RPF: Somebody To Love
Title: Somebody to Love
Pairing: Dianna Agron/Lea Michele rpf
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 711
Disclaimer: I don’t know these people. This is fiction.
A/N: Gah. I need to stop writing this stuff. Now.
Dianna can tell Lea’s trying to say something, but it’s muffled against her neck as she’s pressed up against the door to their shared trailer. Not that she cares, because dexterous fingers are working their way down her chest, opening each button carefully to her blue-collared shirt. Her thin black tie pushed to the side for the moment. She’s vaguely cognizant of the fact that they still have to shoot today, and going back to hair and makeup is a tad obvious. When Lea draws her tongue along the edge of her ear, though, all functioning thought goes out the window.
“Lee-uh--” she gasps as those fingers push the now unbuttoned shirt off of her shoulders, and a talented mouth moves down her throat.
“Mmhmm?” Lea doesn’t pause in her journey, her breath ghosting over the top of Dianna’s breasts. At a gentle push, she pulls back and looks up at the blonde. She’s breathless as she whispers, “What is it?” Her eyes glance back down and her fingers deftly trace the outline of Dianna’s bra.
Dianna shakes her head, trying to clear it. “Not that I don’t love,” she gestures to the space between them, “this… but we are supposed to be shooting ‘Somebody to Love’ in twenty minutes.”
The shorter girl smirks, “I don’t need that long,” and she moves in again, tugging Dianna’s tie to bring her close. Lea cups a pert breast in one hand and reaches around to undo the bra quickly with the other.
Dianna groans as a jean-clad thigh moves between her legs and presses up. “Lea,” she moans, forgetting her argument once more.
“God, you’re so beautiful, D.” The brunette pauses as she takes in the sight before her. Dianna’s cheeks are flushed and she’s breathing deep. Lea can’t wait any longer as she takes a nipple into her mouth and undoes the blonde’s jeans.
Fingers find their way past the cotton barrier and she presses Dianna more firmly against the door to keep her from falling down. The blonde gasps as Lea’s fingers start an unerringly perfect rhythm, and her hips cant upward once, twice. She bites her lip as she tries to keep from being too loud, and Lea seems to realize this and moves back up to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
Dianna feels each thrust deep in the pit of her abdomen, and when Lea’s thumb brushes over her clit, her head falls back against the door and she’s unable to contain the moan. She’s aware that Lea is grinning, all too pleased with herself, but she can’t keep her eyes open as the other girl sighs, “Come for me, D.”
Her lips are caught once more as she does just that, and Lea’s mouth swallows up the low keening moan as the blonde tumbles over the edge.
The knock on the door startles them as they stand there, Dianna still pressed tightly between Lea and the door as her breathing returns to normal.
“Guys, come on. I want to get home some time reasonable tonight.” Lea grins as she hears Naya’s whine, “You know they’ve been calling you for five minutes now.”
Dianna clears her throat, “Sorry, we’ll be right there!” She stumbles slightly over her words and Lea chuckles softly, letting her forehead rest against Dianna’s as they hear Naya’s fading footsteps.
Lea kisses her girl gently once, twice, and then pulls back. Dianna’s legs are still shaky, but she reaches for her discarded bra and shirt as Lea re-buttons her jeans with a soft smile. Dianna rolls her eyes, “What?”
The brunette shrugs, still smiling. “I couldn’t help it. You look so hot in those jeans.”
Dianna smiles shyly, “Shh, you.” She tucks in her now-slightly-wrinkled-shirt-adjusting her tie-and buckles her belt. Reaching out she whispers, “Come on.”
Lea takes her hand as they leave the trailer, head tilting to the side as she trails the blonde.
Looking back, Dianna mock glares at the other girl. “Stop staring at my ass.”
The brunette looks up quickly. “I can’t help it, Dianna. I thought we covered this,” she whines
as they make their way to the auditorium set. “At least I was careful of your hair.”
