Finding Camila Cabello Camila/You

Champagne Kisses

High.

It all felt like some kind of magic-drug-induced high that had no side effects of paranoia or anxiety. It was like floating through the clouds the way you thought of them as the fluffy, touchable beds of angels, and not the actual, scientific liquid crystals suspended in the atmosphere. You could land softly onto the clouds without falling thousands of feet to your demise. You could fall back and trust there would be a tangible, solid surface right beneath you.

Or a pair of strong, tattooed arms.

A laugh escaped Camila's lips when she felt Y/n wrap those arms around her waist. Allowing her to relax and lean in across her breasts she planted a lingering kiss on her temple. The soccer player squeezed around her waist and forced her to turn and face her. She dipped her head to kiss her. She moaned softly as her tongue parted her lips, begging for entrance. Camila wrapped her arms around her neck as she lifted her atop the marble island. Hoisting her up, she surrendered control.

"Mhhhm..." the sound of someone clearing their throat forced apart the insatiable couple. Camila and Y/n turned towards the entranceway where they found Normani looking both unimpressed and uneasy. "Not on the stone, guys," she groaned, swatting Y/n away from the kitchen island.

Y/n raised her arms to assuage her guilt. Camila took a few steps away from the green eyed woman, hoping and praying for a time machine that could take her back to earlier that morning when her head was clear and not fogged up by Y/n's kisses. Normani had just caught the two of them; and while she and Y/n agreed to keep their housemates in the loop, she wasn't expecting it to happen this way. She thought the news that they were 'dating' or whatever it was they were doing would go down a lot easier with a plate full of breakfast and a tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"So....." Normani began, "I guess I don't need to ask why you two disappeared yesterday."

"I'm sorry." Said Camila, hanging her head in shame.

Normani shook her head, "Dinah told me that you two had a fight, so I figured you just needed to get out and get some air. I didn't think you were recruiting this one on your mission to carjack my Benz," she pointed at her teammate.

"I'm really sorry." Camila stressed again. In hindsight, even if she was really angry with her best friend, she shouldn't have taken the keys to one of Normani's cars without her permission.

"Ah, don't worry about it, you're a guest and you're welcome to use any of the cars in the garage. Just..." she paused, looking from the marble island to the hot pan in the stove to the towering set of dishes in the sink, "keep the place spotless, ok?"

Y/n breathed a sigh of relief when Normani left the kitchen and headed back upstairs. Her teammate could be so unnecessarily obsessive compulsive when it came to her house. As Y/n shrugged and returned her attention back to the sunny side up eggs, Camila was shaken up.

The realization that this was really happening had finally interrupted her fantasy of fluffy clouds and a tattooed angel keeping her safe and warm. It wasn't just her and Y/n atop a cliff anymore. Now, she had to worry about Dinah; and she just knew that her best friend would not be on board for any of it. She could just imagine the fire burning through Dinah the moment Normani recounted what she had just seen.

"Hey," Y/n's voice interrupted her thoughts, "you're not changing your mind about all this, are you?"

"No," she smiled weakly and noted the genuine concern in Y/n's features. She would never have imagined seeing the soccer player give her that look, but there she was standing right in front of her – ready and waiting. "I'm sure. I want this."

Y/n's eyes crinkled at the corners; her lips turning up to a bright, white smile. "I want this too."

Breakfast was a quiet opus of silverware against ceramic and liquid sloshing against glass. Normani had gone downstairs just before they set the table to alert them that Dinah was still furious about the events that transpired the day before. Normani chose not to tell her about what she saw in the kitchen; she hoped Camila and Y/n would break the news to her and she wouldn't end up at the receiving end of her woman's wrath.