Title: I'm Froze By Desire

Author: an_an0maly/prettylittlelea

Summary: sub·mit - v; To give over or yield to the power or authority of another.

Pairing: Lea Michele/Dianna Agron

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 32,000+

Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction. Nothing is fact. This is based on real people, but in no way is a factual representation of these actors or their lives.

Author's Note: Title from The XX's song called Islands. This was for 2010's Femslash BigBang.

Beta: Thank you to Aimee for the beta job. Especially cause you were so stressed throughout it. And thanks to Alligator for all the help in getting this finished on time. I really appreciate it.

#^#^#

I am yours now,

So now I don't ever have to leave.

#^#^#

She'd been attracted to her from that first day they'd met. She knew she'd been the last one cast and it only made her more nervous. The others had already met, sat through script readings and formed friendships and she worried about whether she'd be accepted as a fellow actor and potential friend. Dianna had stepped onto the lot that first day of filming, fresh-faced, hair-straightened and butterflies in her stomach. But when this slip of a brunette had introduced herself, all giggles and smiles, Dianna couldn't help but feel drawn to her.

"Everyone's been debating your personality for the last few hours," Lea had revealed with a grin as she practically dragged the blonde around the lot. "You've got the trailer on the end of mine and Naya's. She plays Santana," she added with a tilt of her head and a glance over her shoulder.

Dianna couldn't help but smile down at the brunette and her amusing level of energy. "I'm almost afraid to ask what everyone thinks of me," she replied softly, keeping close to Lea as they weaved their way through a parking lot, around a sound stage and toward a row of trailers. Lea had linked their fingers together to guide her quickly and safely around the lot and Dianna had no choice but to follow.

Lea glanced back at Dianna with a sheepish look on her face. "Cory and I googled you," she admitted. "But don't worry, the only interesting thing we could find out was that you'd been on Heroes," Lea suddenly stopped and rounded on Dianna, causing the blonde to stumble. "I mean, not that you're not interesting, but," Lea seemed flustered for a second. "This is coming out all wrong!" She exclaimed and Dianna couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and failed at trying to hold back a grin.

She felt her heart flutter briefly as she watched the younger woman flounder in her attempt at apologizing. The attraction was strong and the connection startling, but Dianna tried not to let her interest show. She knew not to mix business with pleasure, and she wasn't about to jeopardize this last chance at employment on the ipossibility/i of a relationship.

#^#^#

Although she hardly had any scenes in the pilot, Dianna made sure to be on set as often as possible for those few weeks. She'd already been a late-comer and she didn't want to feel like she was missing out while many members of the cast were spending days in the "Tin Shed" rehearsing dance moves, or in the studio recording songs, or on set filming scenes. She made sure to arrive some mornings with a gift or two for the cast or crew. One day it was homemade muffins – vegan, of course. Another day she offered to do a coffee run that didn't involve going to craft services.

At the end of October, filming for the pilot was complete and the waiting game began. Ryan had assured the cast he'd contact them as soon as he knew anything from FOX. They were confident in Ryan and the show and hoped FOX would give their stamp of approval - and not just because they were all hoping to find some permanent, stable work. When Ryan had called it a wrap on that last day of shooting, the cast and a few of the production team had organized a celebratory dinner. Dianna had been seated next to Chris and Naya while opposite Lea. Cory had taken up residence next to Amber who was joking around with Kevin and Jenna across from them.

They shared their plans for the next few weeks and it was revealed Dianna was working on her own screenplay while Jenna and Lea were headed back to New York, at least for a few weeks. There was talk of a Spring Awakening concert to be held sometime mid-December and both Spring Awakening alums were hoping to be in attendance. As their meals were served, Lea quickly jumped in to initiate a toast to thank Ryan, Ian and Brad while some of the others, like Cory, jokingly toasted about needing the work.

#^#^#

Over the next few weeks, Dianna ensured she kept in contact with her new friends. She'd managed to meet up with Chris and Amber for a shopping trip and even organized a lunch date with Naya. Cory had stayed in LA for a few extra days and he'd crashed her and Naya's lunch date with a grin and an unhealthy amount of cheese on his pasta dish.

