You and Me, Forever

Lost In Your Paradise

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Get your holy water ready! I wanna say "here's a LIL' SMUT" but it's just too...

Never mind, figure it out yourself.  

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Having Shawn back home means acting like the success and fame does not exist. It's refreshing, really, for the pair of them. They do not need to worry about being seen and cameras catching Shawn being unable to keep his hands off Camila. And so, the joys began. Shawn is home and Camila could not be happier.

Halloween is creeping upon them and apparently it turns out it is Camila's favourite holiday. Shawn enjoys the dressing up part but he really struggles to find something that fits him. Luckily, this year, the party they are currently attending, did not specify that it was for halloween, a lot of people are not dressed up, with the exception of a few die-hard halloween-ers.

It has been a hot minute since Shawn has been back home and Camila and he did not really find time to get lost in their paradise. Shawn has been sleeping, which Camila prefers he rather do than have her pinned up against a wall, most of the days. At night, they would always have plans with their family or friends, either at dinners, movie nights or sports games.

Tonight, although they are at a party, they both are buzzed and Camila does not want to sleep. So, to tease her boyfriend who is sporting a yellow-tee that makes him look devilishly handsome, Camila shows off the skin of her legs in the tight black she is wearing.

She's with her friends, all crowding an apartment of their friend's, around a karaoke set-up. Camila can sing, here and there – she doesn't have the most perfect voice but she can sing.

She catches Shawn standing, beer in hand, in conversation. Nevertheless, his eyes are trained on her and Camila boils his blood, by running a smooth hand down the side of her neck, tracing over her collar bones, then tugging at the straps of her black lingerie. It's a plunge top, made of lace and you can barely tell it's lingerie. Unless you're Shawn, who was there when she bought it. She clears her throat and straightens her back, trying not to smirk.

When Camila looks at Shawn, he is certainly smirking, his grip on his beer flimsy, his mouth parted. Camila lifts a shoulder to her cheek and gives him an innocent smile, turned to her side, Her legs bends momentarily, lifting up her skirt further up her legs before it drops down again.

Camila moves to the karaoke set, grabbing the mic and deciding to take over. She bites onto her lower lip, knowing exactly what she wants to sing. Lost In Japan.

All it'd take is one flight / We'd be in the same time zone

Camila manages to catch a lot of attention. But the only person's attention that matters to her is Shawn's.

He's on the couch now, forearm resting atop his head and Camila grins. Mic in hand, she dances a little in her place with the beat of the music.

I can't seem to get you off my mind

Her eyes fall on Shawn and he has this look of happiness. It's a different kind of happiness to what most people experience. It's a look that tells her that she is the only one in his universe – with just one look. When her eyes find him, he breaks into a smile of love. He's all heart eyes.