Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 4

A/N: I am going to try and keep the updates regular for you. I promise not to leave you hanging.

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Safely hidden behind her camera, Lauren's eyes traced up the seemingly endless tan legs before they disappeared into the combination of the shortest black spandex shorts she had ever seen and the hem of a loose fitting white dress shirt. God, she has great legs...and ass.

"How should I pose? All of my instincts are telling me to cover myself so..."

Lauren lowered her camera and laughed lightly. Only Camila Cabello could look like that and still be insecure about it in an empty room. "Take a seat on the stool." She ordered as she set the camera down and approached. "Angle yourself just a little." Lauren grabbed Camila's legs behind the knees and twisted her on the stool, fighting herself to actually let go of the soft skin when she was done and only succeeded to after a light graze of her thumb to the side of her leg. "Alright, since we still need to work on getting you comfortable, cross your legs and your arms over yourself, but lean forward a little."

Camila wrapped one arm across her stomach and let her hand fall by her legs as she brought the other up and across her chest, that hand resting on her shoulder.

"Perfect. Now you are a little more covered up but still, like, teasingly seductive." Lauren explained as she moved some of the diva's hair in front of her vacant shoulder. "Feel any better?"

"Actually, yes." Camila answered, unaware if she answered for her modesty's sake or the feeling of Lauren's fingers in her hair again.

Lauren smiled and returned to her camera. "Can you brace your bottom leg on the wrung of the stool. Lift it up a bit." The brunette licked her lips subconsciously as the flexing leg caught the light and illuminated the toned muscles. "That's good." Yep. Very good. "Can you relax your shoulders a little bit?"

The diva did as she was asked and grew more confident as the photographer snapped more pictures, obviously Lauren was pleased with what Camila was doing. As time progressed Camila opened her posture slightly, moving the hand on her shoulder to the stool behind her, supporting her weight as she leaned back a little.

"That's good." Lauren commented licking her lips again. She needed to get control of herself. This was a time to be professional. Dirty thoughts could come later. She tried to steady her rapid breathing as her eyes studied the form in her viewfinder. It was a challenge to ignore it when that was what she was suppose to be looking at. Professional. Professional. Professional. Lauren suddenly likened herself to Shawn and his early arrival delay chant, and broke into a broad smile.

"What is it?" Camila asked nervously.

"Oh, nothing." She lied. "I'm just glad that you are getting more comfortable in your skin. It's good. Can you...um..." She hesitated. This sounded so wrong to say with the thoughts going on in her mind but her request was meant solely for the photo shoot. "Would you be comfortable enough to undo, like, the top two buttons of your shirt?" She held her breath in anticipation.

Thankfully the request didn't sound perverted to Camila's ears and the diva looked down to unbutton her shirt. Lauren inhaled a deep breath slowly as the small tan hands separated the overlapping layers of white material. "I would still be comfortable with a third if need be."

Lauren cleared her throat as she changed positions for the next series of shots. "That would be good."

"And the hair is still good?" Camila asked as she released another button and returned to her reclined pose.

Lauren's eyes fell down the strip of the newly exposed skin along her chest and sighed heavily. "Yep."

"Are you sure?"