"As Most Do" part 1/7 (chenzel)
Title: As Most Do (1/7)
Rating: NC-17 (whole series)
Pairing: Chenzel
Summary: Kristin tells the story of her and Idina's relationship.
Notes: So, this is kinda my first chenzel fic. I got the idea when I was watching Pushing Daisies. Special thanks to Jaymes Maxwell for beta-ing this whole thing for me and helping me with my terrible grammar.
Kristin's moan reverberated through the room, her hands tangling in the brown hair of the head between her thighs. Her back arched off the bed as the other woman thrust two fingers in her. The feel of her tongue pressed against her coupled with her fingers thrusting into her pushed Kristin right to the edge.
Kristin had to bite her lip in order not to moan, "Idina" as she felt herself push closer. She was close to losing control, she could feel it. All she needed was for her lover to hit that one spot and she would be gone. She wouldn't find the spot though, Kristin knew she hadn't found it. So in an attempt to finally reach that plateau, she twisted her hips and her lover’s fingers pressed into her sensitive spot.
Kristin felt her whole body stiffen as waves of pleasure washed over her and her mind went blank. She fell limply into the bed, her limbs too heavy to move. Her lover crawled back up her body, placing light kisses on her skin before settling down beside her.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her British accent dripping off each word. Kristin nodded and smiled up at her costar, "Wonderful."
Anna smiled and kissed her lightly, propping her head up inherent elbow and laying on her side to face Kristin. "Who were you thinking about?" Anna asked as she brushed a piece of hair from The smaller woman’s eyes. Kristin felt herself blush, "N-nobody. Why would you think that?"
The British woman shrugged, "I could tell. You were somewhere else in the end there."
"Anna, I-"
"Shush now. It's okay, I understand. Now. Who is she?"
Kristin sighed in defeat, "She was my costar in a show I was in."
"It was Idina Menzel wasn't it?" Anna said smiling slyly.
"Wha-? How did-?"
"I saw you two perform in Wicked a few years back. You two had a chemistry I had never seen between two costars before. But I figured I was reading too much into it. But then when you came to work on Pushing Daisies, you don't talk about that part of your life at all. That show is such a taboo topic around you. And Idina's husband is working right next door but you two never even so much as acknowledge each other. It's almost like you avoid him as much as possible."
"So basically you just put everything together?" Kristin said blankly.
"Basically," Anna said smugly. "Well then," Kristin sighed.
"What happened between you two?" Anna said lacing her fingers with Kristin's.
"Its a long story," Kristin said laying their entwined hands on her stomach. "We have time," Anna said.
"We have an early call time tomorrow."
"Tomorrow's Saturday."
"What about David?"
"He doesn't mind me being gone. Mostly because he’s in England."
"What about Gracie?”
"She's with David. In England."
Kristin looked at Anna who looked back expectantly and her heart melted. She saw so much of Idina in Anna. The childlike eagerness to please that was nothing short of enduring and the high cheekbones that gave their face a mature beauty drew Kristin in every time.
"I haven't talked to anyone about this," Kristin said quietly, playing with Anna's fingers. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Anna said squeezing her hand, "I just thought it would help." Kristin nodded and took a deep breath, "It started in San Francisco."
"As most good gay love stories do," Anna said winking at her before letting her continue.
“Rehearsals had ended early, and Idina and I were walking along the pier.”
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The fog was rolling in across the bay, sending a chill down Kristin’s spine and causing her to hug her jacket closer to her body. The wood of the pier creaked under her and Idina's feet as they walked nonchalantly.
"Its beautiful," Kristin said leaning on the rail that protected them from falling into the ocean. "It's fog," Idina said running her hand through her windblown hair in her vain fight against the humidity.
"Its beautiful," Kristin said trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach when Idina’s arm brushed against hers as she leaned her back against the rail. Her elbows rested on the rail and she cocked her head toward Kristin.
"There's so much moisture in the air we might as well be swimming," Idina said tightening her sweater around her waist.
"Its not that bad," Kristin said.
"Your hair would suggest otherwise."
Kristin blushed and subconsciously patted down her hair, "Is it that bad?" She looked over at her costar and saw a teasing smile on her face.
"Idina! Here you have me worrying I’ve been walking around with frizzy hair."
"I was just messing with you," Idina said blocking a swat on the arm from Kristin, "You look perfect. As always."
The heat rose in Kristin’s face and she had to look away from Idina's unwavering stare. Ever since Idina had auditioned Kristin had had this fascination of her. She would watch the way she developed her character and made note of her habits. When she was nervous, she would bite the inside of her cheek. When she was frustrated she would play with her hair incessantly, pulling it in and out of a ponytail several times in five minutes. Kristin had learned to read Idina better than anyone else. Idina was unbearably self-conscious and Kristin was always trying to bring her out of it, gently reassuring her when she was on the verge of frustrated tears. As a result they had become extremely close and they would often go off in their own little world, as if no one else existed. This, of course, frustrated the director to no end who found it hard to get a direction in between them giggling at some private joke.
Kristin didn't know when she started to develop feeling for Idina that went far beyond platonic friendship. She often used her tactile nature as an excuse to hold Idina’s hand or play with her hair, though she was careful not to let the touches breach what was appropriate for friends.
