Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 19

           

"Perfect timing as usual." Kevin chimed as the younger couple walked through the front door and removed their coats. "We are just about finished up here so why don't you two go get cleaned up and we can finally enjoy the food that hasn't been burned or ended up on the floor."

Lauren blushed and followed Camila down the hall and into the guest bathroom to wash their hands, closing the door behind them. "What are you doing?" Camila asked with a giggle as the brunette cupped her hips from behind and began kissing her neck.

"I would have thought." She paused, capturing the diva's lips as she turned her around to face her. "That was fairly obvious." Lauren bent down and lifted the tiny brunette to sit on the bathroom counter, her small hands fisting the brunette tresses.

"My dads..." Camila argued half-heartedly as she spread her knees for Lauren to stand between them. The brunette traced her hands over the diva's tight jeans to the outside of Camila's thighs as she moved forward and into place.

"Right now we are just kissing...do you want me to stop?" Lauren asked teasingly as she moved her kisses down the column of the diva's neck and then back up to Camila's chin where she stopped, removed her grinning mouth, and waited for the brunette to meet her interested gaze with her answer.

Camila slowly opened her eyes and met the beautiful green ones that seemed to see right into her and she couldn't form words. She wanted Lauren to keep going, to take her and to keep taking her all night until she was spent. She wanted to give the brunette every ounce that she had in attempts to illustrate that she was Lauren's, that no one else had every come remotely close to making her feel the way the brunette made her feel with the slightest touch, the whisper of her voice, a simple smile, the lightest of kisses. At the same time, she just wanted Lauren to hold her and nothing else. Just to bury her head in her lover's chest, wrapped in the security of her arms, until she felt that their bodies had fused together and were inseparable, unbreakable together in comparison to their fragile, separate selves.

Lauren saw the intense debate in the diva's eyes as her tiny hands fell from her hair and trailed over her jaw line. "Camila," Her voice was strong and full of purpose but she had no idea what she had wanted to say. Her mind raced for any fragment of the thought she had wanted to convey that evoked the name to fall from her lips, but there was none. There was nothing that she wanted to disclose that words could even describe but yet she needed to say it. "Camila." This time it was a whisper that cut through the lust fog surrounding her and she was able to see herself and her position again, her posture straightening slightly. The spoken name wasn't a call for the diva's attention. She already had her recognition with their eyes still locked together.

She knew what it was now and had no other way of describing it other than a mental connection, a personal recognition, not with the woman in front of her, but with herself. From the time Camila Cabello had walked into her studio Friday afternoon, she had been trying to meld their lives together. Not the life of the diva to the life of the photographer, but the detached realities of their turbulent childhood and their current selves. Camila was no longer a dream that had suddenly materialized in her life and Lauren was no longer this stranger in the foreign surroundings of her childhood memories.

The brunette felt as if she had just been woken from a dream and saw the world around her with so much more clarity. She was no longer separating her life into halves, divided by location and other's memories of who she is. No longer felt the need to separate her past from her present, no longer needing to try and forget or ignore. She wasn't trying to force to vastly opposite lives together anymore. With Camila, here in front of her, with the chocolate eyes that never demanded an explanation looking into hers with nothing but love, everything simply fit. There was no longer the question of, how did this all happen. How did they go from what they were to what they are? She had her answer but it was nothing that could be put into words other than 'Camila'. She connected the two halves of Lauren, made her whole again.