out against it.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers.
“I didn’t go anywhere, silly,” Heather reminds her.
“I know. But I still missed you.” Heather smiles.
“I missed you too.”
Naya dips her face down and presses firm kisses on Heather’s lower lip and along her jawline. Her body is humming with excitement, and Heather shifts beneath her as her arms come up and run through her loose hair. She hears a short intake of breath, a reflex of pain as Heather’s skin rubs the sheets, but a quick shake of Heather’s head and a pull on her neck to bring her back to kissing tells Naya to ignore it.
Her hands are still resting next to Heather’s head, and when she lifts them, the aloe on her palms sticks briefly against the sheets. Right. That’s what I was doing, she thinks with an amused chuckle.
Heather tilts her face up as Naya flicks her tongue against the skin of her neck. She bites softly on the tight skin over the tendon of her neck - enough to get an aroused and slight pained whine breathed from Heather’s lips straight to her ear. Her lips find Heather’s earlobe, she sucks it into her mouth, and the dancer’s body bucks beneath her. Heather’s hands tighten in her curls and she softly cries her encouragement.
Naya doesn’t need it. She arches over Heather and brings her idle hands to the girl’s neck, kneading in the leftover aloe in the spot her lips just vacated. No matter how tempting it is to throw herself completely into making Heather melt beneath her lips, there’s no need for her to still be in pain tomorrow from the bad ideas of today. When the stickiness is spread away, her hand briefly searches the sheets for the tube of aloe, finds it, and reapplies.
Meanwhile, her lips haven’t stopped moving. Her left hand pulls aside a strap of Heather’s bikini still hanging loosely over her chest as her tongue skims over the bright white line of skin. She follows it with tenacious accuracy until the whiteness spreads and Heather’s chest rises with the slow upward curve of her breast. Naya quickly lifts her bikini over her neck and flings it aside before bringing her lips back to the delta of white skin above Heather’s nipple.
Heather whines softly above her and pulls on her neck, guiding her lower. Naya resists the pressure with a wicked smile and skims her lips just above her nipple. Her bottom lip ghosts over the sensitive skin of Heather’s areola, and she pulls back to nip with taunt lips above it instead - staying always away from where Heather is impatiently guiding her. Heather whines again, and Naya smirks when she realizes that the parts of Heather’s body where the teasing is most effective (and most fun) are also the parts where burnt skin isn’t an issue to keep in mind. Finally, a good idea.
In a moment of inspiration, Naya dips down, twirls her tongue around Heather’s nipple once, eliciting a high-pitched moan, and then pulls back completely. She straightens her back and looks down on Heather’s slightly writhing figure with satisfaction. The girl has arched her back off the sheets in an attempt to push up against Naya’s teasing lips and has her head pressed back into the bed, her lips parted and her eyes closed.
Instead of lips, Naya presses her still cold palms, coated with aloe, on Heather’s burnt skin above the white outline of her bikini top. Heather takes in a breath of surprise and her eyelids flicker open.
“What are you doing?” she pleads.
“Healing you.” She rubs in the aloe, pressing her fingertips along the red borders.
“What I need to be healed of right now is sexual frustration,” Heather hisses, digging her nails into Naya’s thighs to prove her point.
Naya chuckles wickedly. “Oh, I’ll get to that in a minute.” Her fingers brush the outside curve of Heather’s breasts. She’s already touched up that area, but another layer can’t hurt, right?
“Tease,” Heather breathes out, her eyes shutting tight and her tongue flicking out against her chapped lips subconsciously.
“Mmhmm,” Naya agrees simply, and applies more gel on her hands. She brings them down on the flat of Heather’s stomach, her skin burning to be touched (Literally), and the blonde takes in another surprised breath. Instead of spreading, she stills her hands and uses the pressure to lean down and - finally, she can practically hear the blonde think - close her mouth around Heather’s nipple. She teases her lips over the soft skin and presses her tongue against it. With Heather’s subdued noises spurring her on, she presses down harder, dipping her tongue around the soft nub in her mouth and pressing into her breast. Heather’s noises spike an octave.
“Oh - oh -“
She lifts away and clamps her mouth on Heather’s other breast, her hand coming up to knead the vacant breast. It’s a waste of aloe vera since the skin is pale and unburnt, but Naya doubts Heather will mind. She pinches her nipple while her tongue encircles the other, and Heather moans her answer.
Her hands are back in her hair, and a subtle push guides Naya’s kisses lower - over curving white skin, to the border of red, along a shallow grove of Heather’s stomach to dip her tongue into her belly button. Her flat abs vibrate beneath her kisses with a combination of arousal and laughter - Heather’s always been ridiculously ticklish, and Naya’s yet to find a way to completely deactivate her laughter mechanism during sex.
As Naya moves lower, her chin nudging the edge of Heather’s bikini bottoms, her hands follow. She’s got a system going here. She chuckles to herself at the realization, but yeah - teasing or no, she knows what’s she doing. Kissing aloe-skin - not so fun. So, first mouth and lips (and tongue and teeth, for that matter), and only then hands and aloe.