Dianna just shakes her head and beams.
originally posted at achele_loving
Pairing: Dianna Agron/Lea Michele rpf
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 711
Disclaimer: I don’t know these people. This is fiction.
A/N: Gah. I need to stop writing this stuff. Now.
Dianna can tell Lea’s trying to say something, but it’s muffled against her neck as she’s pressed up against the door to their shared trailer. Not that she cares, because dexterous fingers are working their way down her chest, opening each button carefully to her blue-collared shirt. Her thin black tie pushed to the side for the moment. She’s vaguely cognizant of the fact that they still have to shoot today, and going back to hair and makeup is a tad obvious. When Lea draws her tongue along the edge of her ear, though, all functioning thought goes out the window.
“Lee-uh--” she gasps as those fingers push the now unbuttoned shirt off of her shoulders, and a talented mouth moves down her throat.
“Mmhmm?” Lea doesn’t pause in her journey, her breath ghosting over the top of Dianna’s breasts. At a gentle push, she pulls back and looks up at the blonde. She’s breathless as she whispers, “What is it?” Her eyes glance back down and her fingers deftly trace the outline of Dianna’s bra.
Dianna shakes her head, trying to clear it. “Not that I don’t love,” she gestures to the space between them, “this… but we are supposed to be shooting ‘Somebody to Love’ in twenty minutes.”
The shorter girl smirks, “I don’t need that long,” and she moves in again, tugging Dianna’s tie to bring her close. Lea cups a pert breast in one hand and reaches around to undo the bra quickly with the other.
Dianna groans as a jean-clad thigh moves between her legs and presses up. “Lea,” she moans, forgetting her argument once more.
“God, you’re so beautiful, D.” The brunette pauses as she takes in the sight before her. Dianna’s cheeks are flushed and she’s breathing deep. Lea can’t wait any longer as she takes a nipple into her mouth and undoes the blonde’s jeans.
Fingers find their way past the cotton barrier and she presses Dianna more firmly against the door to keep her from falling down. The blonde gasps as Lea’s fingers start an unerringly perfect rhythm, and her hips cant upward once, twice. She bites her lip as she tries to keep from being too loud, and Lea seems to realize this and moves back up to capture her lips in a searing kiss.
Dianna feels each thrust deep in the pit of her abdomen, and when Lea’s thumb brushes over her clit, her head falls back against the door and she’s unable to contain the moan. She’s aware that Lea is grinning, all too pleased with herself, but she can’t keep her eyes open as the other girl sighs, “Come for me, D.”
Her lips are caught once more as she does just that, and Lea’s mouth swallows up the low keening moan as the blonde tumbles over the edge.
The knock on the door startles them as they stand there, Dianna still pressed tightly between Lea and the door as her breathing returns to normal.
“Guys, come on. I want to get home some time reasonable tonight.” Lea grins as she hears Naya’s whine, “You know they’ve been calling you for five minutes now.”
Dianna clears her throat, “Sorry, we’ll be right there!” She stumbles slightly over her words and Lea chuckles softly, letting her forehead rest against Dianna’s as they hear Naya’s fading footsteps.
Lea kisses her girl gently once, twice, and then pulls back. Dianna’s legs are still shaky, but she reaches for her discarded bra and shirt as Lea re-buttons her jeans with a soft smile. Dianna rolls her eyes, “What?”
The brunette shrugs, still smiling. “I couldn’t help it. You look so hot in those jeans.”
Dianna smiles shyly, “Shh, you.” She tucks in her now-slightly-wrinkled-shirt-adjusting her tie-and buckles her belt. Reaching out she whispers, “Come on.”
Lea takes her hand as they leave the trailer, head tilting to the side as she trails the blonde.
Looking back, Dianna mock glares at the other girl. “Stop staring at my ass.”
The brunette looks up quickly. “I can’t help it, Dianna. I thought we covered this,” she whines
as they make their way to the auditorium set. “At least I was careful of your hair.”
Dianna just shakes her head and beams.
originally posted at achele_loving