Lauren rolled over when she felt the bed dip at the weight of who she knew to be Normani. Boxers briefs and a sports bra were her choice attire for the night, and she didn't have a single complaint.
"What're you smiling at?" Normani asked through a grin of her own.
"Just admiring my view," she replied from under a mound of blankets, only the top half of her face showing.
"Is that so?" Normani started pulling back the mound of blankets smothering Lauren.
"It's cooold." Lauren said, trying to pull the covers over herself.
"I would love to help you with that if you let me in," Normani said with a chuckle.
"I suppose I could tolerate it." Yet Lauren had a face that gave away the fact she would be doing anything except just tolerating it.
Normani pulled up the covers and held them bunched in the air for a moment, a brief look of shock quickly turning to a smirk.
"I believe the shirt you are currently wearing belongs to me," She said, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"I believe it doesn't anymore," Lauren replied simply and matter-of-factly.
"I mean, I could always just take it back," She shot back, placing a pair of warm hands on Lauren's waist.
Lauren raised an eyebrow. "I'd love to see you try."
In a moment, Lauren found herself pinned to the sheets. "Annnnd what were you saying?" came from the all too happy with herself Normani Kordei above her. The slightly older girl started working on the top few buttons of the shirt. This just wouldn't do.
With a wrap of her legs and a twist, Lauren had Normani in the same position she was in before. She smiled at her. "I win," she sang. "It's still freezing in her, though." She reached back to get a blanket, and she wasn't paying attention to the way her hips moved until she heard a soft groan.
There was something about the way Normani's eyes lost every ounce of teasing when she got lost in moments of pleasure. All games gone, only her raw, authentic need for Lauren. It always ignited her to her very core.
She leaned forward and kissed Normani. She finished unbuttoning the shirt. Soon a lonely shirt lay on the floor, long forgotten by both.
When Normani reached to unhook her bra, she quickly pushed her back and sat up. "I'll do that myself, Sugar Plum."
Normani smiled, remembering the time she had heard Lauren say something very similar to a guard searching her for weed.
She unhooked the lacy item, held it up, and then tossed it somewhere.
Normani took her in appreciatively for a moment before sitting up so that she was eye to eye with her.
"Do you have any idea what you did to me that day?" Normani kissed her lips softly. "Do you have any idea how crazy that drove me?"
"Enlighten me," Lauren replied with a twinkle in her eye and a kiss to Normani's forehead.
"Well I lost concentration. And I never do," She punctuated with a trio of wet kisses down Lauren's neck. "I was watching you pull your bra out from under your shirt. Then you held your bra up in the air, and suddenly I was very uninterested with the weed anymore." Her lips left a brief trail along Lauren's collar bones. "My mind shined a spotlight on you, and everything else just blacked out."
Lauren, between heavy breaths, replied, "It..ah.. sounds like you might have an issue there, Mani. You might want to get that checked out."
"Not at all what I'm planning to check out right now." Normani replied.
After a moment of regaining their breath, Lauren scooted closer to her until her head rested against Normani's chest. She looked up to see Normani's eyelids fluttering open.
"Ya know something? I don't think that spotlight has moved an inch," Normani spoke under her breath. "I love you, Lauren Jauregui."
Lauren grinned. "I love you too, Normani Kordei."
