Yes, Ms. Cabello. (Camila x You)

Concerned About You

"Shouldn't you get that?" She asks later in the evening, eyes fallen to my repeatedly lighting-up phone screen.

"No." I mumble tiredly, shifting to press the side of my face further into the top of her head, her own resting on my shoulder.

She sighs, leaning forward which makes me whine in complaint before holding my phone in front of us both.

"Oh..." She whispers, upset manifesting subtly in the tiny shake of her voice.

"Ignore them." I quickly instruct after reading the colourful message from my Mom. When she scrolls to keep reading, I take my phone from her hands, placing it face down on the sofa beside me and using that hand to turn her face towards me gently. Her eyes stay downcast for a moment before connecting with mine.

"Camila, I'm serious." I state, "Ignore them."

"They're just concerned about you." She sighs, "You should go ho-"

"Stop it." I interrupt, pressing my lips against hers, "I don't want to go home."

"They'll think I kidnapped you." She argues, making me laugh slightly.

"And?" I ask, "I'm 17, Camila. I can do what I want. They don't know what they're talking about."

"The age of consent is 18 here, Y/n." She retorts, "Sure, I'm allowed to... do that stuff with you, but only until I turn 24, then I have to wait until you're 18."

"Wait..." I frown confusedly, "How do you know all of this?"

Her cheeks turn red, slightly hidden by the dim lighting of the TV.

"Ummm," She drawls in a high pitched tone, "I may have... googled some things."

At that, I laugh a little louder, which only causes her blush to grow deeper.

"That's weirdly adorable." I point out, having to lean forward and rest my forehead on her shoulder to steady myself while I laugh. Unfortunately, all she lets out is a small, nervous sounding sigh.

As soon as I gather myself, I kiss my way up her neck, along her jaw, and skip her lips to instead kiss her nose.

"Hey!" She pouts, forgetting her earlier embarrassment, "You missed!"

I smile, briefly paying attention to her lips once before peppering the rest of her soft face. She melts under my touch, slowly falling backward until she's laying on the sofa, me on top of her. My phone, long forgotten, falls to floor with a small clatter as I move my kisses back to her waiting mouth, tasting the small mewls that escape when my hands begin to roam up her sides.

I take a break for breath, looking down at the ethereal woman beneath me as she looks back up at me with her lips parted and her eyes dilated.

I'm pretty sure I'll never, ever get enough of her.

Diving back down, I pay all of my attention to her neck, trying to find her sweet spot. One of her hands snakes around my side and up my back while the other balls into a fist in my hair. Ignoring the slight pain of her deathly grip, I continue my search until she whines, unconsciously arching her back into me.

"Found it." I smirk cockily.

"Shut up and kiss me." She replies with a breathy laugh, smiling into the passionate lip-lock. When she allows my tongue access to her mouth, I find she tastes mildly of the sangria she drank earlier. That's not what's making me dizzy, though. I'm drunk on her.