Although Dianna had made an effort to meet with some of the others at least once or twice, she had only lasted three days before she began messaging Lea, checking in with her, trying to maintain their new-found friendship, she told herself. Soon enough, a few 'How are you?' text messages turned into full text conversations until Lea couldn't have been bothered typing out all her responses and just called Dianna instead.

Their phone calls started off once every two to three days, but before long, they became a daily activity. Sometimes they called each other more than once a day. The calls varied, occasionally lasting only a few minutes to say a quick 'hello', but it became increasingly common for their phone conversations to last hours, many times venturing well into the night. Jonathan had jokingly teased Lea about having replaced him with a newer, prettier, more feminine model, when she'd taken a call in the middle of a dinner date.

With each phone call and text message, the relationship between the two girls continued to grow. Dianna quickly found herself attracted to Lea's enthusiasm for the job, her drive to succeed and her bubbly personality. She knew she was treading dangerous territory when she could feel her heart beat harder and faster in her chest every time Lea's name flashed across the screen of her phone.

Late one night, curled up in bed with her phone pressed to her ear, Lea had confided in her. Lea told her about life before moving out to California to try her hand at television. She'd auditioned for the role of Maria in the revival production of West Side Story but had lost the part to Josefina Scaglione. She admitted she hadn't handled the rejection well and had been devastated. Dianna had listened intently with a heavy heart as Lea talked about the move to Los Angeles and how she'd given herself two months to find work. And then Glee happened. "But look where you are now," Dianna had replied with a grin. "We've got a great group of people and we have to stay positive. I'm sure we'll find out soon that FOX approved of the pilot."

Lea had laughed at Dianna's optimism, but appreciated the effort Dianna had been putting in to make her feel better. "Ok, I told you a secret. Now, you tell me one," she'd said pulling her covers tighter around her shoulders. It was nearing the end of November and the temperature in New York was dropping with every day that passed. She loved the warmth and feeling of protection she got from the curling up beneath her blankets and comforter.

Dianna smiled into the phone as she shifted her feet slightly beneath the covers. "Um," she began, trying to think of a worthy secret. "I don't think I have any secrets. Or well, any interesting ones, anyway," she said softly into the phone.

"Oh, come on," Lea said, trying to coax Dianna into opening up. "Everyone has an interesting secret."

Dianna laughed as she rolled onto her back. The street light streaming through the gap in her curtains caught her attention briefly. "Ok," she sighed. "Glee... it was going to be my last audition," she revealed softly.

Lea's brow furrowed as she brought the blankets up and over the top of her head. "What do you mean?" she asked gently.

Dianna sighed again into the phone before turning away from her window. She pulled the covers up a little higher. "I'd gotten a few acting jobs here and there but nothing steady and it was just getting harder and harder to keep putting myself out there," she said. "I was just about to put acting away for a while when I got the call-back for Glee."

Lea was quiet for a few seconds. "Then it was meant to be," she finally replied with genuine conviction.

"Then it was meant to be," Dianna repeated with a smile and a nod of her head, even though Lea couldn't see her.

#^#^#

"Congratulations, Miss Agron, for being an employed actress," Lea greeted as she pressed the 'answer' button on her phone.

"Congratulations, Miss Sarfati, on also being employed," Dianna replied with a grin as she pulled her legs up onto her couch and crossed them.

Lea groaned as Dianna emphasised her surname, but she quickly moved on. "So, I'm booking my flight as we speak," she said before biting her lip. "I was wondering if I could ask you a favor?" She asked a little nervously. Normally, she didn't mind asking friends for favors, but she'd only known Dianna for two months and she wasn't sure what the time frame was on these sorts of requests.

"Sure!" Dianna replied enthusiastically. "How can I help?"

"Jenna is letting me crash at her apartment, but I was wondering, seeing as you've been an LA local for a while, if you'd help me find an apartment?" Lea asked before biting on her lower lip again. She folded her right arm under her breasts and leaned back against her kitchen counter, a vegetarian sauce cooking behind her.

