"Camilaaa."
No reply.
"Caaaammilaaa. Camila, pay attention to me!"
Nothing. Dinah stared at her girlfriend through her computer screen with narrowed eyes.
She sighed, pouting. "Fine, I'll just close my laptop and this conversation can be over."
That got Camila's attention. She turned her head back toward the computer screen and gave Dinah a sheepish grin, "I'm sorry, this show is just so good! But you have my attention now, I promise."
Dinah rolled onto her back, sighing dramatically. "I try and talk to my girlfriend, using my beloved family vacation time, and she won't even listen to me. Nice."
The brown-eyed girl rolled her eyes playfully, "Dinah, I'm listening now! What was it you were saying?"
Dinah rolled back onto her stomach, clapping her hands excitedly. "Oh yeah! The scenery over here is crazy, you would love it! I can picture you running around and just snapping all the photos you ca-"
Camila was watching the fucking tv again.
Dinah glared at her girlfriend, "I have never wanted to punch you as much as I do now."
The brown-haired girl nodded, "Mhm, sounds nice, babe." And her eyes were still glued to the television.
Dinah made an annoyed noise and sat there for a moment, pondering her next move. After getting an idea, she smirked, reaching for the hem of her shirt. She moved around slowly until Camila saw the movement out of the corner of her eye.
"....Dinah, are you naked?!" Camila's eyes were wide as she took in the sight of her girlfriend on the screen before her.
The younger girl shook her head, a smug grin on her face. "Nope. I'm not naked... I'm wearing knee socks." And she lifted her legs to show Camila the pink socks adorning the lower halves of her legs.
Camila bit down on her lip as her eyes trailed her girlfriend's long legs. "DJ, what are you doing?"
Dinah leaned back, making sure her body was in full display. "Getting my girlfriend's attention." Her eyes were dark and playful as she ran her fingers through her hair slowly, spreading her legs a little so Camila could get a better view.
The older girl quickly shut off her tv, her eyes never leaving Dinah. "Can't say I argue with your methods." She shot Dinah a grin, leaning back onto her pillows to get more comfortable.
Dinah giggled, one of her hands coming up to cup her breast while the other moved at an agonizingly slow pace toward her center. "Do you want me to touch myself, Camila?"
Camila nodded her head, her skin starting to grow hot. "Yeah, DJ. I wanna see you touch yourself for me."
The girl licked her lips, shaking her head. "No, Camila, you have to say please. For not paying attention to me. And after that, I want you to take your clothes off."
Usually Camila was the dominant one when it came to sex, but the older girl absolutely loved the times when Dinah would take control. She could feel herself getting wet at her girlfriend's words, a whimper slipping past her lips. "Dinah, please, I wanna see you touching yourself so fucking bad."
Camila quickly got out of her clothes, her chocolate eyes growing darker as she waited for Dinah to make the next move.
The younger blonde smirked, her index finger rubbing small, tight circles onto her sensitive bundle of nerves. She bit her lower lip, her brown eyes dark as she trained her gaze on her girlfriend. "God, I wish this were you right now. You always know exactly what buttons to push, exactly how to move to make me come so hard."
Camila sucked in a sharp breath, moving her own fingers over her clit in a circular motion like Dinah was doing. "Shit, DJ please, fuck yourself for me."
"Only if you do the same." Dinah slipped two fingers into herself then, making a small noise of satisfaction once she saw Camila mimic her actions. Her back arched off of the bed a little as she let out a breathy moan, her girlfriend's name falling from her lips repeatedly.
"Dinah, god, this is so fucking hot," Camila's voice was barely above a whisper, her chest heaving as she panted and moaned along with her girlfriend.
Dinah licked her lips, her eyes traveling all over Camila. "You know, Camila, this is good, but-" her sentence was cut off by another long moan as she hit a particular spot within herself, "-I still like it better when you're here, fucking me with your fingers." She let out a breathless chuckle at the way Camila was so visibly turned on, the brown haired girl's moans spurring her on. "And when you're so wet that you just rub yourself against my leg, and you make such a mess, but you always clean it up with that talented little tongue of yours. Are you close, Camila?"
Camila nodded frantically, her fingers moving at a desperate pace. "Yeah," she gasped, her eyes closing. "Yeah, DJ, I'm- oh, fuck!" Camila's body trembled as she reached her climax, her free hand gripping at her own hair as she let out a series of moans and expletives.
Watching her girlfriend fall apart was enough for Dinah, and she bit down on her lip roughly as she moved her fingers into herself harder. The blonde arched off of the bed as she came undone, the insistent and expert movement of her fingers and the way Camila was looking at her enough to make her come again right after.
Once she'd come down from her high, she leaned closer to the laptop, her tongue swirling around the two fingers that had been inside of her.
Camila shook her head, smirking. "You're such a fucking tease, Hansen." The older girl moved around, pulling her shirt and underwear back on. "But, I love you." Her eyes softened as she smiled at Dinah. "And you should probably put your clothes on, too, in case your family decides to come in. Poor Regina would probably never get over seeing you naked."
Dinah threw her head back in laughter, shaking her head. "Please, I'm so fabulous it would be considered a blessing. Besides, Camila, I already told you. I'm not naked, babe, I'm wearing knee socks!"
