Caminah Smuts

Quiet Comfort (When I'm With You) (Part One)

Dinah's mouth falls open softly as Camila's hips begin to move to the music, swaying back and forth as she raises her hands over her head moving her hands about fluidly.

Camila's wearing Dinah's Calvins and a pale pink tee shirt, and she cant help but stare at the swell of Camila's breasts, nipples pressing at the thin fabric.

The younger girl moves towards her and takes Dinah's hands, placing them on her hips.

"Dance with me," she whispers and Dinah quietly obeys.

These midnight dance parties aren't uncommon, 2 am has seen a lot of Camila flailing about to pop songs, but they're never quite like this. The swaying and calculated touches. Only the soft sound of the music and hot breath.

Camila feels so soft underneath Dinah's fingertips, her hips still moving to the beat, and her hands moving up and down Dinah's arms, bringing goosebumps up on tender flesh.

Dinah sighs quietly as Camila rests her head in the crook of her neck, her breath hitting Dinah's collarbones.

"This is nice," The older girl whispers, as they slowly rock to the beat.

"It really is," Camila whispers back, her voice muffled by Dinah's neck. "I missed you," she mumbles.

"You see me everyday Mila," Dinah chuckles

"Yeah, but I missed this part of you," Camila

"What part?" Dinah asks, her head tilting to press a kiss on Camila's hair.

"The part thats not afraid to dance like this with me," Camila's voice wavers.

"Camila?"

"Yeah, DJ?

"I love you"

A soft silence covers the room, filling the corners, and pressing against the edges of their skin. The glow of passing headlights making their shadows dance across the hotel room floor. Theres a new song playing but Dinah isn't paying enough attention to notice what it is.

All she can think about is how Camila looks on stage. Sweaty and happy and singing like she'll never sing again. Her hair sticking to her forehead and her hips swaying to the beat of their songs.

All hard edges and skimpy outfits, hips grinding onto nothingness.

Camila is all needy hands on Dinah's skin. Hot breath on her neck back stage, hot whimpers, and she can feel just how wet Camila is; grinding against her thigh after a particularly rough set. She always wants to kiss Camila on stage. Thats one of the best Camila's.

They don't talk about that Camila.

They don't talk about what it means or why it happens.

Its the high after performing.

Lauren smokes.

Ally giggles and bounces around complimenting everyone on their performances.

Normani blasts Beyonce over her headphones, or does some yoga.

Camila and Dinah fuck.

Well its more of a breathless grinding. No touching but the knee between the others thigh, and they cum with low moans and the stutter of a name.

But this is one of the best Camila's too, she's softer like this, like she has her Camila back, all pinks and light grey's and dancing clumsily, knowing all the lyrics to the newest One Direction song, giggles and coercing Dinah to jump on the bed. Soft sighs and watching Steven Universe episodes, silky skin under Dinah's fingertips and light laughter as she skims her hands up Camila's sides. She wants to know how the skin right underneath her breast feels like, what noises Camila would make when she kissed her.