Dianna laughed lightly into the phone before nodding her head in understanding. "Well," she began, thinking about the recently vacant room in her apartment. She knew it was a dangerous idea, what with the attraction she felt toward Lea steadily growing, but as Lea's friend she would feel guilty if she sat by and didn't at least offer the use of the room as a temporary residence. "I have that spare bedroom if you'd like a more permanent place to stay. The lease is up in September though," she offered with a little apprehension.

Lea's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you serious?" She asked straightening up, her jaw dropping open.

"Of course," Dianna replied as she shrugged a shoulder as she reached for the throw rug on the back of her couch and pulling it toward her.

Lea beamed with excitement down the phone line. "You don't know what you've just gotten yourself into, do you?" She asked with a wide grin. When she was met with silence, Lea couldn't help but burst out in laughter. "I wish I could see your face right now!" she exclaimed before letting her laughter die down to a wide grin.

Dianna ducked her head and shook it slightly as she grinned at the sound of Lea's excitement. She felt her cheeks heating up slightly. "What have I gotten myself into, indeed?"

#^#^#

Lea opened the top flaps of the box in front of her and looked inside at the contents. She smiled as she recognised her collection of about half a dozen editions of 'Wuthering Heights'. She pulled out a few of the books and set them on the top shelf of her bookcase. She fixed them up, putting them in order of oldest to youngest before she returned back to the box. She reached back in to gather a few more editions. Just as her fingers wrapped around the leather of one of her oldest editions, she felt a slight tickle on the back of her hand. She twisted her hand slightly to find the source of the distraction when she saw eight legs, a small head and a fat abdomen scurry over her knuckle and disappear between two books. Leaping back she let out an ear-piercing squeal as she began hopping around and waving her hands frantically in the air.

She hopped around on the spot before her fight or flight instincts kicked in and she began to high-tail it out of her room. Just as she made it to the doorway, Dianna came rushing in. Lea bowled Dianna over, the two of them toppling to the ground with a thud. Lea tried to scramble away, her hands slapping at the hardwood floors, but her legs were tangled with Dianna's and all her flailing had done was tousle their hair and ruffle their clothes. Lea continued to whine with fear as she attempted to find a way out of her new bedroom. "Let me out. Let me out," she chanted as she tried to crawl across the hardwood floors, her body dragging Dianna's along with her.

Dianna covered her face quickly as Lea's hand suddenly swiped at her face. "Alright, that's it," she practically growled as she grabbed Lea and rolled them over, pinning Lea to the floor. Dianna gripped Lea's wrists in her hands and pressed them into the floor as the rest of her body pinned Lea down.

"Lea? Lea!" She called out as she stared down at the brunette, her own blonde strands framing her face. She sucked in a breath when she watched Lea arch her back. She ignored the rush of heat she felt run through her body.

Lea rocked her hips against Dianna in an attempt to get away while she arched her head back. She tried to twist her arms, but Dianna tightened her grip. Oh God, Dianna thought to herself as she watched Lea struggle. The brunette's cheeks were flushed and her chest brushed against her own as their hips rocked together again. The way Lea was struggling, fighting her, was stirring feelings in Dianna she'd been trying to forget. She tried to push down the stirrings of her arousal, reminding herself that Lea hadn't given her consent, hadn't chosen to be a willing participant.

Lea felt Dianna's body press further into hers. The strip of skin exposed between the hem of her t-shirt and her shorts rubbed against the hardwood floor as she rocked her hips in an attempt to break free for a third time. When the weight of Dianna seemed to settle further into her, she spread her legs and planted her feet into the ground. She felt Dianna's hips settle between her own and she ceased her struggling to look up at Dianna breathing heavily above her.

"What are - " but her sentence was cut off as her gaze finally met Dianna's. Hazel eyes bored into her brown eyes and her breath caught as she felt Dianna's gaze travel down to her lips.

