I've got you {Laurinah}

5. Because You're You (pt. 2)

A/N:

I've added the mature content warning, so... 

The chapter is  a direct continuation from Chapter 4, and takes place immediately afterwards. Alright, go ahead.

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5. Because You're You (pt. 2)

The air of the bathroom was chilly on Lauren's skin after being wrapped up in Dinah, and as the taller woman let her go to open the shower door and stepped inside, Lauren wrapped her own arms around her body to keep warm. This didn't last long, though, because a moment later, Dinah was pulling her into the shower, leaning down to peck her lips and then moving away to turn on the water before Lauren could respond.

Lauren smiled despite herself, her insecurities and the brand new stretch marks on her belly the farthest thing from her mind as she watched her wife. But her smile turned into an indignant squeak as the water came on, freezing cold.

"Oh, shit!" Dinah cried as Lauren plastered herself against her side, a pout on her face, trying to get her warmth back. After a few seconds of frantic fiddling with the dial, the water became a reasonable temperature, and Lauren stared at Dinah reproachfully as Dinah looked down at her.

"That didn't exactly help set the mood," Lauren grumbled, her arms still wrapped around Dinah's waist.

"Don't worry, babe," Dinah said, kissing her forehead. "Something tells me the mood is gonna be fine."

Tugging at Lauren's arms, Dinah turned around to face her, and kissed her again, one hand coming up to cup her jaw, the other resting on her hip. Dinah tugged gently at Lauren's lower lip with her teeth, and Lauren's breath caught as she opened her mouth and wrapped her arms around her wife's neck.

Her tongue exploring Lauren's mouth, Dinah pushed Lauren gently against the wall of the shower. Hissing slightly as the cold tile hit her back, Lauren dug her nails into Dinah's shoulder, causing her wife to break away and let out a breathless, surprised little laugh before leaning back in and kissing Lauren again, more passionately this time.

Dinah's hands were tracing patterns in water up and down her sides and lower back, pressing constellations into her ribs and rubbing gentle swirls into the skin above her hips.

Somewhere, in the part of her mind that wasn't completely engrossed in the moment and the way Dinah felt against her, Lauren had the sudden desire to paint actual designs and pictures onto Dinah's skin. To kiss down her spine and follow her lips with spirals of color, paint flowers on her full breasts, create entire galaxies on her hips and the skin between them. To spread her thighs and streak colors along the insides, drawing patterns with her fingertips, then lean in closer and...

Dinah's thigh slipped between Lauren's legs, pressing up against her center, and every thought that wasn't Dinah, Dinah, Dinah disappeared from Lauren's mind. A small moan escaped Lauren's lips, and Dinah slid her tongue along the line of Lauren's jaw before kissing down her throat, sucking on the skin at her pulse point and prompting another moan.

Her head falling back against the tile, Lauren groaned and curled her hand into Dinah's wet hair, moving her hips and trying to find more friction against Dinah's thigh.

Suddenly, Dinah was backing away from her, and Lauren whimpered at the loss, pressing her own thighs together and biting her lip as Dinah's gaze traveled up and down her body, her caramel eyes dark and wide.

"Let me wash you," Dinah said, her voice rough, eyes pinning Lauren to the wall. Even though it was phrased as a request, Lauren could hear the command in her voice, and clenched her fist as heat rushed through her body in response.