Faith Creek Girl's Camp - Chapter 10
(final chapter!!!)
Chapter 9
This story is co-authored by myself and @m-mmoonshine and can be found here on this blog or over on their ao3. Odd chapters are written by myself, even chapters by Morgan. We hope you love Bethany and Teagan as much as us!
(author's notes at the end <3)
Bethany The cabin felt eerily quiet. The thud of the door and the click of the lock practically echoed as Teagan latched it, securing them in their room for the night. Bethany sighed and turned the flare gun over in her hand.
“Whoever took that photo is still out there,” she said under her breath. The photo was taken before the alert; maybe he posted it to the tree that night, got caught and was gone. But something didn't feel right. Something tickled the back of her mind that whatever was going on, it wasn’t over.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine Beth, best not to worry about it,” Teagan kicked her shoes off. Beth watched her and followed suit, easing her shoes off, and setting the flare gun on her dresser as she did. Although her subconscious told her not to let her guard down, Teagan's words reassured her and she felt herself loosen up. She absentmindedly folded a cardigan to fill the sudden silence between them. So much had happened in such a short time, she didn't even know how to begin to feel it all.
“Sooo,” Teagan whispered into her ear, far closer than she was before, “you love me?” The tension fell like a heavy curtain and blanketed them both in easy warmth. They both laughed breathlessly.
“I do,” Beth was breathless, her whole body drawn to Teagan’s, “my God, I love you Teagan.”
She felt light and airy. She’d been blissed out with relief since the moment Teagan said the words back. When Teagan had achingly drawn the confession from her in the woods she was nervous Teagan wouldn't say the words back. As the silence had drawn on, her nerves soured to fear and bittered into hardened despair. It all evaporated at Teagan’s slow admission.
And now, in their very quiet, very private cabin, reconfessing, sharing the love she felt growing over the summer, Bethany felt her relief turn darker. The need to be closer to Teagan hijacked her brain.
“Good,” Teagan’s voice seemed… husky, “because I love you too.”
Bethany practically felt her eyes dilate. They knocked some stuff off the dresser as they stumbled together, breathlessly laughing and kissing their way into bed. Bethany was pushed down, her stomach swooping at the feeling of being moved so forcefully. Teagan hovered over her, a knee between her legs. She arched her back, grinding down on the knee as best she could. Something shifted noisily outside and Beth shot up into Teagan, their faces inches apart. “Do you think…” she trailed off.
“It's probably just something moving from the wind,” Teagan reasoned, “the door is locked and, here, I’ll close the blinds.”
Beth pushed herself up further on her elbows to watch Teagan cross the room. Her clothes were rumpled, her shirt pushed up, folding under her sports bra. Her shorts were wrinkled from Beth’s groping. Hair stuck up in the back, mussed from where Beth’s hand had been pulling. Beth’s eyes drooped as she watched Teagan reach up, the way it lengthened her body and pulled her shirt up. Beth pulled her own shirt over her head, leaned back, and spread her legs unconsciously.
“Fuck,” even through the darkness, Beth could still tell Teagan was watching. She approached and slowly dropped to her knees, not dissimilar to how she had done in the church time and time again. Slowly her hands wandered up Beth’s legs. She hummed. Her nose traced the path her hands had taken, over her calve, up to her knee and down her thigh. Bethany watched with bated breath.
Teagan whispered her name, “Beth.”
Her nose touched Beth through her shorts, “mmm, Beth.”
Teagan nosed her through her clothes, “fuckkk, Beth,” she mumbled into the fabric. The absolutely filthy vision of Teagan moaning into her clothed core was like gasoline. It fanned the flames rising through her chest up her arms and had her panting.
“Such a good girl,” she said looking up before finally tugging her pants off and bruising her thighs with brutally hard kisses. Beth squirmed and twitched. She practically jumped as Teagan refocused her attention between her legs, tongue delving between her lips.
Beth could only clench the sheets in her fists and cry out as she shook though a surprisingly powerful orgasm, before she had even fully come down from her peak, Teagan’s fingers curled and Beth’s head fell back on a long drawn out moan. Beth could feel herself getting wetter than normal, almost gushing around Teagan’s fingers. She was making all kinds of noises, lost in the feeling of Teagan inside of her, lips wrapped around her clit, hands holding her down, nails dug into her hips. Teagan didn’t let up and Beth could only grind her hips up, dizzy and unseeing.
“My good, good, girl,” Teagan slurred against her. Beth almost screamed, her orgasm ricocheting through her at the words. She knew her thighs were wet, the bed underneath her was damp but all she could focus on was the way Teagan was panting, suddenly clamoring over her like she just had three orgasms as well. Beth’s eyes flew open as Teagan held her by the neck and kissed her. The kiss turned so filthy so fast, Teagan was basically licking into her mouth and she could only dig her nails into Teagan’s back to keep from floating off.
