too much

don't let me stop you from thinking you are free

// introduce me to friends, make excuses for me //

// i will tug on your coat when i'm ready to leave //

// please don't let me stop you from thinking you are free //

// just don't fall for me //

// do not fall for me //

strawbear - keaton henson

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after you 50/50 votes, this is NOT g!p. i'm planning on doing another to make up for those who wants it tho, don't worry xx

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They kiss. Like a lot.

In all of the past relationships Lauren's had, she doesn't think she enjoys kissing them in the early stages of their relationship and hasn't kissed anyone this frequent so early on.

But maybe that's it? Because she and Camila aren't in a relationship and because she's knows the other woman so maybe that's what makes it different.

Right now, Lauren's in Camila's room, waiting for the other woman to come home from something, as Camila vaguely informed her. They graduated college a few days ago and this is the first time Lauren will see the brunette again after days of chauffeuring her family around L.A.

"Hey, Walz, can I borrow your—oh," Dinah stops, seeing Lauren sprawled out on her back on her best friend's bed, hair dangling from the bottom, the tips brushing against the floor. ", waiting for your better half?" She teases, earning an eye roll from Lauren.

"What do you need, Dinah?" she asks, turning to her stomach to regard the other woman with a raised eyebrow.

Dinah invites herself inside, strutting inside in a way only Dinah Jane Hansen can pull off, plucking the charger from Camila's bedside. "Just wanna borrow this, I forgot where I put mine and I need to charge before Mani picks me up in a few minutes."

"You do realize that you're not gonna charge that thing for more than, like, five percent, right?" Lauren huffs, throwing her hair over one shoulder.

"Still five percent more," Dinah sing songs, after her, stretching the last note and flawlessly combining it with a Destiny's Child song that's so utterly Dinah.

Lauren doesn't realize that she dozed off until she feels pecks on the side of her neck, soft and fluttering.

"Finally," she feels more than hears Camila murmur against her skin, biting softly in a way that makes Lauren hum.

The first couple of weeks into their...thing, Lauren's always been the instigator to their little secret, always looking for a way to drive Camila insane with soft pecks before the younger woman moans a you're killing me, princess against her lips and just kisses her in a way that's both bruising and gentle.

So to say that she's pleased to Camila just taking what she wants is an understatement. Lauren fucking loves it.

She savors the way Camila always breathes in first, as if attempting to pull herself together, but then opens her eyes and sees Lauren willing and so, so ready for her, that she just curses under her breath, fingers tangling against Lauren's black-dyed hair and tugs.

(The hair pulling is Lauren's thing. Camila picked up on it the second time Lauren laced their fingers together, tugging Camila's hands to the back of her head and moaning sinfully when Camila's fists holds on to the hair tight.)