You and Me, Forever

Your Heart Is All I Own

Disclaimer: THIS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME.

This is a converted imagine off of Tumblr. All credit goes to owner/ writer.

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Shawn is getting fitted into his suit, yawning and rubbing his eyes so he looks more awake. He spent last night with his girlfriend in their bedroom and staying up all night finally took a toll on him. It wasn't the smartest decision – he knew that then as well.

They have a wedding to attend to, one of his cousin's, and there's no way they can miss it. But he still loves Camila very much and staying away from her sucked. So, when he gets the time, he likes to spend every waking second with her for an hour.

He adjusts the lapels of his shirt, looking at himself in the mirror. "Babe, this look okay?" Shawn calls, putting on his cufflinks. He pats down the blue material of his suit, and then the white shirt inside. Shawn moves to the white couches and looks out at the sky, to inspect if they will need any coats or not. He hears a tapping of feet against the floor and he makes it out to be heels.

At the sound of his girlfriend, Shawn instantly turns to look at his girlfriend. He almost dies.

His girlfriend emerges from the bedroom, her beauty enhanced. She's putting an earring in but Shawn pays no mind to that. He pays attention to how her body moves, in a light blue tea dress. It has a floral print and has a few ruffles lined along the edges. They expose her legs, looking smooth and silky, making him want to run his hands all over them.

Shawn looks up and sees how her beautiful hair is feathered out, resting in waves, as they cascade down her back. Her eyes have a glimmer in them that is amplified by the late afternoon sunshine running through the window and basking her in a golden glow. Her lips are done up, looking glossy, a lot of her face looking free of make-up.

His eyes travel down to her chest, seeing how her breasts are lifted and brought out by the ever slight plunge of her dress, revealing her soft skin to him. Her arms are hidden, behind the long-sleeved material.

When she is finished putting in the second thick golden hoop, Camila reaches Shawn, her body standing taller to his height from the strappy gold heels that grace her feet.

"You look dapper," Camila mutters, hands gliding up his body. Shawn hisses, feeling the heat of her palms transfer through the thin material of white on him, igniting his nerves. Her nimble fingers clasp around the first button and she undoes it. Pressing a palm flat to his chest, she moves back, hips swaying to Harry Styles music filling their home.

Her eyes burn through his skin as they drop to his chest and Shawn cannot help but chew on his lower lip, blessed at the sight of her. She moves back, hands going back and redoing the button. "Looks better like this. Like a gentleman," Camila whispers, hands moving down his chest and clutching at his torso, silently telling him what she wants.

His eyes travel up from her cleavage to meet her lustful lock, eyes blazing with a heat that only he can tame. His eyes look similar, the specks of green and blue swirling prominently in his dusky eyes, entrancing Camila.

His rosy lips part and so does Camila's, as her tongue flicks at the back of her teeth.

He looks mesmerizing, standing in a dark blue suit with a white shirt, something people rarely get to see him in. Camila considers herself precious to be the one who gets to see him in it and without it.

Her parted mouth cannot help but fall onto his, licking into his mouth instantly. His lips fuse with hers, burning her at his touch, crumbling her and making her all his.