Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 9

Camila smiled and kissed it again before moving up to suckle her earlobe. She walked on her hands, further into Lauren's space, until the raven haired woman began to give in and lay down on the floor. Once in the dominate position, Camila allowed her hands to wander, searching for the soft skin she so desperately wanted to touch. Her hand found the connection as the tips of her fingers moved from Lauren's hip to just under the hem of her shirt.

"S-slow?"

The diva halted her lips and pulled back, hovering over the photograper who was already panting with her eyes shut, trying to regain some of her control. "Can we not kiss?" Camila asked as she leaned down and lightly pressed her lips to Lauren's chin, then to the underside of her bottom lip. "You are the first woman I have ever kissed and your lips are so much nicer than any man's." She placed a chaste kiss to the plump lips. "So much softer and more tempting."

Lauren let Camila kiss her once more, deepening it, but denied her access when she asked with a light graze of her tongue. "Tempting is the problem. We have a lot to cover still. What's my worst habit? What's my pet peeve? What still manages to piss me off in a split second no matter how calm I may seem to be?"

Camila knew she was right. "You're spoiling my fun."

"No. I'm just trying to make it last longer than the first fight we happen to get into."

The diva relented lifting herself off of Lauren. "It's just not fair. You seem to know me so well and I have no clue about this person you have become. What I've learned, I love, but there is so much more. It's frustrating to know you in the sense of the old you, but not be able to act upon that established comfort."

Lauren hesitated, still laying on the floor with her eyes closed. "Trust me, I know. I've wanted this much more and for much longer than you have."

"Then spill your secrets."

Lauren laughed nervously as she shook her head. "If it was only that easy to open up and bare your soul."

Camila was hit with the sudden realization that why Lauren may appear a very different person in most regards, she still had a bit of her old self there. The part that was guarded, scared, damaged in many ways. Camila was asking to instantly be let in to a place where very few would be granted access after years of relationship and trust building. Sex wasn't the only aspect of their new relationship that they were going to have to take slowly. The diva sensed Lauren's vulnerability and laid down next to her on the living room floor, took her hand, and intertwined their fingers.

"Let's start with a question at a time. What is your worst habit?"

Lauren rested the back of her free hand against her forehead as she fought back the slight wave of anxiety that rushed of her when she realized that to let Camila in, she would eventually, yet again, relive all the pain of her stories. Camila knew some of what had happened in high school, but not in any significant detail. "Worst habit is this right here. Shutting people out. Being too guarded about certain things. Other than that, I'm pretty laid back."

"Pet peeve?"

She paused, still with her eyes closed, and let out a defeated sigh. "Being pushed. Even when I need to be. I'll snap at you quickly, then realize you are only helping, and come begging for forgiveness later." She explained. "Just to give you a bit of a warning."

"Appreciate that. I'll try and remember that when you are suddenly and irrationally jumping from your calm waters to raging typhoon."

Lauren turned her head to look at Camila with a dropped brow. "I said I would snap, not rip your head off."

The brunette shrugged her shoulders. "Semantics. I'm just preparing for the worst case scenario. But let's move on to something a bit more pressing." Lauren gritted her teeth in apprehension. "How do you think you are going to handle everything when it comes out? You are well known in the photography world, but you haven't had to deal with people following you and trying to take your picture. They may become very interested to the point of obsession with-"