Dianna felt the pounding of her heart in her chest as she continued staring down at Lea trapped beneath her. Long brown strands of hair were spread across the smooth floorboards. Her chest rose and fell with every breath causing her breasts to strain against the cotton of her navy blue polo t-shirt.

Dianna closed her eyes and dropped her head slightly as she tried to ignore the feel of Lea's thighs cradling her hips. When she felt calm enough, she opened her eyes caught the confused, yet intrigued look on Lea's face and knew she needed to remedy the situation.

She quickly rolled off Lea and released Lea's wrists. She pushed herself up off the ground and held out a hand to Lea who was now sitting up staring at her. "Are you ok?" she asked, concerned as Lea just continued to stare at her.

Lea accepted Dianna's hand and pulled herself up off the ground. She stared at Dianna for a few seconds and when the blonde's question sunk in she shook her head and quickly straightened out her t-shirt. She had no idea what had just passed between them on the floor. Actually, she had an idea, but it just didn't sit with the image Dianna outwardly displayed. She looked over the blonde carefully and quickly noted the blush creeping up her neck and the way Dianna could barely meet her gaze. "There was a spider," Lea finally explained, her finger pointing in the direction of the half opened box, her eyes trained on Dianna's face.

Dianna recovered and tried to hold back a smile at Lea's explanation. "A spider?" she asked in clarification. She placed her hands on her hips and ducked her head as a giggle escaped.

Lea crossed her arms and her eyebrows rose as she stared at Dianna, begging the other girl to challenge her. "It crawled across my hand!" Lea exclaimed as she held up the back of her right hand and waved it in front of the blonde's face. The moment they'd shared on the floor wasn't forgotten, not by Lea at least, but she could respect a subject change when she saw one.

"Aww," Dianna consoled as she stepped closer and stroked Lea's arm in a comforting manner. "Do you want me to catch it for you?" she asked with a half smile and a tilt of her head.

Lea's eyes bulged for a second and her jaw dropped as she realized her mistake in not closing the lid on the box. "What if it's not in the box anymore? I can't sleep in here if I don't know where it is," she said taking a few quick steps backwards and into the hallway, her arms crossing over her chest as if to safeguard herself against any further spider attacks.

Dianna grinned as she stepped into the hall and began to lead Lea toward the kitchen, leaving the spider and the box of books behind them. "How about you get started on dinner and I'll try to catch the spider so you have a new, spider-free room to sleep in tonight?" Dianna asked as they entered the kitchen and Dianna began to look for a suitable container to trap the arachnid.

Lea placed her hands on her hips and stared at Dianna's back for a few seconds. "Fine, she said. "Just," Lea began with a sheepish look as Dianna turned to look over her shoulder at Lea. "Don't kill him, okay?"

Dianna couldn't help but laugh as she grabbed a container and lid from the cupboard under the sink. She straightened up and squeezed Lea's shoulder gently as she brushed past. "You should think of a name for him," Dianna called out from the hallway. Lea just narrowed her eyes at Dianna's retreating back.

#^#^#

Although they didn't speak about it, Lea certainly thought about their encounter on the floor. By the time she'd finished cooking dinner that night, it was as if nothing had happened, but Lea couldn't stop wondering about it.

For days, Lea just let everything go back to normal. She still joked around on set with Dianna, still hugged her and shared their meals together. She still asked Dianna to share playlists and recipes that they could try at home. But with every encounter, Lea couldn't help but stand a little closer, hold on a little tighter and take mental note of Dianna's reactions, not just to her, but her reactions to their friends as well.

She bit her lip as she stood by the edge of the tent and watched Dianna and Chris standing by craft services joking and laughing. Dianna was in Quinn's Cheerio uniform with her warm, black coat wrapped around her. She watched as Chris said something that caused Dianna to blush and duck her head, her arms coming up to cross over her chest. Lea folded her own arms across her chest as she continued to stare at the pair. Sometimes, looking at Dianna, she couldn't help but wonder if it was the same Dianna that she'd had pinning her to the ground.

