Thus began a new wave of habits, which Camila seemed to be forming left and right upon Y/n's arrival in their quaint Miami neighbourhood. Upon arriving on the brunette woman's doorstep, she would be tugged inside, and together they would stumble into Y/n's living room, where her leather couch waited for their bodies to lay against it. And Camila would recline supine, Y/n the blanket that covered her body with her own. "You're not even going to ask about my day?" Camila whispered, though she was smiling as she was wont to do.
Y/n hummed, her lips leaving a trail along the young girl's jaw. "Oh, alright. How was your day, Camila? How was Siope and Dinah's budding romance? Did he ask her out yet, or is he still begging you for advice on how to approach Dinah?"
"Actually, he wanted me to ask her for him."
"A Duke Orsino in our midst?" Y/n raised her brow. "Don't do it, Camila. He might fall in love with you instead." But Camila looked confused, and Y/n pecked her soft mouth. "Sorry, I keep forgetting that the English curriculum was not the same as it was. Twelfth Night, baby. What play are you studying this year?"
"We had the choice of Macbeth or Othello. I chose Macbeth."
Nodding, Y/n flattened herself once more against Camila's chest. The leather couch groaned and stretched beneath Camila, and Y/n's arm stuck against its sticky surface. "Would you like a drink while you tell me more about your friends?"
In the cool kitchen, the afternoon seemed to be at a standstill. Y/n poured a mix of mango, pineapple, and orange juice into a cocktail shaker, as well as a dash of strawberry syrup. She threw ice in it and shook it around while Camila spoke.
"So, I told Siope I won't do it for him and to just do it because really," Camila huffed. "She likes him, but I think she just enjoys watching him squirm." Y/n laughed and slid Camila a lowball glass full of the mixed juice. She took a sip of it and enjoyed the sweetness.
"He's being ridiculous, then." Y/n said. "He needs to stop overthinking everything and just be a gentleman."
Camila agreed as she finished her juice. The cool drink did wonders for her, and she wanted to go back to their earlier activities. And it seemed that Y/n caught on to Camila's mood. She lowered her own glass and offered up her hand, which Camila took.
Following Y/n into the other sitting area where there was no television, but rather walls upon walls of books decorated the three walls. On one wall was a fabric couch, a coffee table, and a lamp. Y/n tugged Camila towards it, and this time, it was Y/n who laid first before she pulled the dark-haired girl on top of her.
"Am I squishing you?" Camila asked, breathless from nothing but anticipation.
"Of course not. Your weight is nice." Y/n cupped the back of Camila's neck and kissed her. Softly at first, before her tongue licked against the young girl's upper lip to lap up the sweetness from the earlier drink. "You feel so good, and I want you to kiss me some more."
One of her virtues, Camila would proudly admit, was that she listened to her elders, and obeyed them.
One hand on Y/n's hipbone, and her fingers threading through brown locks, Camila took Y/n's bottom lip in her mouth and gave it a nibble. She struggled to keep herself from placing all of her weight against Y/n, but when the brunette hummed and rolled so they were facing each other on their sides, Camila found that this position was definitely better than the last.
The new position allowed Camila's hands to do a little wandering. Her palms dragged against Y/n's sides, along her hip, mouth never leaving hers. Camila indulged herself. She touched every inch of Y/n's body, from her sides to her hips, to the curve of her back and the swell of her ass. She felt every moan and every whimper of breath Y/n expelled. The softness of Y/n, the warmth of her body, Camila thought distantly, as Y/n's soft mouth wandered down her neck, is definitely something I can get addicted to.
