"Morning, sleepy head." She grins when my eyes flutter open. The light that filters through the sheer curtains doesn't feel too bright as it usually would.

"Mmm, good morning, Beautiful." I hum and stretch out my arms with a yawn.

"Come on, we're going out today."

I groan and roll over, pulling the duvet up over my ears and snuggling down under the covers.

"Y/n..." she says in a warning tone and I can practically see her cocked brow even though I'm not looking at her.

I roll back over and try to hide my smile when I see that I was right.

"Get ready, we're going out today." She repeats in a sterner tone and leans over to kiss the top of my forehead before getting out of bed.

I give myself another moment before doing the same.

"Where are we going?" I inquire as I start rummaging through my suitcase for an outfit and she does the same for hers.

"I'm taking you out on a date. It won't be boring, I promise." She says calmly and I just nod and chew on my lip.

"A 'friendly' date?" I ask and she doesn't respond, so I know the answer must be no.

I look over at her to see her facing away from me and bending over into her bag, making the thin white shirt she wears ride up a little and reveal part of her boy shorts, disappointing.

"What about the paparazzi?"

"Don't worry about them." She says and it sounds like an instruction so I just nod my head and try not to.

Once I'm ready to go, I grab my camera and hang it around my neck and go to find Lauren.

Heading into the bedroom, I see her standing by and gazing out of the window with a thoughtful look on her face. She's wearing a dusty pink trench coat which has stitches in its back which sit just at the small of her back, making her backside a little more pronounced (not that it needs it), along with suede black boots that must reach mid-thigh, but their tops are covered by the coat. As I move around to stand beside her, I see that her sleeves are rolled to her elbows, and she has on her wide choker. I don't know what's under the coat because she has it fastened closed.

I can't help but snap a photo.

The sound of the shutter must get her attention before she looks over at me with a broad grin.

"Ready, Gorgeous?" She asks, sticking out her hand for me to take. I nod and do, and we head out into the city.

Usually, when we're in public we're very careful not to be too close to the other, not to be seen touching too intimately or even cuddling, not to do this or that. It's tiring and puts a real strain on the relationship because behind closed doors, we're some of the most affectionate people you'd ever meet. That's why her holding my hand in public has me sporting a giddy smile.

'Don't worry about them.' Repeats in my mind and I have a feeling she's reached her tipping point.

"Let's go down to the river first, yeah?" She suggests and I just nod since I don't really know where else there is to go. She sees my smile and it spreads to her face too, and she pulls me up under her arm lovingly.

When we get to the river, she's mesmerised by the water and the little boats mulling about, so she doesn't notice me taking another photo when she begins chewing on her thumb a little in thought.

"Y/n." She says and I realise I was staring a little longer than I'd been meaning to.

"Yeah?" I reply with a blush and she just moves up behind me and turns me back to face the water. She presses herself against me until we're basically flush with one another, and rests her chin on my shoulder.

Her fingers draw patterns up my arms until the slide down my sides and she fiddles with something behind my back, probably her coat's tie.

Sure enough, she then wraps her coat around the two of us as far as it'll reach and pushes back against me.

The skin of my back exposed by my crop top feels something warm hitting it, like bare skin. She must be wearing a crop top, too. Yep, that's it.

Still, my hand comes back to reach behind me and test that theory.

"What the- Lauren?" I question, turning a deep shade of crimson because my knuckles meet nothing but skin. They move too high and too low for regular clothing before they touch material, and by the deep chuckle that escapes her, I think I have a pretty good idea of what's going on.

"Lauren, what are you wea-"

"Turn around." She instructs and I gulp as I do so, turning quickly and so she's not exposed to any prying eyes because if she's done what I think she's done then that could mean disaster.

"Lauren..." I all I can say when I look down between us and see that she's wearing a matching set of lace underwear but nothing else. Isn't she cold?

"I told you it wouldn't be boring." She quirks a brow and I do remember her saying that "Our secret." She winks and leans down to kiss me. All of a sudden, the sound of clicking cameras and shouting people appear as though they were summoned from the ground itself and I pull my head back a little to look in her eyes.

I don't even have to say anything before she shakes her head slightly and whispers, "Don't worry about them, baby. It's okay."

This time when she leans in, I don't pull back. Instead, I'm the one that closes the gap.

Her arms wrap tightly around my waist, still holding the oversized coat around us both, and my hands move to rest just above her hips, little fingers landing on her panties.

I get lost in her as I'm sure she is in me, and I could've sworn that I couldn't hear anything anymore. All of my attention was on the gentle but strong lips sitting on my own.