Lea made a snap decision. She sidled up next to Dianna and wrapped an arm around her waist. She stood on the tips of her toes and placed her other hand on Dianna's shoulder, pulling the girl down slightly. "You don't mind if we host a girl's night, do you?" She asked, her chin now resting on the hand on Dianna's shoulder. She grinned up at the blonde and ignored the raised eyebrow Chris was currently sporting.

Dianna tilted her head back slightly and turned it toward Lea. She tucked a loose strand of hair from her ponytail behind her ear and smiled at Lea. "That sounds like a great idea," she replied, her blush still tinging her cheeks pink from her conversation with Chris.

"Fantastic! I'll let everyone know," she said before placing a kiss on Dianna's cheek. She rocked back on her heels and moved to hug Dianna's arm to her front briefly. As she began to walk off, she twisted her body around and waved at Chris and Dianna.

Dianna's blush deepened as she watched Lea walk away. She turned back to Chris to find him wearing a smirk, his arms folded across his front. "Shoosh, you," she admonished with a light tap on his arm.

#^#^#

Lea practically danced her way into the living room, a glass of red wine in one hand and the open bottle in the other. She'd followed through on her plan to invite the girls over for a "girls' night". She'd seen the effects of alcohol on Dianna before and was counting on the flowing wine and beer to loosen a few tongues and hopefully shed some light on the situation with Dianna. "What did I miss?" she asked with a grin as she settled on one of the throw pillows in front of the coffee table. She carefully placed the wine bottle next to the open pizza box in the middle of the table before taking a sip from her glass.

"Jenna was telling us about what really happens off stage on Broadway," Heather said with a grin. She nudged Naya slightly, who was sitting next to her, resting back on her hands.

Lea narrowed her eyes at Jenna. "Whatever she said, I have worse stories about her," she threatened with a grin. Jenna reached over and pushed Lea who let her body move with the momentum and caught her fall with her hand. She laughed as she straightened herself back up and wiggled slightly to get comfortable.

"So Dianna," Naya started before her eyes slid over to Lea. "Lea. Everyone is dying to know... Cory. Good kisser, or not so much?" she asked with a smirk as she reached for the Corona in front of her.

Lea snorted into her wine glass as she looked over at Dianna who was resting against the front of the couch on the floor. She waited, her eyes trained on Dianna over the top of her glass as the blonde's head turned toward her. She tried to hide her grin as Dianna's eyes narrowed in her direction.

"You! Stop it," Dianna admonished with a finger pointed in Lea's direction. The corner of her mouth curved up, betraying the tone behind her command.

Amber raised an eyebrow, shifted her weight on her right hand and looked from her right to her left at Dianna and Lea respectively. "What are we missing?" she asked suspiciously.

Lea couldn't help but giggle before reaching for her glass and taking a sip. She swallowed it slowly as Amber stared at her pointedly. "Come on, Dianna," she began, a mischievous smirk in place. "Not everyone was there during your first scene."

Dianna narrowed her eyes at Lea as she shifted her weight forward. "I will get you back for this," she threatened.

Lea bit her lip as she raised an eyebrow in a challenging manner. When Dianna's eyes narrowed slightly, Lea couldn't help herself when she let her gaze slip down to Dianna's lips before darting back up to her eyes.

Dianna's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the look she was receiving. It hadn't been the first time she'd seen it, or felt it directed at her. She felt as if there was something going on in that mind of Lea's and she wasn't privy to it. The cold press of Naya's beer bottle into the side of her arm startled her out of her thoughts. She looked around at the eager faces and tried to convince them to move on from this embarrassing story. "You don't want to hear this," she said with a slight shake of her head.

"Oh! Now I definitely need to know about this!" Heather said sitting forward and leaning her elbows on the table. She cradled her jaw in her hands and stared intently at Dianna. "I wasn't there the first day, remember? Fill me in."

Dianna blushed and tried to wave them off. "Nothing really happened," she said with a slight eye roll. "I have no idea what incident Lea's even hinting at," Dianna tried again and added in a shrug of her shoulders for effect.

