Disguised In Lavender

Part 38

Being stared at in public felt like a never ending cycle that Lauren had had enough with all her life. Still, if a few stares was all it took to be told 'i love you' in private with Ann's lips on her neck and hands in her hair, it was worth it. "Hey." Tanner broke the rider from her fantasy, she looked up at him across the table from where she sat beside Ann. "If you get pancakes can I have one?" He asked seriously, Lauren rolled her eyes and nodded, picking up her menu and scanning still slightly unfocused. Ann placed her hand on the older girl's thigh under the table, making her jump slightly and glare at her wide eyed. "What?" She asked innocently, drawing her fingers high up until they hooked around the band of Lauren's jeans. The rider poked he tongue into her cheek to keep from squirming, heat tingling through her spine. "Just water for the table, please." Ann looked up at the waiter who appeared at the head of the table without warning, a long blakc apron hanging over a gold shirt. "Of course, I'll be back with those and to take your order." Lauren sucked her breath into her cheeks sharply, avoiding the curious glance she got as the waitress looked away. Ann smiled over at her with her leg over the rider's thigh to hide that her hand was stroking her inner thigh.

A raging fever turned Lauren's cheeks a burning red, she swallowed and tilted her head back teasingly. "After breakfast let's go back to our dorm." Ann proposed out loud to the table, lifting her leg and crossing her arms over her chest with ehr eyes still locked on Lauren. The rider looked her up and down with a testy click of her tongue, sticking out her tongue. "Sure but don't forget that Ducky's training starts at two. I have to be out with Dalla at one so you can come watch." Lauren opened her mouth to agree, thinking it would be fun to jeer at Dalla for an hour. "Ducky might like the extra time to get used to the course." Ann agreed thoughtfully, neither of them were quiet over the shock that Ducky was blind.

The waitress reappeared with a pad of paper and a stunningly fake smile, taking their orders obediently. "The north west really doesn't know how to chill out." Tanner sighed, leaning back as if reading out his order had taken a lot of strength from him. "They can be as uptight as they want, Dalla would fit in just fine." Ann joked with a distasteful scrunch of her face as if the name stung her tongue like salt.

The hotel wasn't a dorm, it was a hotel, which meant no one would randomly walk into anyone else's private room. Ann tapped her foot impatiently as the illuminated numbers on the elevator slowly shuffled from ground to twenty. Lauren set her foot against the mirror that covered the back half of the elevator, opening her phone. She looked up almost instantly as Ann put a hand behind her neck and lowered the screen to force their eyes together. "Don't you think the elevator is a tacky place?" Lauren asked, her voice lifting an octave with the heat suddenly swarming the enclosed box between them. "Is it?" The trainer asked slowly, her other hand drawing down Lauren's leg and lifting her knee against her hip.

Ann pulled her head back as the older girl reached forward to kiss her, huffing at being denied. "Good girl." Ann hummed, tilting her head to reach Lauren's lips, dancing her fingers down her neck to her collar. The elevator doors beeped as they opened but Ann still didn't let go of Lauren, only opening one eye to see over her shoulder. She pulled enticingly on the rider's lower lip, lifting her by the small of her back as her hands flung around her neck.

Probably to their luck, the hotel hall down to their room was empty so no one saw Lauren hanging from Ann. The rider topled back onto the bed, breathing hard with her eyes still locked on Ann who stood over her. "Darling." Ann was already slipping off her denim vest, ducking her head under the white shirt beneath and tossing them both over a chair. She smiled with a glitter to her dark eyes, soft fingers slipping along Lauren's waist until they unhooked the button down from her pants. "Doors locked?" The rider managed through her quick breath, craning her neck back as Ann's hand slipped under her shirt. "Blame me if it's not." There was no denial but Lauren wasn't thinking straight enough to check anyway. She pulled her hands out of Ann's grasp and started unbuttoning her shirt, sitting up and kissing the trainer.

Ann reacted just as stubbornly, her hand against the back of the older girl's neck sharply. Lauren let the sleeves of her shirt slip down, her prominent collarbone glistening with sweat. "That's right, gorgeous, mine." Ann's voice was raspy as she lowered her head to Lauren's neck, pulling gently at the sensitive skin with her lips. Lauren slumped into the feeling, a soft moan escaping her mouth, her hands caressing down Ann's waist. "Ann." She whispered, tilting her chin up and further exposing her throat and chest to her girlfriend.

Lauren lay on her back with a blanket over her stomach, her eyes closed but a small smile on her bruised lips. Marks scattered her collar in a deep purple and her bra was unhooked but hung loosely off her wide shoulders. "Darling, come here." Ann slid into the bed beside her, fully dressed in a white polo shirt and tight jodhoppers that fit her figure. Lauren opened her eyes and pouted accusingly as the younger girl shifted on top of her, playing with her ruffled hair. "I have a feeling Dalla wouldn't like this." Ann giggled, pulling a bowl of cool water onto the comforter and wringing out a cloth into it.

She pressed it along Lauren's cheeks, dripping some down her neck and onto the sheets. "She can jerk off to someone else's girlfriend." The older girl mumbled tiredly, rolling her neck with a crack and sitting up as Ann rolled over. "What's a pretty girl doing being bullied by someone like her?" She asked with a grumble, jealous of course that Dalla even dared go after Lauren when they were together. "She has a crush on you, so you could say I'm fucking the love interest." Ann broke into a smile and shoved Lauren back down onto the pillows, glaring at her playfully. "Get dressed and let's go, you're so annoying." The rider bounced up from the bed, blowing a kiss at Ann that she pretended to duck, flashing a bird.