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TEN MORE MINUTES

Chapter 2

Beck's POV

"What the fuck is this?" I softly exclaimed, taking in the view of Studio 2. I was in shock really, someone really did a number on this place. The table was covered in small bits of trash and potato chip bags, the rug looked like it went outside and played in Shrek's swamp, and the ashtray definitely has black & milds in it judging by the smell of the room. I shut the door and checked the time. I still had a few minutes to salvage this and get a better room before Camila gets here. There is no way I am letting her go near that room.

I begin my short trip back to the office with a small laugh. "I'm glad I got here first," I thought to myself. Rounding the corner I am immediately met with the sight of Camila. Before I could form a thought, I could hear her voice, "Beck!" Her pace quickened towards me. Camila is one of those few people whose energy will consume the room. Instantly I could feel the effect and found myself growing more excited for the work day. "How are you, Camil-," I was abruptly cut off by her body slamming into mine as she wrapped me into a tight hug. I felt myself sink into her embrace and I can't help but take a deep breath, finding more comfort in the soft smell of her perfume. The brunette then peeled herself off of me and adjusted her purse back into place. With excited eyes she responded, "Beck, I am so glad to be back! Today is going to be so much fun! But lead the way and we can catch up." Her smile was truly infectious, I began to open my mouth but was cut off again. "So tell me, how are you? What's new, what's been going on in your world?" I chuckled and pointed at the office just behind her. "Well Camila, I don't really have any updates for you," I trailed off and guided her small frame to turn towards the office. "But, we have a situation in Studio 2 so I need to get us into a different suite before we shoot the shit." Camila laughed and tilted her head back, her brown eyes noticeably scanning the upper portion of my body. Instinctively, I averted my eyes over to the office door. I looked back to the brunette next to me and her eyes were still trained on my own. "What was that?" I thought. Abandoning that thought, I opened my mouth to speak. "So, okay, just give me a few minutes. We should be able to get into another room with no problem, cool?" She nodded softly back to me. I couldn't help but stare back at her for a second too long. Finally I break free of her gaze and turn the door handle.

I stepped into the office and the door closed softly behind me. The young woman at the desk turned her eyes to me expectantly. "What do you need, Miss Adler?" Her voice was soft and held a helpful tone. I didn't bother to sit, I figure this won't take long to smooth out. "Right, so Studio 2 is a total mess. I'm hoping that Miss Cabello and I could get another suite for todays session. Also I imagine you probably want to tack on a fee to whoever had that room last." The young woman looked at me, then back to her computer screen. Her hand guided the mouse and clicked a few times, the room was otherwise silent. After a few moments she took in a swift breath and trained her attention back to me. "I see. So yes, we can get your party into another suite. It seems like the issue here is that a cleaning crew has not been scheduled to Studio 2." She clicked the mouse a few more times and turned back once more. "Okay, Miss Adler. Looks like we can get you into Studio 6 and the availability is open for the rest of the day. You can find it in the wing opposite to the previous suite. Is there anything else I can help you with today?" She questioned, smiling slightly and adjusted her posture to face me directly. I returned her smile, "No, thank you though. That is all I needed Ma'am!" She looked pleased and nodded gently. I turned and quickly exited the room.

"Okay! We are all set!" I cheerfully exclaimed. Camila quickly turned to me and offered a satisfied smile. "Alright so we are going to be down here somewhere," I gestured down the adjacent hallway and Camila followed my lead. Her voice emanated from behind me, "So what was wrong with the other one you had?" I chuckled at her question. "Well," I started with an exhausted tone. I was about to continue my explanation when I noticed we had reached our destination. "Oh shit, here we go. This is us." Both of us now trained our eyes to the plaque reading 'Studio 6.' I turned the handle and glanced into the studio. "Okay, this one will do," stating my satisfaction for the room. I ushered the brunette into the room and followed suite, heading straight for the workstation. "But anyways, when I went into the other studio, it was completely trashed. Like disgusting." The room was filled with Camila's laughter. "What? What was wrong with it?" She quipped, still chuckling as she waited for a fuller description. "So basically, there was garbage all over the lounge. It smelled like an ashtray, and the poor rug needs a baptism performed on it." We shared a moment of laughter at my description.

