Shawmila Smut

17. Birthday

"Alright there, princess?" Shawn laughed the grin on his face enough to warm Camila's heart. She nodded and chuckled slightly.

"Apart from almost having a heart attack because I thought we were going to crash and burn, yeah." Shawn joined in with her laughter, and wrapped his arm around her neck before he pressed his lips to hers gently.

"Want something to drink?" Shawn motioned to one of the waiters that were tending to everyone's orders and asked him to bring over some cocktails before he turned back to Camila and grinned again. Before he could say anything else, people were making their way over to wish him a happy birthday and Camila concluded that she wouldn't be seeing him alone for the rest of the night. Luckily she got on with almost everyone that was going to he at this party so there wasn't going to be a shortage of people to talk to, and Mike had already mentioned to her as they were discussing who else was coming that he would probably be spending the night with her anyway.

Camila grinned at the waiter that brought over a huge jug of whatever cocktail Shawn had ordered and two glasses, licking her lips as he poured the orangey-pink liquid for her. She sipped it gently and her lips once again, admiring her boyfriend's choice in drinks as she watched him saunter from person to person, hugs and smiles all around. Mike sat down on the couch next to her with a beer in his hand and grinned widely as he ran his eyes over the party, "I'd say we did a pretty good job, wouldn't you?" he spoke and Camila nodded, sipping on the sunset colored drink, wondering how she couldn't even taste the alcohol and if that was a good or bad thing.

"He looks pretty happy, and that's all I care about." Camila nodded, smiling at Mike and he rolled his eyes, making gagging noises so loud that people turned around to look.

"You two are disgusting." He laughed, shaking his head and Camila couldn't help but join him in his jovial attitude. They both had been so stressed out over the last few days because of this party that they both deserved to enjoy it.

It was a few hours later when Shawn returned, and Mike & Camila had made their way through one and a half of the pitchers that Shawn had ordered. Camila was slightly tipsy already, but not drunk enough to not know what she was doing and as Shawn walked over to the couch and wrapped his arm around her, she could tell that the amount of free drinks people had given him had been enough to cause serious intoxication. He drank the last of the champagne from the flute he was holding before he placed it on the table and moved closer to Camila, kissing her cheek before he spoke, "Are you having a good time, Mila?" His words were slurred and Camila couldn't help but chuckle before she responded, "Yes i am, how about you birthday boy?" He licked his lips and nodded, smiling over at Mike who was laughing at both of them.

"Im fantastic, except...." He rested his hand on Camila's knee and she smiled at him. His eyes roaming her face for something before he continued, "I haven't had the chance to dance with my beautiful girlfriend and that blows!" He chuckled and Camila nodded, sipping the last of her drink and resting her hand on his that remained on the exposed skin. "Well lets change that, huh?" She grinned and he stood up, holding his arm out for her before the two made their way to the dance floor within the VIP section. He led Camila down a few steps that allowed them to be almost at the same level as the main dance floor and immediately pulled her in by the waist, moving one hand to caress her face as he kissed her, their tongues dancing together. As the beat picked up, Camila broke the kiss and turned around, Shawn's arms roaming her stomach as her ass pressed against his crotch. He pushed her dark brown hair to one side and started placing soft kisses on her neck, each delicate touch of sensitive skin making her want him more and more even though she knew she couldn't have him, at least not now. Camila bit down on her lip as Shawn gripped her waist, helping her to move in circles as his hips moved in sync. Camila grinded into him hard as the bass dropped on the track, and he let out a growl into her ear, his hands turning her around to face him and walking her backwards against the wall next to the stairs that led to where they had come from.