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thegirl20TITLE: Every time
FANDOM: Glee RPF
PAIRING: Dianna Agron/Lea Michele
PROMPT: Every time, RPF, Dianna Agron/Lea Michele, black coffee (This is my own prompt! I have no shame!)
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: ~1000
DISCLAIMER: These are real people and I am just making stuff up about them. I do not mean to imply that this is in any way based in reality. (But if it is...woohoo!)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
grdnofevrythng's Porn Battle, but it's a wee tad too long to fit there.
THANKS TO:harper_m. This fic was inspired by a comment she made :)
Dianna loves rituals. She always has. She likes the comfort that familiarity brings. She has books she reads annually, movies she watches at certain times of year, holiday traditions she insists on following years after she should have grown out of them.
When she meets Lea Michele, Dianna is certain that the other girl has no regard for ritual or tradition. In fact, she seems to exist in whirl of constant chaos. She's loud and opinionated and occasionally brash. Dianna falls in love with her immediately.
They become fast friends and quickly agree to become roommates. And living with Lea, Dianna discovers that there is ritual to be found, even amid the most chaotic circumstances.
~
Dianna is seated in her favourite armchair, thumbing through a well-worn paperback and sipping from a cup of black coffee. The sun is just going down outside and she reaches out to flick on the lamp on the table next to her. She turns a page, smiling like it's the first time she's encountered the story, even though it must be the twelfth.
A key turns in the apartment door and Dianna's smile grows. Lea enters the room, dropping her purse and various other bags on the floor on her way. She's finishing a conversation, talking loudly into her phone. She hangs up and flashes a dazzling smile at Dianna, talking as she walks towards her.
"Hey babe, sorry I'm late, the scene ran over because Cory could not stop laughing. We did, like, three thousand takes and Ryan was getting mad and then when I finally got to head home the traffic was just crazy on the freeway!"
Lea bends to press a quick kiss to Dianna's cheek, covering it in the lipgloss she had obviously applied repeatedly while sitting in traffic. She swipes Dianna's cup and takes a swig, her face scrunching in distaste.
"Ugh, needs cream," she declares. "And sugar."
"You always say that," Dianna says, smiling.
"And you still insist on drinking it black!" Lea protests. "I guess you're already sweet enough, huh?"
Dianna blushes, like she always does under one of Lea's compliments. Lea leans in again and brushes a soft kiss across Dianna's mouth, leaving her with the taste of butterscotch adorning her lips, before sweeping away in the direction of the bathroom.
"Be right back. Too much coffee today," she explains, winking over her shoulder at Dianna.
Dianna closes her book and places it on the coffee table. She takes her mug to the kitchen and places it in the sink. She turns and leans against the counter just in time to see Lea appear in the doorway. She doesn't speak; she doesn't need to. They both know what's going to happen.
Dianna moves a fraction before Lea does, pushing away from the counter and meeting the other girl halfway across the kitchen. They come together in a languid kiss, Lea's hands go to Dianna's waist, slipping her hands under Dianna's shirt to graze soft skin. Dianna's fingers twist in dark hair, revelling in the warmth suddenly surrounding her.
Then Lea is pushing her backwards until she meets the counter again. Lea's fingers make light work of her belt and the buttons on her jeans, her head is spinning from the onslaught of kisses and she hardly registers how she ends up naked from the waist down. Lea's hands under her thighs urge up up onto the counter top. Lea looks up at her with hooded eyes and she feels like a giant compared to the smaller girl. Lea uses the position to her advantage, deftly opening Dianna's shirt and raising an eyebrow when she meets with nothing but skin. Dianna's not stupid, she's well prepared for these nightly happenings. Lea's hand frames her ribcage, her thumb caressing the underside of her breast while her lips take care of Dianna's nipple.
Lea makes sure to divide her attention between Dianna's breasts, until Dianna is practically vibrating with need and is arching her hips forward, only to meet with the flat plane of Lea's stomach. A frustrated growl erupts from Dianna’s throat, causing Lea to press her face into the damp skin of her chest to stifle a giggle.
