Camren One Shots

Snatch Treasures From my Lips

The OG Author: colazitron on ao3

Summary:

Staring at Camila's lips gives everyone ideas. Lauren not excluded.

Notes:

Hey guys I've been working on a future fanfic, and was thinking of converting it into a Gip Camila fanfic, but I could also just convert it as i typically do, so let me know if you guys would be interested in that. Also thank u all for the supportive comments aprecciate them a lot. have a great day mates :)))

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Lauren feels a little ridiculous as she's walking down the corridor to the hotel room she shares with Camila. Not just because of what she's about to do, but because she can't get the grin off her face or the giddy nerves out her system.

She has to consciously not run to the door.

Camila is incredibly indulgent and Lauren has so many things she wants to be indulged in. Their relationship makes absolutely no sense and is entirely strange except for how it makes perfect sense and is exactly the way it's supposed to be. So Lauren doesn't really think twice about bursting into the room and calling out to Camila before she's even closed the door behind her.

"What?" Camila calls back, which means that she's awake, not in the shower and most likely not having a wank. Good. Because Lauren really, really wants to do this now.

"Hi, um. Can you do something for me?" She asks, because she always gives Camila the opportunity to say no, even if Camila says yes every time. It's the principle of the thing more than anything else. Camila rolls her eyes and closes whatever app she's playing on her iPad before putting it down next to her. She's propped up against the headboard of one of the queen-sized beds, her knees drawn up slightly. She stretches her legs out as Lauren crawls onto the bed to hover over her lap. Camila pulls her down to sit by the hip without any hidden meaning. It's a simple "you might as well get comfortable".

"What is it?" She asks.

Lauren's eyes flicker down to Camila's mouth and then back up to her eyes.

"It's a little ridiculous."

"Lauren, it's always a little ridiculous."

Fair enough.

"I've been thinking-"

"Don't strain yourself."

"I've been thinking that your lips would probably look really, terrifyingly amazing if you wore some lip gloss."

Camila raises amused eyebrows.

"You make a habit of thinking about my mouth?"

"No, but it's really hard not to, when it's so... there." Lauren makes a vague gesture with one of her hands, grinning. Camila gives an amused snort.

"Well, excuse me for my lips."

"You're forgiven. So will you?"

"You've just gone out to buy some, haven't you?"

Lauren squirms a little but there's really no point in denying it, so she nods.

"Might as well, then," Camila relents, as she always does and Lauren briefly hopes that she's right in thinking that Camila would very clearly tell her 'no' if she ever felt uncomfortable with what Lauren was asking. She pushes a hand into the pocket of her pants and pulls out a mostly transparent tube of deep pink gloss. It wasn't that easy to find one that didn't glitter. Camila reaches out to take it from her, but Lauren pulls back a little.

"Can I?" she asks and Camila rolls her eyes but lets her hand drop back to her side. Lauren unscrews the tube and the wet popping noise it makes when she pulls the brush out is really loud in the room all of a sudden. Camila opens her mouth a little and Lauren can't check for her expression, because all her focus zeroes in on those ridiculous lips.

Raising her hands, she feels her heartbeat pick back up as she touches the brush to Camila's lips and leaves the first smear of pink on them. Camila's lips are already unusually dark pink, but the artificial colour is something else entirely and since they're not going to be using this gloss a lot, Lauren scoops out more before spreading it onto Camila's lower lip. It's fascinating to watch the skin disappear beneath the thick, gooey gloss and she wants to hide every last bit of Camila's lips. Camila's breath stutters a little when she reaches out with her thumb to wipe away a trace of lip gloss that got smeared to where it wasn't supposed to.

Dunking the brush back into the tube, Lauren starts on the upper lip, generously dousing that in colour as well. Camila's breathing through her nose now and Lauren can feel it on the tips of her fingers, her own breathing not really regular either. This is part of what makes their relationship so strange, especially to other people. They're vaguely attracted to each other and sometimes this vague attraction becomes a definite want, but they're just such good friends...

When she's done, Lauren screws the tube shut again, before dropping it onto the bed and blinking to refocus. Camila presses her lips together, to spread the gloss more evenly and get used to the feeling of it on her lips, Lauren guesses. Her eyes roam Camila's face - she's washed her hair earlier and her curls are especially curly and still a bit damp - and get stuck on Camila's lips like a flea on jam. She exhales a shuddery breath that makes Camila's open and almost anxious expression change into a slightly smug one.

"If they ever do this for a photo shoot, none of us four are ever going to have fans ever again," Lauren assesses and it's as close to "you look really hot" as they ever get. She reaches out a tentative finger, briefly checking non-verbally with Camila if she's overstepping boundaries, and presses it against Camila's lower lip that is far too plump to be real. Her finger comes away sticky, Camila's lower lip following it for the fraction of a centimeter and Lauren rubs the sticky substance off between her finger and her thumb. Then she reaches up again and smears a bit off the gloss off of Camila's lip, onto the skin surrounding it. Camila's breath catches at the action and Lauren can see that she goes to bite her lip, but aborts at the last moment.

"I really want to kiss you," she whispers and doesn't know why she's whispering. But Camila whispers back.

"Okay,"

Like Lauren knew she would. She leans forward slowly, and Camila leans back a little in reflex, before leaning forward to meet her. The gloss is sticky and Lauren never really liked how it feels or tastes or gets in the way but right now, she can still see the vibrant pink and what it looks like, smeared off its designated place and she swallows a moan and presses in harder. Camila's never been good at keeping her reactions to herself and when Lauren reaches a hand into her hair to direct her head to the side a bit, she keens a bit. It's as incredibly hot as Lauren remembers.

She pushes her lips all over Camila's, smearing the gloss over both their mouths and around them too, before she spreads Camila's lips open with her tongue and delves inside her mouth. Camila's hands are spanning Lauren's hips and she's not sure if she's hanging onto her or grounding her or both.

Lauren pulls back, ripping a thread of saliva with her tongue and stares are Camila's lips. They look utterly ruined and she knows she's going to kiss every last bit of gloss off them and, if Camila lets her, do it all over again.