Reflection 2:Better Together

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I woke the next morning to a pair of soft lips brushing lightly just over my pulse point, warm breath hitting the area and causing goose bumps to appear over my tanned skin.
"Lauren.." I groaned, reaching up to tangle my hair in the cascading waves of Raven hair.
"Hm?"
"Mm... Can this wait? I'm starving." I chuckled, "And I have serious morning breath."
The Latina rolled off of me throwing her hair over her shoulders and swapped our positions so she could be the big spoon, "I thought that's what you wanted?"
I nodded my head, "I did, but this is much better. How did you sleep?"
"Like a rock, you?"
"This bed is super soft. I pretty much sunk into it as soon as I lied down."
The singer behind me trailed her fingers down my thigh, rubbing it and running her fingertips softly over the fabric of the jeans I slept in.
"What time is it?"
"It's only 6 o'clock, we have two hours to just lie here, or we could hit the pool."
"How about this, you cook me breakfast, and I go take a dip in the pool?"
The older girl hummed in content, pulling me closer to her. I reveled in her embrace for a while longer-listening to the sounds of the house, to the sounds of her breathing, to the way her heartbeat was almost in sync with mine.
Finally, the silence was interrupted, "Okay, time for us to get up." Lauren announced pulling away from me and throwing her legs off the side of the bed. I followed repeating the same actions on my side of the bed getting up to stretch my arms and legs. I dug down the ends of my shirt before deciding to just pull it off altogether, and chuckled as Lauren made a small squeaking sound from where she was. I took the lead in order to stop her thoughts and begin my journey down the stairs into the kitchen. I quickly pulled out the ingredients that I wanted from the fridge-egg whites, bell peppers, onions, ham, spinach and butter.
"You want a western omelette? With crepes?" Lauren asked, finally making it down the steps.
I nodded, going over to her to wrap my arms around her waist, pressing my front to her gracious back, "Where's the pool?"
She nodded her head towards the window, "That way, down the steps babe. Don't drown."
"Don't burn the house down," I joked back, moving away. I tugged off my pants leaving me in only my black Victoria's Secret bra and panties, and kicked them over to the side, "Bring me a towel when you get the chance?" I called, walking across the large rooms and opening the glass slider. I followed the steps down to what I could only describe as a courtyard. In the midst of the courtyard was a large pool, a grassy area, and a gate sectioning it off from the other houses. The grass was scattered with toys and trucks and I smiled, knowing it was Anthony's little play area.
I stepped closer to the pool, observing that it must've been at least 8 feet before I braced myself to dive in. Immediately I was consumed by the cold water all around my body. It was exhilarating, as I sunk to the bottom and open my eyes seeing the Aqua clear liquid all around me. I stayed down for as long as I could until my lungs began to burn and I swept my arms, propelling myself upwards and breaking the surface, gasping for air. My hair was soaked which was always a huge problem for me, but I ignored it, swiping the blue wisps out of my face. I swam around the liquid making me feel like I'm flying yet grounded all at the same time. I splashed around in the water for a while longer letting my troubles melt away until I heard the sliding doors move and Lauren walk down the stairs. I turned to see her in her white kimono, black underwear beneath, wielding two plates of food and a towel.
"Is that for me?" I called and she smiled, "Yep, come eat." She walked down the stairs and over to the table and I made long stroked with my arms to reach the pool ladder. Summoning my strength, I pulled myself up, the muscles in my stomach and arms rippling. I knew Lauren was staring, I could feel the heat in pinpricks on my skin, and as a result, I blushed.
I walked over to her at the table, grabbing the towel to dry off just enough so that I wasn't dripping all over the place and wrapped the towel around my hair, taking my seat.
"Thanks for the food." I added before digging in to the fluffy omelette, flavor bursting over my tastebuds.
We sat in peaceful silence enjoying the sound of birds and traffic from the main road, before Lauren interrupted, "What are you doing here?" She whispered.
I looked up to see her head slightly bowed, but she still stared at me with ocean blue eyes.
"I'm eating." I said simply, ignoring the depth of her question.
"No, I mean.. What are you doing here? With me? With us?"
"Breathing."
"What are you looking for?"
"Why does it matter all of a sudden?"
"They all left me, you know... Keana, Brad, Keaton.."
"Do I look like any of them, Lauren? No, I don't. I'm just here for the ride... No matter where it leads, this is a caravan I'm not ditching."
"What if we crash? What if we burn? What if we all die?" We were speaking in symbols, but the message was clear. What if in the end we both ended up hurt again was what she wanted to ask. It was dangerous to be, even more critical for us not to be, either way, here we were.
"Then so be it, Lauren. If you want to break walls down, you have to be willing to get bruised."
She nodded, "I know..."
"Hey," I said, pausing so she'd look up at me, "I'm here. Stop worrying about it, everything else? Let it go. For my sake, this holding back thing is driving me insane."
"We could very well end up the same as last time."
"You're right? But it's up to both of us to not let that happen. Mistakes are not to prevent you from taking chances, they're to teach you what to do for the next time." I grabbed her hand, pulling her around the table and over to me. I stood, wrapping my arms around her and picking her up. The two of us spun around before I clumsily took a false step, both of us tumbling into the pool. She shrieked and clung to me like a cat thrown in water, and in a panic, I rushed to the surface of the water, sputtering. Moments later, she appeared, only her eyes at the surface.