She spreads her hands over Heather’s toned stomach, carefully lathering on the remaining aloe, and then pulls the top of Heather’s bikini between her teeth. She breathes out, and Heather squirms beneath her at the rush of hot air that floats beneath her bikini. Naya lets the strap snap back sharply against her skin without thinking. Instantly, Heather squeaks a high note of pain.
“I’m sorry!” she squeaks back.
“Aah - don’t care,” the blonde breathes out. “Don’t stop.”
Naya has no intention of doing so, of course, but she’s sure to be a little more careful. She veers right, pulls the tie of Heather’s bikini bottom between her teeth, and pulls the bow loose in one swift movement. The other side follows swiftly. Heather spreads her legs ever so slightly and cants her hips up, and Naya pulls the garment away.
She smiles at the sight below her and rests her hands on Heather’s hips to hold her steady. Red… white… pink…
She catches Heather looking at her, reading her mind. She twists her hips up, beckoning Naya to go down. Naya smirks and does.
The first taste is intoxicating. It’s everything Naya’s been missing the last few weeks. It’s the chance to savor a moment with Heather - quickies and airplane bathrooms barely gave either of them the chance to undress, let alone do this. Heather whimpers with pleasure as Naya dips her tongue down again, slipping between her folds and pulling her wetness over her clit achingly slowly. She pulls her tongue back and runs it over the roof of her mouth, sighing her delight at the taste. Her bottom lip is wet; she pulls it between her teeth.
“Naya,” Heather whines softly, and her hips gyrate up impatiently. There’s no rush for Naya, but for Heather… Well, I did promise I’d ‘heal’ her… Naya muses with amusement.
Before Heather’s hips even alight back onto the sheets, Naya has dipped down and thrust her tongue inside her. Her wet heat encloses her tongue as she presses deep and flicks up. Heather lets out a soft cry and reaches down a hand to the top of Naya’s head to hold her there. Naya pulls her tongue slightly out and runs it flat through Heather’s folds, ending at her clit. She toys her tongue around the small nub for a second, runs her hands down over Heathers hips, and positions her fingers around Heather’s entrance, stroking gently through her folds without entering.
“Oh, Naya, please, I need you,” Heather mutters, her hips flicking up wantonly with the rhythm Naya’s tongue is setting against her clit.
With a hard press of her tongue, Naya thrusts two fingers into Heather’s waiting slit. The blonde cries out, her body twitches as she grinds down on her pulsating digits, and her nails dig into Naya’s scalp. Naya spares a thought for the abuse the skin of Heather’s back must be enduring with all her squirming, but doesn’t dwell on it. If Heather’s cries are anything to go by, she’s completely ignoring any pain.
The rhythm comes easily. On tour, it was hard grinding and hands slipped into panties, rubbing to quick release. But Naya starts slow, pushing her fingers deep and then pulling out almost completely before working back in, while her tongue simultaneously laps at Heather’s clit and through her slick folds. She slides her tongue down, curves away from Heather’s body and savors the taste again. Heather…
Naya realizes Heather murmurs her name, and she looks up briefly, but Heather has her head tilted back onto the sheets, her back slightly arched off the sheets and a hand tangled in her own hair as well as Naya’s, oblivious to everything but the pleasure gently coursing through her - she’s whispering Naya’s name subconsciously. Naya smirks, and pushes her fingers particularly deep. Heather moans.
She increases the rhythm, pulling and pushing her fingers in shallow, hard thrusts while her tongue draws circles around Heather’s clit. Heather cries out in surprise and tilts her hips to receive Naya’s fingers and tongue better. Her chest is heaving in short breaths, and her hand tightens in Naya’s hair as her thick moans increase in pitch.
“Oh, oh - that feels - oh, Naya - ”
Naya can feel Heather tensing in anticipation beneath her, the movement of her hips becoming deliberate and rigid and her thighs pulling taut next to her, and she knows she’s almost there. She pushes in deep, swirls her fingers in a tight, hard circle, and presses the flat of her tongue onto Heather’s clit. With a cry, Heather comes, her body quivering beneath Naya and her hips bucking up with the aftershocks.
Naya carefully laps against Heather’s clit, her fingers still curled wonderfully inside her, and brings her down. Heather’s hips shudder one last time, and then her body pools onto the sheets like a melted liquid. Naya grins at the goofy, completely satisfied smile plastered on Heather’s face and the way her cheeks have taken on an even deeper shade of red.
Naya slides her fingers out of Heather and wipes them on her inner thigh, leaving a smear across red skin. She smirks and licks over Heather’s center once more so the girl shudders in surprise before sitting up and grabbing the tube of aloe.
“What are you doing?” Heather murmurs, her words slurred.
“Your legs,” Naya explains as she lathers some aloe on her hands and runs them over Heather’s thighs and legs.
