Caminah Smuts

In Which Camila Gets Her Period

Camila moped around the apartment. "Babe, stop it," Dinah groaned. Camila just stuck her tongue out at her girlfriend.

"Me uterus is screaming at me," she replied snarkily.

It was the worst time of the month for Dinah.

Camila's period

The worst week of Dinah's month. All Camila did was wander around the flat, clutching her stomach and groaning loudly. Dinah's period was never as bad as Camila's (she thanks her good genes for that).

"Camila, stop being dramatic," she retorted. "Go take some painkillers and I'll get the heat pack, okay?" Camila nodded, heading slowly to the bathroom while Dinah heated up the pad they used, bringing it back to the couch where she met Camila. Camila flopped into Dinah's lap, Dinah placing the pad on her stomach, massaging her thigh gently.

"Thanks, babe," Camila said, giving the girl a kiss on the cheek.

"Of course. Anything for my cranky, hormonal girlfriend."

Camila stuck her tongue out but didn't give a verbal response.

"Will you fuck me later?" She asked with a pout. Dinah's nose scrunched up in disgust.

"You have blood seeping out of your vagina. I'm not going to touch you," she said, brutally honest. Camila's eyes filled with tears, emotions skyrocketing. Dinah immediately regretted what she said, frowning. "No, babe--" she started but Camila took off running to the bedroom, flopping onto the bed, sobbing into her pillow.

Dinah followed her with a small sigh, knocking on the locked door. "Love, please open the door," she cooed softly.

"No! You think I'm ugly!" She cried out, taking Dinah a minute to realize what she had said through the pillow. Dinah almost rolled her eyes at that, because, really, Camila could never be ugly. Ever.

"Baby, you know I don't think that. I love you. Now please open the door so I can cover you in kisses."

That made Camila giggle a little and get up, opening the door. The little mascara and eyeliner she had on was a bit smudged, but Dinah thought she had never been more gorgeous. Her arms came to rest on Camila's thin hips, pulling her closer and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You know I love you. It's not that I don't want to touch you, babe. It's just a bit... unhygienic," Dinah said, biting her lip.

Camila let out another small giggle. "I know, babe. I understand. I don't know if I wanna touch myself either."

"How about, once you're off your period, I fuck you so hard, you won't know which way is up?" She smirked smoothly at her, mouth curled up into a grin. Camila squirmed a bit.

"As long as you tie me up."

"That can definitely be arranged." Camila leaned up, pressing her lips against Dinah's, hard. Dinah kissed back immediately, hands cupping her perky, squeezable ass. Camila pulled away.

"Don't turn me on," she murmured, kissing her quickly. Dinah chuckled.

"Sorry, love. Just comes naturally," she said with an oh-so-cheeky wink.

*****

The week went by much too slow -- Camila continuing to be hormonal (though she got better as the week went on, much to Dinah's delight) whereas Dinah had had multiple orgasms thinking of the way she was going to wreck her girlfriend. (Although she always had these in the shower when Camila could yell at her for "coming when you know I can't!")

"I'm going to shower," Camila said as she kissed Dinah's head. Dinah nodded, waiting until she heard the shower starting to head upstairs silently, slipping her clothes off as she went. Once she made it to the bathroom, she quietly stepped in behind Camila, wrapping her arms around the small frame, feeling the girl jump underneath her.