Watchdogs

[04] Dreams

"Mm, fuck." Normani moans as the Latina slowly pushes herself into her with a grunt. Her fingers tangle in her black waves and her hips lift off the bed slightly.

Lauren gives the woman under her a cocky smile, saying, "Thank God you're flexible."

She starts to thrust slowly, propping herself up on her elbows as she moves. Tender kisses and love bites are pressed to her neck and jaw, the goal being to leave a mark. She licks and nips along her sweet spot, each kiss and bite in rhythm with her deliciously slow thrusts.

The moans escaping the darker girl's lips egg Lauren on as she starts to pick up her pace. She makes sure to prolong each deep thrust, hitting every spot inside of Normani. Her hips accentuate each roll and buck as they search for anymore hidden spots inside of her.

"Faster," She gasps, her nails clawing at Lauren's back. The younger girl grunts with effort, a few groans escaping here and there. Lauren sucks on her bottom lip as she increases her speed, lifting her hips high only to slam them back down again.

"I'm close," The darker girl moans, back arching. "Fuck, Lauren. Lauren. Lauren."

"Lauren," Normani shakes her. "Wake up!" The Latina groans and glares at her through narrowed eyes.

"What the fuck do you want?" Lauren growls, visibly annoyed. She twists her body between the covers, rolling over and ignoring the woman present in her room.

"Get up," She orders. "You've got training and I have to wake you up. Now get your white ass out of this bed now before I make you."

"Fine," The Latina groans, rolling over and hiding her face with the pillow. The bright morning light is blinding. She tears the covers off her body and swings her legs over the bed, standing. She stretches and runs her fingers through her messy hair, stopping mid-yawn when she sees where Normani's attention is.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," Lauren snaps as she rummages through her drawers. She grabs her fatigues, slipping the pale green shirt over her upper body. She yanks on the dark green camouflage pants and laces up the combat boots, sighing. She ties her hair up in a bun and grabs her cap that happens to match her pants. She snatches the dog tag out of Normani's hand and clips it around her neck.

"We're having lunch, by the way," Normani informs her as she follows the green-eyed girl to her in-home armory. Lauren's eyebrows furrow as she slings the sniper rifle over her shoulder an grabs a belt. She takes down the Volk - an energy assault rifle that has only recently been developed. Of course, she is the one behind that genius design.

"Oh?" The Latina hums, filling up a water bottle with some Gatorade frost. "Is this your way of taking me out on a non exclusive date?"

"No," She scoffs, folding her arms and exiting the house with her. "Just as friends."

"When did we become friends?"

"When I came here and comforted your heartbroken ass," She fires back, eyebrow raised. Lauren glares at her but doesn't say anything. She just turns and walks off.

"Twelve-thirty!"

-

Lauren hides in the parking garage. No imminent danger will face her anytime soon, especially when no one can see her. She cocks the gun and aims it at one of the moving dummies. She presses down on the trigger quickly, knocking the fake human to the ground, headless.