Best of the Best

Chapter 14: Waffles

"Thomas shh. Get away from the door."

"Camila in there."

"Yes, sweetheart, but she's still sleeping so we have to be quiet."

"Camila tired?"

"I have no doubt."

"But Camila have breakfast with us."

"Yes I'm sure she will, but for now let's move this conversation to the kitchen and let her sleep a little longer while we make it."

"Waffles!"

Camila hid her giggle in her pillow.

"Thomas," she heard Lauren hiss, followed by the boy's hushed apology.

They finally started down the hall, their footsteps muffled as Camila stretched and yawned. She sank back into her pillows with a happy sigh, rolling around giddily in Lauren's soft sheets. She pulled the comforter over her head and gave herself a few minutes to spaz out, before taking a deep breath and calming back down.

She was still under the covers when she heard the door open, and quiet shuffling along the plush carpet, before feeling the mattress dip.

"Camz, darling," Lauren murmured, rubbing Camila's leg through the blankets. "I know you deserve to sleep in much longer after such a, wonderful, athletic performance last night, but it won't be long before breakfast. It probably also won't be long before Thomas gets in here, and I doubt you want him to find you in all your glory."

Camila flipped the comforter down, and taking in Lauren's tousled hair, silk pajamas, and fluffy robe, smiled bright. "Glory?"

Returning the smile, with her own sly grin, Lauren lifted the edge of the sheet that covered Camila's torso and snuck a peak before dropping it. "An apt description," she said, leaning over and capturing Camila's lips in a languid kiss. "It's all very glorious, and last night..." she trailed off with a dreamy lilt.

Camila blushed, and tried to push some of the hair out of her face. "Yeah?"

Lauren helped with a gentle swipe of her fingers, and cupped Camila's cheek. "Was the panting and moaning and writhing not enough of an indication?"

Camila had to squint to make room for her smile. "I did that."

Lauren smiled and shook her head, as she got up to retrieve Camila's sweatpants and t-shirt from the floor. "Yes you did, so I imagine you must be hungry."

Camila shifted and propped herself against the headboard. Lauren let her eyes linger as the sheet slipped down, before handing the clothes over.

Camila blushed at the attention, before pulling her shirt over her head, and swinging her legs put from under the covers. "I heard someone mention waffles."

Lauren sat on the edge of the bed with a sigh. "Did he wake you?"

Camila tugged on her sweats and kissed Lauren's cheek. "No, I felt you peel yourself off me."

Lauren chuckled. "We were very much stuck together."

Camila smiled and ran her fingers through her hair, trying to tame it. "Things got sweaty."

Lauren smirked as she stood. "They certainly did," she said, running a finger up Camila's arm. "And I certainly appreciated all that effort, by my count, six times."

Camila sputtered and fidgeted with the edge of the sheet in her lap. "Umm.. What- when was the sixth time?"

Lauren kissed a burning cheek. "Immediately after the fifth time, champ," she answered, with a wag of her eyebrows and extra emphasis on the P. "Now go give your face a wash, and meet us in the kitchen. If you want a robe there's some more hanging on the back of if the bathroom door."