The Hills (Camren)

The Hills

Your man on the road he doing promo, you said "keep our business on the low low".

Lauren rolled off of Camila with a shaky half smile, sweat plastering her hair to her forehead and face. She always loved it like this, putting it down fast and hard in hotel rooms. Better than she liked it fast and hard in some back closet at some press event. Or fast and hard in their bunks late at night. She got to take her time. She got to hear unrelenting and unfiltered moans and screams. She got to do things that require more finesse than the average quickie. But best of all, she got to see her work when it was finished. She gazed at Camila's naked body, a sheen of sweat making her glow. She loved the way the smaller girl would struggle to catch her breath and still her shaking thighs. She loved the way that her tongue would dart out to dab at her lips.

The blare of a notification rang through the otherwise silent room, save Camila's light gasps. Lauren rolled her eyes, and turned her head away. She already knew.

Camila ignored it, still in too much of a post coital haze. Lauren was good. She'd rarely be fully functional for at least fifteen minutes after a fuck. But the irritation from the ringing rapidly brought her out of her state. Her heart dropped. She knew just who it was.

"We should-" she began.

"What, stop? Babe, we're too far past that." Lauren chuckled. They've had this conversation many times before. "I'd say, you're mine more than you're his." She shrugged with a cocky grin. Though 'babe' made her blush, Camila started to rise at that, indignant.

"No, I'm not. That's my boyfriend. I'm not anything of yours." Camila snapped. "You've made that clear." She added, quietly. As tired as she was, her irritation with Lauren's quip was enough to motivate her to leave her own hotel room. Sure, what she did with Lauren while her boyfriend was on the road- though they were technically on the road together- was less than faithful, but she figured that he did the same. She'd seen what was in his phone. She'd seen the tabloids. They'd be even. Camila's feet had barely touched the floor when Lauren sat up and grabbed her by the wrist, moving in to kiss the other girl's neck. She savored the sweet scent of her hair and the slight salt of her skin. Camila's body melted as she bit her lip and smiled, her body betraying her as she tilted her head to allow Lauren more access.

"See, I told you," Lauren murmured between kisses. "You're mine more than you're his. I bet he couldn't make you feel the way I do, and you know how much I hate to share..." Camila whimpered as Lauren pulled away. "You make it so easy for me." Lauren husked.

The phone rings again, this time a call. Camila bites her lip gain, though this time in nervousness rather than arousal.

"You know we barely get free time Lo. This is probably the only time he has to talk to me outside of show days..." Camila trailed off. Lauren sighed and offered a nod, glancing at a slew of notifications on her own phone. Camila gave her a small smile, then reached over to call her boyfriend back. Lauren glanced at Camila, who was waiting for the call to be picked up, then back at her phone. She raised an eyebrow at the screen, slightly smirking at the image before her.

"Hey babe!" She beamed, giggling into the phone. Lauren could hear the caller's voice, and had to fight to keep the amusement off of her face. After sending back a response to the picture message she had received, she sat and listened to the droll conversation for a few minutes when a slow smile spread across her face. She tossed aside her phone, and began to "innocently" run her right hand up and down Camila's thigh, leaning her head on her left hand. Camila glanced at her, then returned her attentions to her conversation. Lauren slowly came closer, moving towards Camila's neck. The smaller girl shot Lauren a hard look, grabbing her wrist. She raised an eyebrow, and mouthed a firm 'no'.