Drabbles. {Fifth Harmony}

3. Scarves + Soccer Players {Caminah}

Shivering, Camila pulled her jacket closer around her body, very much not used to fall in New York after having spent 18 years of her life in near constant heat.

She blew out a puff of hot air, wondering if it was cold enough to turn to fog yet.

No chance. Sighing, she kicked up the brown leaves as her feet as she walked under the big oak tree in the Quad.

Suddenly, a hand was grabbing Camila's scarf, pulling her towards the trunk of the tree, and she gasped and closed her eyes, her heart kickstarting as she stumbled forwards, almost faceplanting into the leaves.

"Oh, shit," exclaimed a husky voice, and then there were steady hands on her waist, holding her upright. "No, don't die, that's not part of the plan."

"What the...." Camila started, and opened her eyes.

She was still looking down from her near-death experience, panting, and so the first thing she saw was soccer cleats.

Frowning, she let her eyes travel up the body of the girl who was still holding onto her rather firmly. Long, toned tan legs, soccer shorts, and a jersey riding up over her hip.

Camila leaned back slightly, lips parting as she took in the droplets of sweat on the girl's upper chest and throat, and finally, her face, defined cheekbones and warm brown eyes, her long dyed blond hair pulled into a ponytail.

"Holy shit, you're hot," Camila said, awed, then immediately slapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, fuck, that wasn't supposed to be out loud."

"Aw, thanks," said the girl, flashing her a smile. "Okay, lemme explain."

"You're hot," Camila repeated. "You're hot, and you grabbed my scarf and almost killed me."

"Actually, yeah, I was gonna ask about that," said the girl, frowning slightly. "It's only 50 degrees, why are you wearing a scarf?"

"I'm from Miami," Camila said. "50 degrees is cold in Miami, but here it's apparently normal? Wait, why am I telling you this? Who even are you?"

"Dinah," said the girl, her face breaking into that breathtaking, wide smile again.

"Dinah," Camila said.

"Yeah."

"Okay, Dinah." She nodded, and curled her hands together, fidgeting. "I'm Camila, and you grabbed me by the scarf and pulled me under this tree. I'm not trying to be nosy, or anything, but...why?"

"Uh," Dinah said, leaning sideways to look at something behind Camila. "It's a really long story, and you used up all the time I had to explain already, so please, just go with it?"

"Sorry, I tend to ramble."

"No, it's cute, it's really cute, actually," Dinah said, squeezing Camila's sides and leaning up to peer around her again.

"Wait, just go with what?" Camila asked, turning to look over her shoulder, trying to find whatever Dinah was looking at.

"No!" Dinah hissed, and Camila looked back at her quickly, startled.

"Dinah, what -"

"Don't look, she's coming," Dinah whispered, pulling Camila a little bit closer, so that Camila could feel the heat practically radiating off of her body.

Camila was honestly a bit overwhelmed, and more than a little hot herself, and was about to ask Dinah again what was going on, when she heard talking behind her, and suddenly, Dinah's hand was tangling in her hair and pulling her even closer.

"Wait, what's going -"

"Kiss me, quick!" Dinah whisper shouted, her breath hitting Camila's lips.

Camila had led a relatively sheltered life, a normal routine, a few friends. Definitely not a lot of experience with boys or with any kind of girls, much less with towering goddesses straight out of soccer practice who grabbed unsuspecting freshmen and pulled them up against trees and demanded things like attention and kisses.

"Camila!" Dinah hissed.

Well, she had said she'd be more adventurous in college, right?

Taking a deep breath, she wrapped her arms around Dinah's neck, pulling her down, and crashed their lips together.

Dinah tasted like salt and a little bit like oranges, and her hand was tugging at Camila's hair as her other arm circled tight around her waist, pulling their bodies flush together.

Camila gasped against Dinah's lips, suddenly regretting wearing the scarf and buttoning the coat as her whole body flooded with warmth.

Entirely too soon, Dinah released her, and she fell back, slightly wobbly, blinking up at the soccer player.

"I, uh," Camila mumbled.

"Sorry about that," Dinah breathed, her arm still around Camila's waist, keeping her steady like before. "My ex, she has class in ten minutes and she always walks by here around this time, and she cheated on me so I told her I was into somebody else anyway because I wanted to make her jealous, and then I realized that I wasn't, so I just -"

"I'm not," Camila blurted, and Dinah tilted her head to the side. "I'm not sorry, that is."

She felt her face flush slightly as Dinah grinned, her thumb running over the pink tinge on Camila's cheek.

"No?"

"Definitely no," Camila murmured. "I get it, and. Um. You can grab me by the scarf any time, Dinah. Just try not to almost kill me next time, maybe?"

"Hey, I caught you," Dinah defended, an adorable pout on her face, and Camila bit her lip.

"Can I kiss you again?" Camila asked, unable to help herself. "Or would that be weird? Never mind, it's probably weird, forget I asked."

"No, it's not weird," Dinah laughed. "And you can. If you buy me coffee first."

"Are you...asking me out?"

"I mean, I guess I could just kiss you again here if you're not interested, but," Dinah paused, looking a bit bashful. "Yeah, I'm asking you out."

"Okay, let's get coffee," Camila said immediately, blushing again at her own enthusiasm.

"Awesome."