Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Maybe You Could Use Some R&R

         
          The soreness, aching, grouchy attitude ~ they all contributed to long hours at a finance company that Y/N Y/L/N and her closet business associate Dinah Jane ran together. Lately, the hours had been longer and more stressful due to a new client ~ Bradley Simpson that was adamant about making their jobs a thousand times harder.

          “Home Miss Y/L/N?" Pedro, the Spanish - American driver asked as Y/N climbed into the back seat of the black SUV she shared with her wife Lauren Jauregui: who she couldn't WAIT to get home to.

          Lauren had come into her life a little over five years ago when she was an accountant for Bank of America. She was probably the most beautiful client she ever had, and definitely knew what she was talking about. She asked the younger woman out on a date after helping her finance a pretty decent looking checking account, and the rest is history. They were engaged two years later and married that following year.

          “Hi mí amor. ¿Como estás?"

          The frustrated woman took in the sight of her wife fixing one of her favorite dishes ~ rotisserie chicken with garden fresh salad and steamed veggies and felt her heart flutter. It was crazy how Lauren could INSTANTLY make her feel better.

          Instead of verbally answering, she walked over towards her wife and carefully slid the knife she was holding out of her hands, kissing those pink full lips she craved with a surprising amount of intensity.

          The green eyed woman felt her breath catch in the back of her throat at the intensity, bringing her arms around her wife's neck as the kiss somehow intensified.

          “Cariño (Honey), what's the matter?"

          “Lo siento mi angél." (I'm sorry my angel). “Stressful day."

          Lauren smiled at how well her wife's Spanish was starting to come along. She'd memorized and practically copied the entire Spanish - English dictionary to heart just to be able to communicate with her and her family better. She ESPECIALLY loved the romantic words Y/N committed to memory.

          “I didn't say I HATED that one bit. You've just always kissed me a little more relaxed. But since you're stressed, I can see why you kissed me the way you did. You just need to relax mi amor. Dinner will be ready soon. Do you want a glass of wine?"

          “Sí." The older woman smiled, thanking her wife as she poured two glasses of red wine into a pair of wine glasses.

          “Okay, so talk to me. It's this Bradley character giving you a hard time right?" They sat in the dining room, Lauren perched comfortably in Y/N's lap as they conversed.

         “He's more than a character babe. He's a hijo de tu puta." (son of a bitch). “Lo siento." She apologized as Lauren playfully slapped her shoulder.

       “But he's a joto (faggot) that could stand to make us a shitload of money. I'm so torn about this. Yo también mi vida." (I love you my life.)

       “Where did that come from?" Lauren amused, kissing her wife's soft lips before she responded.

          “I just love you and I realize I hadn't said it since I came home. I see we're having my favorite for dinner, anything I can do to help?" She wrapped her arms around Lauren's waist as they migrated back into the kitchen. The green eyed woman smiled at the action as she placed the top on the cooked vegetables and shook her head.