kiss my neck (and tell me you love me)

kiss my neck (and tell me you want me)

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Lauren loved being with Camila.

Going out with her, holding her hand, talking to her, kissing her and cuddling with her. She loved everything. There wasn't one moment where she felt anything other than pure adoration for Camila, and although she would be the last to admit it, she was so so taken with her it was ridiculous.

However.

There were also a lot of problems with being with her.

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The hickeys. The hickeys were a problem. The amount of godamn money she had to spend on concealer every month was starting to get ridiculous, and hiding them was so exhausting, especially since Lauren didn't even want to.

She wanted everyone to know who she belonged to, who was leaving those marks.

But still, kind of annoying.

"You've got to be kidding me." Lauren scoffed, looking at herself carefully in the mirror in her bedroom.

Her neck was painted blue and purple and red, the entirety nearly completely covered in dark marks, that had been sucked there only a couple of hours prior by-

"Camila!" Lauren yelled out, hoping that the younger girl could hear her from all the way downstairs.

Nothing. She tried again a little louder.

"Camila!"

And if Lauren wasn't mistaken, that was the sound of hurried footsteps rushing up the stairs.

Seconds later, Camila came bursting into the room, panting, eyes wide and frantic, tracing over every inch of Lauren's body carefully to check for anything that could be amiss.

Upon finding nothing, her face morphed to one of confusion.

"W-What happened?" She asked, taking a minute to slow her pants and catch her breath.

Lauren scoffed again, causing Camila to wince. Lauren was mad, and that was never ever a good thing, especially not in Camila's books. That never meant anything good.

"What do you think happened?" Lauren said, gesturing angrily to her neck.

Camila winced. "Uhh...sorry?"

Lauren rolled her eyes sulkily and pouted, stomping her feet like a baby.

Camila melted.

Lauren was so cute.

And absolutely gorgeous, just standing there in an oversized jumper, no make up and long hair messy, marks of Camila's love starting from the top of her jaw, right under her ear, down past the collar of her shirt, and although not visible, Camila knew from memory that they travelled right down to Lauren's hipbones, right down to...

She cleared her throat.

Fuck her life, now she was turned on.

She approached Lauren slowly, threading her fingers through her shirt collar and pulling Lauren the rest of the distance to her.

Gently tilting Lauren's head up with two fingers to properly examine the marks, she was slightly taken aback by just how dark and large they were.

(Sue her, Lauren made her get slightly carried away sometimes. All that soft creamy skin was just entirely too tempting).

She pressed down on one softly with her thumb, entranced, because this was what she had done all over Lauren, she had made Lauren completely hers in every sense of the word and it was kind of captivating, but also a little concerning.