Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 9

A/N: A little bit more build up and learning in this chapter.

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"So you're a movie buff?" Camila asked as she scoured Lauren's collection in general curiosity. "Particularly in horror films, thrillers, and general scare the shit out of you type flicks, judging by what I see here." That was a shocker. She was expecting Lauren to be the romantic comedy type or even to dabble in the intellectual independent variety. Then again, she did have quite a few of those too.

Lauren was in the kitchen pouring them a glace of wine with a sheepish grin on her face. "Yeah...I have one of those oddly deep explanations for that as well."

"I like your deep reasoning." Camila remarked as she studied the back of a BluRay case with a furrowed brow. "It means you actually think about things, not just do what is expected or normal." Her brow deepened and she hushed her voice. "Because this is definitely not a normal movie."

"I heard that by the way." Camila jumped at the closeness of the Lauren's voice and peeked over her shoulder. No more than three inches from her face was her glass of wine being offered to her by the smiling photographer. She accepted it with a blush. "Thank you and sorry. But what is your deep and thought-provoking reasoning for your desire to be scared out of your mind?"

Lauren sat down next to the diva and joined her in her exploration of all of her movies. She had so many she had forgotten about half of them. "You spend most of you life laughing, crying, happy, or sad. You know, content. That is what the fast majority of movies cover when it comes to emotions. I don't find those sufficient to quench my thirst for escapism. Now, fear. That isn't an emotion you feel very often, so when you do, it is exhilarating. I'm talking about something that makes you feel alive more than you normally would."

"So...you feel more alive while watching other people run for theirs? That's a little sadistic."

Lauren shook her head. "No, no, no. I'm not sick like that. I don't feel alive because of what is causing the fear, just the fear itself. Like rollercoasters or sky diving or being held at gun point." She joked. "Movies are just the safest way."

"I see. Well, then you may find my collection of classic musicals a little too tame for your taste." Lauren tweaked her eyebrows in silent agreement. "So, I now know that you like scary movies and actually being scared. What else?" The diva abandoned the movies and turned to face Lauren while sipping her wine. "Hmm? What are your guilty pleasures, your weaknesses. Dish the dirt."

"The dirt?" Lauren teased. "You're suppose to work for that. I can't just go spilling all of my secrets."

"I'm willing to work for them." Camila retorted leaning forward and taking her girlfriend's lips with hers. She braced herself on her hands and pressed further into the kiss, deepening it with desire. Lauren brought a hand up to the brunette's face and cupped it gently, massaging her thumb against the diva's cheek. She could so easily fall into this trap. Camila pulled back from the kiss to look into Lauren's eyes. "How much work does it require for an answer?"

Lauren bit her bottom lip playfully as she diverted her eyes in contemplation. "Depends on the specific question."

Camila moved back in to kiss her but hesitated just before their lips touched and moved to lightly kiss her neck instead. "Where is your favorite place to be kissed?" Lauren let out a breathy laugh. "Besides that place. Somewhere I can kiss you and not be breaking my promise to myself of keep this slow."

The diva placed another kiss a little higher on her neck. "You're getting warmer." This time Camila brushed her lips up the photographer's neck until she sensed the slight tremor rip through her body and placed another kiss. Lauren's breath caught and she grabbed the diva's arm in encouragement. "There."