Teagan’s body slotted into hers. When she felt the firmness of Teagan’s cunt touching hers through Teagan’s clothes, a deeply unholy thought flashed through her mind, and she pushed Teagan back. Teagan’s confession, her vulnerability, the raw emotions they’d both been feeling overwhelmed her. She needed to see Teagan fall apart, she needed to watch Teagan cry with pleasure.
Her voice was rough when she spoke, “go get your toy.”
Teagan must have misunderstood her because when she returned with the toy, she grinned cockily. Beth wasted no time snatching the silicone from her hands.
“Wha-” Teagan’s brows furrowed.
“I want to watch you cum on my cock sweetheart,” Beth said, the words a parroted line she felt like Teagan might say to her. She must have pulled it off though because Teagan flushed beet red and her breath hitched on a gasp.
Beth grinned wider as Teagan stuttered through some kind of response.
“Now get on the bed and undress for me.” Beth didn't think it was possible but Teagan flushed further down her neck, the shade darkening. She fell back on the bed and undressed while Beth had a moment to panic about how to put the harness on. Her mind unhelpfully provided an image of Teagan pulling her rock climbing harness up for her and tugging on all the straps.
She managed to get it on feeling how odd it felt to have a new appendage jutting off her front; she felt silly and powerful at the same time. She watched, fascinated, as it bobbed with her movement. When she looked up, Teagan was smirking, her chest bare as she lounged back watching smugly. She looked so good it made Beth’s mouth water.
“You look really good wearing my dick,” Teagan drawled.
“My dick now,” Beth said, holding it in her hand and jerking it. She bit her lip, a little embarrassed at her own boldness, but Teagan seemed entranced, so she leaned over her on the bed and let her hands wander.
She pushed Teagan’s knee back toward her face, opening her up. They kissed, hot and wet, and Beth felt a high rush through her when the cock dragged along Teagan’s stomach and drew a whimper from her. The power was totally going to her head. The strap sat heavily on her hips its weight gave her confidence. She was no stranger to pleasing a partner or to taking charge, but this felt like a step up from that.
She didn’t want to get carried away though, so she made herself slow down. She drew away from the tender, wet slide of their lips and relished in the way Teagan strained up to try and kiss her again. She savored the moment, panting so close to Teagan’s face, the slow grind of their hips. She drug a hand down Teagan’s collarbone and grabbed her breast roughly. She watched it fill out her palm, nipple peaking through her fingers. She lent her head down teething the nipple, lapping it, wondering how hard she’d need to suck to get a hickey on the already darkened nipple.
She lent down farther, biting the flesh around her waist. At Teagan’s boxers she got curious. Teagan’s earlier attention through her clothes lit her on fire and Teagan had seemed just as… intrigued by it. She kissed over the fabric and Teagan breathed heavier. Looking up, Teagan's eyes were glued to her, intent and widened. She decided to go for it, mouth already watering in anticipation. She inhaled deeply through her nose as she nosed into the crease of Teagan's thigh. It was warm. So warm it was burning up. She smelt so good Beth’s eyes fluttered shut and she lost herself in licking over the already damp fabric. Licking over the soft cotton enough times bestowed a taste of the slick beneath and she couldn’t even stop herself from moaning.
Looking up she tried to catch her breath. Teagan’s mouth was dropped open, a cute whine caught on her lips.
“Beth…”
She could only swallow heavily before Beth was possessed to yank down the boxers, pushing them down Teagan’s thighs. Her mouth was suddenly dry. Maybe she’d been panting? Maybe she just really needed Teagan’s cunt on her tongue.
The boxers weren’t even off yet before Beth was pushing Teagan’s legs up to her chest and tasting her exposed cunt. It was so slippery, sticking to summer sun kissed thighs and now to Beth’s cheeks as well.
“You’re so ready for me,” Beth hummed, barely audible over Teagan’s heavy panting. Her thighs squeezed in closer. Her panting and squirming was so needy and desperate, Beth almost felt bad for making her wait, but more than anything, it intoxicated her. She fumbled against Teagan, getting her clothes off completely and lining their hips up. She marveled at how big it looked next to Teagan and how she was practically glistening against it, it shone against her skin and amongst the dark hair. Beth licked her own lips, suddenly nervous. Glancing up, she searched for… reassurance? Guidance? She didn’t know, but when she saw Teagan's face, it was absolutely wrecked; the usually self assured girl looked like she was moments from begging. Just like that, she knew exactly what Teagan needed and her nerves dissolved.
She softened her grip on Teagan’s body and leaned in to kiss her, purposely pushing their hips together. It was fierce, shaped around the rocking of their bodies and Teagan’s whimpers.
“You want me to fuck you?” Beth asked into the kiss.
Teagan nodded shortly, eyes pleading.
“Use your words, love.”
“Yes- yes please, Beth,” Teagan’s voice was rough and desperate.
