Walking Wet Dream (CAMREN)

2.

Camila vegged on the sofa with Lauren, watching some random program.

"It was nice what you did tonight," Lauren said quietly taking a sip of beer.

"What?"

"The pizza."

She rolled her eyes, "No, it wasn't anything near what she has done for me."

Lauren shrugged. "Currently it's all that you can do and you did it."

"I guess. Maybe once everything is healed I can actually return the favor and cook her a couple of meals."

"I'm sure she'd love that."

"Hope so."

Around ten that night they both decided it was time to crash. Unfortunately when Lauren carried Camila to Marcie's bedroom the door was locked.

Lauren was going to knock, but Camila shook her head. "No, don't. She had a bad day and she's tired. She hasn't been alone in a week, let her sleep. I'll take the sofa."

Lauren looked down at her with a smile. "No, you'll take my bed."

Camila shook her head. "No, not happening, I refuse."

But she had little choice seeing as how she was currently in Lauren's arms and carried her there anyway.

"No Lauren, I can't, really, its not fair to you."

"Trust me I've had plenty of bed partners and I'm not overly worried."

The protest stopped when the air left her lungs in a rush. "Wh-what?"

Leaning in Lauren's eyes locked with hers. "How often do you get to sleep next to a walking wet dream?"

A squeak from the back of her throat and then giggles followed. "Th...," she was wheezing and could barely talk through the giggles, "this is definitely a first."

"I'm glad, now if you'll excuse me I'll go get ready for bed."

She was sitting on the mattress lost in thought and day dreams when Lauren finally came back in the room with only those skimpy little marine issued running shorts on.

Her face filled with color.

"What's wrong," Lauren asked kneeling by the bedside?

"I have nothing to sleep in, my gowns in Marcie's room."

Lauren nodded then looked up with a smile. "You can wear one of my shirts to bed."

Camila nodded, happy to have come up with that reason as quickly as she had. She just knew she wasn't going to get any sleep with him by her side. Either that or she'd be dreaming things better left undreamt.

Grabbing a tee shirt from the closet SHe threw it at her. "Here I'll give you some privacy to change."

With that Lauren slipped out into the hall. Leaning against the wall, humming to herself.

When she heard Camila cursing her legs Lauren slipped back into the room. SHe laughed while watching Camila try and inch her way under the covers all the while keeping her feet in the air.

"I really, really hate this," she said watching Lauren's eyes glitter with mirth.

"Maybe I can help," Lauren offered flipping the covers completely off Camila's side of the bed so she could just stretch out.

Then flipped them back over her once she got comfortable. "Better?"

"Much," she said on a sigh.