The Soulmates Series Camren

1.21

Camila shrieked as Lauren wrapped her arms tightly around her waist, the contact causing her to drop her neatly folded clothes into her suitcase in a now not so neatly folded heap.

"Lauren!" She exclaimed, scowling at her recently hyperactive girlfriend. She couldn't put her finger on just why Lauren had been in such an intensely good mood lately but she had come to assume it was something to do with how much time they had spent in Camila's apartment lately, or more specifically, in Camila's bed. The pair of them were leaving for Texas in just over four hours, and while Camila had originally planned to pack straight after the Spring Breakers party last night Lauren had very different ideas, and if there was one thing that she knew about Lauren, it was that Lauren always gets what Lauren wants. "Baby. We need to pack." Camila groaned as Lauren bit down softly on the flesh of her shoulder, distracting her entirely from the task at hand.

"No we don't...." Lauren sang against her skin, her hot breath spanning across the sensitive area there. "I'll buy you a whole new wardrobe when we get to Texas..." Lauren slid her hands under the material of Camila's shirt, her fingertips drawing lazy patterns on the taut skin of her lower abdomen.

"Lauren! We have to leave in an hour, we don't have time," Camila tried, biting down on her bottom lip to suppress the pleasureful sigh that threatened to escape her lips when Lauren ghosted her hand over the mateial of her bra.

"I only need five minutes," Lauren smirked, dragging her lips over the surface of Camila's throat.

"W-what's that supposed to mean?" Camila stuttered, too overwhelmed by the distraction Lauren was posing on her to control her speech.

"No offence, but you're not exactly hard to please Camz," Lauren chuckled against her skin, driving the brown eyed girl a little crazy.

Camila turned to face Lauren, the back of her knees pressed tightly against of the bed. "If you don't let me pack, you'll never get to please me ever again." Camila whispered against Lauren's neck, her hands pressed tightly against Lauren's chest.

"You're all talk." Lauren challenged, pushing her hips further into Camila's.

"Are you sure about that Jauregui?" Camila asked, tilting her head to one side. The colour of her deep brown eyes was alight with challenge, she was entirely oblivious however to the stir she was causing inside of Lauren.

"Get packing princess, I don't wanna be late." Lauren smirked, turning her back on Camila to cross the room on the balls of her feet, taking springy steps toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Camila asked, her eyebrows knitting together into a fine line.

"I'm going home to pack my things," Lauren smirked, leaning in the doorway with her arms crossed across her chest.

"You're not going anywhere." Camila shot at her, stepping away from the suitcase. She grabbed at the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion.

"Is this your way of making me stay?" Lauren teased, walking across the room to pick Camila's shirt up off the floor. She pressed the soft white material to Camila's chest with an affectionate smile on her lips. "Put your clothes back on princess, you don't have to do this," Lauren whispered, motioning for Camila to extend her arms. Lauren slipped the t-shirt over her girlfriend's head, inching it down her taut abdomen slowly. "I was kidding, I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh." Camila breathed, biting down on her bottom lip. "It's just... I thought you were mad at me because I wouldn't... You know..."

"Let me have my way with you?" Lauren smirked, amused by the blush on her girlfriend's cheeks when she spoke the vulgar words. Camila nodded sheepishly, still chewing on her bottom lip. "I'd never get mad at you for that, not ever. Okay?" Lauren said, her mood immediately shifting to one of absolute seriousness. Camila nodded once more, releasing her bottom lip from between her teeth. "If I ever push you too far, I want you to tell me, alright?"