Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 26

A/N: One word: Drama. Hope you enjoy.

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Camila was leaned against the wall by Lauren's door, her hands on Lauren's neck, holding her in place as they shared slow, tender, longing kisses. Each connection of their lips made her heart thud heavy in her chest and caused the air be sucked from her lungs, leaving her desperate for more. She slid her hand further and wrapped her fingers behind Lauren's head, pulling her deeper and moaned as their tongues touched. Her whole body tingled and vibrated as Lauren placed a hand on her hip and squeezed lightly, Lauren's other arm braced against the wall by the diva's head. She smiled into the next kiss.

"...my mom..."

"...is in her room..." Camila informed her, never breaking from their established sensual rhythm. "I just want to kiss you." She inhaled sharply as Lauren sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and whimpered in a gasp as the raven haired woman released it. Her knees were going weak. She could feel them shaking, and dropped her other hand to Lauren's coat that she was still wearing, fisting it for support. Lauren got the picture and removed her mouth from Camila's, resting her head on the side of the diva's so the brunette could lean into her shoulder, nearly wrapped in a hug between Lauren and the wall.

"Are you okay?" The question was sincere as she felt the diva tremble as she molded into the photographer's body.

"Yeah." Camila's answer was barely a whisper hidden in a ragged release of her breath. "Yeah. I'm fine."

Lauren closed her eyes and took in their closeness. "Stay tonight. Just to...just stay tonight. I don't want you to go." The diva closed her eyes tight as she fought for control over her shaking legs, and she listened to the beat of Lauren's heart. It was fast, pounding hard like hers. Like each beat hit heavy enough to shake your whole body. "Camila?"

She turned her face away and pressed it back into Lauren, her thumb on the photogrpaher's neck lightly grazing the soft skin. "Say it again."

Lauren's heart fluttered at the whisper. "Camila." Neither of them moved for what seemed like hours. Nothing was spoken between them except from Lauren as she inhaled the diva and let it out in a shaky breath. "I'll hold you here forever if you'll let me." The diva's only repositioned, throwing her arms around Lauren's neck and letting herself be lifted off the ground as Lauren stood up straight, her arms tightly around Camila's waist. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Then don't ever let go." It was the strangest feeling to Camila. She was so in love, in such desperate need of the raven haired beauty, that it felt like her heart was breaking. It was painful but she just wanted more. She wanted to be closer, to feel more, to be held more, to hear her lover's voice more, to linger in her scent just a little while longer, and it hurt. She was crying now.

Lauren felt the tears on her skin and lowered her hands to wrap the brunette's legs around her hips. "I'm taking you to bed. I'm not letting you go. I'm going to hold you all night."

"Wake up in your arms..."

"Wake up in my arms. I promise."

They hardly slept that night. They didn't make love and hardly even kissed. They just laid there, looking into each other's eyes, conveying more than anything they could have put into words. Camila held a light grip on Lauren's hand as the photographer lightly glided her finger over her cheek, brushing a loose strand of hair behind the diva's ear. The connection they had never ended and they woke in similar positions. Lauren's hand resting in the crook of Camila's neck, the brunette's fingers still holding her wrist. It was all too perfect to be real.

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Clara stood against the kitchen counter starring at the ringing telephone on the wall and then glanced at Lauren's bedroom. She could still hear the shower running. The phone rang again. She took a sip of her morning coffee and debated. This was Lauren's apartment, her personal phone call. She had no right to answer it. Then again, she was living there now too. But what if it was one of those 'harlots'? Was she ready for that? The phone rang again. She rolled her eyes and snatched it up. What the hell.