Fortune (Camren)

Chapter 4 : Snake

Since I've been here lying wide awake cuz the time difference I figured I'd post an update. Is anyone liking this book?
- X
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Old Friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air, Love them for what they are ; nor love them less, Because to thee they are not what they were."- Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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Wrapped around each other on the plush sofa in the hotel suite, Lauren and Camila had cuddled up for a quiet night of movie watching before Camila had to leave in the morning. Although they had not settled everything, they had silently called a truce on their argument so as not to waste their last night.

As they laid together, Lauren was paying more attention to the feel of Camila's body as it rested heavily on her chest than she was to the film. Camila's warmth heated her side and her breathing, with each intake, was a little pressure of reassurance while each exhale was a little release of anxiety. Unbidden, a great rush of feelings coursed through her, and she pulled Camila closer, kissing the crown of chocolate hair as she closed her eyes against the overwhelming emotion. At that moment, she knew she would do anything, go to any lengths, break or follow all the rules, if it meant keeping Camila safe and happy.

Feeling Lauren's arms tighten, Camila picked up her head to look up at the other girl and her breath hitched at the naked and raw emotion she saw in her face. If she ever had any doubt whether Lauren loved her, that look wiped it cleanly away. She blinked away a tear as she put her head back down on Lauren's chest, cuddling even closer as she whispered, "Me too," responding to words that had not been spoken aloud but understood nonetheless.

Lauren groaned, awakened by the soft but insistent touch snaking its way up between her thighs, barely grazing her sex before it changed course, running over her butt and then sliding down the hollows of her spine as she lay on her stomach in bed the next morning. She peeked over at Camila, watching as Lauren's eyes followed the path of her own fingertips.

"I wish I could see me the way you see me," Lauren said, her voice rough with disuse.

Camila's gaze flew up to Lauren's face, "I wish that too."

After the movie, Camila had fallen asleep in Lauren's arms, gentle caresses lulling her to sleep. Lauren held her like that for a long time, soaking in the way she smelled, the movements of her sleep patterns, the way her breathing changed as she dreamed. When Lauren felt herself start to slide into slumber, she awoke Camila and led her to the room, where they both disrobed and fell quickly into a close but chaste embrace as they drifted off together.

This morning's touching, although gentle, was decidedly more arousing than last night's. "When do you have to be at the airport?" Lauren asked as she tucked her forearms under her pillow and leaned over to brush her lips over Camila's.

Camila pulled her hand away and rolled to her back, staring blankly up at the ceiling. "I hate that we are living between catching planes and busses. It makes me feel like I'm being torn into pieces."

Lauren brought a hand out and brushed her knuckles along the side of Camila's face and then down her neck, "Aren't you the one who told me a week ago that it isn't for much longer?"

"Did I? That was stupid of me."

Lauren chuckled low and deep in her chest. "It's true though. The tour is almost over."

"But then what?" Camila turned her head to look at Lauren. "Seriously? What then? You go to Hollywood and I go to Marietta?"

Lauren was stymied. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," she answered tritely.