“You’re amazing.”
Naya slides her hands over Heather’s feet, resisting the urge to tickle her - she remembers what happened last time. When she’s done, she sits back, tosses the tube of aloe over the side of the bed, and states triumphantly, “There. All done.”
Heather smiles and beckons. “Come here.”
Slowly, Naya crawls up Heather’s body, careful not to scrape her skin, and gently presses down her lips when Heather tilts her face up expectantly.
“You still have your bikini on,” Heather murmurs, and pulls at the ties on Naya’s back.
“Do you want me to take it off?”
“Yes.” Heather’s smirk is priceless in its almost childlike enthusiasm as Naya lifts up and shimmies off her bikini and lets her top fall off her shoulders. She roams her eyes over Naya’s naked body, and Naya smiles at her hungry, appreciative expression.
“Better?”
“Much. Lay down.”
Naya complies, and within seconds, Heather is hovering over her and has her lips pressed to her neck, biting gently and sucking the skin until Naya has to warn her not to leave hickeys.
“Why not? It’s not like we’re going to see anyone the next two days,” Heather murmurs as she pulls Naya’s earlobe into her mouth and flicks her tongue into her ear. Naya briefly loses her thoughts.
“We’re not?”
“No, definitely not. I’m going to stay in bed and heal…” She pauses and pulls back with a grin, “… and make up for all the nights we didn’t spend together the last month.”
Naya smiles with her. “That sounds good.”
“So…?” Heather asks, sucking lightly, questioningly on Naya’s neck.
“Carry on,” she says with a giggle.
Within minutes, she’s panting beneath Heather as the blonde kneads her breast in her hand and sucks the nipple of the other into her mouth. She lets out a soft cry when Heather grazes her teeth over it, and her breathing hitches again. Her heart is beating fast, her pulse pressing against her temples and against the crimson hickey in her neck in a staccato rhythm of arousal.
Heather shifts her weight, and Naya sees her wince with pain.
“Aw, babe,” she murmurs sympathetically.
“It’s fine, I feel much better.”
“But if it hurts - ”
“But nothing. I’ve missed this way to much to let a little thing like a sunburn get in my way,” Heather tells her resolutely. She ghosts her free hand over the plane of Naya’s stomach and presses her fingers between her legs. Naya’s abdomen contracts in surprise and pleasure, she tilts her head back, and she forgets her argument. “Now… stop worrying about me and just - “
Heather slips a finger inside her, finding wet heat, and Naya lets out a whimper of pleasure.
“Yes, that,” Heather mutters against her breast. Naya can feel her smiling.
Heather knows exactly what she likes and how to give it to her, and Naya enjoys every second. Every second that Heather twirls her tongue around her nipple and sucks it into her mouth until Naya arches into her touch. Every second that Heather dips and presses her fingers deep, curling up and hitting the spot that makes Naya cry out. Every second that marks another beat in the slowly increasing rhythm of Heather’s thrusts, making Naya tilt up her hips to meet her and moan softly in time with Heather’s fingers.
She digs her fingertips into Heather’s arm, nails scratching over sensitive skin, but she doesn’t see the way Heather winces because her eyes are shut tight and there’s stars flaring across her vision. Heather adds another finger, and Naya’s stomach tenses as she feels the stretch of it - briefly uncomfortable, but then Heather curls her fingers and it feels so fucking good that she’s crying out Heather’s name without meaning to. Her body tenses, her thighs shudder, and her hips refuse to listen to her command to meet Heather’s thrusts, but it doesn’t matter because Heather’s long fingers are touching her exactly as she needs to be touched anyway.
“… close… so close…” she murmurs, barely coherent. In response, Heather swirls her thumb, coated in with wetness, around Naya’s clit, and it’s the end for her. Her body curls around Heather’s hand, her hips bucking and her breast pressing hard up into Heather’s lips; every muscle strains and pulsates with pleasure and she feels Heather’s long fingers pulled even deeper into her. She moans her happiness, a giddy, light sound that she knows makes Heather smile like a fool. She still feels the blonde curl her fingers, but the rhythm is slower, following Naya’s body as her movements slow and she comes down gently.
“Wow,” she sighs as her eyes slide shut and her body relaxes. Heather’s hand is underneath her, cradling her body gently as she pulls her fingers out of her and palms her hand up her body.
“You should see your face right now,” Heather teases with a grin.
“You should see your face right now,” she counters. Smiling like a fool. Exactly as she’d predicted. A red fool. She giggles happily, and pulls Heather against her. “That was….” She pauses, searching for words. When she can’t find them, she settles, with a short sigh, for, “Really, really great.”
“And a long time coming,” Heather replies with a grin. “No pun intended.”
“Sure…” Naya murmurs, and pulls Heather down onto her lips.
All things considered, Naya thinks as she turns over and Heather loops her arms around her with a deep sigh, settling into the welcome warmth of each other, We did have some good ideas today…