don't say you love me... | camren au

(i need) a little bit more

A/N: ;)

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Naked.

Together.

That's what they are. That's what they want to be. These are the only two things that matter right now. Nothing else. Literally nothing.

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It started out as a normal Saturday night–

Both of them agreed to watch a movie. So they did exactly that. Cuddled on the couch. Ordered Chinese take-out. Ate it with spoons just to have a laugh. Occasionally made snarky comments when extraordinarily ridiculous scenes came on.

–and then, suddenly, it wasn't.

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So– of course they've kissed before. They've kissed a lot. To make up for lost time, certainly, because after all, they hadn't seen each other in a very long time. But, see, the thing is-

That's all they've done so far. They haven't yet taken their relationship to the next level. They haven't touched each other in that way, haven't had make out sessions, exactly, either. Because they don't think just kissing is boring. Not anymore. No, they've matured, they've changed – yes, Camilahas changed, too, not just Lauren – and they believe that, being in this new relationship with each other, they should wait. Savor every second they spend together, so to speak. Shouldn't jinx everything by immediately making it about sex–

Except right now, the take-out boxes are somewhere discarded on the floor, and Camila and Lauren are definitely not just kissing, and they're definitely not watching a movie anymore. Instead, they're definitely making out – tongues and teeth and all – and they're most definitely about to take this to the bedroom. In fact, they're already standing in the middle of the living room – TV still on, but not being paid attention to, at all–

"Wait," Lauren says breathlessly in the middle of a kiss, "Are you sure about this?"

Camila is amazed by how incredibly sweet Lauren is. How thoughtful, how loving she is. So, with reddened cheeks, she says, "Yes, I am. I think we know by now this isn't just sex. Everything's different, remember? We don't need to abstain for a specific amount of time just to prove a point. Don't you think?" It comes out in a ramble. Because, yes, she loves Lauren's caring side, but as much as she does, she's turned on beyond belief, so when Lauren nods in response to her words, Camila's pupils turn a shade darker. "Good, because honestly? I don't think I can stop now. This feels so good. You feel so good. I can't believe we've already waited this long," she sighs. Kisses Lauren. Takes her hand, and drags the girl to the bedroom.

Finally.

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So– well, here they are.

Naked.

In the bedroom. With their clothes lying– well, let's just say somewhere.

It doesn't really matter, anyway, as Camila pushes her girlfriend in the direction of the bed. The fact that she feels bold enough to do that isn't really a wonder, seeing as she's initiated everything so far. She was the one to deepen their kisses, she was the one to take Lauren's shirt off, she was the one to– yeah, even back in the days, she initiated a lot when it came to sex. Some say she's always loved control. And, yeah, maybe that's one thing that hasn't changed.

(Her girlfriend is yet to complain.)

Moans are coming from both girls as Camila climbs on top of Lauren. They're still kissing; kissing is good, kissing is safe territory, while they're kissing, they can't really do anything wrong.