Camren One Shots

::::Dinah's Game::::

*SMUT WARNING LMAO*

"Dinah, I'm still not entirely sure on this game of yours." Lauren sighed, watching as the bottle came to a stop in front of her.

"Its easy." Dinah began to explain, addressing the entire group when she explained the rules. "If the bottle lands on you you're given a choice of three dares. You have to do one of the dares or forfeit, in which case a new dare will be made up that you're forced to do." Dinah reiterated, all in one long breath.

"I swear this game would need to come with a manual." Lauren shook her head, causing laughter from the occupants of the circle.

"Whatever Jauregui, it landed on you." Dinah pointed out, pausing then while she thought up suitable dares. "Strip naked and run through the hall screaming so everyone comes out of their rooms, show up to the interview tomorrow in nothing but your underwear and sit like that for the entire time- and we're all going to be there with you so don't think there'll be an easy way around that, or strip naked and go to Little Mix's club house." She concluded, a broad smile spreading across her face when she saw the aghast look on Lauren's face.

"What's with all the nudity?!" The dark haired girl shrieked, looking around her group of friends for support only to be met with amused faces.

"It's all I can think of..." Dinah shrugged. "Now choose, or I'll be forced to dish you out option number four.... and that one's non-negotiable."

Lauren let out a long frustrated sigh. It really looked like she was going to have no other option, even though the thought of giving into Dinah's 'fourth option' may not be the better option - in the short space of time they'd been playing it'd resulted in Normani and Dinah making out.

"Fine." The darked haired girl sighed, rolling her eyes to the heavens. "What's option four?"

"Seven minutes in heaven..." Dinah grinned manically. "...with Camila" she added, her facial expression now looking as frighteningly similar to the Grinch when he realised how to steal Christmas.

"What...?" Camila and Lauren's shocked query fell from their lips in sync, their eyes bulging at the other woman's statement. "Dinah this is a single hotel room... how do you even suggest we get privacy?!" Camila added in a squeak.

"We're over here, there's a bed over there?" Dinah suggested. "We'll play music and continue the game... you two can get under the covers."

"You can't be serious..." Lauren's jaw dropped, her eyes darting frantically between the bed and the Polynesian pointing at it.

"Go!" Dinah reiterated firmly. "Go or I'll have to break into your room and hijack all your music stuff." She threatened then. "And by break in I mean ask Clara to let me in because we all know she will."

"You wouldn't dare..." Lauren whispered, even more shocked now than she had been before.

"Go..." It was Dinah's final warning.

Lauren had no other options. Instead she rose, grabbing Camila's arm in the process and pulling the brunette - who'd looked to have gotten over her initial shock in the time it took Dinah and Lauren to argue and had now accepted her fate - towards the small single bed. They lay down together and threw the blankets over their heads, waiting for the music to play before making eye contact.

"What now?" Lauren mumbled, her mind slightly fuzzy as Camila lay in such close proximity, her warm breath tickling at Lauren's lips.

"Haven't you ever had to do seven minutes in heaven before?" Camila questions, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"Yeah, in like eighth grade. Though then the little brat I was in the bathroom with went for a boob grope so I punched him in the jaw." Lauren remembered that moment quite clear but giggled at the memory now.