The cock had gotten ridiculously wet from rubbing against Teagan’s pussy. She held it as she leaned back slightly to line it up. She briefly worried that she didn’t know what she was doing. What if she hurt her? But as she eased forward, the thought evaporated to smoke. The tip of the toy slid in easily, and once it was, it practically sank the rest of the way on its own. Jesus.
Teagan moaned into the sheets, body arching. Beth watched her try and smother her own moans. As endearing as it was, Beth wanted to hear more.
Beth warmed up to strapping pretty quick. Every little noise Teagan made boosted her confidence, including the loud wet slick that echoed against their skin every time she thrusted her hips. She tried a few angles, intoxicatingly taking note of every type of moan Teagan responded with. Following all Teagan’s pretty little cues led Beth to holding Teagan’s hips, tilting her pelvis up and thrusting steadily. The dark haired girl was sprawled back against the rumpled sheets. Her breasts shook, hair a tangled mess, sweat gathered along her brow. If she still cared about being quiet, she must have been well out of her mind because she wasn’t trying to hide her moans anymore. They came as punched out groans and broken little hitches in her breathing at every thrust. Bethany thought she looked hot like that, body loose letting Bethany fuck her. She could practically feel her eyes dilate.
In this position the strap grinded deliciously against Beth’s clit. It felt so good it momentarily distracted her from getting Teagan off as she chased the feeling. She humped shallowly, panting heavily. She was so close her hands were desperately tipping Teagan’s hips she pulled her closer as her thighs tired.
“I’m gonna-,” Beth admitted shakily.
“Oh fuck,” Teagan reached down, touching herself frantically.
Beth was grinding so close, rocking her hips desperately, she tipped over the edge. She shuddered through it and watched as Teagan choked out a strangled call and came right along with her. They panted together and Beth soaked in the heartpounding aftermath.
She coughed a little, finally closing her hanging jaw. Teagan didn’t look any better off, her face was flushed and there looked to be tears in the corner of her eyes. Teagan’s cunt had darkened from being fucked so thoroughly but a milky whiteness glimmered. It drew Beth in like a siren and she felt herself pull out, Teagan groaned brokenly, and dipped down to delicately lick up the creamy mess around Teagan’s pussy. She licked her up with a flat tongue, startled by Teagan’s sudden grip in her hair. Teagan held her there and Beth kept her tongue out. She rode Beth’s tongue like she couldn't help it. She was whining and canting her hips into Beth’s mouth, near sobbing when her hips jerked and she came again.
She was twitching, still recovering. Beth kissed her messily, she needed her to taste how good she tasted. She tugged the toy off her hips, fingers fumbled the straps. It thudded to the ground and Beth rose up to mount Teagan.
Teagan was drowsy, she looked confused but her eyes widened when Beth brushed over her swollen, abused clit. She jerked when Beth ground them together, no strap in the way, just their puffy, wet cunts sliding together.
“Shhhh,” Beth hushed as Teagan began to sit up, “just stay there, let me take care of you.”
Teagan must have been so overstimulated. She bit her lip so hard it looked like it might bleed.
“Come on love I know you can, one more time with me, please,” she brushed their lips together and moaned. She’s never been so close to another person, sex had never felt so intimate as having Teagan’s pussy against hers like this. “You feel so good against me.”
She rocked slowly, their clits bumping together every time she curled her hips forward. It felt hot and weighty. She found herself coming before she really knew she was going to. She moaned a whine, her hips working back and forth as she slowly drifted over a long, mind-bending orgasm. Teagan watched her, rapt.
“Yes,” Beth breathed, “yes, Teagan, come.”
Teagan’s damp lashes fluttered shut, and her voice cracked on a third and final orgasm.
Beth’s body collapsed half on top of Teagan, finding a home in her arms.
“Wow.”
“Yeah, wow, I didn’t know it could be like that,” Tegan whispered, almost to herself.
Beth turned her head, hair messily catching in the sheets, “ I love you,” she felt the words in her chest as they left her mouth.
“Fuck Beth, I love you too.”
Beth couldn’t help the little laugh that lightened her chest. They tightened their hold on each other, bodies sticky from cooling sweat and residual slick.
Teagan
“Come here,” Teagan slurred. They kissed sweetly, far too sweetly for the… for lack of a better word, ‘fuck fest,’ they’d just had.
Teagan’s body was loose, so loose she wasn’t sure she could stand. She was right to be worried because when they did finally get out of bed, her knees buckled and struggled to hold her up.
They showered before bed and Teagan was thankful. Her thighs were sticky and her skin itched with dried sweat. She spent extra time scrubbing between her legs and down her thighs to get all the slick and spit from her skin.
