When it happens there's nothing Camila wants more than for the earth to split open and swallow her whole. Because it's embarrassing. And because the incredulous sound that comes from Dinah's mouth is quite possibly the worst kind of reaction to expect.
Not that it wasn't completely unwarranted. Honestly, how else was one supposed to react seeing their girlfriend's humiliating orgasm at the result of a bout of fully clothed dry humping?
So she avoids Dinah for about a week after that mortifying night. Despite her girlfriend's frequent texts and calls. Despite the annoyingly recent absence of both of their parents at home. And despite the sad, wounded puppy look Dinah shoots her every now and then between classes.
If the rest of their friends notice anything between them they don't say anything. Though Normani has been giving her glances that make her eerily suspicious. And for good reason. Because right after school, she gets a very brief text from Dinah telling her that she wants to come over.
So Camila responds with a very short: I'm busy.
Of course that doesn't exactly pan out the way she wants it to. Then again, nothing ever really does for Camila.
It's barely been five minutes after she sends that text – five minutes of gazing miserably up at her ceiling and wallowing in her incessant mortification – when Dinah comes tumbling through her bedroom window like it's nobody's business.
"So much for being busy." Dinah huffs, clumsily rising to her feet and running a hand through her hair.
"Really? Rolling through my window like a Goron down Death Mountain? You can't come through the front door like a normal person!?" Camila bursts out, after getting over the initial shock of witnessing the after effects of her girlfriend somehow scaling a two story house.
"You wouldn't have answered anyway–"
"-You don't know that-"
"-because you're so busy." Dinah gives her a once over skeptically. "And did you just compare me to a Goron? That maneuver I pulled was completely worthy of a Link comparison."
"How did you even manage to get through the window in the first place?"
"The double longshot I found in the water temple." She deadpans. At Camila's unimpressed expression, Dinah relents. "I found your dad's ladder near the garage."
She doesn't respond verbally, instead humming in acknowledgement. The faint playful banter fades away just as quickly as it had come. An awkward silence falls between them.
The painfully awkward type that reminds Camila of their first date what felt like forever ago.
Dinah shifts her weight on her feet, and fiddles with the ends of her shirt. Camila picks at the loose thread on her duvet, distractedly.
This is so stupid.
Dinah seems to think so as well, because she's the first one to break the heavy silence.
"Okay," Dinah sighs through her nose, and looks up at Camila. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"
Camila stares at her meekly. "Nothing's wrong."
"You've been avoiding me." Dinah replies dryly. "All week."
"No I haven't." Camila responds sharply.
Her girlfriend's brown eyes narrow and one of her thick eyebrows rises.
"You have."
"You have no proof."
"Camila," Dinah sighs.
"What?"
There's another heavy silence, but this one is far from awkward. It's tense and there's a thick feeling of annoyance in the air. Especially with the way Dinah's eyes pierce through her. As if they know exactly what's wrong and exactly why she doesn't want to talk about it.
