A/N: There's lots of sexytimes here actually. I mean...three different times, I believe. You should have met your quota by the end of this chapter. So, read at work/school/public setting at your own risk. ;) I think I got everywhere covered.
Thank you for reading. Thank you for your votes and comments. And I hope you enjoy.
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Normani was braced against the passenger's side door, staring at Adrianne as she drove, trying to keep herself from looking at Normani. Normani was winning this game. Adrianne was beginning to crumble under her intense stare, knowing that Normani's dark eyes were unapologeticly tracing over her features, undressing her already. She tried to regain control over herself but the heavy swallow only made the dark beauty smirk in her success and Adrianne saw it out of the corner of her eye. She was digging herself into a deeper hole.
Camila had not been joking when she said that Normani was an intense individual. Adrianne was used to seduction from Lauren's natural charm of knowing exactly what to say and do. While Lauren pursued until surrender, Normani allowed her to work herself up with minimal efforts. It was all about the mystery. Normani's approach was having much different effects on her. She always surrendered to Lauren, gave into the photographer's passion but every ounce of her being was screaming to fight back with Normani. Each attempt only raised the temperature between them.
Adrianne did her best to ignore Normani when they arrived at her apartment, throwing the door open and allowing Normani to make her own way in as she tried to busy herself. She walked past the stacks of boxes that still lined her walls from when she moved out of Lauren's place and into her small two bedroom. She made her way to the open counter that separated the kitchen from the living room and played her messages, keeping her back to her company in hopes to gain some control.
Normani was unphased by her attempts, knowing she already had her. She moved on to the next phase of her seduction.
Adrianne's eyes closed as she felt Normani move to stand behind her, a hand grazing each of hers resting on the edge of the counter top as they trapped her against it. Nuzzling into her hair, Normani pressed herself firmly against the apprentice and Adrianne was losing what little control she had left. Normani leaned in a little more, pressing the other brunette into the counter slightly and she gasped in submission at the closeness. Normani smiled against her neck before sucking on the sensitive skin, savoring her victory.
Adrianne dropped her head back onto Normani's shoulder and the dark beauty leaned back, pulling them away from the waist high barrier. She moved her hands to the woman's stomach, slowly guiding them up to her breasts, kneading them roughly. Adrianne moaned at the contact and began shifting her weight, pressing her thighs together to release some of the pressure building to a painful ache.
Normani dropped her right hand below the hem of her skirt and Adrianne's hips bucked as she gasped and moaned, leaning forward again as Normani began massaging her clit in determination to make her come quickly. Normani melded to the other brunette's body, applying more pressure and progressing to a frantic pace, grunting in her efforts as Adrianne came, resting her head to the counter top as she panted and whimpered in her ecstasy. She had already been so worked up from the hours of subtle seduction she had endure, but it still made her blush that she came that quickly.
Normani removed her hand and began removing her jacket as Adrianne stood back up and turned to look at her. The night was just beginning. Without much warning, Adrianne hooked her fingers behind Normani's head and moved into a crushing kiss, driving her backwards towards the bedroom. Both collapsed onto the bed as the mattress caught the dark beauty behind the legs and she fell with Adrianne on top of her.
Normani managed to sit up with the other woman straddling her lap, each ripping at the other's clothing. Needing that skin contact and needing it now. Once both were shirtless, Normani flipped them so Adrianne was on her back and dove into her neck, trailing rough kisses and bites down her neck to her chest. Adrianne pulled at Normani's hair as she attached her mouth to the erect nipple, pinching it between her teeth as the dark beauty bunched the apprentice's skirt up around her hips.
Suddenly, Normani was on her back with Adrianne's hands working frantically to remove her dress pants and underwear, discarding them on the floor before thrusting two fingers deep inside. Normani cried out in surprise but then grunted in approval and quickly matched each thrust with a roll of her hips, pulling Adrianne down into a sloppy, aggressive kiss.
"God. You must have been bored as hell with a prude like Lo." Normani remarked as she looped her arms around Adrianne's waist and lowered the zipper of her skirt so she could wiggle out of it, never faltering in her aggressively timed thrusts.
Adrianne only laughed. "Not hardly. She wore me out most nights."
Normani's eyes widened in shock before they slammed shut as Adrianne pressed a firm thumb to her clit and she came unexpectedly. "Jesus. Fuck!...shit...mmm."
Adrianne looked down on the shaking dark beauty and grinned mischievously. "You may have better seduction skills, but I'll fuck you like no one else ever has." Normani beamed up at her and reminded herself to thank Camila in the morning...if she was even going to be conscious by then.
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"So, how do you think those two are fairing?" Camila asked as Lauren teased her neck, laying naked in bed together.
Lauren laughed and lowered her kisses at a teasingly slow pace. "I honestly, don't want to know." Camila fisted the dark locks lightly as she reached her breasts and took her time with each before stopping to gasp as the diva lifted her thigh between her legs, connecting with her moist center. "Are you spoiling my fun?"
Camila shook her head and pulled her lover up into a slow, passionate kiss, rocking their hips into each other. "No. Just having some of my own." Lauren moaned as Camila met her with a little more force.
"Fuck. That's so good."
Camila mashed her lips together as they fell into a slightly increased speed, their moans growing in volume as they went. Lauren separated their bodies and lowered her hand, sliding her middle and ring finger through Camila's wetness to her entrance and then inside with little hesitation. Camila gasped as her walls clinched around the photographer's fingers as they moved in and out. Lauren felt amazing inside of her. She was gentle and precise, applying pressure only when she needed to. Each slow pulse brought on a fresh wave of wetness to her.
"God, what you do to me, Baby."
Lauren smiled and grunted as Camila continued to rock her thigh into her until she lowered her hand to begin massaging the bundle of nerves with better control. Lauren's abs were burning from holding herself up with one arm while they contracted every time Camila hit the right spot. She dropped her forehead to Camila's as she panted away the burn and focused on the pleasure Camz was giving her as she brought her closer to the edge with her massaging circles and kneading of her breast.
Lauren leaned down and captured Camila's lips in a deep, passionate kiss as she changed her rhythm. She made her strokes longer and firmer, circling the brunette's clit with her thumb as she guided her fingers deeper inside. Camila arched her back with each connection, nearing her edge, desperate for that final push, so Lauren picked up the pace. Her fingers were frantic in their movements and Camila dropped her hands form Lauren to grip sheets as the intense pull at her stomach took hold and her body exploded in tremors. Lauren gasped at the sensation of Camila's walls clamping down on her fingers as tightly as they were and pressed her thighs together, sending herself over the edge with her beautiful girlfriend.
They both shook on the bed for what seemed hours before Lauren managed to control her muscles enough to lay down next to the brunette and nuzzle into her neck. "I love you, Baby." She mumbled as her exhaustion took both her and Camila. "One day, I'm going to make you mine."
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"Lo?" Normani called out as she entered the photographer's studio, highly impressed with the set up going inside. There was a small army of people working to raise back drops, set up lighting, dress models, do their hair and make up. None of them paid her any attention accept for a short brunette with thick rimmed glasses that pointed to the office door on her right. "Hey. I...you wear glasses?"
Lauren was sitting behind her desk writing and looked up to her friend behind a pair of very sophisticated looking glasses. "Only when I read...sometimes."
Normani rolled her eyes at the expected stubbornness and finished walking into the office and shut the door behind her. She sat in the chair in front of the raven haired woman and beamed with the biggest smile Lauren had ever seen on her face. "You..." She began with a musical tone in her voice. "Are the world's biggest idiot."
Lauren laughed to herself and took her glasses off. "So I take it you had some fun last night."
Normani shook her head and crossed her legs, straightening out her clothes as she did so. "No. That doesn't even begin to describe the time I had last night...and this morning. I mean, my God...Lo?"
Lauren reclined back in her chair and smiled. "I better have a functioning apprentice this morning. I have to get this shoot done on time so I can go to Camila's show."
"She'll be here." Normani assured her, refusing to look at her eyes.
Lauren narrowed her gaze and leaned into her desk. "But will she be functioning?" Normani pouted her bottom lip and shrugged her shoulders.
"She may move a little slower than normal."
"As long as it doesn't interfere with her work, I don't care." Lauren stated putting her glasses back on and returning to her paper work.
"Why are you so cool with me fucking your ex girlfriend senseless? Do you not have any remaining feelings for her?"
"We were in a relationship for three years, Mani." Lauren stated, not looking up from her work. "Of course I do. But it's nothing compared to what I feel for Camila. She's the one for me. Always has been, always will be."
"God, you sound like a cheesy Hallmark card. That shit actually works on Cabello?"
Lauren smirked as her eyes read the papers in front of her. "Worked on Adrianne too."
Normani shifted her gaze around the office, looking at the awards Lauren had received and scoffed at the raven haired. "It wouldn't have never worked on me."
"I would have never tried it on you." The photographer retorted absently, drawing Normani's eyes back to her.
"Why not?"
Lauren lifted her head and met her friend's eyes through her glasses. "Because, Mani, as much as I love you, you're not my type."
The Normani's jaw dropped open in disbelief. "I'm everybody's type." Lauren just smiled and dropped her attention back to her papers, leaving Normani to pout for a few silent seconds before it got the best of her. "Why am I not your type?"
"Firstly, I like relationships."
"Not judging by the seventeen harlots I have been told about." Normani cut her off with a devilish smirk. The comment made Lauren pause in her writing and clinch her jaw before she continued. She was never going to hear the end of that.
"Secondly, you aren't romantic. I like romance."
"Again...except for the seventeen flings."
"So you say. I think most of them have a very different impression of what I like."
Normani arched an eyebrow and worried her lip in hesitation. "Can I meet some of them?"
Lauren smiled widely. "Want some more of my leftovers, Mani? I thought Adrianne would keep you busy while you were here."
The dark beauty sighed and slid down in her chair, playing with her fingers. "That woman..." She paused, shaking her head. "That woman might just be the death of me. I mean...all night. And then in the shower and after the shower. She's insatiable." Lauren just laughed, knowing exactly what Normani was talking about. "How do you wear her out? She said you've done it. How did you manage it?"
"Are you that into her or are you just wanting to win at something?" Normani only shrugged and Lauren let the question slide. "Work her up but don't give her a release. Let her calm down and do it again. As many times if you can. She'll get more combative with each time though. But once you do give her her release, she'll be out for hours afterward. Works every time." And with everyone. Lauren paused and looked up to her beaming friend who looked as if she had just been handed the answer to the meaning of life. "Just...make sure she doesn't have to be into work early the next day."
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Camila's dressing room door opened and Ally popped her head in as she passed to get ready herself. "Warning. He's coming. And he's smiling." Camila smiled as the woman disappeared as quickly as she came and then turned to Lauren who was sitting comfortable on the loveseat. "Ready?"
The raven haired smiled and nodded. "Though, I don't know exactly what I am suppose to be doing..."
The brunette shrugged and turned back to her mirror. "Just be you. Whatever he throws at you, react like you normally would."
As soon as she finished there was a knock on the door and once again, before Camila could ask who was there, despite the fact she wasn't even going to, the door flew open and Chris walked in ceremoniously with a beaming grin on his face. "Good evening, Camila. I must say, the recent articles in the paper have massed quite a crowd out side."
Camila ignored him as he not so slyly placed the article about the two of them down in front of her, still oblivious to Lauren's presence behind him. The raven haired sat back in silence and watched, reading the man and smiling to herself at how accurate of a description Camila's parents gave. She did, however, narrow her eyes slightly as he studied the brunette in the mirror, lust in his eyes. He wanted her. Not just for publicity, but at least for sex. She cleared her throat.
"Oh, well...I didn't realize you had company." His smile dropped as he turned to see Lauren who only smiled broadly. "I'm Christopher Seaton, Camila's co-star and romantic interest." He introduced himself, offering Lauren his hand which she accepted, standing to meet his height. He was short and she had to hold back her laugh.
"I'm Lauren Jauregui. Camila's girlfriend and romantic interest outside of your world of make believe." Camila closed her eyes tightly to keep from laughing but wished she could have seen Chris' face.
The friendliness dropped from his expression and his eyes hardened. "Yes. I remember reading about you in the paper. Your father had quite a bit to say about you. None of which was all that flattering. It's a shame you are tarnishing Camila's reputation like that."
Lauren wanted nothing more than to bitch slap his ass but in the back of her mind she knew that it would only lead to another story in the paper. "Maybe I'm just spicing it up, pulling her away from the ordinary, mundane, and average let downs she has been linked to in the past. I think it would actually broaden her appeal."
"Average?" He mocked her with a confident grin, bring his posture to its full height in his manly, testosterone filled dominance. "Honey, I assure you, there is nothing average about me."
She bounced her head to the sides in playful deliberation, looking down at his pants in regards to his sexual innuendo. "I guess you're right. I was just trying to give you the benefit of the doubt."
Camila lost it and laughed out loud, covering her mouth as she turned to the bickering pair. Lauren was grinning broadly, failing to stop her shoulders from bouncing with her laughter, while Chris' gaze shifted between the two, a scowl firmly in place on his face. He looked back to the photographer and lifted his nose in the air before exiting without any goodbyes. Lauren pushed the door shut behind him and Camila moved to her.
"That was amazing." She praised her girlfriend with a kiss on her lips. "I think he understands not to mess with you anymore."
"I hope so. Although, that was kind of fun. I don't mind letting the bitch out every now and then. I don't have to get angry to show my more forceful side to get my point across that he needs to back off."
Camila beamed and nodded but Lauren was eating her words halfway through the play. She sat in the front row fuming. Chris was pushing it. Lauren knew what the play was about and what both Camila and Chris' parts were. She also knew that tonight's play was unlike any in the past. During one scene where the two characters were meant to kiss, Lauren noticed a slight hesitation in Camila in the middle of the embraces. Turns out that deep passionate kiss wasn't suppose to be all that deep, but Camila couldn't pull away and break out of character. She had no choice but to respond to it as Chris took advantage and shoved his tongue down her throat, repeating the process with every other elongated and exaggerated kiss they shared during the show, of which Lauren lost count of. While the audience stood and applauded at the end of the play, Lauren quickly rushed back stage.
"If you ever stick your tongue in my mouth again, I swear I will bite it off!" She heard Camila scream as she approached the brunette's dressing room.
"Oh, come on, Camila. The crowd loved it. They enjoyed the raw passion."
"Passion my ass. That was an invasion of my personal space. I don't appreciate-"
"You loved it."
Camila scoffed as Lauren walked in and shut the door behind her. She was going to hit him. Every ounce of her being was screaming to hit him and Camila saw it. The brunette quickly moved to her girlfriend and put herself between them, trying to pull Lauren's piercing gaze away from the man and to her, but it wasn't working. "What the hell is your problem, asshole?"
The dramatic man threw his hands up to feign innocence. "I was just doing my job, Honey."
"Like hell you were. You're lucky I don't just beat that stupid ass grin off of your face right now." Camila was barely able to hold on to Lauren as she pushed her way forward inch by inch. She really was going to hit him. Camila could feel her muscles shaking in her rage.
"That would make an amazing headline in tomorrow's paper. I can see it now. Camila Cabello's girlfriend, alcoholic, drug abusing, party animal, Lauren Jauregui, causes backstage stir with outburst of violence. No wonder she wasn't able to take care of her own child." Lauren lunged forward but ran into Camila's back as the brunette turned quickly and slapped him hard across the face.
The smacking sound pulled Lauren out of her rage and she looked to Camila in front of her then to Chris as he held the side of his face in shock. The small room fell painfully silent as everything sunk in. Lauren wrapped her arms around the trembling brunette's waist from behind in case she went after him again. Camila lifted a finger towards his face. "Get out of my dressing room and don't you dare try and speak another word or so help me God you will regret it."
Lauren held tighter to Camila as he approached to exit through the door they were standing just a few feet in front of. Her tightening of her grip wasn't to stop Camila, but to keep her from hitting him as well. She hadn't been this angry in years. When she released her grip as the door clicked shut, Camila turned around in her arms and pulled Lauren into a deep kiss. She needed to get the taste of him out of her mouth and she needed her girlfriend to be the one to do it. He had crossed a line and under any other circumstances, Camila would have just cheated on Lauren. She returned his kisses but had no choice in the matter. This was her job. Lauren pushed the brunette backwards until she pressed up against her vanity and the raven haired lifted her to sit on top of it, deepening the kiss even more.
Camila moaned into Lauren's mouth as the photographer's hands ran up her legs, bunching her costume around her hips. She needed this. They both needed this. Camila felt dirty after what he had done on stage. "Make me yours again." Camila whispered and Lauren pushed her panties aside, thrusting a finger inside of her. Camila threw her head back and smiled as Lauren devoured her neck while pulsing in and out with force. It wasn't going to take long. It was a mix between the need and the passion that built Camila up quickly, but she loved every second of it, every feel of her lover inside of her. Every hot breath on the side of her face. Every wet kiss and sharp nip on her neck. Every moan and grunt that escaped their throats until Camila bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming as she came, jerking violently as her girlfriend held her close.
Lauren remained inside of her until the last contraction of her muscular walls and then pulled out, resting her head in the crook of the brunette's neck as they both panted to regain their breath. "I love you."
"I love you too." Camila confessed as she brushed her fingers through the dark locks, her eyes still closed as she relished their closeness. They stayed there for several minutes, sharing light kisses before Lauren backed away. Nothing more was said between the two of them as Camila got dressed in her street clothes but they shared loving glances and more tender kisses until she was ready to go, leaving for Lauren to experience yet another part of Camila's world. The stage door exit.
The couple walked out of the building hand in hand and accrued instant 'awes' from the hundred or so fans that lined the guard rails, waiting to see the cast as they exited. Camila looked up to Lauren and the raven haired released her hand so she could go and do the best part of her job. As Lauren stood back and watched her girlfriend sign autographs and talk with her fans, she was bombarded with various, pulsing emotions. From pride, to adoration, to respect, to jealousy. Not jealousy of Camila, but of the wandering eyes of some of her male and even female fans.
She swallowed and diverted her eyes, trying to let the feeling fade quickly. It was to be expected. Camila was beautiful, sexy, talented, successful. What wasn't attractive about her? But knowing that it was going to happen didn't make it any easier to watch, especially not after what Chris just pulled.
"Can we get a picture of you two together?" One ecstatic fan asked, pointing back to an oblivious Lauren.
"Baby." Camila smiled and called for Lauren to come closer. She could tell Lauren was a little overwhelmed. She had handled the fans at the airport well but that was just six or seven. This was a line of a hundred, all yelling, desperate for the star's attention. As Lauren approached cautiously, Camila took her hand and pulled her close. "They want a picture of us together."
"What?" Lauren's brow dropped in confusion. Why her? And then she remembered Kim. She was interested in absolutely everything about Camila, so that now included her.
Camila stood up on her tiptoes and pecked her girlfriends cheek. "You're cute. Now smile."
Lauren stayed near by after that, periodically posing for more pictures as they made their way down the line. Camila sometimes had to reach back and pull her along by the hand when she was either lost in the sheer chaos or in actual conversation with a fan.
"Have you two really known each other since high school? Were you good friends?"
Both women laughed amongst themselves before Lauren stepped up to answer. "We became okay friends towards the end of high school, but we started out as enemies."
"Enemies?" Several fans asked in unison.
Camila nodded as she signed another wave of autographs and let Lauren tell their story to the people whose opinions truly mattered. "Camila was the overly talented and overly confident star of the school who was...How should I word that, Baby?" Lauren asked teasingly. How do you describe your girlfriend as the school's biggest dork lovingly?
"I was socially awkward and Lauren was the most popular girl in school. Naturally, we were pinned against each other."
"Socially awkward." Lauren echoed with a smile. "I like that."
"Is that article with your dad true?"
Camila's smile faltered and she ignored the question. Lauren thought about it and decided to answer for the dozen or some fans who were waiting eagerly for the response. Maybe they could clear up the rumors for her. That way they wouldn't have to do an invasive interview to control any damage. "Some of it. But I wasn't a party animal. I was actually raised in a very strict and very religious household. So anything slightly outside of my father's very narrow views of what was right, meant that you had been swayed to the devil's side." They laughed lightly in understanding.
"So you weren't an alcoholic by the time you were eighteen?" One girl asked with sarcasm in her voice.
Lauren shook her head and laughed. "By the time I was eighteen, I had only had alcohol three times."
"Lauren was actually a good girl." Camila commented, posing for another picture.
"Who fell in love with a beautiful, dorky, good girl." Lauren commented back.
"After having a baby with a bad boy." Camila teased and Lauren sighed.
The whole crowed burst into laughter and Camila knew they had accepted Lauren as a legitimate part of her life. This was going to work. It didn't matter what the papers said. It was her fans acceptance that mattered in the long run.
"Was it just me, or was Chris a little over eager tonight?" One teenage boy asked as Camila sighed his playbill.
"It wasn't just you." The brunette remarked through her teeth and Lauren just clinched her jaw as she stood behind her girlfriend, afraid of saying too much if she commented.
"He's a prick anyway." The fan next to him offered and Lauren couldn't stop herself from smiling. She liked Camila's fans.
She was amazed that Camila actually stayed and made her way down the entire line, signing everyone's autographs and answering all of their questions. It took the better part of an hour to get through but it was worth it to see this side of Camila's world.
"Are you ready to go home?" Camila asked, hooking her arm behind Lauren's waist as she brought hers up to the brunette's shoulder.
"Which one?"
"Hmm...mine."
"Okay. That question will get much easier to answer when we have our own place together. When do you want to get up with a realtor?"
"Can you do that tomorrow? I have two shows and some interviews just before." Lauren nodded her head and kissed the brunette's forehead. She would do anything that woman asked her to.