When Beth stepped into the shower behind her, strap left drying on the edge of the sink, Teagan welcomed her in. They kissed like they were coming home to each other after a whole day apart and separated like they’d spent all day kissing. Teagan washed Beth's face, she carefully traced her eyebrows and swiped suds across her cheeks. Beth washed her hair, her fingers scratching and scrubbing gently. It nearly lulled Teagan to sleep standing under the warm spray. They dried off and Teagan sat heavily on the closed toilet lid to give her legs a break. Beth brushed her wet hair carefully in the mirror.
They talked about the future and it didn’t feel scary.
“You like my blasphemous music,” Teagan grinned, drying her hair slowly, lazily. Their conversation in the woods was ingrained in her memory, everything Beth said to her was replaying in bits and pieces.
Beth scoffed, “you’re lucky I like you.”
“So, when you think of… us,” Teagan let the words stall and roll around in her brain, “after camp… what do you imagine?”
Beth leveled her with a considering gaze, “I don’t know, I never truly thought of it that much.”
Teagan blinked, her hair drying slowed.
“Well I mean-,“ Beth hurriedly continued, “I guess I figured nothing would change…”
Teagan relaxed slightly and let the towel fall away from her hair.
“I saw us going on dates like we have been, and um, having sex-“ she blushes “-like we have been. I guess it's not that I didn’t see a future for us, I just didn’t see it changing much after we left camp.”
“Oh,” Teagan was at a loss for words, she felt a blush flaring up under the redness from their shower. It soothed her nerves enough to say, “I saw us at college together.” It felt like a big fantasy in the beginning but talking about it now, it felt like it could maybe be real. That scared her a little.
“I thought about taking you to a party, dancing in some frat house, kissing you up against the sink in the bathroom,” she said, the visions of it playing in her mind. How ridiculously hot Beth would look, blonde hair up in a pony tail, a cardigan falling from her shoulder as she stood pinned against some tiny bathroom sink.
Teagan turned back in, eyes honing in on Beth. She stood in this moment against a very similar kind of tiny porcelain sink, dressed only in an old camp towel.
“Ugh, Teagan, a frat house?” But she was grinning and Teagan could see similar scenarios playing behind her eyes.
“Oh, I know you better now princess, a frat house probably wouldn’t be the grossest party you’ve ever been to,” Teagan laughed and captured the brush from Beth’s lagging hand.
She caught Beth’s hand when she tried to snatch the brush back and kissed the top of it. Beth giggled, a giddy noise. It echoed off the tiles, the melody ramping up into a symphony of joy as Teagan joined in.
She stood, paying no attention when her towel fell and crumpled to the floor. She kissed Beth, her hands drawn to Beth’s face like they belonged there. Teagan pressed her back and felt her towel fall between them too. The feeling of their skin pressing together drew a shiver from Beth and a moan from Teagan.
When they broke apart Bethany’s eyes were bright, “I like that you thought of me.”
“I like that you thought of me too.”
As much as Teagan loved the feeling of Beth’s skin on hers, she was glad to be clothed again. Even if it was just a pair of sleep shorts and a ratty tank top. Beth pulled her head through her nightgown and let it fall over her underwear. Teagan smothered her quirked lip before Beth could see. She never knew nightgowns did it for her but apparently they did.
“Come here,” she beckoned with the blankets held up.
Bethany tucked herself into Teagan's side and they found a comfortable cuddle under the blankets.
Her body was solid, her skin soft. Teagan brushed her nose into the base of Beth’s neck and took comfort in her own breaths as they warmed the skin under her nose. Bethany wasn’t anything like Laura. For as much as she'd compared them while getting to know Beth, they really were very different. Beth had guts. To come out and say her feelings without knowing if Teagan would say those words back to her… Laura could never have done that. Even her most recent text (which was as good an admission of feelings that she'd ever received from Laura) had still been just fluff. It was empty, her words held no meaning, all just hollow promises. Beth left it all out on the table and Teagan respected that.
Her fingers drifted over Beth's arms feeling the hair raise into goosebumps. She giggled, “that's ticklish Teagan, cut it out!”
Teagan smiled but firmed her touch, squeezing once before letting her hand rest heavily.
“I think I’m going to block Laura.”
Beth shifted, “you- you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
Teagan almost laughed at how insincere she sounded, “nah, Laura and I never did ‘friends’ well, besides, I’m not interested in trying again.”
Beth hummed, it sounded pleased, “good, I don’t like sharing.”
“Definitely not interested in sharing,” Teagan agreed.
Teagan felt a kiss pressed to her forehead and she closed her eyes in contentment. As they lay together in comfortable silence, the cabin creaked as it settled from the wind.
“What was that?” Beth whispered.
“Just regular cabin noises, don't worry about it,” Teagan brushed it off. She wasn’t actually concerned about some murderer; Emma said it herself, the guy was caught. Sure, the picture was creepy, but they were safe in the cabin. The door was locked.
Teagan was drifting out of consciousness when the door knob rattled. It was a dull metallic thudding that echoed off the dead wood of the cabin. So eerie she shot up. Beth lurched up along with her.
