Granite (Camren)

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Camila tilted up her head allowing lipstick smeared lips to touch the corner of her mouth. They had applied and reapplied that coat of red countless times that night. Camila wondered why she kept doing it knowing that she was just going to kiss it off. Oh, well. The things they did to look fancy for other people.

"I'm tired, Vero," Camila sighed into the interior of the car. Vero stopped her trail of kisses down her neck and leaned back over to the driver side. "Sorry. I have work in the morning."

"Right, sorry," Vero lost the fire. Camila hid her eye roll by staring through the windshield down the street. A familiar silver car parked a ways down caught her attention and she smiled. She needed someone who could keep the fire going.

Leaning over the gearshift, Camila pecked Vero's cheek. "I had a great time tonight."

She didn't. Not really. Her ankles hurt from walking in heels and her back was a little stiff from standing for hours at the art gala. The works were good, though. Vero had some sort of talent but Camila wasn't really into that sort of artistic thing.

"I'll see you later," pushing out the car, Camila hurried up to her door. Once she got inside, Vero peeled off from the curb. Camila felt her tension leave with her.

Kicking her heels off by the door, she clicked on the lamp in her living room and padded through the hall to the bedroom. Flicking on the light, she was nearly surprised to find it empty as she hung up her coat and started on unzipping her dress but stopped. What was the point of undressing now?

Hitting off the light, she walked through the house and into the kitchen. A smile pulled at her lips when she saw the shadow of a figure leaning against the counter, bottle in hand. In the glow of the stove light, Camila noted it was one of her wine coolers.

Dropping her hand from the light, she went to the fridge grabbing her own. The light from it illuminated their faces and Camila stared up into dark eyes seeing how they glossed until the fridge closed and they were in the dark again.

Bottle top clattering somewhere, Camila sipped glad she hadn't turned on the lights. There was something there she didn't want to break.

"How's the mistress?"

"I'm not sure," Camila leaned against the island in the middle of the kitchen. "How are you, Lauren? Making yourself at home as always."

Lauren's tongue licked at the mouth of the bottle, body leaning further against the sink counter across from her. "You gave me a key."

"You made it yourself,"

"Would you like it back?"

"You probably have two others."

"Three," she hummed a dark, liquid tone in the back of her throat. Camila shivered. Vero could never strike a match with a monosyllable sound the way Lauren could. "How's the girlfriend?"

"Boring as ever,"

"Oh?" Lauren pushed herself off the counter, bottle forgotten behind her as she approached Camila. Her fingers touched her chin, tilting it. "Looks like she was exciting tonight."

"She forgot she was wearing it most likely." Camila closed her eyes as lips touched her neck where the remains of Vero's lipstick were. With each one, she felt the smudges coming off leaving marks that were much more permanent than waxy make up. "I have work in the morning."

"You have a drawer full of concealer." Lauren chuckled against her pulse point and Camila suddenly lost the guilt of being a dirty, rotten cheater.

Act now. Ask for forgiveness later.