TITLE: What I'd Do To You

PAIRING: Lea/Dianna

RATING: NC-17/R (seriously, heed the rating)

SUMMARY: Just a little fireplace sex.

NOTES: I think this was my first attempt at 2nd person narrative. It's a series (totalling 6 parts) and the POV's switch with each part. I've purposely tried to avoid the usual identifiers (the blonde, the brunette, the diva etc.). If you can't figure out whose POV I'm using, try reading it from both. Double your pleasure. Or something.

You trudge up the last of the steps to your apartment, fishing the keys out of your pocket to unlock the door, pausing for a brief moment to shake some of the melting snowflakes from your sleeves of your coat. The snow's been falling since you'd left early that morning and, while you love watching it from inside, preferably curled up in front of the fireplace with a good book, being outside in it for extended periods of time is definitely not your favourite thing about New York. Unless someone is with you, dragging you into the wonder of the city in the run up to Christmas.

You sigh contentedly when you push the door open and the smell of burning wood rushes over you along with something divine coming from the kitchen. You can hear her singing along with the Christmas carols that are playing softly from the stereo.

"Hey," you call, unwrapping the scarf from around your neck and pulling off your waterlogged boots. If she hears you, she doesn't respond. You greet some of your menagerie of pets with pats and scratches before making a beeline for the rug in front of the fireplace. The rug is one of your finds from your occasional forays into antique stores. You sink down on your knees, run your hands through the pile and then lie down on your back, savouring the warmth of the fire and the softness beneath you. Immediately, the cold feeling that's been present all day starts to dissipate.

The noise in the kitchen lessens and footsteps approach the lounge. She's barefoot.

"Babe, I bought slippers for your birthday for a reason," you say, not moving from your position, unable to open your eyes as you feel yourself start to drift off. The footsteps draw closer and then quieten as she pads across the rug towards you. You're aware of her kneeling over you and feel her lips brush against yours.

"Hi," she murmurs, voice low and husky.

"Hey," you reply, bringing your arms up around her neck. "Dinner smells great. Is it okay if I just lie here until it's ready? I'm exhausted."

"Mmm," her response comes in the form of a kiss. You smile against her lips and go to run your hands up into her hair, surprised when you have nothing to curl your fingers around. You open your eyes and stare up at her in amazement before lowering your eyes to what she's wearing. Or not wearing. She smiles down at you, "Don't worry, it isn't permanent. The hair. I was experimenting before I started cooking dinner."

"I like it short," you hear yourself say, dragging your eyes back up to her face, "I like it a lot."

"And the shirt?" she asks, a smirk playing on her lips.

"I'd be happy if the shirt went," you say, chuckling softly. She ducks her head and kisses you again, her teeth grazing over your bottom lip. The tiredness you've been feeling since around the middle of the day is replaced by another sensation, one that's not entirely unwelcome.

She lowers her body on top of yours, never breaking the kiss and you feel her hips grind against yours. Your eyes snap open when you feel something else, something that contrasts starkly with the softness of her body, press against you and run your hands down her back, cupping her ass before sliding your hands up to toy with the straps resting below her hips. Your fingers skim over her skin as they travel to the front of her body and circle around the base of what's hiding beneath the oversized shirt she's wearing.

Your eyes connect with hers, darkening with lust, and your already-trembling fingers unbutton the shirt so you can see more of her. She starts to move up your body until her knees sink into the rug, level with your hips. Her fingers make quick work of the dress you'd thrown on in the semi-darkness of your bedroom early in the morning and she pulls it up over your head.

"I've been thinking about you all day," her voice sends tremors through your body and she leans down to press a kiss just behind your ear, letting her tongue drift over a sensitive patch of skin. You feel yourself shudder at the contact and she pulls away with a smile, reaching behind you to unsnap your bra. "I thought about you when you left me alone in bed this morning," she moves her attention to your neck, licking and sucking until she elicits your first whimper. "I thought about you when I took a shower…" Your collarbone is next, teeth grazing at the skin. "While I was curled up on the couch this afternoon," a stream of air exhales rapidly from her mouth and causes the skin around your nipples to prickle. "When I was making your dinner…"

"Fuck," you murmur, feeling her grind against you again as her mouth envelopes one nipple while an assured hand kneads at your other breast, "I'm sorry."

"Hmm."

She doesn't break contact and the sensation of her humming sends another tremor through your body causing heat to pool at the apex of your legs.

"I'm sorry you were alone," you whisper, "For all of your… thinking."

She continues unabated, fingers tugging your nipple now and her tongue painting wide strokes across the other. All the while, she's pressing herself against you, rubbing against your thigh.

"Tell me what you thought about," your voice already sounds ragged and you almost beg her to rip the rest of your clothes off, but you want to hear her voice, hear her say the words out loud. Her ability to be verbose and articulate while doing exquisitely indecent things to your body astounds you sometimes. She lifts her head and you mourn the loss of contact from her swollen lips.