Without warning, a body flew through the door, landing on the ground as if it had thrown its whole weight against the door. A second figure stood silhouetted in the cool moonlight as it poured in through the doorway.
Teagan blearily staggered forward. She didn't understand the threat but she was not going to let anyone hurt Beth. She swung her arm back to hold Beth behind her but felt nothing. Beth was not in the bed. Teagan swung around as the figure in the door held up what looked like a baseball bat.
She called out for Beth, confused, and realized Beth was already up, leaning on the dresser. She had her arms out, elbows fully straightened, the crimson red flare gun held white knuckled in both hands.
The moment slowed. Beth’s hair fell forward into her eyes, her hands recoiled back and a loud pop and fizzling noise filled the cabin. Bright red sparks lit up the log walls, every piece of furniture, fallen clothing item, and person lit up with the red light before the discharged flare smashed the window and fizzled off into the distance. The intruders squealed surprisingly feminine screams and ducked for cover.
“Oh fuck,” Beth cursed under her breath, “That does not shoot like a rifle.”
Teagan’s head snapped to her, a rifle? She did not have time to envision Beth holding a rifle right now, because right now, Beth looked scared. Teagan refocused on the intruder. She grabbed the first thing she could reach on the dresser, a can of sunscreen, not bad.
“Stay back,” Teagan warned, subtly putting her body in front of Beth’s. She should probably be more afraid than she was, but the adrenaline was pumping thickly through her veins and she could barely see straight.
The lump on the ground shifted, Teagan struggled to make out what was going on in the dark, she shifted closer but almost immediately jumped back when the lump started making a weird noise.
“I’ll spray this in your fuckin eyes,” Teagan growled out, her voice still rough from sleep.
The lump’s weird noises started taking the shape of a cackle and Tegan recoiled. She bumped into Beth who had crept up to stand behind her and firmed her stance. Beth did her job stopping the attack so Teagan resolved herself to stand in front and make sure the intruder didn't hurt either of them.
Movement came from beyond the open door and Teagan lifted the can threateningly, “get out!” she shouted.
Before she could spray or kick the approaching figure though, it started talking. “Oh my goddddd, you guys are crazyyyy!” Shelby’s shrill drawl cut through the cackling.
“Shelby??” Beth burst out as she angrily strode past Teagan’s waning attack pose.
“Seriously, did you really actually try to shoot us??” Shelby crouched by the lump on the floor, “Girl, are you ok?”
“I’m so sorry Beth, we HAD to.” Maisy rolled over, she pulled a shitty halloween mask down her face and said, “you two were just SO ‘secretly’ shacked up, it was the perfect camp prank waiting to happen.”
Teagan didn't like Maisy. For many reasons but at this moment, most of all because she was such a hypocrite. If someone had pulled this ‘prank’ on Maisy she would have disdainfully called them immature. Teagan didn’t even have to know her that long to know this to be true; she did it all the time, alternating between being angelically friendly, being heinously condescending, and being just plain annoying.
“You took that photo and left it in the woods,” Teagan accused.
“Oh, you should have seen your faces,” Maisy laughed.
“You two were sooo scared,” Shelby nodded, a weird look of judgement on her face.
Beth had retreated into herself, Teagan could sense some disgust and decided to step in, “real mature you two, what are we still camp kids, resorting to shitty pranks?”
“It was too good,” Maisy insisted, “besides, all that sneaking around? You two totally had it coming,” she shrugged it off.
“Yeah, well you should be glad Beth didn't have a real gun or you probably wouldn’t be laughing,” She couldn't help the snide tone from slipping through, annoyance winning over far too easily.
“Where did you get that from anyways?” Maisy asked as Shelby helped her up.
“Emma gave it to me,” Beth said, her voice taut, holding far more anger than she was letting show.
“Oh don’t be so up tight Beth, it’s just some summer fun, everyone gets pranked at camp,” Maisy’s tone has softened into that subtle patronizing tone.
“This wasn’t a prank Maisy,” Beth angrily stormed past, she whirled around once she was outside, “there was a real alert about a serial killer!” Teagan’s jaw clenched in sympathy. Beth was far more upset than she’d ever been at Teagan’s antics. When she huffed, “I’m going to make sure that flare didn't set anything on fucking fire,” she sounded on the verge of frustrated tears.
The “fuck” from Beth was as good a sign as any that things were serious. Teagan pushed past Shelby, and nearly stepped on Maisy on her way after Beth, “not cool”.
Teagan’s heart slowed as she followed Beth out into the dark, away from their co-counsellors. Teagan felt the adrenaline begin to fade. Beth searched the ground for any flare casings, a stomp in her step.
“Are you ok?” Teagan approached slowly, Beth whirled around and threw her arms around Teagan.
“I was so scared,” Beth admitted into the hair behind Tegan’s ear.
