The Art of the Game (Laurinah)

Chapter Seven

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Dinah was painfully worried that this was all just a dream. That was her initial thought in the millisecond before her lips connected with Lauren's. How many years had Dinah dreamed of this very moment?

But it was happening. It was real.

Dinah felt her heart stop, maybe in nervous fear, or maybe in the way that Lauren's lips on hers felt like a kiss from heaven and all that was right in the world. Maybe Dinah's heart had decided to pause it's never ending task at hand just to stand in awe of this life altering moment. It stopped all the same, just like the first time Lauren had given her the sweetest momentary cardiac arrest anyone could be bestowed with, and then restarted at a pace too frantic for Dinah to keep up with. She didn't even care about her own heart really. She was to busy fretting over every single cell in Lauren's perfect lips that was making her lose her fucking mind.

And Lauren had the fucking nerve to sigh? A restful breathy sound ghosted in between the gentlest of kisses. Dinah felt utterly and completely wrecked by the softest of touches and Lauren had the nerve to sigh and taunt Dinah's lips to consume more and how the fuck was she supposed to calm the storm in her mind right now? She felt electric, like her whole body had been struck by the most devastatingly satisfying strand of lightning.

Lauren could not really believe Dinah was kissing her right now. The whole night had seemed unreal and if she would have had to guess earlier where she would have ended up tonight, sitting next to Dinah on her bed kissing her would have definitely not even been within the realm of possibilities. It felt unreal too. Like discovering a shocking new secret about life, learning something you never even knew to be possible, suddenly was. Lauren couldn't help but feel enthralled by the fact that Dinah's lips were caressing hers with the precious care she only ever knew and received from Dinah's character. She couldn't help but want to learn more.

With every sweep of Dinah's lips Lauren felt her body's nerves relax into the kiss and into Dinah's hands that moved to cup her cheeks, cradling her face. She never felt more safe and at peace than when she was with Dinah and it turned out those feelings translated into the girl's kisses as well. Dinah's lips were soft and comforting, smooth and careful against her own and she began to feel dizzy with every blissful stroke.

Dinah was lost in a state of euphoria when she slid her tongue between Lauren's lips to tease and taste. How the fuck did this girl actually taste like mangos? Dinah could only wonder at the probability that Lauren would taste just as sweet in other places. The thought prompted her to kiss down the dark haired girl's jaw and onto the soft skin along her neck.

Lauren felt her sense of calm dissolving quickly and melting into something entirely new deep inside when she felt Dinah's lips dragging across her sensitive skin. Where before Dinah's kisses had just been slow and hesitant, she felt a new sense of urgency in the way Dinah's hands had slid into Lauren's hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck and how her mouth moved insistently against it. One caramel coloured hand moved down to grip at Lauren's waist before Dinah's lips were back on hers and her best friend's tongue was teasing against her own.

Lauren couldn't stop the gasp from leaving her lips when Dinah's hand crept under her shirt, fingers brushing up over the skin at her stomach, making its way higher. When her other hand joined underneath the garment to persuade it up and off, Lauren started as she realized they were reaching dangerously intimate territory. If they went much farther there would be no stopping and Lauren wasn't sure she was ready for everything that was about to transpire.

Dinah removed Lauren's shirt, tossing it behind her, and stood up to take off her own with impatient enthusiasm before catching a glimpse of Lauren's tentative expression. Was she having second thoughts?