"He farted!" Lea suddenly exclaimed before bursting out in a fit of loud, boisterous laughter. She clutched at her stomach and braced herself on the corner of the table.

There was a beat of silence from the rest of the girls before Amber started cracking up. She hit the edge of the table with the palm of her hand as she threw her head back, a full, thunderous, belly laugh erupted and the sound reverberated off the walls, mixing with Lea's. Heather's mouth hung open for a second before peals of laughter had her bending forward holding her stomach as well.

"Are you serious? He didn't!" Naya asked halfway between shock and mirth. When Dianna could only blush and duck her head as her finger traced the rim of her wine glass, Naya couldn't stop the giggling that burst up from within. She squeezed Dianna's arm gently. "Oh God," she said between giggles.

"Aw, Di," Amber finally said with a wide grin. She grabbed Dianna around the shoulders and pulled her into a side hug. "It's ok," she tried to console her, but her body shook with unconcealed laughter and Dianna pouted slightly.

Lea fell back against the floor and was practically rolling around with laughter. She paused long enough to sit back up before she revealed further information about Dianna's scene with Cory. "You should have seen her face! She went bright red and Cory... he... he," she tried to continue on but just remembering what had happened had her in a fit of laughter once more. "He, he said 'making an entrance there Dianna? But better out than in, right?'" she finally managed to finish with a Cory impersonation.

"Ew!" Jenna exclaimed as she scrunched up her nose in disgust. "He blamed you? Oh that's not cool," she said sympathetically, still sporting a grin of amusement.

"I can't believe you told," Dianna said blushing from her place pressed against Amber's side. The others continued to roar with laughter, Heather fell into Naya, knocking them back onto the floor.

"I can't believe she kept it in this long," Amber replied with a grin, hugging Dianna tightly into her side before releasing her.

"Hey!" Lea exclaimed in indignation. She reached forward into the pizza box and picked up a piece of left over crust and pulled back her arm, threatening to launch it in Amber's direction.

"Don't even think about it," Amber said holding up a hand in Lea's face as Dianna quickly leaned away and into Naya who had righted herself and Heather again.

Lea narrowed her eyes, faked a toss, but quickly relented as she slowly lowered her hand and dropped the crust back into the almost empty pizza box. "You got lucky, this time," she said as a warning.

"That's better," Amber said with a sound of agreement and a decisive nod.

After Lea's reveal about Dianna's first scene, it wasn't long before the conversation turned to more private, personal matters, spurred on by a poorly played game of "Truth or Dare" – without the dare.

"Ok," Heather began as she swirled the last of her drink. "Last time you danced around naked?" she asked Lea before looking around at the group.

"Last night," Lea answered with a shrug of her shoulder before taking a sip of her drink. She leaned back on her left hand and tilted her head back, rolling her neck.

Dianna sat forward with a grin and a giggle. The alcohol was clearly affecting her. "You danced around naked? Where?"

"She'd probably dance around the entire apartment naked if she could," Jenna commented as she quickly leaned away from Lea's swatting hand.

"One time!" Lea exclaimed sitting up properly and holding her index finger up to indicate the number one. "How did this night turn into a 'pick on Lea' event?" she asked with a mock pout as she folded her arms across her chest, being careful not to spill her wine.

"Where did you dance naked?" Dianna asked again. She could feel her head swimming slightly, but she was more concerned with trying to figure out how she'd missed something like a naked dancing Lea in her own apartment.

"I do it all the time," Heather butted in just before bringing her glass to her lips and swallowing the last of her Malibu and Pineapple Juice. "Don't dish anything interesting while I'm gone," she said as she pushed herself up off the floor and headed toward the kitchen. "Or, just talk loudly."

Suddenly, Dianna hit the edge of the table with her palm causing the drinks to wobble and the pizza box to shift. "Where did you dance around naked?" she asked at full volume, her hand repeatedly hitting the edge of the table.

"And... this is where I cut you off," Amber said taking Dianna's glass from her hand and holding it out to Lea beside her.

