Wanting You Forever (Camren g!p)

Wanting You Forever (8)

A/N: This chapter features a lot of romance and passion, relative to what is planned for the next installment. I wanted to kind of build the girls' feelings and understanding for each other on more than a sexual level, but there will be smut at the beginning of the next chapter, so no worries you little horndogs. I want to send a special thanks to everyone who has followed this story from its inception. Your support means more to me than you could ever imagine. Enjoy!

"I cannot believe we just did that, Mani. What are Lee and Lauren going to think when they see these?"

Normani's hand froze, still trapped inside her very full shopping bag.

"Mila, they are going to love these. We are intelligent, sexy, soulful women, and they won't be able to resist us. Trust me?"

Camila glanced at her friend, too pleased that the sails of their friendship were sailing proudly once more.

"I always have."

The corners of her mouth perked up into a subtle but radiant smile, her mind a hazy wonderland of love with Lauren as her guide. Her smooth fingers traced the lace of her white bikini skirt, the rough material a sharp contrast to her vanilla-scented skin. Her frame, as salacious and enchanting as it was, never radiated sexual confidence; that only emerged whenever that raven-colored hair would raise in her direction, smoldering green eyes eviscerating the feeble tenderness characteristic of her body and substituting a sexual prowess few women can possess. She opened a bottle of lotion, the thick creamy substance pooling in her palm, placating the heat emanating from her skin. Her hands roamed over the curves of her body, starting with her forearms. The sweet moisture enveloped her body, her mind, and her soul; and for a moment, she imagined Lauren's fingers dancing above her own.

An ethereal film entombed her natural silk, the subtle glow complementing her fluorescent longing for her lover. One glance at the reflective glass and Camila herself agreed that she looked decadent, or at least she would be perceived as such on this night. Her slightly curled locks were reprieved in a gentle ponytail; intricately placed tendrils of hair left free to flow with the supple wind. This style, on others would perhaps be deemed imperfect, those same heavenly tendrils perceived as neglected souls. But on Camila, these flaws, these imperfections were defining characteristics of her perfection, at least through dark green eyes. The way she rubbed her lips together after applying lipstick, the facial expressions that she adorned when she applied eyeliner, even the ever-so-slight deviations in the palate of her teeth were palatable, even endearing. There was something majestic about her features, particularly when their presence wasn't shrouded under mountains of beauty alterations, each layer of makeup imbruing the more prepossessing one that resided at its base. The hue of her eyes the same as so many, yet her brown pools gave way to a rapturous torrent unlike any other. The nature of Lauren's eyes predominated public perception, though Camila's could not only breathe new life into those trapped in her gaze, but each blink was a resuscitation, a feeble and effortless notion on her part though one that would imprison the surveyor in her gaze.

She offered a blink to the mirror before scaling her lotion-slick fingers across the valley of her breasts, their perkiness subdued by her cream-colored shirt, the V-neck design certain to wither Lauren's self-control. Her fingers then danced the happy trail from her belly button to the edge of her loosely-tied bikini skirt, tickling the sensitive skin of her abdomen.

The flatness she felt now would someday be anything but, her skin swollen as she harbored the fruit of their love. The thought brought a faint smile to her lips. Any thought about a future with Lauren was enough to transform her being, enough to transport her mind to the dock of romance, their relationship the only vessel to call it home. A piece of her wondered if Lauren held such strong notions about their future, or if she was the only captain aboard the vessel charting a course through the endless sea of possibilities; love the only current and admiration the only wind by which they would sail. She knew that Lauren loved her, took solace in the undeniable fact that Lauren had always loved her, but what was underneath the hardened façade that was Lauren's default? The older girl wasn't callous but rather reserved, keeping her truest emotions guarded behind a fortress that Camila attempted to erode to little avail.