Dianna is not in the mood to see the humour in the situation and she blindly grabs for Lea’s arm, trying to bring her hand to where she needs it before she combusts. Lea eludes her grasp and ignores her whine of protest when she steps back. Dianna is panting and open and as alive as she’s ever felt as she watches Lea drag over a footstool and sink to her knees in front of her.
The first touch of Lea’s tongue causes Dianna’s mind to short-circuit. A strip of lightning shoots through her lower body and makes her pitch forward, but Lea’s got a hold of her hips, keeping her rooted. She sits back and tries to find something to grip on the counter but there’s nothing but smooth surface and she has no choice but to hold onto Lea’s hair as gently as she can, which isn’t very considering the nerve endings in her hand appear to have blown and aren’t cooperating with her brain.
Lea licks here and kisses there and sucks, oh God, right there, until Dianna’s sure she’s going to die from it. But, just like always, Lea knows. She stands up, replacing her mouth with her hand, and presses hard, one stroke, two, three and Dianna’s falling forward, knowing she’ll be caught. She presses her face to Lea’s neck, her lips open against tangy skin. Lea turns her head to bring their lips together and Dianna feels her over-stimulated body start to tingle all over again.
Lea draws back minutely, Dianna can feel the heat of her breath as she speaks.
“I was right, you are sweet enough already.”
This time, the flush on Dianna’s skin has nothing to do with embarrassment.
~
With some rituals, it can feel like the first time, every time.
FANDOM: Glee RPF
PAIRING: Dianna Agron/Lea Michele
PROMPT: Every time, RPF, Dianna Agron/Lea Michele, black coffee (This is my own prompt! I have no shame!)
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: ~1000
DISCLAIMER: These are real people and I am just making stuff up about them. I do not mean to imply that this is in any way based in reality. (But if it is...woohoo!)
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Written for
grdnofevrythng's Porn Battle, but it's a wee tad too long to fit there.THANKS TO:
harper_m. This fic was inspired by a comment she made :)Dianna loves rituals. She always has. She likes the comfort that familiarity brings. She has books she reads annually, movies she watches at certain times of year, holiday traditions she insists on following years after she should have grown out of them.
When she meets Lea Michele, Dianna is certain that the other girl has no regard for ritual or tradition. In fact, she seems to exist in whirl of constant chaos. She's loud and opinionated and occasionally brash. Dianna falls in love with her immediately.
They become fast friends and quickly agree to become roommates. And living with Lea, Dianna discovers that there is ritual to be found, even amid the most chaotic circumstances.
~
Dianna is seated in her favourite armchair, thumbing through a well-worn paperback and sipping from a cup of black coffee. The sun is just going down outside and she reaches out to flick on the lamp on the table next to her. She turns a page, smiling like it's the first time she's encountered the story, even though it must be the twelfth.
A key turns in the apartment door and Dianna's smile grows. Lea enters the room, dropping her purse and various other bags on the floor on her way. She's finishing a conversation, talking loudly into her phone. She hangs up and flashes a dazzling smile at Dianna, talking as she walks towards her.
"Hey babe, sorry I'm late, the scene ran over because Cory could not stop laughing. We did, like, three thousand takes and Ryan was getting mad and then when I finally got to head home the traffic was just crazy on the freeway!"
Lea bends to press a quick kiss to Dianna's cheek, covering it in the lipgloss she had obviously applied repeatedly while sitting in traffic. She swipes Dianna's cup and takes a swig, her face scrunching in distaste.
"Ugh, needs cream," she declares. "And sugar."
"You always say that," Dianna says, smiling.
"And you still insist on drinking it black!" Lea protests. "I guess you're already sweet enough, huh?"
Dianna blushes, like she always does under one of Lea's compliments. Lea leans in again and brushes a soft kiss across Dianna's mouth, leaving her with the taste of butterscotch adorning her lips, before sweeping away in the direction of the bathroom.
"Be right back. Too much coffee today," she explains, winking over her shoulder at Dianna.
