Beautiful When You Don't Try (Camren)

Chapter 85

A/N: Woohoo. We're up to the second time jump. That will start the next chapter.

We will be bringing back at least Normani in future chapters, I'm not sure about anyone else. Maybe Frankie. Clara will still be around as well as a developing Adrianne and Kim. Now that Camila and Lauren are settled (mostly) they are going to be helping the other couple out.

Thank you as always. I hope you enjoy the humor/emotion/drama/aw of this last chapter before the third part starts. Thank you and enjoy.

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"You're still pouting?" Lauren asked as she brought out the last of Camila's bags from the rental. The brunette, of course, didn't help with the task. Instead, she just stood by the car and looked at the house in front of her with a solemn expression on her face.

"I am. It's such a nice place and we have so many memories here now."

The raven-haired dropped the bags suddenly and took Camila in her arms, pressing her against the car and growled into her neck. The action sent the brunette into a giggling fit. "We can make memories anywhere," Lauren stated, kissing her wife's cheek, then pulling back to look into her eyes. She arched an eyebrow. "Including the car."

Camila's smile never fell, but her eyes did. They fell to Lauren's lips and Lauren leaned in to kiss her again. Camila moaned into the connection. "Car sex," Camila stated, turning away much to Lauren's frustration. "While it could be very exhilarating, does have its drawbacks." She finished, taking her seat in the car and shutting the door after her. "Especially with paparazzi. The last thing I want to see on the front page is a picture of your pale white ass for the world to see." Lauren pulled her head back to the comment. "Now, we are due back in town soon. Perhaps you should finish loading the car so we can keep that time schedule."

Lauren stood still for a few seconds before she started shaking her head and returned to the bags that she had dropped. "Diva."

"I heard that."

"Good." The raven-haired mumbled.

"I heard that too," Lauren smirked and stacked Camila's luggage on the ground and sat down, crossing her legs, creating a seat out of Camila's luggage. Then she waited. "What are you doing?" The brunette asked out of the open window.

"Waiting."

"For?"

"You."

"To...?"

"Get out of the car."

"And?"

"Load the bags."

"Why?"

"Because I am your wife, not your employee."

Camila paused and studied Lauren's face. "You wouldn't be doing this if I had let you have your car sex, would you?"

Lauren straightened up and rested her joined hands on her knee. "I would have settled for a few more kisses, but you just waved my affection off as if it was nothing. I mean, you give your fans more attention than that."

The brunette dropped her brow and opened the door, holding Lauren's gaze. She exited the car, leaving it wide open and approached the still sitting raven-haired beauty. Suddenly Lauren was falling backward as Camila pushed her off of her makeshift seat. Before Lauren could recognize if there was even any pain from landing on the ground, Camila was on top of her, straddling her waist and planting a forceful kiss on her lips. The brunette fisted her shirt and held her in place as she sat up to look down at Lauren.

Camila breath quivered as she let it out. Their eyes locked and Lauren stared back intently, taunting Camila as the brunette fought for control over her hormones.