The admission ignited her anger even stronger. Teagan was not a snitch, but she knew church camp played by different rules, they would have to explain the missing flare round, not to mention the broken window, and they would probably have to… explain the massive scorch mark on Cabin 2.
“Oh shit,” Teagan stared at the smoldering mark as ambers glowed faintly in the dark. Black torched wood the size of a baseball crumbled slightly under a window of the cabin. Beth gasped when she turned around and spotted it. “Oh no…”
Bethany
Beth was exhausted after their long night, it felt like an entire week's worth of events had been dumped on them in the span of 12 hours. The morning after hadn't been much better, she woke up just as annoyed at Maisy and Shelby as she was the moment Maisy laughed at her.
Every time she thought about it, irritation itched under her skin. She shot that flare thinking they were in danger. How was she supposed to know it was a prank? Leaving a picture in the woods was just creepy, there was nothing funny about it. The whole thing was childish and stupid and entirely unchristian.
She fumed about it the whole way to Emma’s cabin bright and early the next morning. Teagan was a comforting calm presence through it all. Beth knew she also disapproved but she kept steady through it and let Beth fester over the shitty prank as long as she needed. She let her rant before bed once the two intruders left, Beth had paced back and forth waving her arms around exasperated at the stupidity of it all.
Reporting to Emma felt humiliating, she unapologetically shoveled all of the blame on Maisy and Shelby during the meeting. She clarified over and over again that she never would have shot if she didn’t think they were in danger. Mind you, she would have shot true if it had been a real gun. Which probably would have been terrible for Maisy, but the annoyance that bubbled in her chest made her half-wish she’d singed the girl’s brows off, just a little.
Emma had sternly told Teagan to go get the other two girls and they all met together to debrief. They all got reprimanded, but Maisy and Shelby had to stay behind after. Beth was pretty sure they were getting scolded even more which made her happy. Feeling a little better at the thought of them getting told off, she and Teagan spent the rest of the day prepping for the last round of summer campers.
Maisy and Shelby had to clean up the charred spot of wood where it hit Cabin 2 then they all had to attend a flare safety training bulletin. After that though, things went back to normal. It was their final week of camp. After this week they’d all leave. Beth got caught up in the kids arriving though, taking them around camp, leading camp activities.
She taught lessons on the beach and watched Teagan watch her in her swimsuit whenever she walked by from the rock climbing wall. Stood on the paddle board as the kids splashed around her, she always waved. Teagan, caught, would wave back, or if she was alone she would blow a kiss. It never failed to give Beth butterflies.
Similarly, Beth often passed the rock climbing wall when Teagan taught. She rarely saw Teagan on the wall herself but watching her bond with the kids over the week was attractive to see in its own way. She teased the kids and ruffled their hair, she fit right in like a sister old enough to lead, but cool enough to just hang out.
They did not have the same styles but they complimented each other really nicely. Beth kept them on time and task, she kept the team together and had a way of including everyone that made sure everyone got along. Teagan was good at engaging the kids in activities, especially the ones who were shy. She had all the charisma of Beth’s favourite camp counsellors growing up. Together they had impeccable teamwork, it was like night and day from their first week. Where Beth had been incredibly overbearing and commanding and Teagan had been uninterested in being a counsellor at all. Beth was proud.
The nearing deadline of their time together hadn’t weighed on Beth until the week was almost over. They were laying in bed together, Teagan’s fingers ghosted up and down Beth’s shoulders and Teagan had mentioned looking forward to sleeping on her own mattress. Beth’s whole brain stalled for a second. She hadn’t thought about their return from camp, and what any of that would mean. Beth let the comment hang, she couldn’t imagine they would just part ways… but Tegan didn’t have the best communication track record. Her and Laura didn’t talk about their relationship at all and look where that put them. Not that Beth was upset, quite the opposite, she was glad Teagan blocked her after she reached out. Beth just didn’t want to be the one that upset the balance they were enjoying. Camp was easy, at camp they could be themselves, but back home, with both their moms, their friends, their lives. Beth just bit her lip.
“The camp beds are kind of lumpy,” she lamely acknowledged.
“I bet you have a real soft mattress at home,” Beth could hear the grin in Teagan’s voice, “like princess and the pea.”
Beth scoffed but she was pleased. She couldn't help herself as she said, “you’ll like it, it’s nice and tall, perfect height to bend me over on.”
Teagan made a strangled noise behind her, the light fingers on her shoulder firmed and pulled her back. “God, where did you get that dirty mouth from?”
“You,” Beth laughed lightly, worries forgotten for the moment.
Those moments alone with Teagan were blissful, but moments they were apart, during lessons or long busy days, Beth wondered if their connection was waning. The end of the week approached out of nowhere and they still had yet to talk about their plans. It was one of their last bonfires and Beth felt the reality of their time ending cave her heart in. As soon as the kids were in bed, Beth would ask about it. The fire flickered on the roasting stick in front of her, illuminating the marshmallow as she stuck the stick through. Her eyes caught on Teagan as she finished her song. She looked incredible by the firelight, it really wasn’t fair.
