One Shots | camren

i'll marry you (if you marry me)

Summary: Lauren and Camila get married [for elaborate reasons that don't really necessitate them getting married but are being used for a plot device anyway].

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Lauren quietly groans as she stretches her sore body. Her heavy eyelids start to flutter open slowly, only to shut tight once again against the assault of the bright sun rays peeking through the blinds. She turns over on her other side and is met with a sleeping brunette, the other girl's arm carelessly strewn across her own midsection. The girl's lashes fall gently against olive skin and her plump lips are slightly parted. The dark-haired girl internally smirks at the feeling of bare skin against her own naked body and their position immediately sends a new wave of heat through her body.

She doesn't remember the girl's name, but she sure remembers how the girl's body felt quivering under her touch, the look of pained pleasure on the girl's delicate face as Lauren explored her skin, and what her voice sounded like screaming and begging Lauren for more.

Lauren slowly trails her fingers up the girl's side as she leans forward and sucks lightly on the brunette's neck. The other girl stirs awake and her hands find dark locks right away as she tilts her neck to give Lauren more access. Lauren is gearing to start another round when she feels cool metal against her face when the girl below her brings her hands to Lauren's cheeks.

She immediately pulls back with a worried expression and eyes the girl's hand. "Holy shit! Are you married?" Lauren gasps and completely sits up, pulling up the sheets to cover her chest. Lauren is a lot of terrible things (as has been pointed out by several people around her), but she is not a home wrecker. As far as she knows, anyway. The other girl follows her suit and sits up slowly as she eyes her own hand with a look of apprehension herself,

"No?" she says, her face looking bewildered at the situation. Her hazy mind is slowly clearing up with the unexpected turn of events. She had woken up to a feeling of soft lips on her skin and was hoping to continue her very satisfying night.

"No? You're not sure?" Lauren says exasperatedly, running the hand that's not holding the sheets through her wild hair. "Can you like," she gestures vaguely to Camila's body.

"What?" the other girl scrunches her face in confusion and Lauren's body is disoriented at how the girl's cute face is causing butterflies in her stomach in the same second that her bare chest is sending heat to the junction of Lauren's thighs.

"Your boobs are distracting me," Lauren says finally.

"Oh, sorry" Camila says, scrambling to get a pillow to cover her body since Lauren is hogging the sheets. She feels her face heat up and when she looks up to respond to Lauren's earlier question, her eyes are caught on the white gold band wrapped around Lauren's slender ring finger. "Wait, are you married?"

Lauren is confused for a second before she follows Camila's eyes to her own finger, her eyes widening at the jewelry she does not remember buying. There's a few seconds of silence as the gears turn in both of the girls' heads and they exclaim at the same time,

"No fucking way!"

"Holy shit!"

"I don't even know your name!" Lauren exclaims as she frantically tries to gather her clothes and starts putting them on.

The girl looks slightly affronted but is momentarily distracted when she catches sight of Lauren in all her naked glory as she hurriedly tries to slip her thong back on. "It's Camila," she huffs as she proceeds to look for her own clothes. "I'm sure the other guests in this hotel know my name very well by how loudly you were screaming it last night."

Lauren flushes red as she mutters, "Sorry, not good with names." Camila just rolls her eyes and her heart races when she hears her phone ring somewhere in the sheets. She rushes to look for it and answers it immediately when her friend's name shows up.