You and Me, Forever

Bring Heaven To You [2]

Ik I said sOoN but I didn't want to update later soooo...

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Camila is sitting by the couch, fingers trailing across the tops of the couch. Her legs are brought onto the couch, off the floor, her fingers absentmindedly drawing patterns onto the white material of her sweats and the plush couch under her. She has an arm across the top of the couch, her chin resting in her hand, as she tries to find the solutions. She tries to find the solution to her sickness.

She's too entranced by the glimmering lights of the kind city, the entertainment that she is not currently a part of and the life the city holds. Her fingers trail over her arms, tanned by her honeymoon in Bora Bora. The tan is rather persistent to stay there, having not worn off even three weeks after the honeymoon. She quite enjoys it, nevertheless. It serves as a reminder of two wondrous weekends there, drinking martinis by the ocean, just out of their home, soaking in the hot sunlight. Her fingers brisk up the length of her arms, concentrated on the hairs that coat her arms.

Turning, she presses her chin to the couch, hands falling to her side before she lifts them up again and stares out of the window. She finds herself humming a tune and when she picks up on it, the words come out of her mouth, mumbling, "I'm thinking, baby, you . . are bringing out a different kind of me. . there's no safety net that's underneath, I'm free –"

"Fallin' all in you," a more beautiful voice joins in, and just as she turns to look at Shawn, her husband falls atop her, pressing her breasts into the back of the couch. Camila giggles but then groans, squirming under his weight.

When she reaches behind him and pinches an area of his bum, Shawn rolls off her, letting her breathe in calmness. He turns to his side, resting his head atop the top of the back of the couch, curling spilling onto the white material. His eyes twinkle with a sparkle that makes her smile with just a glance.

"Don't you wanna sleep?" Shawn mumbles out, moving his head closer and sniffing a little, tiredness evident in his orbs.

Camila moves closer, cold hands slotting in between his thighs, chasing the warmth. She's usually a furnace but she feels oddly cold tonight. "I can't bring myself to go to sleep. . drank milk and everything."

"Warm cookies and milk?"

"Never worked on me," Camila sighs, restlessly, bringing her lips closer to his and pouting. She doesn't expect a kiss, she just wanted to be close to him. He gave her one, nonetheless.

"Odd one, you are," Shawn comments, lifting a hand and brushing it through her hair. "Want me to play with your hair, hun?"

Camila sighs, shaking her hair, and flipping onto her back, looking up at the ceiling. The blankness of the wall brings a serenity that she did not know has been disturbed. "I. . I don't know. . I feel a little weird."

"Hmm, maybe your period is just bugging you a little more this month," Shawn suggests, leaning over and pressing his lips to her shoulder. At the contact of his soft lips against her bare shoulder, Camila jolts, both from realisation and the sparks that flew through her.

"We need to go to the store," Camila instructs, getting off the couch and whipping around to look at him.

Shawn looks at her, incredulously, before he lets out a brief chuckle. "We are not eating crisps at this hour, dude."