Lea grinned as she took Dianna's glass from Amber and set it on the floor between her and Jenna, well out of Dianna's reach. "In my room. I wasn't going to dance around out here, was I?" she finally answered with a smile.

Dianna sunk back against the couch. "Oh."

Naya hid her smile behind the top of her beer bottle. "My turn," she announced moving the game along just as Heather made her re-entrance, a new full glass of her drink of choice. She took a swig of her beer and set it on the top of her crossed thighs. "Di," she said, her eyes narrowing in on the quite intoxicated girl. "Favorite sexual position?"

Heather giggled while Jenna just shook her head slightly. Lea's heart began to pound in anticipation. She'd be lying if she said this wasn't a topic she wanted to hear about. She began to trace the rim of her glass with her index finger, trying to keep her gaze away from Dianna's direction. Lea was hoping not to draw attention to herself or the interest she had in Dianna's answer, but the way Dianna lolled her head to the side and appeared to be thinking so carefully, intrigued her even more. She subtly sat up a little straighter and brought her glass to her lips to take a sip trying to give the appearance of nonchalance.

"Mmm," Dianna hummed, her eyes searching the ceiling for a few seconds before drifting down to the table top. When she finally decided on an appropriate response, she tilted her head toward Naya. "I know you all think I'm a little tipsy and am going to blurt out something shocking, but I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm perfectly happy with the missionary position." Heather and Naya and even Jenna groaned in disappointment, Naya even rolled her eyes and her head to share a look with Heather. Lea, though, continued to watch Dianna very carefully. "I think I'm... vanilla? Is that the term?" she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion as she looked around at her friends for clarification.

Lea kept silent. She tilted her head slightly and watched as the blonde giggled and swatted at Heather's finger that was trying to poke her from across the table. Dianna, it seemed, was a better actor than she'd first given her credit for. "Why?" Lea suddenly blurted out. She hadn't meant to ask that, but she was realizing a little too late that perhaps the alcohol was affecting her a little bit, as well.

Dianna turned her head toward Lea, her hand finally successfully swatting Heather's finger away from her. "Hmm?" she asked, completely oblivious to Lea's question.

Jenna and Naya sat back amused at the direction the game was taking. "Why?" Lea tried once again. She thought about retracting her question, for about half a second, but she thought this might be one of her only chances at garnering the information she wanted. "Why missionary? Why so vanilla, Di?"

Dianna automatically shrugged a shoulder in reply. "I guess I like looking into my partner's eyes. It feels more," she hummed softly as she tried to find the word she was looking for, "intimate."

"I'm going to have to agree with Di on this one," Jenna said interrupting. "Although I don't mind exploring other positions," she said dragging out her last word, "there is something arousing about the idea of staring into your lover's eyes during sex."

"Nope," Amber suddenly said shaking her head and waving her hand in the air in disagreement. "It's all about being on top," she added, nodding her head with a grin.

"I'm hearing that!" Heather exclaimed leaning forward across the length of the coffee table and holding her hand out to Amber to receive a high-five.

Lea ignored the others and allowed the conversation to move on. She sat back and took a few sips of her wine as she watched Dianna intently. Dianna had been particularly careful with her answer, and had provided just enough information to make it both believable and seem based on some form of truth. Lea was certain now, that there was a side to Dianna that she kept very well hidden, and she'd been privy to a glimpse of that Dianna a few nights ago.

#^#^#

Lea stood in the doorway leading into the kitchen as Dianna rinsed out the last wine glass. Jenna and Amber had left together an hour earlier and Heather and Naya had stuck around for a further thirty minutes helping them tidy up. She watched as Dianna carefully placed the glass on the drying rack next to the others before she turned off the tap and grabbed the tea towel nearby to dry her hands.

"You lied tonight," Lea said from her position against the doorframe. She stood with her arms crossed and her head leaning against the side of the doorframe. She moved her right foot to cross it behind her left.