Dianna closes her book and places it on the coffee table. She takes her mug to the kitchen and places it in the sink. She turns and leans against the counter just in time to see Lea appear in the doorway. She doesn't speak; she doesn't need to. They both know what's going to happen.
Dianna moves a fraction before Lea does, pushing away from the counter and meeting the other girl halfway across the kitchen. They come together in a languid kiss, Lea's hands go to Dianna's waist, slipping her hands under Dianna's shirt to graze soft skin. Dianna's fingers twist in dark hair, revelling in the warmth suddenly surrounding her.
Then Lea is pushing her backwards until she meets the counter again. Lea's fingers make light work of her belt and the buttons on her jeans, her head is spinning from the onslaught of kisses and she hardly registers how she ends up naked from the waist down. Lea's hands under her thighs urge up up onto the counter top. Lea looks up at her with hooded eyes and she feels like a giant compared to the smaller girl. Lea uses the position to her advantage, deftly opening Dianna's shirt and raising an eyebrow when she meets with nothing but skin. Dianna's not stupid, she's well prepared for these nightly happenings. Lea's hand frames her ribcage, her thumb caressing the underside of her breast while her lips take care of Dianna's nipple.
Lea makes sure to divide her attention between Dianna's breasts, until Dianna is practically vibrating with need and is arching her hips forward, only to meet with the flat plane of Lea's stomach. A frustrated growl erupts from Dianna’s throat, causing Lea to press her face into the damp skin of her chest to stifle a giggle.
Dianna is not in the mood to see the humour in the situation and she blindly grabs for Lea’s arm, trying to bring her hand to where she needs it before she combusts. Lea eludes her grasp and ignores her whine of protest when she steps back. Dianna is panting and open and as alive as she’s ever felt as she watches Lea drag over a footstool and sink to her knees in front of her.
The first touch of Lea’s tongue causes Dianna’s mind to short-circuit. A strip of lightning shoots through her lower body and makes her pitch forward, but Lea’s got a hold of her hips, keeping her rooted. She sits back and tries to find something to grip on the counter but there’s nothing but smooth surface and she has no choice but to hold onto Lea’s hair as gently as she can, which isn’t very considering the nerve endings in her hand appear to have blown and aren’t cooperating with her brain.
Lea licks here and kisses there and sucks, oh God, right there, until Dianna’s sure she’s going to die from it. But, just like always, Lea knows. She stands up, replacing her mouth with her hand, and presses hard, one stroke, two, three and Dianna’s falling forward, knowing she’ll be caught. She presses her face to Lea’s neck, her lips open against tangy skin. Lea turns her head to bring their lips together and Dianna feels her over-stimulated body start to tingle all over again.
Lea draws back minutely, Dianna can feel the heat of her breath as she speaks.
“I was right, you are sweet enough already.”
This time, the flush on Dianna’s skin has nothing to do with embarrassment.
~
With some rituals, it can feel like the first time, every time.
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Date: 2009-11-09 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-10 09:41 pm (UTC);P
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Date: 2009-11-09 05:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-10 09:42 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like the product of your inspiration ;)
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Date: 2009-11-09 10:04 pm (UTC)This was sweet (in a porny kind of way) and I really hope this is what happened every night while they were living together.
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Date: 2009-11-10 09:43 pm (UTC)I'm pretty sure this is exactly what happened every night when they were living together. I'm almost certain of it ;)
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Date: 2009-11-12 12:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-12 07:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-11 01:53 am (UTC)...actually now I'm not sure who I ship more, R/Q or Lea/Dianna
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Date: 2009-11-11 08:27 am (UTC)Glad you liked this. Thanks!
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Date: 2009-12-21 01:24 am (UTC)Honestly I <3 this story and have read it like 100 times...I really hope you write some more Dianna/Lea<3
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Date: 2009-12-24 11:59 am (UTC)Um, wow...
Date: 2010-02-16 11:36 am (UTC)I wonder if they know...?? Even if they weren't already hooking up, I bet they would after reading this little gem.
Re: Um, wow...
Date: 2010-02-16 11:09 pm (UTC)