Time Has Come

Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Chapter Twenty-Eight

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Octavia was laying in bed and laughing as Camila tickled her. "Cami, stop," she squeals out.

Grinning, Camila leans down and kisses her slowly and passionately.

Octavia laughed against Camila's lips.

Shifting so she is laying between Octavia's legs, Camila stops tickling her and deepens the kiss.

Octavia relaxed and began kissing Camila back slowly.

Deepening the kiss, Camila tilts her head slightly and runs her tongue over Octavia's bottom lip.

Octavia slowly opened her mouth and let Camila's tongue in.

They made out for a few minutes before Camila pulled away and dropped onto the bed beside Octavia.

She didn't know how far the older girl was willing to let her go.

Octavia smiled. "This is nice."

Nodding, Camila pulls Octavia closer and kisses her shoulder before curling into her. "Makes me feel like a teenager again."

Octavia giggled. "Yeah."

"I'm so glad it's the weekend." The younger girl mumbles.

"Why?" Octavia sat up slightly.

Whining slightly, Camila tries to pull her back down. "Because you aren't rushing off to school."

"Oh." Octavia lays back down.

Shifting, Camila moves to lay between her thighs once more. "We aren't leaving this room."

"We aren't?" Octavia asked. "Why not?"

"Because," Camila responds, leaning down and placing open mouthed kisses down her neck.

"That doesn't answer my question." Octavia frowned.

Lifting her head, Camila looks into Octavia's eyes. "I want to make love to you." She says nervously, they hadn't done anything since her amputation surgery.

Octavia bit her lip. "Um..."

Swallowing thickly, Camila moves off of her and sits on the edge of the bed, tears filling her eyes as she works on pulling her shoe and sock on. "Forget it, I-I forgot that, just forget it." She barely gets out before a soft sob escapes her.

Octavia sighed, she ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry,"

Shaking her head, Camila forces herself up and over to her wheelchair. "I-It's fine, you're not the only one disgusted by my leg."

"I'm not disgusted." Octavia said.

The younger girl doesn't respond, not believing her.

Octavia sighed. "I'm not disgusted." She repeated.

"You wouldn't pull away from me if you weren't disgusted." The younger girl responds softly.

"I'm not disgusted." Octavia repeated again.

"Then look at my leg, you always avoid it." Camila responds softly.

"I avoid it because I don't want to make you uncomfortable." Octavia said.

Looking down, Camila stares at the stump where her right leg used to be. "You not looking at it or touching it makes me uncomfortable, it makes me think that you think I'm disgusting or a freak."