Dianna whipped around, a hand at her throat. "Gosh! You scared me," she said with a relieved smile as she took a deep breath. She hung the tea towel on the handle of the oven door, straightened it out and began walking toward Lea to exit the kitchen. "Everything okay?" she asked curiously.

As Dianna neared, Lea quickly stood up straight and set both feet on the ground. She brought her right arm up to grip onto the doorway, blocking Dianna's escape. "You lied," she repeated, a little softer this time, her left hand coming up to hold onto the doorway to her left.

Dianna stopped short and eyed Lea for a few seconds. She finally breathed out, looked down and took a step back. She crossed her arms over her chest before she carefully met Lea's eyes. "What did I lie about?" she asked tiredly. The alcohol she'd consumed earlier had worked its way through her system long ago and she was left feeling exhausted and ready for a good night's sleep.

"Missionary position?" Lea asked with both eyebrows raised. She saw Dianna's muscles tense slightly, her fingers curling into a fist over her crossed arms. "See? I know you know what I'm talking about because you just clenched your fist," she said with a nod of her chin in Dianna's direction.

Dianna sighed as she dropped her arms to her sides and moved back toward the counter top. She stifled a yawn and moved to lean her hip against the counter. "I didn't lie, Lea," she said, her voice conveying her tiredness. She rest the bottom of her hand on the edge of the counter top and bent her elbow, relaxing her stance.

Lea dropped her arms to her side and took a step forward. "Di," Lea began in a soft, pleading tone. "I don't understand why you think you need to lie," she said with a slight shake of her head.

Dianna placed a hand on her hip and looked down and to the side. "Just drop it, Lea," she pleaded before straightening up and taking two short steps toward the doorway and around Lea.

Taking a quick step to the side to move into Dianna's path, Lea held out both her hands. "It was ime/i you had pinned to that floor the other night. Remember?" she said her hands moving to rest on either side of Dianna's waist. "You don't need to lie to me."

Dianna's felt Lea's fingers caress her sides gently atop her clothes. She felt her skin heat up at the confident, soft touch. She didn't dare look down at the girl for fear she might reveal the reaction she was having to Lea's caresses. "Lea, please," she pleaded. "Just forget it happened."

"I can't," Lea whispered taking a step closer to Dianna. She pressed the front of her body against Dianna and breathed out, her breasts rubbing against Dianna's. "I don't want to forget what happened. Just," she said, pausing to take a breath. "Why can't you be honest with me?" She pleaded.

Dianna waited a few seconds in silence before she suddenly grabbed Lea's wrists from her waist, used the hold she had on the shorter girl and turned their bodies around to push Lea up against the counter. She moved Lea's wrists to hold them down causing Lea to arch back. Dianna pressed her body against Lea's, letting her thigh slip between Lea's legs. She leaned forward, her thigh pushing into Lea as her lips found the outer shell of Lea's ear. She ran her lips over the soft cartilage. "Drop it," she whispered the order in a low voice.

Lea closed her eyes and tried to hold back the moan that was fighting to break free at the feel of Dianna's breath against her ear and Dianna's thigh pressing into her center. She finally registered Dianna's words and slightly shook her head. "I can't," she whispered as she tilted her head back, inviting Dianna to explore the side of her neck.

Dianna took a deep breath, closed her eyes and tightened her grip on Lea's wrists. She let her head drop forward slightly, her lips grazing the side of Lea's neck. Before she could register what she was doing, her lips parted and she placed a soft, gentle kiss on the skin below Lea's ear. "God," she whispered as she pulled away slightly before realizing what she'd done and releasing Lea. She took three giant steps backward and made her way toward the hallway. She paused with her hand on the door frame.

Lea stood bracing herself against the counter top as she took a deep breath trying to steady her breathing. She let her eyes slowly slide over to Dianna. She took note of her bowed head, her stiff back and the fingers gripping onto the doorway. "This can't happen again," Dianna said taking a deep breath. She turned her head slightly in Lea's direction, but didn't dare look back over her shoulder. "I didn't lie, Lea. That night, we were in the missionary position."

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