Camila Cabello Imagines and Oneshots

55. Princesa

"I just need more time." I overheard a man's voice plead through the door.

"You said that last time." Camila sighed, "And yet, here you are again. You owe me."

There was a thud, and then a groan of pain, and I winced before knocking on the slightly-open door.

"Shawn, take it from here." I heard Camila instruct the Canadian, followed by the sounds of her high heels clicking along the concrete floor. The door opened fully, revealing her cold face on the other side, and she sighed when she saw it was only me. She tossed a brick of marijuana onto the small table outside of the basement door before looking back up at me.

"You should really start closing the door. It's soundproof for a reason, keeping it open doesn't do anything to help." I teased, accepting the hug she offered me and ignoring the sounds of Shawn beating the other guy up.

"I missed you, Princesa." She grinned into my neck. Camila let go of our embrace to hold my hand as we headed back up the stairs to her house.

"I can tell." I laughed, and she stopped in her tracks and looked at me with narrowed eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She questioned jokingly, but I answered honestly.

"You get frustrated when I'm not around, and then you take it out on other people." I took her hand in mine and inspected her severely bruised knuckles before planting soft kisses on each of them. She flinched under my gentlest touch, but smiled kindly when I was done.

"They'll heal." She said before pulling me into another hug.

"I know, but I worry about you."

"I know... do you want to go eat somewhere?" She offered, and I thought for a moment before shaking my head.

"No, I just want to cuddle with you. You might have missed me, but I missed you too, don't forget."

I felt her smile against the top of my head. She rubbed my back a few times, took a deep breath, and hummed contently.

"Sounds good to me." With that, she led me to the sofa where I curled up into her side and she turned on the TV.

As much as I wanted to just relax, curiosity was nagging away at me.

"What did the man in the basement do?" I asked quietly, and felt her arm around my shoulders tighten slightly.

"You know I don't like talking about those things with you, Princesa." She scolded me, but I didn't reply so she sighed and vaguely added, "He failed to sell his quota, three times, and then didn't pay for his own stuff."

"And by stuff you mean..."

"Marijuana and Cocaine." She slowly span her snake-shaped ring around her finger, and I pushed myself farther into her side.

"He sounds like a dickwad." I commented quietly, making her laugh out loud.

"Language!" She told me off through her laughter, which led to me laughing too.

"What!? He does!" I jested before settling back down and kissing her on the neck.

"Yeah, he is. He came from our rival's territory though, so I guess his stupidity does have a reasonable excuse." She sighed, with a small laugh, and then announced, "But! Tonight isn't about him anymore, it's about you. About us."

"Hmm, is it?" I hummed, moving to straddle her waist as I planted a kiss on the corner of her jawline.

"Oh, most definitely." She growled. Her lips launched an attack on mine, and I couldn't help but moan.

God, I loved her so much.

Even if she was the leader of a very powerful, dangerous gang.

"You're so incredible." I breathed between heavy kisses, and she smirked into the next one.

"As are you, Baby Mamba." She chuckled, and I pecked her lips before I too fell succumb to laughter.

"Baby Mamba?" I questioned, my head dropping to her chest as I tried to stop my giggles.

"Yeah, 'cause we're the Mamba Gang and you're my baby." She explained with even more laughing, "It sounded cooler in my head."

"You're the dorkiest gang leader I've ever met." I proclaimed, and she narrowed her eyes at me once again. Then she winked and resumed our kissing, this time a little softer and with her hands on either side of my face.