Lauren sighs contently as she trails her fingertips gently over Camila's hips. She never really was a morning person until she rolled over one day and saw how gorgeous the sleeping beauty beside her is in the morning light.
Sun rays pouring through the shutters land on Camila in stripes with soft edges, allowing the gossamer sheets to reveal segments of her body underneath.
"I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it," Lauren says under her breath with a slightly husky voice but blushes heavily when she hears a small chuckle from in front of her. She hadn't known that Camila is awake, nor does she know how long she has been.
"The 1975, Lauren? Really?" Camila asks and Lauren can basically hear the cheesy grin on her face, and then she turns over and she can see it, along with those tired brown eyes with slight bags under them from many a restless night. Ever since she was just preparing to drop her new album, she's been tired. Lauren's noticed; of course she has, she's her girlfriend and she notices every little thing about Camila (besides the small tattoo she got on her side boob which she somehow managed to hide from Lauren for a whole week).
Being on tour and trying to keep up their (secret) relationship is harder than Camila thought, and it's taking a toll on her. That's why Lauren decided to end the FaceTime calls and just come along with her Camz as she travels around sharing her wonderful, beautiful, talented voice with the world.
"Good morning." Lauren grins in lieu of a response, and Camila leans forwards to plant a soft kiss on the side of her nose.
"Morning, Lovergirl." The tanned girl's voice is barely above a whisper as Lauren shuffles to be closer to her, her body warm against Camila's as she nuzzles her nose into the small nook under her neck.
Then Camila remembers something, and her brow creases as she frowns, wrapping her arms around the older girl, one hand resting between her shoulder blades and the other curling around her head, cradling her almost.
"Since when are you not grouchy in the mornings?" She questions and feels a small giggle rumble from Lauren.
"Since I found out how purdy you look when the stress of the day hasn't hit you yet." She answers, donning the southern slang term as a way of lightening such a mood-ruining truth.
Camila sighs and pulls her impossibly closer, and Lauren kisses her neck softly.
"I'm sorry, Lolo. I know I don't get to spend much time wit-"
"Shh." The black-haired girl hushes and interrupts her, pulling back a little to cup the ethereal face between her palms, gently so as not to risk damaging the girl who looks as delicate as a butterfly's wing in this moment.
"I'm so proud of you, baby." She breathes, "Don't ever feel bad for being successful. Even if I'm a little sad that our job stops us from spending time with each other sometimes, and management makes us act like we don't even talk, none of it outweighs my love and my pride in you, you got that?"
Camila nods slightly, then again, a little more determined.
"I love you." Lauren reiterates, and Camila smirks mischievously.
"I love you too, Lern Jergi." She replies, making them both fall into a fit of laughing.
In their opinion, this is how every day should start.
