little games [camila/you]

XII - r u m o r s

"Thank you, Dublin! You were beyond amazing, I love you!" her hand found her lips to blow them one last kiss. The night was loud and crowded, that's why even though it is a cliche to say that, I believe Camila meant it.

Another thing that was beyond amazing is the smile her fans' cheering gave her. As her eyes were sparkling with excitement, she turned to look at me, giving me an assuring smile. I winked at her, causing her to look down with a shy smile, this time. At that moment, I partly hoped that wasn't noticed, and partly wanted it to be seen by all of them. I no longer wanted them to think Camila is with Shawn or anyone else. 

Then something unexpected happened: they started cheering for the song Shameless. We composed the song together with Camila, and this was the first-ever performance where she sang it live. And yet, they all knew it, and sang together with her. Now, despite the concert ending, they wanted to listen to it again. I could not help but feel proud, both of her and myself. It was at that moment that I realized what a hit we had made. The Cuban looked at me with so much joy, her lips excitedly biting her lower lip.

I was waiting for her to give a sign, which she did. As I turned to the drummer and started playing the tabs, the loudest screams filled the arena. Camila approached me as she sang the first lines. I could feel her lean on my back and dance slowly.

While her left hand was holding the mic, her right hand found the collar of my shirt as she pulled me closer to herself, "In my dreams I do anything I want to you, my emotions are naked, they're taking me out of my mind." During the last line, she turned and rubbed her hips against my leg, giving me fucking chills.

Then she went to the front of the stage, as if nothing had happened. Even though her back was facing me, I could swear that I could see the smirk she had. 

Karla was surely gonna pay for that.

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There was a knock on the door. I turned with my chair to face the door, "Come in." Having visitors in our dressing room was an unusual thing.

I saw no other than the Cuban, who entered with a smirk on her face. Of course.

"Mind if I come?"

Oh, you definitely will.

"Camila," Chris said with a smirk, "What an honor to see you here."

"Yeah," I mimicked Chris and then rolled my eyes playfully, "Get out."

"What?" he pretended to be offended. "You? Showing me out of the room just to have alone time with Camila?"

"Yes." After hearing me, Camila pressed her lips together trying to keep her laughter.

"Oh okay," he shrugged as if he couldn't care less and left with a smirk.

"So?" Camila asked me with a playful smirk.

"So," I hit my knee softly, signing her to sit on it. She gave me a questioning look with her eyebrow slightly raised. "Come sit."

"On your lap?" she said, already coming closer.

"Would you rather my face?"

She laughed, "Considerable."

She sat on my leg, placing one arm around my shoulder. I grabbed her waist and pressed my fingers against it. As her smirk widened, I could see her biting the edge of her lip. "Why so harsh?" she said ironically.

"Why so impish?" I responded the same way.

She took her phone from her pocket, opened it and handed it to me to show something.