“Ok, last song,” Teagan called. Beth checked her watch, it was twenty minutes until lights out. She frowned, it was a little early for the last song.
The kids all piped up, requesting songs they liked. One requested an electric pop hit that Beth was pretty sure didn't have any guitar in it. A few girls jumped up in front of her to get picked. Teagan laughed kindly at the group of kids. Every week there was a group that seemed to naturally gravitate toward her, this group was no different.
She adjusted the guitar in her arms, “Settle down, settle down,” she grinned as one of the kids pleaded in front of her with both her hands. Beth met Teagan’s eyes, “I actually have a special song I wanna play.
She strummed her guitar, as she slowly eased into a familiar song, one Beth had heard her play before. The girls around her quieted down and Beth found herself holding her breath.
Teagan didn’t pause, she jumped right into the lyrics and Beth was stuck, mesmerized, the marshmallow bag slag in her hands.
She got to the chorus and her voice picked up.
“She loves me not, she loves me,” She sang with confidence.
Beth’s eyes widened and she saw Maisy’s head snap to Teagan out of the corner of her eye. She couldn’t bother to pay her any attention though as she continued, her eyes catching Beth’s again.
“She holds me tight then lets me go, she loves me not, she loves me, she holds me tight then lets me go.” A slight smile curves her lips as she strums into the next verse, her voice playful and light. “Soon as you leave me, we always lose connection, it’s gettin’ messy, I fiend for your affection.”
Beth hung onto her words, prettily sung as she playfully sang the rest of the verse, “don’t loosen your grip, got a hold on me. Now, forever, let’s get back together.” She kept going strong into the last half of the song, Beth hanging off her every word.
Teagan finished her song, brushed off the kids clapping and asking for another song kindly and headed straight for Beth.
“I’m going to return the guitar,” Teagan announced loudly, still focused on Beth. “You want to come with me?” she asks, quieter, just for Beth.
Beth’s eyes darted around and found Maisy staring directly at them. She looked annoyed but rolled her eyes and said, “I’ve got this.”
Beth trailed after Teagan down the trail to the pavilion. Teagan was tight lipped about her performance and dodged Beth’s questions about what was going on. It was all she could do to trail after the girl with the guitar, butterflies rioting in her tummy.
“I got her to cover,” was all she said, “she owed us a lot more than just watching the kids so we could have a moment.”
A moment? Did Teagan have something planned? It sure seemed that way. She watched Teagan out of the corner of her eye as they walked. Was it possible she was thinking about after camp just as much as Beth was? Were they finally going to talk? The song felt like a good sign, she thought. Nervous excitement thrummed through her as they approached the pavilion. Teagan turned, back to the door, guitar in hand, to face Beth. She was smiling, it was a soft thing, Beth noticed it in her eyes, the gentle turn of her mouth. It was beautiful.
“Beth, I’ve been thinkin’ a lot about what our lives look like after camp. We talked a bit about it but, well, I wanted to be really clear,” Teagan looked so earnest. She drew away, pulling the doors to the pavilion open. Balloons bounced as a breeze blew in and a hand made sign sat propped against a stool on stage. It read ‘will you be my girlfriend’ in forest green paint.
“Wherever we go from here, I want to be your girlfriend, will you be mine?” Teagan asked.
Beth’s eyes widened. Beth expected a talk sure but a gesture like this, Teagan must have blown all the balloons up, used the arts and crafts in her spare time to make the sign, she’d obviously put a lot of time and thought into this. Beth felt a tightness in her chest and a wetness along her lashes.
“Camp is gonna be over soon you know, but I don't want this to be a summer fling, I love you Beth,” Teagan nervously continued.
“Oh Teagan,” Beth breathed out, she could only kiss her in that moment. Their bodies collided and balloons scattered around them as Teagan staggered back.
“I don’t want this to be a summer fling either, I want to date you Teagan,” Beth admitted between kisses. She was not expecting something like this from Teagan but it meant everything. The commitment, the assurance, the earnest effort Teagan put in, it made her want to squeal.
Needless to say, Beth said yes, they kissed in the pavilion amongst the balloons and the sign. Beth was sure they’d get in trouble if they were found out, but they weren’t. They giddily snuck as many balloons they could in an old dry cleaning bag to keep in their cabin that night the sign sat lovingly rolled up amongst their bags.
They retrieved their kids and had a quiet end to their night, falling into each other's arms content to be exactly where they were.
The final morning of camp Beth unpinned her ‘I <3 God’ poster and rolled it up with the one Teagan had given her the night before. She listened to the kids chatter in the background as they all packed as well. Beth meticulously packed her things away and Teagan stuffed her clothes in every nook and cranny that she could. Some things never changed.
