Addicted

Chapter 5: My person

Camila wakes to Lauren curled into her side; face in the crook of her neck as she breathes softly.

The morning light bathes them in warmth, enough for Camila to smile at the woman in her arms and press her face into Lauren's hair. Breathing deeply as she lets this wave of calm wash over her. Lauren smells like lemongrass and spring. She feels soft and warm and she watches how Lauren in her sleep tightens her hold around Camila, and this feeling in her chest erupts so suddenly Camila can't help but hold tighter back.

Last night flashes past her vision, enough for Camila to bite her lip at the memories.

(There's something so fucking satisfying about hearing Lauren moan into her as she rides her face; fisting her pets hair as she grinds down onto Lauren's mouth. Throwing her head back. Moaning. Knowing how even though Lauren is tasting her and making her moan, Camila still has control. Guiding her pace, telling Lauren how she likes it.)

It was enough for Lauren to shiver at the praise dripping from Camila's mouth. How she was being such a good girl, moaning about how good she fucks her. "Yes babygirl, just like that"

Camila closes her eyes; wondering how she got so lucky.

She feels Lauren stir, groaning softly as she wakes up and cuddles closer to the warm body beneath her. Camila smells like sunshine, like summer breeze and vanilla. She feels the older woman chuckle beneath her as she sucks all the warmth from her body.

"Morning baby"

"Hmmpf. Too early" Lauren's voice is raspy from sleep, but she doesn't care. Camila just feels so good to cuddle up against.

"Laaauren. Wake up sleepyhead" Camila runs her fingers through the girl's hair, smiling when all it succeeds in doing is making Lauren sleepily mumble and cuddle impossibly closer. "Don't you have a work interview at 10?"

Lauren sighs, Camila shivers from how it tickles her neck. "So? It's only like, I dunno. 8:30?"

Camila bites her lip, holding in a laugh. "It's 9:30 baby"

"WHAT!?"

Lauren sits up, so fast she nearly knocks Camila out as the older woman laughs. She watches Lauren frantically jump out of bed, but forgets about the sheets wrapped around her legs as she goes to run to the bathroom, tripping on the tangled bed spread and falling to the ground with a scream.

"Oh my god, baby? You okay?" Camila peaks over the side of the bed, holding in laughs.

Lauren simply glares back, kicking the sheets from her feet and hastily standing up; grabbing her sleep shirt she discarded the night off the floor before and slipping it on. "No good morning kiss for you"

Camila widens her eyes, biting her lip. "Okay okay I'm sorry! It's just, you're so cute and clumsy. Like a baby giraffe"

Lauren rolls her eyes, turning around as she walks into the bathroom. "A giraffe? Really?"

And Lauren then kicks the door shut, stripping down for a shower. She hears Camila mumble from the bed through the bathroom door, a pout evident in her voice.

"So no good morning kiss then?"

"Bite me Cabello!"

"Is that an invitation or a demand?"

Lauren can't help but laugh, snorting as she shakes her head.

(When she makes it out of the shower, stepping into the kitchen with wet hair and one of Camila's blouses hanging from her body - Camila's made Lauren breakfast. Bacon and pancakes and a cup of coffee. She slides them over to a blushing and thankful Lauren with a wink)