Not Weak, Just Stronger

Chapter 19: New Beginnings

The shivering ceased to stop; Lauren drilled into her girlfriend ruthlessly from behind until she was trembling violently and her knuckles were white from fisting the sheets so hard. At this point, her body was marked with long red scratches down her arms and back, her hips had crescent moon dents that also came from Camila's nails, and her neck and collarbone was marked with hickeys. Camila had a hickey or four on her stomach and neck, a red print on her ass from being slapped and another on her face that she asked for. It has been at least half an hour and midnight was closer than they realised.

Lauren finally pulled out and collapsed onto the bed beside Camila who remained face down, ass up for a few more seconds before her body lowered itself. They both struggled yet eventually caught their breaths and took their time in recovering. Lauren thought Camila was passed out or...dead. She didn't move but her thighs were still trembling and her hands still gripped the sheets. Giving that Lauren already did what Camila asked her to do, now she was going to do what didn't need asking; aftercare. Lauren leaned over and started gently kissing down Camila's back while massaging her backside soothingly, tending to the area that was stricken a couple of times.

"Camz, you okay baby?" Lauren spoke in a softer tone now. Her fingertips glided up and down her spine slowly and she continued kissing her shoulders.

"I'm fantastic, amor, I just need a minute. Or ten," her voice was muffled slightly due to her face being buried into the pillow.

"Okay," Lauren chuckled. "I'm gonna go freshen up a little. If you need anything, let me know."

"Can you get me water? And when you're finished, can we cuddle?" Camila turned her head to look at Lauren over her shoulder. She was already up and moving, already with the strap-on off and in her hands.

"Of course. Anything you want."

Suddenly the music stopped and they heard glass shattering and a loud british voice echoing through the halls and bouncing off the walls. Then a whole bunch of commotion and swearing. Lauren and Camila exchanged puzzled and worried looks, unaware if somebody was fighting or playing too roughly. Lauren quickly cleaned herself up and put her clothes back on before rushing downstairs to see what all the fuss was about.

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*Flashback*

'Knock knock knock knock'

Nate's eyes slowly opened and he silently fought with himself on whether or not he'd get up to open the door. He was staying over his cousin's house for the night and her parents were out of town for the weekend; it was just them two and her boyfriend. He stayed in the guest bedroom and locked the doors like he always did. Nate was paranoid anyone would come in while he was sleeping and do him wrong such as taking his stuff or playing pranks, so it was necessary for him to always lock up before sleeping.

The knocking sounded again. This time it was more frantic and eager, so, groggily, he sat up, rubbed his eyes, then scooted off of the queen sized bed to answer the door. His cousin pushed him inside and quickly got in the locked the door.

"Wha—" he started but she immediately shushed him with a finger to her lips.

"Shh! Don't say anything," she urged his silence as his voice was too loud.

Nate sighed and rubbed his eyes some more. He tried to make out her face in the dark and noticed the fear in her eyes. Now he was fully awake and on alert. Nate whispered seriously, "Natasha, what happened?"

"Carlos hit me and I'm trying to hide."

"He what?!" his whispering was harsh now. He may have only been 17 and her boyfriend was 28, but he would gladly kick some ass if necessary. He was always abusive, Nate didn't think physical was part of the equation though. "What do you mean he hit you? Why did he hit you??"