Good Girl Gone Bad

Twenty.

It was almost 1pm by the time Camila and Shawn got back to their city. They headed for her house first, grabbing her note book before they headed to Shawn's for the afternoon. He suggested staying at hers on the pretence that there was less chance of somebody walking in on them but Camila shook her head defiantly – her room just reminded her of everything that was holding her back and it was the last place she wanted to be right now.

So they found themselves in Shawn's bedroom, sweet jazz music playing in the background as Camila wrote and he finished smoking a cigarette. He took a final drag and stubbed out the cigarette butt on the ashtray on the windowsill before lying back on the pillows, taking his time to just watch. She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever had the pleasure of touching, of talking to, of being with.

He couldn't help but sit up, simply wanting to be closer to her. "Pretty," He murmured, his hand trailing down Camila's back as his lips found the side of her face.

"I didn't realize you were looking at me," She teased him, trying to fight the sensations he created as his fingers danced over her skin.

"I like you," He stated simply, reaching into his bedside table for a clear bag. "Do you care?" He asked her, holding it up.

She shrugged, "What is it?"

"Weed," He said casually.

"No," She shook her head, "Can I have some?"

He chuckled, smiling at her, "Let's share one first," He told her, kissing her pouting lips before he expertly rolled a spliff and lit up. He took a couple of drags, exhaling the smoke before he handed it to her, "Remember what to do?" He asked tenderly, running a hand down her hair.

She nodded, breathing in through her stomach and holding the smoke in her mouth for a couple of seconds before breathing out, "Can't they smell it?" She asked him, looking around the room.

He shrugged, "The window's there for a reason."

She held the roll-up to her lips again, taking another hit before handing it back, "I like it," She said quietly.

He grinned, wrapping a free hand around his waist and pulling her closer to him in between his legs, "I like you," He murmured again, pushing his mouth onto hers again.

"You care about me..." She tilted her head, looking into his eyes playfully, "You like me..." She said, laughing as he rolled his eyes, "Do you want me to say it back?" She teased him.

He shook his head, taking another drag as he fought the smile that graced his lips, "I don't need you to say it back."

"Well," She placed her book on the floor, scooting closer to him, "I like you too anyway," She whispered, placing her hand on his leg.

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows, holding the blunt up to her lips.

She nodded, breathing it in, "Really," She said, taking another drag and handing it back to him.

"Feel good?" He murmured, watching her eyes start to glaze over - she was so tiny, it didn't take long for it to have an effect on her body. She nodded again, watching him finish it off and throw it into the ashtray.

"Good," She agreed. She wanted him. She wanted him now.

She moved on top of him, letting him pull her whatever way he wanted before their lips found each other's. "Mm," She moaned as his hands cupped her butt, hitching her dress up above her hips before one danced around to her front and teased her above her panties.

"You're so gorgeous," He muttered against her mouth as she hovered above him.

She didn't say anything, just let her lips trail down his jaw, her hands moving across his chest as she shifted back on her heels and sat up. She ran her tongue across her lips, moistening them as she reached for the button on his jeans, pulling it open and encouraging him to lift his hips so that she could pull them down.