"Ow! What the fuck!" I yell, my newly-bandaged hand coming up to cup my cheek, stinging from the impact her hand had had on it.
"Don't 'what the fuck' me, Y/n." She growls, "What happened today?"
"Nothing," I grumble, rubbing my cheek slightly in hopes of ridding some of the pain. Still, her eyes bore into mine for a moment and I can't help but give in.
"Harry called you a dyke," I say quietly, meeting her gaze with my own hard one.
"A what?" She repeats.
"A fucking dyke, Camila. He knows what's going on between us." I repeat a little louder and watch the anger in her eyes dissolve.
"That's why you fought him?" She asks almost silently.
"Yeah, I kicked the shit out of him. He doesn't have any right to talk about you like-" I'm cut off by her lips on mine.
I lift my hands to her face and find hers on my hips as our lips stay pressed against one another.
A small, surprised yelp escapes me when I feel myself being lifted from the bath and into her arms. Focusing on her bottom lip, I know we're in transit for a moment before I feel myself being lowered onto something soft, her climbing on top of me. My heart pounds in my chest so harshly I'm almost sure she can feel it too. This is the most intimate position we've ever been in, and as I tilt my head to deepen the kiss a little, her hand inches down to the back of my knee which she pulls up so my leg is hooked over the small of her back.
"Thank you." She breaks the kiss shortly, causing me to shush her and pull her back down to meet my lips once again.
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Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)
Fanfiction//teacher x student\\ (If you spot any mistakes, please let me know!) Up to twenty years in jail for statutory rape, and the disqualification from working with minors; that's what Camila could face if this got out, and she's sure it will. Everything...
