It's Always You

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Camilas POV

Eyes.
That's what it always comes back to, those eyes, the bright green ones, the very ones that make me feel safe, Laurens eyes.
Bright green. Dark green. Green with silver flickers. Sometimes, when we're close, this close, I can see the mesh of colours, I swear she has real galaxies in them. Universe Lauren. Planet green eyes. Population one. Lauren Jauregui. And me? Someone who's lucky enough to be in the presences of her.

Her hand is tracing patterns on my skin, my bare hip, sending electricity through my body, while her other hand is gently twirling strand of my hair. These moments are precious, these are ours, in the privacy of our room, no cameras, no outside interference. Us.
My fingers are lightly pulling at the bottom of her black skin tight tank top, I want her. I want to show her how I feel because words are never enough.

Sure, marrying her is one way and that's special in itself but showing her, through emotions, with my body, connecting with her, that's different, that's incomparable, it's indescribable. She's indescribable.

Happy. I am happy. Elated? I think that would describe it better. When it comes to Lauren and the things she makes me feel, words are never enough.

Laying in this bed facing this beautiful woman, tummies filled with Ally's cooking. High on life. It's perfect. A traditional family day, consistent grace of endless drives to our favourite places, Dinahs comments and Normanis wittiness, and Lauren, God Lauren.

Our wedding day. Our wedding. We have decided on absolutely nothing, how can two stubborn women truly get married? Lauren in a wedding dress? Lauren in a tuxedo? Lauren naked... no Camila stop it.

"I love it when you're deep in thought, what are you thinking about, beautiful?" Laurens raspy voice echoed through my thoughts. What am I thinking about? How naked I want her to be, how that tank top and those pyjama bottoms would look a million times better on the floor? Hanging off the light above us? Sex with Lauren. Lauren between my legs.

"You" I utter almost whispering, I'm certain she struggled to hear me.

"Me? What about me?" The smirk that settled across that gorgeous face of hers, she knows what's on my mind.

She should do. My nails are digging into her tummy, scratching. How could she not? Her hand that once innocently played with my hair is now tracing my jawline and the hand that was on my hip is now pressed between my thighs, so close to the ever growing mound of heat.

The throaty hum that left Laurens lips made my skin tingle with want, with need "Please, you know"

"I don't think I do" Her lips had found there way to my neck, just below my ear, caressing my skin as she whispered those words. What she does to me, what she's doing to me, of course she knows.

"I need you Lauren" I choked out as her teeth grazed my ear lobe.

"What do you need princess" her teeth sunk deeper into my ear, as her hand moved higher up my thigh "I need you to tell me" the vibrations from her voice caused my hips to buck forward, gaining a brief contact from her hand with my centre.

"F...fuck me, please" I breathed out. The words were all Lauren needed.
She rolled her on top of me her tongue gliding over the ear she'd had her teeth dug in, now licking and biting my neck, causing me to tilt my head to the side giving her more access. Her hand was now pressed firmly against my centre, moving up and down, agonisingly slow but I'm grateful for that contact.

Making love and fucking, perfect either way. Laurens body pressed against my own is a blessing within itself, her skin and my skin, bite marks left all over us both, scratches. My safe haven, my epitome of pain and pleasure wrapped into one, my girlfriend,my fiancée, my present and my future, the woman I get to call my wife.

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A/N: Tiny insight to Camilas brain, and smut tease AND tease for what's to come- it's 2am so sorry for the crappiness, wedding soon ;* thanks guys xox
Also stuck in a mad writers block ish sooo bare with me on all updates haha