Beth looked up from zipping her bag to see Teagan in the doorway, “ready to go?”
Beth nodded and took her hand.
Teagan
Her bag thudded as she threw it in the box of her pickup truck.
“Are you sure we can’t put the bags in the truck?” Bethany said exasperatedly.
Teagan grinned, there was something she loved about irritating Beth. Not for real of course, but watching her scoff to hide a laugh, or roll her eyes while holding back a smile made Teagan want to push her buttons just a little more.
“They are in the truck,” she teased like a kid saying playing the I’m not touching you game.
Teagan was treated to a short scoff and the pleasure of watching Beth turn away to hide a smile.
The morning was cool but there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Teagan shrugged her unzipped hoodie over her tank top. The summer had flown by, she could hardly believe she was leaving church camp with a girlfriend. HA. Her mom would probably be pissed but Teagan couldn't be more happy. She watched Beth prop her water bottle in the console of her truck and shut the door.
“Well, shall we?” Beth prompted.
Teagan nodded.
With the truck packed they returned to the campers who were finished loading into the bus. Kids laughed and waved to their favourite campers through the windows. Both Beth and Teagan had their fair share of girls waving to them saying good bye. The bus slowly pulled away, kicking up a storm of dust as it rumbled down the dry, late summer roads. Shrieking laughter filled the air as the bus hit pothole after pothole. Teagan could practically see the kids bouncing off the seats in the back row.
Maisy passed her clipboard onto Emma, stopping before she got onto the second bus. “You’re not coming are you?” Maisy asked, light and airy as usual.
Things had gradually smoothed out between them. Time and the kids had brought them all together again and although they'd never be good friends, it was too much work to truly hold a grudge.
“No, I’m heading back with Teagan,” Beth smiled.
“Hmm, figured,” Maisy grinned, “why ride the bus when you could ride, with your girlfriend,”
Teagan raised an eyebrow but Beth only shrugged as if to say duh.
They watched Maisy load onto the bus and then finally got into the truck and pulled away from camp themselves. The truck felt quiet after the excitement of the goodbyes. They sent one last wave to Emma as they pulled away from camp and finally got on the road.
With the sound of gravel crunching under her tires, a gentle wind through the windows and Beth’s hair drifting around it in, Teagan felt like they sat on both the end and the very beginning of something new. Teagan slid a hand on Beth’s thigh, the warmth, the familiarity, it was all she needed. Beth grinned at her, laced their fingers and squeezed. What an unforgettable summer.
Acknowledgments
phyllocnistis:
Hi!!!! Congratulations on making it to the end of camp! I told myself I wasn’t going to get too emotional writing an acknowledgment section on a smut piece, but I feel like there are a few things that I need to say as an author. Firstly, I need to extend my deepest gratitudes to a number of people, but specifically to Morgan, one of my best friends and the co-author on this piece. I have loved every minute of building Beth, Teagan and Faith Creek Girl’s Camp with you. This is the first long piece I have started and finished since high school and you’ve really helped me grow as a writer and person during the last year. I can’t thank you enough and I can’t wait to see what else you write in the future (hopefully some more with me!) and I’m sure everyone here feels the same. Secondly, I’d like to thank my partner (who will never read this acknowledgement but I feel inclined to say this anyway) for supporting me when writing was hard and also when it was easy and consuming my life. I love you eternally. And lastly, perhaps most importantly, I want to thank you, reader. As mentioned, I haven’t written something this long with or without help since high school and Faith Creek Girl’s camp has brought me so much joy and inspiration throughout the past year and a huge part of that is thanks to you. Your comments, kudos, reblogs, likes, and tags have been so unbelievably kind and have definitely kept us going when we were busy or in a writer’s rut. I’m sure Morgan feels the same on this one, but truly, your kind words mean the world to us. I’m so thankful to be in a position to share a story about lesbians at church camp that doesn’t end painfully like many of the real-life stories I know on the topic. Sorry this got kind of rambly, I love you all and urge you to stick around to see what else we write going forward. You’ve been a great co-counselor and I hope the rest of your year goes swimmingly!
-Mitch/Phyllocnistis
@m-mmoonshine 's author note:
Oh my god I can’t believe camp is over! Our girls are in love and onto their next adventure!!
Faith Creek Girls Camp was an absolute joy to write! Exploring these characters and playing with them was such an incredible experience. And doing it all with phyllocnistis too, UGH I couldn’t have asked for a better writing partner!!! You took many of my firsts on this fic phyllocnistis, my first original characters, first writing collaboration, one of my first long fics. It was incredible I learned so so much and I'm so so thankful for the patience and guidance you’ve offered me through this whole process!
I was so happy to hear from people in the comments and through phyllocnistis!! To see people loved Beth and Teagan as much as me and phyllocnistis did made me really happy, thank you <3
