Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 45

A/N: In this chapter: Home, whores, and video cameras. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?

Hope you enjoy.

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Find a place. Move in together. Wait three months. Then ask. No, buy the ring, then ask. That would be much more logical. Lauren sat at Camila's table and sipped her coffee, lost in thought. Camila was taking her shower, leaving her plenty of time to do so. What was it again? White gold band, princess cut diamond with pink diamond inlays. The raven haired woman propped her elbows on the table and ran the palm of her hands over her face. That was going to be an expensive ring. She was totally worth it though.

The hardest part wasn't going to be coming up with the money for the ring. It was going to be waiting the three months. Lauren figured that would be long enough to seem socially acceptable...not really, but it was longer than four weeks. Maybe her parents would completely freak then. Her problem now, was trying to determine if she should start counting the three months after they move in together or from the time they started dating. She liked the idea of counting from the time they started dating. It seemed much less daunting to know that they only had two months to go before she could ask. Oh, crap. What size ring does she wear?

"You look like you are lost in some very deep thoughts." Camila noted as she walked out of her bedroom.

"And that was a very short shower...for you."

The brunette shrugged, leaned down, and kissed her girlfriend. "You weren't in their to hold me up."

"I can be next time." Lauren offered as she pulled the smaller woman to sit down in her lap and peppered her neck and face with quick kisses, causing Camila to giggle like a little girl.

"You are in a playful mood and you didn't even get off last night."

"Watching you does wonders to me. I can't lie. It's so hot when you come." The brunette blushed furiously and tried to turn her face away. "Oh, someone's shy today." Lauren noted teasingly as she began tickling the brunette's sides. Camila flailed in a desperate but futile attempt to stop the photographer.

"Stop." Camila gasped. "Please, Baby. I can't breathe." Lauren slowed her hands and smiled adoringly at the woman she was going to make her wife. If she said yes that is. "What is that look? That's a new look. I haven't seen it before."

Lauren smirked and picked up her coffee, turning her eyes away from Camila and ignoring the question. "Susan called while you were in the shower. She said she may have found the perfect place for us."

"Really?" The brunette asked, more interested in whatever it was that her girlfriend was hiding.

The photographer nodded. "She was actually very excited about it. I told her we could meet her there at nine."

"I guess it's a good thing I got out of the shower when I did then, huh?"

"Indeed. So...I'm going to go get dressed and then we can go look at this place of perfection. Sound good?"

The brunette nodded, studying Lauren who still refused to meet her eyes. "And when can I expect you to tell me what that look was about?"

Lauren hesitated. "In two to three months...if I can control myself."

"If you can control yourself?" Camila echoed in interest as she stood and let Lauren escape to the bedroom, following close behind of course. "Can you give me any hints?"

"I could." She answered plainly, spiking the Camila's interest. "But I wont."

"That is not fair. You're suppose to give in to what I want."