She Loves Control

A Dinah Jane suggestion

Camila knew she should probably get up, it was nearly midday. But god the guy from last night really knew how to work it. First time in a long time she's had a guy who knows what he's doing down there.

Camila stretched, feeling her joints popping quietly, relaxing her muscles further.

She'd done her usual routine though; find some company, go back to their place, mind blowing sex as per usual, leave after they fell asleep, fall into her bed alone and sleep until her alarm went off.

A simple life really. One she didn't plan on giving up anytime soon.

Then get up for her morning coffee, get dressed for work and spend the day listening to whiny artists and arrange meetings for her boss.

Weekends were fun though. No alarm. Lying in until whenever the fuck she wanted to.

Today was Sunday. She should definitely not be awake before midday. Let alone considering getting up. But Dinah had insisted.

She was curious about her night with Lauren. Still. Camila had moved on three girls ago. Hell she'd moved on when she met Bebe.

"Dinah I don't know what more you want to know." Camila sighed, traipsing out of her room in her flannel pants and crop top.

"Everything. You told me everything about Dua. I wanna know about Lauser too." Dinah said with a grin. "Come on. I'm living vicariously through you."

Camila frowned and laughed.

"You have a girlfriend." She pointed out. Dinah shrugged, tapping her nails on the countertop.

"So?"

"Then you can't live vicariously through me." Camila laughed. "Unless you and Mani aren't having sex." Dinah paused, a smirk gracing her face. "Stop."

"Fine. I just wanna know the details." Dinah waved her off before steepling her fingers in front of her chin.

"You are not getting any." Camila said slowly, ignoring Dinah's hum of disapproval as she grabbed her coffee and sipped it gently.

"Why not?" Dinah whined. "You always gush about your top tens." Camila paused; she did usually spill all the details to Dinah. Usually with whoever no matter how good or bad they were in bed.

It was different with Lauren. Camila didn't know why but it was. Camila considered her options for a few minutes.

"Alright." Camila shrugged. Lauren was literally just another check in her little black book. Not that she actually wrote down her... companions. That's just... no. A douchey thing to do.

"Really?" Dinah's eyes lit up with glee.

"You're too excited to hear about your girlfriend's best friend's sex life." Camila murmured, leaning her forearms on the counter across from Dinah.

"Yeah yeah whatever. Tell me." Camila smirked, letting that night's activities rush to the forefront of her mind again.

"So there's this thing she could do with her tongue..."

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"You don't deserve her." Normani stated.

Lauren was being pathetic. Well she was pining. So same difference.

"She's just so beautiful, and funny, and charming, and just so perfect." Lauren whined from her spot on the sofa; splayed out like a starfish and whining was not a good look.

"I don't need you waxing poetics about the neighbourhood player." Normani said sharply, aggressively changing TV channels.

"Look. I know it's so wrong... but I'm so far gone. It sucks." Lauren grumbled.