I plopped my frame into the rolling chair, immediately feeling eager to work. Like a captain at the helm of a ship. Fully in control, the course ahead at my mercy. "I love this job," I thought to myself and let out a content sigh.

I looked over to Camila, also making herself comfortable on the couch in the back of the room. She returned my gaze and asked, "So, what has been going on in Beck's world?" Her tone was neutral and she leaned back into her seat. I turned my eyes to the floor and thought for a few moments.

"Well, not too much. I explored the city a bit, you know L.A. is something new to me." I chucked. She nodded with a small smile, waiting for me to continue. "It's kind of funny, you really can buy anything here. The shopping is on another level, but besides that, I've just been holed up in the hotel working and hanging out by the pool. I know, I should probably do some sight seeing but that's just not my thing," I shrugged, showing my lack of interest. "What about you? What have you been up to lately?" I questioned the brunette. She adjusted herself, sitting forward a bit. Her voice was soft as she spoke, "Besides working, I got to see some old friends. I was telling a few people a while ago that I would be back in the city for the album so I try to get together with some friends as long as I can fit it around the schedule." Camila chuckled. "It can be challenging though, everyone is so busy working on some project or they are tied up with their own jobs." I nodded in the affirmative and agreed, "Yeah, the people here live fast and die hard, huh?" We laughed at my observation. "Oh for sure! They say New York is the city that never sleeps but L.A. is the city that never stops working!" I could feel myself grow more comfortable as we laughed and joked about nothing important. The brunette offered me a sincere expression, "But you really should get out and meet people, Beck! If you'd like, I could take you out to meet with some friends. It would be fun! Have some drinks, talk, and let loose." I pondered over her offer. "This could be a good thing. I could do some networking," I thought to myself. I smirked and met her gaze once more, "Thanks for the offer. I would like that, Camila." She looked satisfied with my answer, then suddenly her face lit up. "Oh my God!" She exclaimed. My confusion was painted across my face now. "You can meet Taylor! You will love her! She will love you!" Her excitement was boundless. The Latina was practically bouncing out of her seat, her arms outstretched from her body conveying her confidence in the matter. I couldn't help but laugh. Camila really is the life of every space she inhabits. "Taylor Swift?" I half questioned and half exclaimed. The brunette nodded back to me excitedly. "That sounds great! I'd love to meet her! Just let me know the time and the place. Also what to wear because I want to kill the first impression." She was amused, the sound of our laughter went on, then was replaced by a soft sigh from the young woman. "Sure thing, Beck."

I realized we were all caught up now. It was probably time to get some work done. "So, let's get to it then!" I spun in my chair a few times. I could hear Camila stand from the couch and she made her way over to the workstation I was now setting up for our session. "I still want to learn how to do what you do," She spoke with a tone of wonder. I chuckled shortly. "You could do it, for sure. You certainly have the ear and a touch for detail," I assured her. She looked to me, I assume for encouragement. I faced her, looking up slightly as she was bent at the waist, resting her hands on the mixing console. "Really, it's easier than you think. A lot of this stuff looks crazy but it is just a tool. Think of it like an instrument. So, here's an example. Go ahead and push these all the way down," I pointed to the gain controls. She followed my instructions and asked for the next step, "Okay, what next?" She was very focused on the board now. "Alright so you just turned down all of our gain levels. So no sound is feeding out of the system."

I pushed my chair back and stood up, motioning for her to sit. With a couple of excited steps that might as well have been a happy dance, the brunette seated herself and bit at her lip. Her smile was contagious, I couldn't help but be happy for her in this moment. It reminds me of my first time, only that I was more eager to impress and almost paralyzed by the fear of failure.