"You," she says simply and you blush. "You and me. Your face as I bury my fingers deep inside you. The way you draw patterns on my skin with your tongue, your nails scratching my back. The sound of my name on your lips as I make you come…" she pauses, smiling lasciviously. "And the sound of your scream when I make you come again."

You feel your skin prickle with heat as she pushes against you.

"I thought about your face when you arrived home to find me half-naked," she says, hands moving to push down the clothes hugging your lower body. "I thought about you lying here in front of the fire."

Your eyes close as she tugs your remaining clothes off and you sigh contentedly as she begins to kiss her way upwards from your calf to the inside of your thigh.

"I thought about taking off every inch of your clothing and kissing your skin until you no longer felt cold and I thought about the way your skin reacts when my tongue runs up the length of your body."

Her mouth continues its journey northward until she's kissing your neck again. You moan as the hardness of the strap-on presses against your entrance.

"I thought about how it would feel to have you under me as I slide inside you."

You gasp, canting your hips upwards as she fills you up at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"Please," you hear yourself whisper, eyes half-opening to look at her. "Please."

She shakes her head.

"I thought about you begging me for more," she murmurs, licking her lips before she slowly slides out of you again. You whimper against your will as she begins the process again, still moving at a glacial speed. "How does that feel, baby?"

"It's agony," you tell her in a breathless voice, "Delicious agony."

She leans in close, lips ghosting along your jaw line.

"Right now, I'm thinking about putting you out of your misery," she says, chuckling when you begin to nod furiously, "But then, I also think you can stand it once more…"

"I can't," you whimper, shaking your head rapidly, "Please…"

You're about to moan her name when she thrusts deep inside you.

"Yes," you hiss, eyes rolling back, hips jerking upwards to meet hers. She stills, hoisting your right leg around her waist; her hand slides up the back of your thigh until it cups your ass. Your hand clamps to the back of her neck and draws her lips closer to yours until they meet in a frenzied kiss. She moans into your mouth as you suck on her bottom lip; your other hand resting on her hip briefly before it slides down further. She grins against your mouth as you raise your hips and try to pull her deeper inside you.

"Fuck me," your voice is a trembling whisper and she complies, relief flooding your entire body as she slides in and out of your slick wetness. Her pace is rhythmically faultless; her mouth latches onto your neck and sucks as she pumps and you writhe beneath her. Your hips are matching her rhythm to make sure that you take as much of her as you can as she buries herself inside you over and over again; your muscles have already started to clench.

"I thought about you on top of me," her voice is a soft growl that causes your eyes to snap open. She begins to slow, searching for assent in your face. You nod and she hugs you close as she rolls onto her back. There's a momentary loss of contact as you move to kneel above her. Her hands steady you as you raise yourself up and guide her back inside, wavering slightly as new tremors of desire wash over you.

Her hips begin canting upwards slowly, finding her rhythm again; her hands are tight on your hips as she starts to lose herself. You rock back and forth, meeting her as she thrusts upwards and your body slides down around the shaft of silicone. You lean forwards, planting your hands on the rug, level with her shoulders and part your lips.

"Harder," you tell her and she nods, hips rolling up from the ground with more force. You groan and grind back against her, losing your pace for a second. The friction sends another shockwave through your body that forces you upright once again, head falling backwards. Her thrusts continue getting harder and faster with every stroke and you're not even trying to keep up anymore.

The coiled feeling inside you is ready to explode and you try to quell it, desperate for this to continue. Her nails digging into your hipbone bring your attention back down to her; she's staring at you with something akin to awe and you feel yourself blush under the intensity of her gaze.

"Mine," she whispers, as though she's just realising for the first time that this is real. You nod, mouth falling open as she presses her fingers to your clit. Your moans turn to pleas for her to make you come and she obliges, fingers quickening over your throbbing clit and her hips rolling up against yours all the while.

Her name is the only thing on your lips as you tumble over the edge, leaning back against her bended legs as wave after wave courses through your body.

"So good," you purr, eyes half-closed and you feel her chuckle beneath you as she slowly raises you up and pulls you down against her body. Your lips meet hers in a languid kiss and when you pull away she grins. "What?"

"I'm still hard," she winks and you laugh.

"Funny that," you muse, feeling her squirm underneath you, "Maybe you can tell me more about your day after dinner? Some of these thoughts you've been having are enthralling."

"You did look rather… enthralled," she concedes with a nod and a short laugh, "How was your day?"

You think back to your morning meeting with the cast of your movie, to the brief read-through of the opening scene of the script that you helped to write and you'll be directing. The feeling of intense pride that something you helped to create is actually going to come to life is almost intoxicating and you grin.

"Today, it got real."