You and Me, Forever

Dance Moves

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 I FINISHED IT shawmila_mabello tbh was gon finish this tomorrow and then I published this by accident so here ya go:

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On his way up in the elevator Shawn couldn't think of anything else than just having a hot shower and finally getting in bed after his tiring and challenging day. Hours spent in the studio, two interviews and a meeting, it all came crashing down at him once he had the time to even breathe. Now he doesn't feel like there is any energy left in him.

He pulls out his keys, but he can already hear the music coming from inside, making him wonder what Camila is doing. For a moment he thinks that she has people over which is definitely not something he wants to deal with right now, especially because he texted her how tired he is, but she didn't seem to take it seriously if she invited friends over. A grumpy grimace plasters to his face as he finally opens the door and walks in, but the scene is nothing like he thought it would be.

The music goes from muffled to clear, All For You by the Years & Years is playing through the speakers in the open living room so it can be heard in the kitchen as well. There is a small mess in the kitchen and right in the middle there is Camila in one of Shawn's shirts and some old sweatpants, dancing her butt off, her back facing the door so she haven't noticed Shawn's arrival.

He quietly closes the door not to bother her and then stands there watching her in awe, her moves bringing the widest smile to his face. Camila is cutting something at the counter, her hips swinging from side to side following the rhythm of the song, sometimes stopping to sing along with a line, pretending that the knife is a mic.

Shawn knows Camila is not the best dancer, even she knows it too, but she couldn't care less. Her carefree dancing was one of the things Shawn first noticed about her when they met. Her enthusiasm and happiness totally make up for her lack of nicely coordinated moves, bringing joy to anyone who sees her dancing.

The song comes to an end and Ariana Grande's God Is A Woman starts playing this time, completely throwing her off the edge. Camila starts singing along again, pumping her hands into the air as she wildly shakes her head. Shawn finds her show quite amusing but also he feels like it's time to let her know she is not alone anymore.

"Babe?" he calls out, expecting her to jump from the surprise, but that's not the case.

Camila just casually turns her head, still singing, and a smirk appears on her lips as she suddenly squats down when the refrain starts. She swings her hips before jumping back up and heading into his direction with long, catlike steps.

"You know I don't stop for anything when my girl Ariana is on," she states with a straight face when she reaches Shawn. After stealing a short welcome kiss she quickly makes her way back to the kitchen, still busting various moves as if she was in a night club, not their apartment.

"I know," Shawn chuckles following her into the kitchen.

"You, you love it how I move you, you love it how I touch you," Camila sings with Ariana, putting everything she has into the performance and Shawn just can't get enough of her.

Camila is the only girl that can make a one person performance in the middle of their kitchen look amazing even with sweats on. He follows her movements as he leans against the kitchen island and can't help but feel aroused. It's not that her look is bringing it out of him, but more like the whole scenario. His amazing girlfriend is enjoying a peaceful evening in their home, dancing around the house, waiting for him to get home. He knows that they'll have dinner together, then maybe shower together with some possible hot and passionate sex, then fall asleep with her in his arms, cuddling under the covers. Just the thought of having all these little things in his life is giving him a hard time to keep his hands off of her.

He sneaks up behind her putting his arms around her waist and pulling her to his chest, kissing her cheek sloppily. Camila chuckles, still lightly loving to the rhythm so she is making him move as well.

"I love coming home to you," he mumbles into her ear before kissing into her hair.

"You're a sucker for my dance moves, aren't you?" Camila smirks up at him turning around in his arms to face him.

"Always have been," he chuckles down kissing her soft lips. "Can I get a private show every evening?"

"That's gonna cost you a lot," Camila scoffs playfully, running her fingers through his messy locks.

"I'd pay anything to see you dance around every evening for the rest of my life." He leans down for one more kiss before letting go of her. "So what is cooking over here?"

"Grilled some chicken, I'm making a salad. Go take a shower, dinner will be ready by then. You wrote you had a tiring day so cleaning up is also on me tonight," Camila kindly offers since the usual is that if one of them cooks the other does the cleanup. But Shawn shakes his head at her.

"We do the cleanup together and then go to bed together, I need you in bed with me," he insists making her chuckle.

"Understood, mister."

"Thank you. For everything," he whispers to Camila, kissing her forehead before heading to the bathroom.

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