"Alright, so the ball is the mouse. It is a bit weird but also kind of cool," I laughed as she played with it a bit, getting somewhat more familiar with it. I moved around her chair to get closer to the monitor. "So, right here is the list of our tracks. Double click on any one of those," I pointed at the list on the screen. She clicked onto the first in the list and the track was loaded onto the screen. "This is so cool! So how do I play this?" Camila was bubbling over with excitement at this point. I chuckled but was quick to answer, "Alright so go ahead and double click this. This is always going to take you to the beginning of the first measure." She did as I instructed and turned to me for the next step. I leaned down onto the edge of the mixing station to get a better look at the words on the top of the screen. "So now we are going to make sure that our output from the computer is being received. So click this and then click the tab that says input slash output." I watched as Camila successfully opened the settings. Everything was exactly the way it was supposed to be. "Alright, so everything is good on our end, I had already hooked up to the console but we always have to double check everything before we get started. So let's double check that our gain levels are still all the way down." She looked back to the knobs she previously adjusted. "Okay, check!" The brunette exclaimed. I chuckled, "Alright, then let's play something. Exit out of our settings and go back to the track overview." I noticed she struggled a bit to retrace her steps, but she got back to the right place after a few moments. "Okay, so the space bar is going to be our stop and go, same as you would do in a DAW on your laptop. So, when you are ready you can press the space bar and then we are going to adjust the gain levels so that we can hear what we are playing." Camila whipped her head to me, our faces were now only inches apart. I couldn't help but notice our proximity and the detail in her eyes. "That's it?" She questioned, a hint of surprise in her voice. I nodded and stood up straight, turning my attention back to the board. "Go ahead and then slowly turn up each gain. Not too much at first, we want to hear the track and then we can take it higher." The brunette turned back to the monitor and pressed the space bar, she looked slightly confused for a moment that there was no sound. Then she shifted her focus to the knobs. "She looks so nervous," I thought. I watched as she cautiously pushed at one of the knobs. Suddenly, we could hear the track playing. "Okay, so do that with the rest but keep this one a bit lower than the others. That is your mic, and we do not need much there until we set it up with your volume range." She was really taking control now and she played with the knobs.

I stepped back and pulled out my phone. Quickly, I snapped a few candid shots of the focused young woman and called to her, "Camila!" She looked up to me and pulled her hands back like she had done something wrong. I laughed and pointed to my phone, "Smile for the camera, Miss Producer!" She looked relieved and turned in the chair. The young brunette offered a few different poses and we laughed together. I could tell she was feeling quite accomplished and far more capable of taking on something new. I walked back over to her with my photo album opened, ready to show her the pictures. "Let me see! This is so much fun!" Camila exclaimed. Handing over the phone, I watched as she carefully examined all of the pictures, a small smile adorning her face.

I walked around her and reached down to pause the track that was still playing over the speakers. The only sound left in the room was her soft giggle. I turned to ask of the Latina's opinion. "So, what do you think? Not too bad, right?" She looked up to me, her eyes were lit up with excitement. "I love it! I felt like I was in my own world for a second," she boasted happily. I laughed and felt a bit proud of the brunette in that moment. "You really are a natural, Camila." She made a pose, feigning confidence, which gained a good laugh from the both of us.

Before our conversation could carry on, my phone began to ring, the sound emanating an alarming tone throughout the room. Both sets of our eyes locked on to the device still in Camila's hands. The latter swiftly handed the phone over to me, the name on the screen is admittedly one I would prefer not to hear from. I grumbled and looked to the brunette in front of me, "Let me take this call and then we can get started." My tone was less than enthusiastic. It was obvious that Camila has sensed my disdain and her face turned to one of understanding, with a small nod to accompany. I walked past the Latina and accepted the call as I pushed my way through the door. I leaned back against the hallway wall and greeted the voice in my phone, "Hey Jess, what's up?"

** Author's Note**

Hey guys! I hope you all enjoyed the new chapter :) the next is going to be from Camila's POV once again!