Sometimes she would see Idina look at her that way and shed become flustered and look away quickly. There really was no other way to describe the look but as 'that way'. ‘That way’ that made her legs feel like jello and her heart beat out of her chest, a wave if desire shooting through her. But Kristin knew here fantasies were no more than jus that. After all, Idina was engaged to Taye and they were getting married in a few months.
"Hey," Idina said leaning against Kristin, "Earth to Kris."
"Sorry," the blonde said noticing the close proximity of Idina’s face to hers and shivering. "You’re cold," the taller woman said taking the sweatshirt from around her waist and handing it to Kristin.
"I’m fine," she said pushing the sweatshirt back to Idina. "Don’t be stubborn," She insisted, "just put it on." Kristin obliged, smiling gratefully at her before pulling the faded sweatshirt over her head. Idina's scent overtook her and she became lightheaded as she ran her fingers over the peeling NYU letters in the front.
"You look like a little girl in your mothers clothes," Idina teased as Kristin let the sleeves fall over her hands. "Its comfy," she answered hugging herself.
"I’m not getting that back am I?" Idina said smiling and resuming her place against the railing. Kristin just smiled and shrugged, "Well see."
They were silent for a few moments; both list in thought before Kristin spoke up. "You excited to go back to New York next week?"
Idina sighed and shrugged, "I don’t know."
"What? Why so indifferent?"
"It's just...I don't know. You're going to think I'm stupid."
"Never. Remember that time at Starbucks where you argues with the poor Barista that calling a small a tall is deceiving?"
"I was under caffeinated."
"Of course, Hun."
"But this isn't the same."
"Sure it is."
Idina sighed and looked up towards the sky, "Its just. Everything’s in New York. Everybody’s in New York. That's where all the responsibility and obligation is. Expectations and disappointments. Being here was like...it was like an escape. Just you and me. Creating something wonderfully beautiful. Once we take it back to the city, it'll be exposed there. All out in the open where people can look at it and judge it.
Poking at it until everything that made it beautiful is lost. Here it's protected. Were protected. There's nothing protecting us there."
Kristin’s hand rested in Idina’s forearm, "We'll be fine. People will love the show. And you have Taye back in New York. He'll protect you."
Idina offset her jaw and looked at her converse, "I’m not so sure about that anymore."
"What? What happened? Did you two call off the wedding?" Kristin asked, praying the hopefulness wasn't apparent in her voice.
Idina shook her head, "I’ve been thinking that maybe...maybe there's someone else."
"Someone else? Do you really think Taye would do that?"
"No, I mean...someone else in my life."
"Oh," Kristin felt her heart drop and she took her hand away from Idina’s arm, "I didn't realize you were seeing someone else."
"I’m not," Idina said, quickly grabbing for Kristin’s hand. She noticed she was chewing the inside if her cheek and her hand was shaking.
"Kris, I..."
The blonde looked at her, trying to keep her mind from going where it wanted to go. She wasn't going to get her hopes up only to have them dashed. "Dee."
Kristin could see Idina struggling with something, her eyes darting around the blonde’s face. She opened her mouth to speak, but quickly shut it again. Before either knew what was really happening, Idina had ducked her head down and brushed her lips against Kristin’s causing the blonde to take a sharp intake of breathe. Idina closed the gap and pressed their lips together, sending Kristin into a dizzy of emotions. It ended as soon as it had begun and Kristin looked up at her, eyes wide in shock and her hand pressed to her lips.
“Idina-“ she began not really sure where she was going. Their faces were still only inches apart and neither moved for fear of breaking the spell that had settled over the two of them. A foghorn sounded in the distance and Idina gasped, stepping back. “Shit,” she said putting a hand to her face, “Shit. Shit. Shit!”
“Idina,” Kristin reached a hand out to soothe her but felt better of it and crossed her arms over her chest. “Fuck! I’m so stupid!” Idina said pacing back and forth, the worn wood of the pier creaking under her angry footsteps, “Jesus! What is wrong with me? I thought maybe…I thought you…jesus christ! Why am I so dumb!”
“Idina!” Kristin shouted, “Stop saying the Lord’s name in vain! You’re Jewish for god’s sake.”
“I’m so sorry,” Idina said finally ceasing her pacing, “I shouldn’t have assumed. I just thought that…the little touches. The looks…just all those little signs. I thought you were…I thought maybe you-“
Kristin grabbed Idina’s face between her hands and smashed their lips together. Idina sighed as Kristin pulled away slowly, “You do-“
“Ssh,” Kristin said quietly before closing the gap once more. Idina’s hands lightly touched Kristin’s sides as if she were afraid to touch the tiny woman with anything but her lips. The brunette’s jaw was trembling slightly and Kristin touched it lightly. The blonde tentatively ran her tongue along the other woman’s lower lip and Idina opened her mouth in welcome, gripping her waist tightly and drawing her close.
They finally pulled apart and Kristin sighed, “Please tell me this is real.” Idina kissed her once more, smiling against her mouth. Their foreheads rested against each others, letting their breath mingle in the chilly San Francisco air.