Caminah Smuts 2

Better Than Advil

Dinah hummed a long lazily to the song that gently played in the one headphone she had in and she shifted the candy she had in her mouth with her tongue. Her eyes were lidded over, legs stretched out across the queen sized bed, and her headache struck girlfriend rested comfortably on her chest as Dumb and Dumber played on the TV situated on the dresser in front of them.

"You know what I learned today?" Camila asked while nudging her back upward into Dinah's resting hand. The older girl broke out in a face eating grin when Dinah pushed up her oversized t-shirt and gently started racking her trimmed nails over her bare back.

"Hmm?" Dinah responded, engrossed in her music. Her voice was jumbled slightly by the sugary obstacle that she sucked on gently.

"They're making a Dumb and Dumber Two!" she exclaimed in excitement. "Seriously DJ, why isn't everyone talking about this?"

"Probably because nobody cares, baby," Dinah declared as she continued to lazily scratch at Camila's back.

"People care," Camila mumbled in annoyance. "They probably just don't know." She lifted her head off of Dinah's chest to glance up at her. Her eyes lit up at excitement when she saw the candy in her mouth. Camila felt Dinah's chest rise and fall with relatively silent laughter.

"I'm sure you're right."

"I am right," she concluded triumphantly. She glanced at the candy again.

"Give me some." Dinah looked at her like she had four heads.

"What? No. I don't want your germs."

"You certainly weren't complaining about germs last night when I was doing that thing with my-"

"Camila!" Dinah exclaimed, biting down on the candy in her mouth. She discarded the stick to the side of the bed and sighed. "Jesus," she sighed. Camila groaned all of a sudden, Dinah scratching at a particularly sensitive patch of tanned skin.

"That feels so good, Dinah. I always forget that you're so great at this." Dinah racked her nails over the dip in her back, acutely aware of how hot and bother Camila got when she scratched her back.

"So good, eh?"

"Sooooo good," the smaller girl agreed airily. She let silence fall over them, Dinah having turned off the TV sometime in her pleasurable haze and then she piped up.

"You know what else I learned today?" "What, baby?" Dinah answered, gently humming along to her music.

"Sex cures headaches." That caught Dinah's attention. They were both very aware of the raging headache that Camila described a countless number of times before Dinah finally put on Dumb and Dumber to quiet the older girl.

"Yeah right," Dinah responded but Camila didn't miss that she went to pause her music, yanking her headphone out of her ear and setting it on the nightstand beside them.

"No really," Camila elaborated. "Sex relieves headaches by releasing the tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain." Camila twisted so she was lying completely on the bed, propped up on her elbows and looking up at Dinah innocently.

"Are you saying we should have sex?" Dinah asked in disbelief although her eyes had already darkened slightly to the more lustful brown that they sometimes took on.

"I'm saying I have a headache," she pouted, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. "And someone forgot to pick up Advil and Chipotle on their way home."

"That second one was on purpose," Dinah mumbled, face scrunching in disgust. "But I really meant to get your Advil baby, I'm sorry." Dinah pulled Camila into her body again and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead.