The Princess and The Bandit

FORTY THREE

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Lauren was talking in her sleep. She was mumbling something about waffles being better than pancakes because it has abs like her Camz.

"But Camzi's are sooo . . . much better . . . It's so hard . . . And delicious,"

Camila can't help but smirk. In every five minute interval, that's what the princess had been mumbling about in her sleep. Pancakes, waffles and her abs. Her voice, raspy and soft, cute and sexy at the same time. Her gentle warm breath against her neck feels so wonderful.

But the bandit's mind keeps going back to the things Lauren told before they fell asleep. But more like to the things the princess wasn't telling her.

She seemed upset when she came in to her room. And when Camila tried to find out about it, they almost had a fight. The princess may not have elaborated precise details of what it is exactly that bothers her, but the thing is, they have become open and understanding of one another's feelings, so they simply talked it out somehow.

She circled around the story of her great grandmother's death, a betrayal within her family. She didn't give any specifics but it seems the whole thing truly upset the princess. Or how was any of it related to her interest in trying find out Alejandro's roots. And the bandit didn't want to pressure Lauren on something she isn't ready to tell.

Besides, they have been eventually distracted by doing another activity that resulted to multiple orgasms for both of them.

"Cuddle me waffles,"

Camila chuckles at the girl clinging onto her. She squeezes her tighter, breathes her in like she's her lifeline.

"So, I am a waffle now?"

The princess is awake, barely, but she is.

"Mmhmm,"

"No more panda fish?"

"Still panda fish . . . but like a waffle,"

It doesn't make sense at all. She laughs anyway.

She tilts Lauren's face towards her, beautiful green eyes still hiding behind closed lids but a smile plays on her lips. It's inviting, very tempting, but she opts to peck the tip of the sleepy girl's nose instead.

"You're too cute my love,"

"Panda fish waffles are cute . . . Now, shut up and kiss me properly,"

Camila chuckles then obliges the princess' demand for a kiss. She kisses her gently, sweetly, reveling in the taste of her mouth. This is something she can never get enough of. It has quickly become an addiction she could never recover from. It's dangerous but its the kind of danger she's willingly catapult herself into.

Lauren kisses her back, deeper and needy. It's as if the princess was already just as addicted to her and simply craves her kisses for breakfast. She got no complaints about that at all.

She herself actually wants all of Lauren for breakfast, lunch, dinner and every other meal in between.

Before anything else can progress from their passionate kissing and stark nakedness underneath the thick covers, an obnoxious knock on the door disturbs them. Lauren whimpers in protest as Camila swears. Inside her head she swears that if that's Ally on her door she'll shave her precious hair off for interrupting. Shave it right down the middle for a fancy runway-like bald spot.

But it wasn't the short one.

Camila puts on a large velvety robe and grumpily goes to the door. She pulls it and was unpleasantly surprised to see the stupid prawn, already standing tall with his shiny armor on.