I swear I know your face (but I don't know who you are)

chapter 19

Cara kept her eyes on the road. She could clearly feel her wife's nervousness without never needing to look at her. Cara knew exactly what was going through Ariana's head and, despite the fact that after her discussion with y/n , cara had promised that she would no longer interfere in their relationship , curiosity was stronger than anything. 

Cara had seen her talking to y/n before the meeting that morning; she had remained to watch from the large office windows, when she had seen them hugging , she understood that they had made up. Cara was fully aware of the stubbornness of both sides and for days she had feared that the long friendship , that had bound them for so many years, could crumble. On the other hand, the affection, devotion and respect that united them, were something difficult to ignore. 

But she was sure in that moment Ariana wanted to jump on y/n's neck in anger.

“If you keep grinding your teeth in this way, you may not be able to use them to eat your dinner.” cara said ironically, trying to break the tension in the car.

Ariana turned to face her, her arms crossed on her chest. “I'm pissed off.” she said, as if that was the only explanation cara needed.

“I know.” cara said. “But you cannot do anything to help, Ari.” she pointed out. “We have taken the situation in our hands for their own good and we did everything we could, now it's up to them.”

Ariana muttered something between her teeth and turned her head toward the window, watching the cars that were moving in the other direction as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Come on, baby.” cara laughed, stopping at red lights. This gave her the opportunity to slide her hand on Ariana's thigh. “In the only night we finish work at a decent time, you want to pout instead of taking advantage of it?”

Ariana looked down at her wife's hand and cara squeezed the thigh forcefully, before scratching it with sensuality.

“Cara...” she murmured softly. “You promised me that you would have taken me to dinner.”

“I know...” she replied flirtatiously. “But all that talk with aggressive tones and hard looks have done nothing but turn me on.” she confessed, her hand moved toward her inner thigh.

“I was promised a dinner.” Ariana remarked with a raised eyebrow and a small smile on her lips.

“You'll have your dinner.” she promised. “But you know... we have not used Eleonor yet.” she said, pointing to the car. “And that shirt you're wearing drives me crazy.”

Ariana bit her lower lip when Cara's hand crept upward. Her eyes turned towards her wife and she saw the glint that always characterized them when she wanted to play with her.

“Fuck dinner.” Ariana snapped.

Cara laughed and when the lights changed, the car began to move skidding along the way.

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Camilaad run.

She had run faster than was humanly possible and she had not cared to know if y/n had followed her or not. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts that violently struggled with what her heart was saying , mixing to a prosperous dose of sadness and anger.  She was angry with y/n for not being able to say a single word. She was angry with herself for having confessed her feelings, and that it would allow y/n to keep her even more in her hand than she already did.

And she was sad. 

She was sad because she cared so much, even after all these years, even after everything that had happened between them, and even after the way her wife had behaved towards her. Camila sighed heavily and looked around, she had walked aimlessly for hours and she had no idea where she was. She jumped as a thunder ripped through the sky and she shivered in the cold that hit herbare skin.