Bloodstream

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"W-what?" Dinah asked nervously.

Lauren ran her hands through her hair as she chuckled trying to cover her slight unease. "I need you to take off your pants so I can clean the cut directly. I can't help much through fabric."

"Um yeah okay." The tall Polynesian was unsure why she was so nervous to show her body to the girl. She was very confident in the way she looked.

She reached for the top of her leggings, slipping her fingers trying to move them but due to the angle she was sitting they wouldn't budge.

"Gosh darn it." She said in annoyance. As if this situation couldn't get anymore awkward, she cringed silently knowing the words she was about to ask.

"This might sound even weirder..." She began in the same context Lauren used just a few moments ago. "... But can you help me? I can't move."

"I-umm. Y-yeah yeah of course. No problem." she stammered out, hoping Dinah didn't notice.

The task was physically impossible from a distance so Lauren had to result in getting incredibly close to Dinah. The girl leaned back on the counter as Lauren closed the space between them. She slid her fingers underneath the waist band, where Dinah had just tried to do, and pulled on the fabric. Instantly as her knuckles touched the skin above the injured girls hips chills ran through them both. Dinah almost let out a short gasp but bit her lip to muffle it. She wasn't sure why the cuban had such an affect on her. No guy had ever made her feel that way plus the fact that Lauren was a girl threw her for an even bigger loop.

Lauren carefully slide the leggings down her waist but stopping as the fabric reached her butt.

"Could you umm" The dark haired girl said bashfully, gesturing to her thighs.

She realized that the girl couldn't slide her pants any further unless her butt was off the counter. "Oh yeah sorry." Dinah said lifting her hips.

Carefully Lauren slid them across her butt , revealing a pair of black boy shorts.

"Thank god I wore underwear today..." Dinah thought.

Lauren squatted down as her pulled the leggings all the way down to Dinah's ankles, trying desperately not to stare at the girl's incredibly toned legs.

She quickly pulled them off completely and stood back up to face Dinah with a reddish tint in her light skin.

They locked eyes again and Lauren felt almost entranced by the pair of chocolate brown eyes staring back at her. The gaze lasted what felt like hours until Lauren finally broke contact.

"Um okay let's get this cleaned out." She said with a shaky voice.

She took the towel and ran under the water again before dabbing at the cut. It wasn't as bad as she'd originally thought. The gash was about 3 inches long and about a 1/4 of an inch wide. It could easily heal without stitches. Lauren wasn't sure what she was going to do if it was worse. Dinah seemed to be extremely uncomfortable with the idea of the doctors. A part of her wanted to ask but she didn't want to over step her boundaries, especially since she just met the girl an hour ago.

Dinah watched intently as the shorter girl cleaned the dried blood away. She was so gentle, Dinah almost didn't feel it.

The dark haired girl was very beautiful. Dinah had noticed it earlier but now given the chance to really observe the girl, she was taken aback at stunning she really was. From her green piercing eyes to her heart melting smile. She had incredible long brownish black hair and a cute nose and her lips...

"OW!!!" Almost on cue her thoughts were interrupted by a shooting pain in her thigh.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I'm almost done." Lauren said apologetically as she looked up into the brown eyes once more. "Do you have a first aid kit?"