Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 96

           

"Let me see your hand." Lauren asked quietly as she and Camila laid in bed the next morning. The brunette was on her back while Camila was on her side, pressed up against her wife. The diva obliged and lifted her hand, watching as Lauren examined it. She did this a lot, Camila had learned. She would become fixated on something and feel the need to study it, to know every detail about it. And Camila loved it. She loved watching Lauren's face as her eyes took in every detail as if they were discovering and unlocking secrets that only she could see. So, she braced her up on her elbow in order to see those green eyes working

"What do you see?"

"I see... your life... your energy."

"My life and energy?" The brunette asked quietly, loving that Lauren never ceased her observations as they spoke.

"Yeah. I love hands. There's something about them that is inspiring yet... sexy."

"Sexy?" Camila asked in disbelief. "You think hands are sexy?"

"Well, yeah. I mean, they sort of define us in ways. They are our life line. We touch with them, hold with them, work with them. Imagine a hug... without being able to use your hands."

Camila tried to think about what it would be like to wrap her arms around Lauren but to stop the connections at her wrists, never getting that final touch. It would be as if she was looking for that little bit more that she knew she was supposed to feel but never able to get. It was like her body would be screaming for more, pressing further into the brunette, looking for it.

"But look at it." Lauren ordered and Camila moved her eyes down as the brunette turned her hand in hers. "It's delicate, yet strong. Capable of so much strength but also those little comforting touches. Firm holds or gentle cradles. But you know what I love about hands the most?"

"What?" Camila asked, wrapped in her wife's words.

The diva watched as Lauren took her time to laced their fingers together one by one. "This. There's no other body part that allows you to get this close to another person. Nothing that can connect you, intertwine your body as close to theirs as your fingers. Not only are they your life line, but they are your life line to other people."

Camila took control back of her hand and brought Lauren's up to her mouth to kiss it, finally pulling the brunette's eyes to her.

"I wasn't done with that."

"You can have it back in a few minutes." The diva explained before she leaned down and gently kissed her lips. She deepened the caress and shifted from her elbow to her hand as she moved to hover over the brunette. With the third kiss, Lauren released the diva's hand that she was holding hostage so she could run both of hers over Camila's cheeks and down her neck as the brunette rested her weight on her knee to prevent her from smashing their unborn child. "I love you, but I have to disagree with one thing you said."

"What's that?" Lauren asked and closed her eyes as her wife gently brushed her lips over her jaw line.

"I think that an intimate connection between two people is just as easily made... by this." She stated, lightly kissing her jaw, lingering in the connection before moving on to the next one further along the soft skin. "Fingers," She began between kisses which she scattered to cover every inch of her wife's face and neck. "Get you that physical connection. But lips and kisses, they give you that sensual connection."

Lauren was starting to breathe a little bit harder as Camila moved to the column of her throat as she worked the brunette's shirt up. She had to pull back so Lauren could remove it and returned to her position, continuing her exploration of her wife's skin. Lauren pulled at her shirt, wanting it to be off but Camila grunted in refusal. This was Lauren's morning. Especially after the fear that swept through Camila from the previous night's ordeal, she needed to have Lauren. She needed to know she was there and safe.