"I'm only saying, you're very skilled at issuing orders when we fuck," Dinah says casually. She brings a hand up to adjust the strap of her pack as she continues to trudge along the path.
"Dinah!" Camila stops in her tracks, scandalized by both the blunt language and the subject matter. Dinah glances over and, realizing Camila is no longer beside her, turns back to face her. She can't stop herself from smirking at the pink flush of Camila's cheeks as the older girl stammers out her rebuttal. "I do not order you."
Dinah's lips relax, her smile turning seductive as she moves around behind Camila. Her breath is hot and moist in Camila's ear. "More," she purrs, savoring the involuntary shiver that runs through the other woman. "Harder. Faster. Right there. Don't stop."
Camila's face flushes a deeper red, influenced by more than embarrassment. "I hardly think that counts as -"
"I want your mouth on me, Dinah," the blonde continues, her voice gently mocking. She trails a gloved finger down the laces of Camila's sleeve. "I want your fingers in me now, Dinah. You can phrase them any way you like, Mila, but those sound like orders to me."
Camila is silent, blushing furiously. She looks nervously ahead, where Luke is lecturing Tyler on Lesson Two Hundred and Thirty-Seven of being a universal scientist, not twenty paces away. If they turned and saw her right now, she's sure they would be able to guess the subject of conversation. Tyler is a good man, and has come to terms with her relationship with Dinah, but she doubts he would appreciate the visual reminder. Come to think of it, Camila's not sure she'd want to know it if he did.
"It's a compliment, Camila," she breathes, husky and low. "You would make an exquisite top."
Dinah's tongue flicks out, softly teasing at Camila's earlobe before she pulls away and swaggers ahead. Watching the leather-encased hips sway, Camila ponders Dinah's words. She well remembers the time she last time she was dominant. She remembers the feeling, restrictive yet powerful, as though she was in complete control. It's certainly not a feeling she would be averse to experiencing again.
With a confident smirk of her own, Camila saunters up next to Dinah. "Maybe I'll have to try it again some time."
Dinah gapes as Camila rushes ahead to catch up with Tyler and Luke. She sputters for a moment, trying to determine Camila's meaning. Spurring herself into action, she hurries after the older girl. "Again?"
***
An unrestrained moan pours from Dinah's throat as she slips into the hot bathwater. They have been far too long on the road, and there's nothing luxurious about a cold stream, even with Camila to share it with. Sinking further into the warmth, Dinah slides her hands over her skin, rubbing away the sweat and dirt of travel.
Leaning back, Dinah allows her mind to wander. On the way to the inn, Tyler and Luke had filled her in on Camila's extinct animals rescue mission, that had regrettably taken place long before Dinah had joined their quest. She has seen all of Camila, has touched and tasted every curve of her naked body, but the image of those curves wrapped in leather creates a moisture between her thighs that has nothing to do with the bath.
Her hand slides over her abdomen, and she bites her lip in consideration. Camila will not be happy if she starts without her, but the older girl is taking an unusually long time undressing, and her sex has been aching for attention since their conversation earlier in the day.
Throwing caution to the wind, she decides to risk Camila's displeasure. It never lasts long anyway; Camila finds it hard to stay mad at her when Dinah's tongue is between her legs. Dinah's fingers slide lower into the water, brushing through the dark curls covering her sex, before the sound of a throat clearing freezes them in place.
