Dinah loves Jarryd. Lauren knows this; she can see it on Dinah's face in those sporadic moments when she speaks of him. Dinah loves Jarryd even though he was a dick head to everyone.
Just like how Lauren loves Camila. . They don't speak of their lovers very often.
It is late, and Lauren's home is empty again. It's chilly in her room and the curtains are drawn. Goosebumps run across her arms and legs. Dinah called when Lauren was dressing for bed, in just a t-shirt and her underwear. Dinah looks put together, as always. She toed off her heels at the front door, but her legs still look endless in her jeans and her tank top is snug and her hair is carefully tousled.
Lauren leans back against her headboard, crossing her arms across her chest. Dinah runs her fingers delicately across the homework on Lauren's desk. "It's weird that you actually leave it out while we are on holidays"
"It's not," Lauren says, glancing at her cell phone before setting it on her bedside table. "Where else would I put it?"
"I don't know." Dinah turns around to face Lauren, leaning back against the desk chair. "Maybe in a draw. Or, you know, not in your bedroom at all."
Dinah raises her eyebrows.
"Oh, shut up," Lauren says.
Dinah rolls her eyes, then walks to the bed and crawls across it, climbing into Lauren's lap. "Fine," she says, and kisses her, with both hands on the sides of her face.
Lauren finds solace in these moments-- the warm body of another human (she thinks that sometimes with her hands on Dinah's waist, that Dinah is also human, and she also struggles, and she is also left in the dark, and she is also confused and hurt and alone) and the beautiful simplicity of it, the hard kiss of another who also happens to be deeply in love with a person who hurts.
She loves Dinah, sometimes, in a different way.
Lauren slides her hands underneath Dinah's tank, pulling her body tight against her own. Her fingers dip into the waistband of Dinahs jeans and Dinah hums against Lauren's lips. Dinah drops one hand from Laurens face and slides her fingers across her collarbone, still covered by the t-shirt, and then trails her fingers barely against Lauren's breast before resting on her hip.
At the contact, Lauren inhales sharply, the kiss still unbroken, and Dinah nips at Laurens lower lip.
Suddenly Dinah sits back, pulling away from Lauren. Her hair is more tousled now, her cheeks slightly flushed and her lips reddened from te kiss.
Lauren looks at her and opens her mouth to say something, but then Dinah grips her by the hips and pulls her down, roughly, away from the headboard so she's lying flat on her back. Then Dinah is on top of her, pressing her body down against Lauren's and kissing Lauren's jaw just under her ear.
"Oh," Lauren says, curling one hand into the thick hair at the base of Dinahs neck, and sliding the other into her back pocket.
She captures Dinah's mouth again, running her tongue across her lips, capturing the taste of her lip balm. Dinah's weight feels good on her body, secure, warm, and the curves of her waist and ass fit in her hands. Lauren breaks the kiss and presses her mouth to Dinah's neck, baring her teeth and letting them drag across her skin gently, and feeling Dinah quiver against her.
Then Lauren's phone goes off.
Her ringtone isn't anything flashy, but the incessant high-pitched chirping kills the mood, and Lauren finds herself grimacing into Dinah's shoulder.
"Sorry," she mutters. "That's my phone. It's probably--"
Dinah cuts her off. "Answer it."
"What? No."
