50 Shades of Camren

Chapter 8: Tickles

Who watches Riverdale??

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"She's such a tyrannical bitch." Lauren spat, storming from the practice hall with Camila hot on her heels.

"Okay I know you're pissed at her, but that's my best friend you're talking about." Camila snapped, finally catching up to the taller woman as she stormed across the quad towards her dorm building.

"I don't care who she is, she has no right to talk shit about my tattoos." Lauren spat, feeling her anger bubble – she'd not even asked Camila to follow her.

"I know, I know." Camila sighed, not even knowing how to try and defend the woman for the sheer quantity of unnecessary jabs she made at Lauren's tattoos. "Just know she does it from a place of... of wanting to be perfect. I mean you know you're exactly the kind of thing her father would hate."

"Are you saying I should try and please Dinah's dad now?" Lauren questioned, a slight smirk playing at her lips at the ridiculousness of the claim in spite of her foul mood as they slowed their brisk pace, now nearing Lauren's door.

"Well then you'd need to get rid of them tattoos." Camila teased.

"You bitch!" Lauren gasped, turning to slap her friend lightly on the arm.

"You're smiling though." Camila pointed out. "You can't be that mad at me!"

"I smile when I'm really pissed off." Lauren shot back easily, stopping when they reached her bedroom door. "It's a flaw to my otherwise perfect personality."

"Perfect's so not the word I'd use." Camila snickered, stopping at the brunettes side. "I am however glad to see I've managed to calm you down..." She added as a happy afterthought.

"Not much... I'm just conserving my rage so I can scream at her tomorrow." Lauren explained, turning then to unlock the room door.

"We'll see about that." Camila grinned, reaching for Lauren's waist when the other woman's back was turned and beginning to run her hands up and down the brunette's sides, causing her to let out an almighty shriek.

"C-C-Camz!" Lauren gasped as the girls fingers continued mercilessly, slipping easily under Lauren's t-shirt to continue their assault. "Wha-What are you doing?!"

"I'm unleashing all that pent up aggression in the form of tickling." The girl stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well stop! Stop!" Lauren screeched, turning on the spot to try and push her friend away.

She hadn't been anticipating how close their faces would be though. The proximity was startling in fact, and was made even more compromising when Lauren tried to push the girl off her, only to have Camila sway a little and fall in closer still to the singers face, both women now able to feel the others breath against their skin.

It took Lauren a second to realize she was no longer thrashing, no longer being tickled in fact. In the split second that Camila ceased her actions, choosing instead to let her palms rest against Lauren's hips, time almost stood still, their eyes locking and both women knowing that there was no way out of the situation other than to...

Their lips met softly at first though the tenderness didn't last long, a desire being realized in both of them that coupled with Lauren's still present anger caused the kiss do intensify instantly, tongues clashing and teeth crazing as they fought for dominance Camila's hands running up and down under Lauren's top again as the girl let hers become tangled in Camila's hair, alternating between tugging at it and pushing their faces closer together.