"God, Lauren." I gasped, trying to catch my breath from the fear of drowning, "What are you doing?"
She giggled under the water before coming up and spitting a spurt of water in my face.
I screamed, splashing her with a wave before she splashed back, moving closer towards me.
I placed my hand on the small of her back, running it down, knowing full well that was the spot that drove her insane.
She looked at me, lowering her lashes and biting her lip. Her eyes gazing over my body. I cupped her face, bringing her lips to mine. We shared a soft kiss, my lips trapping her bottom lip. I bit it and she let out a soft, barely audible moan. I could feel her fingertips tracing circles on my sides, my body producing goosebumps, which wasn't due to the cold water. I wrapped my arms around her neck and she grabbed my hips firmly, her lips moving down my neck. I let out a loud moan when she started sucking on my collar bone. Her fingers were dancing close to the hem of my black lace panties, she slipped them down my legs and motioned for me to wrap my legs around her waist, my panties discarded. She picked me up and placed me on the side of the pool, my legs were over the edge, wide open and Lauren was standing right in front of me. She winked at me before running a finger between my lower lips. I was soaked, not just from the water. She put both my legs over her shoulders, before she buried her face in my pussy. I grabbed her head moaning her name as her tongue penetrated me. I began grinding myself against her face, trying to add to the intense pleasure.
I gasped when I felt her tongue flick over my clit. "More.. I need you inside of me." I urged her, and I felt her two fingers enter me while her tongue still attacked my sensitive nub. I cursed and pulled her hair, causing her to fuck me harder. Her fingers pumping inside of me, my juices dripping out.
"Lauren... I'm close. Don't stoaahhhp." I felt her hit my g- spot, my pending orgasm becoming even stronger. "Fuck fuck fuck... Shit... I'm-" I yelled as my orgasm hit, my body shaking so much she held onto my thighs, her tongue soothing my my pussy.
She slowly brought me back into the pool, holding me. Our bodies pressed together. I was still shaking and I'm not sure if it was from the cold or my orgasm.
"You good, honey?" Lauren asked, kissing my forehead. I nodded, my limbs tight from the act we just finished, and pulled away. I got off the edge of the pool and walked towards the stairs leading back up to the house.
I heard the sounds of Lauren doing the same as I grabbed the towel and dried myself, "Lauren, I'm gonna go take a shower, can you be ready to get Anthony by the time I'm out?"
"No problem, go put on some clothes though! You're mooning my neighbors!" She yelled, and I slapped my cheek in response, "At least they're getting a show."
I walked back into the house and up the stairs to my favorite bathroom, the one with the huge walk in shower and bench, that way I could calm my now aching legs.
Geez, your stamina is not what it used to be, I commented, turning on the water to the hottest setting. Limb by limb I submerged myself in the cascading shower. After the heat took over my front, I spun and let it soothe my back. Eventually I washed and dried, managed to do something to my hair and dress in some of the clothes that Normani had apparently left last time she was there- a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a flannel with a half shirt beneath. I topped the outfit off with one of Lauren's beanies and a pair of her black sneakers.
"Wow, don't you look like you just borrowed a little bit of Fifth Harmony from everybody?" Lauren smirked, fixing her hair in the mirror. She had on a white polo with light blue jeans and a pair of fold over boots.
"Is it my fault that we had to leave without me packing my stuff?"
"Okay, superstar, don't get snippy. You ready to go? I miss my baby. Oh, and I think you might wanna check your phone it's been buzzing all day."
She nodded towards my cell that I'd left in the bed room. Immediately I leapt for it. I'd heard nothing from my managers in a few days, partly because I'd been occupied with performing and making appearances and keeping the girls together.
As suspected, I had a shit ton of calls from Syco. I dialed their number back and on the third ring I got Simon.
"Paige."
"Simon?"
"We need to have an open dialogue. You have been avoiding me for days."
"I've been taking care of my family, Si, I'm sorry. I've been doing what I need to do right? Laying low?"
"Maybe if you'd listen to me you'd understand my problem!" The British man shouted.
"I'm sorry." I stammered. He paused and I could hear his dramatic sigh on the other side of the phone.
"Your fans are saying you've been neglectful, Paige. You need to let them in, I understand you're getting older and you want a measure of privacy, but you're a celebrity. An idol per say. You need to at least look like you want to share your life with the fans."
"Look, Simon, I'll handle it somehow. But right now, Lauren and Anthony are of my primary concern, I have to go."
"Let's not forget who made you, Paige." He warned.
"I know, Si, all I'm asking for is a day to myself, then I can be all about publicity, okay? Can we talk later?"
"Yes. I want a conference call at 8, understood?"
"Yes sir, have a great day." I hung up the phone and realized Lauren was nowhere to be found. I walked down the stairs and outside the house making sure to lock up. I jumped into the car I found Lauren impatiently waiting in.
"What was that about?" She questioned as I fastened my seatbelt.
"Don't worry about it, I've got this." I pecked her cheek as she pulled off.
Hopefully today would be something pleasant.