Her left arm pulsed numbly, pins and needles running from her shoulder down to the tips of her fingers. Camila shifted slightly in her seat, a rush of blood flowing through her arm, heightening the dull ache. But the uncomfortable tingling was masked by the soft strands of messy brunette hair that brushed against her bare skin, and the steady in and out of the girl's breathing as she slept soundly on Camila's shoulder.
She'd been sitting like this for the past hour, watching the girl as the light outside the window slowly faded into darkness. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little cold, having nothing but a singlet covering her chest. But she was scared to move, or even reach for a blanket, afraid that this moment would break, this moment of complete peace and clarity. Her breathing came easier, and she couldn't help the smile that made its way across her lips. So, she sat in content silence as Lauren continued to snore softly, Camila keeping her eyes on the sleeping girl.
After a moment, Camila moved her gaze to the small window next to Lauren, the setting sun casting an orange glow over miles and miles of grass fields. Small houses spotted the horizon with narrow road winding through the expanse of green like a vast web. But Camila knew that all of it would soon fade, the view along with the tingling in just a few short minutes. Any moment the fields would give way to a sprawling city and Camila would be forced to wake the sleeping girl next to her.
She ran her fingers gently through Lauren's hair, barely grazing the hair that stuck adorably to her forehead. She looked so peaceful. Camila wanted nothing more than to leave her there, Lauren stirring gently at the soft touch. A smile pulled at the side of her mouth as another rush of tingles shot down Camila's arm at the small movement.
This should be killing me, being this close to you.
It should hurt.
So, why isn't the pain coming?
A young redheaded woman began walking down the aisle, turning to each passenger and taking headphones and other waste, preparing for their landing in the capital. Camila stole herself the last few moments of this feeling, knowing that it would dim once the girl opened her eyes. Knowing that once she woke, the moment would be hindered by those clouded eyes and the stubborn walls. After a breath, Camila reached out and ran the back of her finger gently down her cheek, attempting to rouse her.
"Lauren."
The girl's brow furrowed, stirring slightly, before burying her face further into the nook between Camila's arm and the swell of her chest. The brunette heaved a sigh, her hand ready to run another finger over her cheek when soft lips connected to Camila's skin, rendering her breathless. Long fingers laced delicately around her wrist, those lips placing lazy kisses on the underside of her arm as her nose grazed the sensitive skin. It sent a different kind of tingling down her arm, and had her heart beating loudly just beneath her thin singlet.
"Lauren," she repeated, failing miserably to keep her voice even.
God, that feels good.
The girl's eyes slowly fluttered open, focusing on the brunette, her lazy smile dropping slightly. Camila watched as realization washed over her face at who was actually sitting next to her. Bringing her hand up to her mouth, Lauren brushed her fingertips gently across her lips as she sat up to regard Camila cautiously, shock colouring the clouded emerald.
"Sorry," she husked sleepily, no longer able to meet her gaze. "Habit."
And you're apologizing for that why?
Lauren busied herself with adjusting the off-white blanket that covered her knees as feeling rushed back into Camila's arm, her skin prickling uncomfortably. She flexed her fingers and stretched out her shoulder experimentally, Lauren still not looking in her direction. A chill spread down her back as the temperature of the cabin hit her warm arm, Camila shivering involuntarily.