#submission #lgbtq+#slash #Camila #continuing #queer #fluff #au

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camilacabellofanfiction · 2 years ago

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TEN MORE MINUTES

Chapter 1

Camila's POV

I really do not understand why these meetings carry on for so long. Everyone seems to be making the same point but refuses to admit they are agreeing with one another. The chatter around the table drones on and no progress has been made in the past thirty-eight minutes. Only about twenty more minutes and then I can return to her. I can't help but look forward to seeing her again and again. It's nothing really, just a crush. But god, she's all I can think about.

A week ago I would have panicked at the feeling and what that must mean for me. The thoughts would race through me like lightning. My heart pounding, eyes scrunched as I try to stop the intrusive questions around my sexuality. Truth be told, there was a time when I had been more comfortable facing my attraction to women, I had embraced it even. It feels like such a long time ago and frankly, so much has changed. It hurts for a moment to think about. A daunting feeling washed over me and I feel eighteen again, fully at the mercy of management that doesn't approve. I looked down to my feet resting on the floor and adjusted my glasses on my face.

Suddenly all of the voices around me seem to quiet down and Mark looks to me expectantly. "What do you think, Camila?" The silence is the only thing I can focus on now. "Think about what, Mark?" The expectant face now turns to one of annoyance. "What are your thoughts on the interview line up?" I could clearly hear the bite in his tone now. I pause for a moment, looking over the page. The top of the line up is Apple Music with Zane Lowe, "Looks great guys." I feel a wave of comfort, I have missed Zane. What a better way to start the promo tour for my album? Zane is one of the few I have met through the years of stardom that I can honestly say is a friend. I take one more glance at the clock; six minutes until this meeting is over. I let out a soft sigh, "I'm ready" I thought to myself. Before I could regain my excitement, Serena sends us off. "Thank you all for your support and your time, everyone. We have our work cut out for the next few weeks. See you all next week." She finished with a smile, seemingly genuine. I gather my iPad and charger, lastly my tea. As I was making my way out of the conference room I can hear Mark calling my name. "Camila! Listen, can I give you some quick feedback?" he gestured down the hallway, away from the people funneling through the doorway behind me. A small huff makes its way out, "Of course," I thought. "What's up Mark?" I follow his lead, he made sure we stood just out of earshot. "Camila, I know meetings are frustrating and sometimes it can be difficult to focus. I can't help but notice that you have been distracted. But these people have come together for you. You have got to respect their time and be present for them." Here we go. Mark takes a breath and waits for me to meet his eyes. "What ever it is that you have going on can wait, okay? Do not forget that you need these people." He paused again, his eyes were like daggers silently telling me to pay close attention. His face softened slightly and he sighed. "Just don't waste their time, they want to be here and they are going to be a part of this until the end. They have a stake in this too, and just as many hours as you." I could tell he was being sincere. Mark was right, as much as I don't want to admit. I cleared my throat, "You're absolutely right, Mark. I forget sometimes that this kind of work is much bigger than I am." He nodded his head and a small smile came to his face. "Thank you. That is understandable, it happens to all of us." I nodded my head and mutter "yeah." We exchange our goodbyes and agree to see each other soon.

I turn swiftly on my heels and recount my conversation with Mark. Immediately I feel a pang of regret, of course I have done this process many times before, all different crews and always having distractions. He is right, next week I won't make the same mistake.

I can't help but notice my excitement for this radio tour is absent this time around though. Well, let me rephrase, my excitement is misplaced. I wonder for a moment if I should feel guilty. Robbing my own work of my attention to give to someone else. To give to her. I shake my head in the negative. "Stop it," I think to myself. If there is one thing I have learned it is to not dwell on feelings that aren't relevant. "I am still invested in this." I assure myself as I approach the elevator. I make a point to be mindful and move to a more positive line of thoughts.

I pressed the button and watch as the elevator on my left slowly rises to this floor. A few moments pass and the doors finally open. A group spills past the doorway, every one of them dressed in expensive office attire, clutching paperwork. I step into the empty elevator and watch them as they walk away. I wonder if they might be lawyers. The doors close slowly and I quickly press the button to the lobby.

