Ink ➳ Camren

Chapter Nine

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The door to the tattooing room was shut quickly by the laughing raven girl who was thankful for the brunette's ability to think on her feet, successfully avoiding an awkward pissing match with "I'm a drummer" Reagan and bringing them to a location where they could be alone. Perhaps, Camila hadn't given it much thought, but Lauren couldn't help but imagine all the things she wanted to show the inexperienced brunette.

"I think she likes you." Lauren's eyes were bright and shining as she looked over at Camila who had entered the room ahead of her and immediately claimed the small stool on wheels as her own.

"Ridiculous!" Camila punctuated her exclamation with a flourish as she raised her can of beer in the air and spun herself around on the stool, letting the momentum gradually bring her back around to face the raven girl.

Lauren couldn't help but smile adoringly at the sight.

"So, Lo...what's next on the tour? You gonna show me the ropes?" Camila shot up from the stool, a bit too quickly, and had to steady herself as all the booze and beer and spinning finally hit her. "Whoa." She blinked a few times, regaining her composure, and finished off the rest of her drink, setting the empty can on the counter against the wall.

Lauren didn't respond right away; she held the joint she had taken from Adam between her lips and produced a lighter from her pocket, bringing the flame up to the tip. After a few puffs, it was lit and she regarded Camila as she inhaled and exhaled the thick, delicious smoke. "Well, I suppose this is part of the tour." Lauren gestured to the room in which they stood. "This is where Lily keeps her needles after all."

"True. True. This is where all the magic happens." Camila whimsically brushed her fingers over the headrest of The Chair as she wandered around the room looking at and touching everything.

"So, Laur? Were you in here while she was doing it?" Camila turned as Lauren coughed out the mouthful of smoke she had just inhaled.

"What?! No! That's disgusting! We stayed in the other room while she and Harry were fucking." Lauren was shocked at Camila's question.

Camila's face broke out into a huge smile and she couldn't hold back her laughter. "Lauren! I meant were you in here with me while Lily was doing my tattoo." Camila continued to laugh.

"Oh. Right." Lauren blushed, but tried not to show it. "Then, yes. Yes, I was in here while she was doing it." Lauren had to giggle at her misstep.

"Good. I'm glad." Camila smiled at her.

"And if you really want to know, I was also holding your hand while she was doing it." Lauren looked deeply into Camila's brown, smiling eyes. "Well, holding might not be the right word for it. I was enduring the death grip you had on my hand that nearly crushed it to bits."

Camila scrunched up her face as she listened to Lauren's description. "Really? Hmm. Sorry about that."

Lauren held out her hand and flexed her fingers a few times. "No harm done."

"Thank God." Camila winked at her and it was not a playful wink. It was a terribly filthy, insinuating wink accompanied by a cheeky smirk that punched Lauren directly in the stomach when she realized what she was implying.

Seeing the desired reaction spread across Lauren's face, the triumphant brunette turned on her heel and continued wandering about the room.

Lauren was shaken out of her stupor by the vibration of her phone in her pocket. She reached for it, unlocked it, and read the text message from Taylor: