Of Carburetors and Creampuffs

Chapter 12: Sunbeams and Secrets

Dinah looked down at her phone in confusion. She had a text from Camila which was weird enough on it's own but the message itself threw her even further for a loop.

Camila (8:13): Hey DJ! Something came up and I'm going to be out of town all weekend so I won't make it to the pub tonight for the group trivia crack-athon. You guys have fun though and I made sure you all have a few free jugs of beer. Just tell the staff that Camila set it up. See you at the shop on Monday! :)

What the hell? Dinah had just gotten back from her morning run so the last thing she expected was a long winded message from a self proclaimed text-o-phobe who never woke up earlier than 11am on the weekends. Weird was what it was.

For all that she was confused as all hell, Dinah put down her phone in favor of a steamy shower. She didn't bother responding since she knew that one text from Camila was already way beyond the limit and getting a second was an impossibility.

Didn't mean she'd stop thinking about it though.

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Between Camila and Lauren it only took them about a half hour to unload the truck and stock the fridge and cupboards with the provisions Camila had brought.

It had taken all of 2 minutes for the dogs to bound into the river, snapping their impressive jaws at the passing aquatic life. They left them to it while they finished getting organized, they were in no danger of wandering away as their attachment to Lauren(and to a lesser degree, Camila) was far too strong for them to want to be far.

They decided that joining their four legged companions was a great way to start off their little vacation. The drive had left them stiff so a swim would be the ideal way to loosen up.

Camila grabbed her bathing suit and headed to the bathroom to change while Lauren used the bedroom. Of which there was one, with only a double bed to occupy it. Neither was there a couch or futon in the place so Lauren had to wonder where Camila figured they'd sleep. It looked like sharing was the only option and while Lauren wasn't averse to it (not by a long shot) she had to wonder if Camila had even thought that far in her planning. She wouldn't put it past the girl to have gotten so excited she forgot to think about the practicalities of the trip.

Finishing tying up the top of her bikini, Lauren strode out of the room to wait for Camila in the main living room / dining room / kitchen section of the cabin. The structure was essentially only three rooms. The main room, the bathroom and the bedroom. She figured that was really all you needed anyway and it was actually quite adorable. She wasn't sure who decorated the place but she couldn't imagine Camila or her dad had had anything to do with it. It was too stylish to have been done by a middle aged man who liked to go fishing on the weekends, and it looked nothing like Camila's house in town. It was sleek and utilitarian, quite modern really. Everything was colored in a gradient of greyish blues to deep, ocean blue. The appliances were new and shiny chrome much like Lauren's own, and the small accent pieces were nautical in nature. It was seriously welcoming and Lauren could see herself spending an extended period of time there no problem.

She didn't have much chance to inspect the place any closer since Camila choose that moment to step out of the bathroom. Lauren couldn't see her bathing suit since it was worn beneath a long button down beach shirt.

Her eyes travelled down Camila's legs appreciatively and when she eventually looked to Camila's face she found that the brunette's eyes weren't trained on her own. Rather they were roving her body which was on full display as she hadn't bothered with a cover since the walk was so short down to the river.

Lauren smirked knowingly and allowed the inspection for another moment before drawing Camila's attention elsewhere with a quite loud throat clearing.