I have made this trip enough to know that I am about ten minutes out from her. My heart begins beating rapidly. Reaching for my phone, I open my camera app and look closely at my makeup, scanning for any imperfections. After some careful examination I am satisfied with my appearance. The elevator shifts and I put my phone back into my purse as the doors open.

The sound of the bustling lobby spills into the elevator and I can feel my nerves highten. I step into the lobby, immediately I can feel my breath even out as my surroundings expand. This building is beautiful. Two large staircases on either side of me, tall ceilings and tall windows with plenty of natural sunlight. The temperature is perfect and there are no drafty pockets. I reach into my purse and unfold my sunglasses, as I put them on I can see my driver waiting for me at back of the car. I then glance to the doorman, he has a toothy smile and always smells fantastic. He nodded to me and opened the door for me, never taking his attention away. I swiftly thanked him and shifted my focus to my driver, Fernando. My steps quickened and I waved to him, "Hi!" I exclaimed. "How was it, Miss Cabello?" he asked in a thick hispanic accent. "So great!" I responded sarcastically and laughed to myself. The Colombian man smiled and ushered me inside the car. Only a few moments passed and the car was moving. "About eight more minutes." I thought. My excitement returned and I watched the cars pass occasionally switching my attention to the pedestrians on the sidewalks. Some in groups and some on their journey alone. I wonder what it must be like to walk along a busy street with my head buried in my phone. Nobody paying any attention. After some time I turn back to the interior of the car and take a deep breath, now noticing my smile is still in place. I reach for my phone and check the time, three more minutes. A rapid wave of excitement flies through my body, I can feel every cell jump to life and the air feels cold suddenly. I am restless now, eager to jump out of my seat. I wonder if she is waiting for me already or if she wants to catch up for a bit. I mean, it's been a week now so surely we have plenty to talk about. I'm just thinking in circles now. I wonder "What is Beck thinking about right now?

**Author's Note**

hiii val and lovelies! <3 i am rusty but I am back! 8 years since my last fic :)

I know this is a slow start but be patient babes, you are in good hands! the second chapter will be coming in the next few days. Next chapter is going to be from Beck's POV. I'm not sure how often I will have updates for y'all but I'm hoping at least one a week or so.

I probably shouldn't but I'm cheating a little bit and posting my own fics to kick off the site! love yall- Admin Dara

find me on wattpad & tumblr @daracudda

#Camila #continuing #lgbtq+#angst #submission #au #queer #Cabello #camila cabello

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STAY THE NIGHT

Laughter filled the humid air of a warm summer night as four best friends told stories around a barbecue pit loaded with meats and vegetables. While drinking ungodly amounts of wine, the women went on about anything and everything. Currently the group was giggling over a story Ally, the oldest of the four, was sharing animatedly.

"..No! Wait, it gets better!" the women cackled waiting for the short latina to continue. "To make matters worse, she thought Brandon was me!" The group bursted into more fits of laughter.

"H-hold on, wait.. So she thought she walked in on you having sex with your assistant?" Normani asked, out of breath from laughing.

"Yeah, and honestly, I'm not even mad that she mistook Brandon for me. I just can't get over the fact that she thought he was a woman!"

Camila butted in after her laughter subsided and she caught her breath, "I don't know, Ally, he does have long hair and slim shoulders. From behind I could probably mistake him for a woman." She pondered outloud. The other three women agreed silently after picturing just what the brunette had illustrated verbally. Their silence lasted only a moment before Dinah, the youngest yet tallest of the group, spoke out.

"Aye, so when is these kabobs gonna be done?" The polynesian pointed to the pit with a pointed look. "Ya girl is hungry." Normani rolled her eyes at the predictable blonde.

"Hm, give 'em about ten more." Ally responded with a wave of the hand. That was enough to suffice the women. While the next ten minutes ticked by, they made more small talk and relaxed on the patio.

Just when Camila and Ally had begun putting the food onto the plates to be served, a rustling sound disrupted them. "What was that?" Ally questioned nervously. The other three looked around the yard for anything invading their gathering.

"Chill, Ally. It was probably just a possum or a cat." Dinah spoke too soon because now, the sound returned but with the addition of grunting. "Holy shit. I take it back, thats not a cat." Now all of the women stood up and began retreating to the door. Just as Camila reached for the handle, a body came tumbling over the wooden fence with a thud. The terrified friends waited for any signs of life but were relieved to hear a muttered 'oh shit' after some moments of silence. The four women looked to one another not knowing what to do.

Camila finally called out, "Uh, hey.. Are you okay?" The person in question rolled over to face the source of the voice calling to her. The woman laying in the damp grass blinked slowly and shook her head in the affirmative.

"Yeah I'm fine. So uh, are you guys uh, cooking?" The unknown woman questioned. Normani and Ally had to stifle a giggle. Camila turned to give the others a look saying, 'this girl is so drunk.'

"Um, yeah we are actually." Dinah answered wearily.

"Sweet, so uh, mind if I join?" The black haired mystery countered. Normani nearly choked while the others giggled. "I mean, it smells really really good, so is it cool if, you know, if I could join and just chill?" She stuttered now gaining her bearings and sitting up properly to address the group. Camila turned to her friends and they all nodded or shrugged so she figured 'why not?'

"Sure. Come on in, I'm sure you could use something to drink." The stranger smirked and found her way to her feet to join the others inside. Camila held the door while everyone else set up plates and refilled glasses. When the woman reached the patio, the light allowed Camila to see more of her features. The brunette instantly noticed hazy emerald eyes, wondering distractedly what they would look like in the sunlight. Before she could process any movement, seeing as she was mesmerized, those eyes were stood mere inches from hers, staring into hers expectantly. Camila inhaled, pulling herself together, and confidently asked, "Got a name, green eyes?" with a slight smirk. The woman opposing her mimicked the smirk with a glint of playfulness in her emerald eyes.

"Lauren." she breathed out after holding the silence for so long. They held eye contact for a moment longer before Lauren stepped around her to join the others inside. 'Lauren' Camila mouthed to herself. When the brunette turned around she was met with the amused faces of her friends and an awe struck Lauren admiring the architecture of her home. "Wow, nice place..." She trailed off. Now it was the older woman's turn to wait for a name.

"Camila."

"Camila. Hm, nice name too." The raven haired woman countered. Camila shared a knowing glance with her friends who made suggestive nods, winks, and smirks. Ally waved subtly to grab the brunette's attention and signaled a drinking motion with her hand. A confused look spread across Camila's face. Ally rolled her eyes and checked to see if the raven haired woman was looking towards them then pointed to the stranger and mouthed, 'ask her if she wants a drink!' almost in an aggressive manner. Camila mouthed 'oh' and addressed the woman.

"So, Lauren, would you like anything to drink?" The woman in question spun around to face Camila then smiled and pondered for a moment.

"Sure, but I'll just stick to water since I'm already losing it." The group giggled at her humor. Lauren kept her emerald eyes trained on the brunette as she was handed a glass of water from Ally, muttering a quick 'thank you.' The attention didn't go unnoticed, causing the host to blush and return to her food preparation; Lauren smirked at the behavior, knowing she had caused the confident woman to become nervous with her silent flirting. Getting caught in these thoughts of the young brunette, Lauren took a moment to appreciate the toned, petite body working diligently at the food. The raven haired woman admired the toned legs that seemed to go on for miles that met a full, round, and plump behind, continuing up the slender waist where the soft brunette waves that cascade like a waterfall, end. Now the body being admired was facing her own; Causing a flustered and red-handed Lauren to meet eyes with chocolate brown. Camila smirked with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Ready to eat?" The brunette asked in a playful manner that made Lauren and the others internally question the meaning of the loaded question.

There was no doubt a sexual tension that could be felt during the dinner shared between the friends and new acquaintance. It seemed that Lauren and Camila could not keep their eyes off of one another. Whether it be Lauren blatantly checking out the brunette opposing her, or Camila making flirty and suggestive unsubtle stares.

When the women had finished eating it was nearly 1am. After many suggestive and sexual comments regarding Camila and Lauren, the remaining trio decided it was time to head out. The women exchanged goodbyes and goodnights sending the three home safely. Now Camila turned to face the green eyed acquaintance standing in her foyer.

"So, Lauren, where are you staying tonight?" The brunette posed. Lauren took this opportunity to make a suggestion at staying in the brunette's home.

"Well, I was figuring you would invite me to stay over." The raven haired woman answered confidently. Camila raised a perfectly plucked brow at the statement.

"Oh, is that so?" She countered. Lauren took a step towards the young latina, making an innocent face. Camila crossed her arms and stood a bit straighter.

"Well, considering that I am extremely intoxicated, it would be wise to keep an eye on me." Lauren paused and gained confidence for what she would say next. "Or you could put some other things on me. Maybe even take some things off." Camila grew hot at the suggestion but figured two could play at that game. Unravelling her slender arms from in front of her chest, Camila raised her left hand to gently lay a finger on Lauren's left shoulder. Stepping around the green eyed woman, Camila dragged her finger along Lauren's left shoulder, across the back of her neck, and continued to glide the digit across her right shoulder, completing its trip and causing the raven haired woman to shudder. The young latina now standing behind her new acquaintance, took in the view of Lauren's generous backside and leaned forward to propose her opinion in the woman's right ear.

"Well, Lauren, these clothes do seem rather uncomfortable. I'm sure we can find a way to make you much more comfortable." The suggestive brunette whispered hotly against the raven haired woman's ear, causing the latter to grow hot with sexual frustration and need. Camila placed her hands on the woman's hips and turned a heavy-breathing Lauren to face her. Emerald eyes filled with lust met with blown brown bulbs.

Without another word, Camila took Lauren's hand in her own and began guiding her guest up the carpeted staircase to the second floor, where Camila's room waits, empty. Upon landing on the second floor, the brunette spun around to face the green eyed woman and continued their journey, facing backwards now. The pair held intense eye contact until Camila's back bumped into her wooden door, causing Lauren to giggle, slightly breathless. Releasing one of the raven haired woman's hands, Camila reached behind her back to open the door that separated the two from 'comfort.' Once the door clicked open, Lauren pushed at Camila's waist, guiding the brunette towards the empty king size bed. As Camila situated herself on the matress, the older woman closed the bedroom door and spun around to face the brunette already unbuttoning her blouse. Taking in a shaky breath, Lauren took tentative steps towards Camila, never taking her eyes away from the hands that seemed to be willingly exposing their owner. As she neared, Lauren ducked down slightly, reaching to take the place of Camila's hands.

"You've taken care of me tonight, let me take care of you." Lauren whispered into Camila's ear, finishing the statement with a light nibble on the lobe. Camila sucked in a deep breath, allowing Lauren to take the reigns. Brown eyes flitted up to watch the concentrated green eyes as button by button was slowly undone. When Lauren had finished unbuttoning Camila's blouse, she roughly grabbed the collar and tugged the latina towards her greedy lips. Camila was momentarily stunned at the unexpected action but quickly focused back to what was happening. Their breaths intermingled as their noses teasingly brushed against one another. Slender arms wrapped around Lauren's pale neck and lips met for the first time. Both sets of lips were gliding together smoothly, sucking and biting occasionally until they were swollen and red. When the women pulled away from each other they panted, breathless and somewhat sated.

Camila pushed Lauren's shoulders silently telling her to scoot back and lean against the headboard as she straddled her acquaintance's lap. Lauren removed Camila's blouse and semi-casual slacks leaving the brunette perched on her lap in matching black lace lingerie.

Lauren had only just begun admiring the petite body; in every sense. Pale hands explored the curves of tan skin. Emerald eyes studied Camila's form appreciatively, causing the latter's pulse to quicken significantly. Lips pressed at the skin of Camila's neck, tongue peaking out to taste the brunette. Camila's musky arousal scent pleasantly filled Lauren's nose. And Camila's moans of pleasure rang out, filling the room with what Lauren would call music.

Camila was moaning like crazy in the older latina's lap as the latter teased and pleased. Lauren sent a wandering hand to Camila's core, momentarily shocked to find an abundance of wetness soaking through the black lace adorning restless hips. Smirking, Lauren leaned forward to Camila's ear and whispered, "I'm ready for dessert" with such desire it made the brunette shudder in anticipation. Camila groaned impatiently, her aching and soaked center needing relief. Camila ground down on the pale hand still resting at her core. Lauren smirked at the brunette's needy actions and kissed a trail down her tan neck. The older latina nipped, sucked, and licked at the brunette's neck and collar bones as the latter continued grinding and whimpering above her. When Lauren's lips moved down towards Camila's breasts, Camila instantly relieved herself of the lace garment to give the talented lips more access. Upon reaching the perky mounds, Lauren instantly took a swollen nipple into her mouth eliciting the loudest moan yet from Camila. After a few minutes of appreciating one nipple she moved to the other, giving it the same treatment. Looking up into chocolate eyes, Lauren began to kiss down Camila's torso towards the latter's navel. Camila watched with desire and anticipation etched on her face. Lauren held the brunette's stare as her tongue dipped inside Camila's navel, coaxing a gasp out of the latina. When pearly teeth nipped at the sensitive skin around Camila's navel, she earned more than a gasp.

"Oh, Lauren, please." Camila begged, writhing on the bed.

Lauren spoke with a smirk, "Please what, Camila?" The brunette being questioned panted as Lauren teasingly lifted the waistband of her panties only to release it and let the material snap back to the skin it hugged previously. Camila moaned at the light contact from being so worked up.

"Please fuck me." The young latina demanded breathily. Without further ado, Lauren slid the soaked panties down caramel legs that went on for miles. When the raven haired woman raised her eyes she was met with lustfully hungry dark brown eyes. A pale hand teasingly slipped up Camila's inner thigh and rested next to the apex of the thighs. Now, Camila was nearly biting through her bottom lip, beyond ready to begin. She sighed in relief when the fingers resting on her thigh finally made contact with her wet folds, soon turning the sigh into a moan of relief. Lauren smirked, having gained the reaction she desired.

"How do you want me to fuck you, Camila?" Lauren asked with a low tone. The brunette in question could feel her body temperature rising by the second and exhaled harshly. Tan fingers laced in black locks pulled the head towards hers until her lips were slightly touching Lauren's.

"I want you to fuck me like you mean it." The brunette whispered hotly sending white heat to her lover's core.

Lauren could not deny the brunette's request even if she tried. Burying two fingers deep inside of Camila, Lauren slowly stretched her in preparation for the fucking she was about to give. When she felt the brunette was ready, she began a harsh pace causing her moans of pleasure to increase in volume immensly. When Lauren thrusted into a spongey patch, the writhing brunette cried out for the neighborhood to hear. Camila's walls were fluttering and Lauren knew what that meant. The raven haired woman descended quickly and latched her swollen lips to Camila's straining clit giving the latter just what she needed before she was sent to oblivion only to come crashing down mumbling nonsense and fragments of Lauren's name.

When she finally came down from what may have been the highest high she personally has experienced, Camila rolled onto her side to face the older latina. "You are such a beautiful sight to see like that." Lauren spoke, looking at the petite brunette almost lovingly. Camila blushed deeply at Lauren's brashness and muttered a sweet thank you.

The pair cuddled and caressed each other for some time before Lauren sat up to get ready and leave. Camila sat up in time to grab Lauren's hand and when their eyes met she pleaded, "Please don't go. Stay the night." Lauren smiled gratefully at the brunette and crawled back into the bed, resuming their cuddle session until sleep won their forms over.

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