Kissed by an angel (camren)

Chapter 9

Song suggestion:
NF:If you want love
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"She beat me!" Lauren said. "Sofi beat me two out of three games!"

Camila rested her hands on the piano keys, looked over her shoulder at Lauren, and laughed. It had been a week since their first trembling kiss. Every night she had fallen asleep dreaming about that kiss, and each kiss after.

It was all so incredible to her. She was aware of the lightest touch, the softest brush against her. Every time Lauren called her name, her answer came from somewhere deep inside her. Yet there was something so easy and natural about being with her. Sometimes it felt as if Lauren had been apart of her life for years, sprawled as she was now on the floor of her music room, playing checkers with Sofi.

"I can't believe she beat me two out of three!"
"Almost three out of three," Sofi crowed.
"That will teach you not to mess with Ginger," Camila said.

Lauren frowned down at the angel statue that stood alone on the checkerboard. Sofi always used her as one of her playing pieces.

The three inch China angel had once been Camila's, but when Sofi was in kindergarten, she'd decided to pretty her up. Pink-Frost nail polish on her dress and crusty gold glitter on her hair had given her a whole new look, and Camila had given her to Sofi.

"Gingers very smart," Sofi told Lauren.
Lauren glanced up doubtfully at Camila.
"Maybe next time Sofi will let you borrow her and you can win," Camila said with a smile, then turned to Sofi. "Isn't it getting late?"
"Why do you always say that?" her little sister asked.

Lauren grinned. "Because she's trying to get rid of you. Come on. We'll read two stories, like the last time, then its lights out."

Lauren walked Sofi down to her bedroom. Camila stayed upstairs and began to flip through her piano books, looking for songs that Lauren might like. She was into hard rock, but she couldn't exactly play it on the piano. Lauren knew nothing about Beethoven and Bach. Lauren's idea of classical music was the musicals from her parents collection. Camila ran through several songs from Carousel, then put the old book aside.

All night there had been music running through her like a silver river. Now she turned out the lights and played it from memory, Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.

Lauren returned in the middle of the sonata. She saw the slight hesitation in Camila's hands and heard the pause in the music.
"Don't stop," she said softly, and came to stand behind her.

Camila played to the end. For a few moments after the last chord, neither of them spoke, neither of them moved. There was only the still, silver moonlight on the piano keys, and the music, the way music can linger on sometimes in silence.

Then Camila rested her back against Lauren.
"You want to dance?" Lauren asked.

Camila laughed, and Lauren pulled her up and they danced a circle around the room. She laid her head Lauren's shoulder and felt her strong arms around her. They danced slow, slower. She wished she would never let go.

"How do you do that?" Lauren whispered. "How do you dance with me and play the piano at the same time?"
"At the same time?" she asked.
"Isn't that you making the music I hear?"