Curious (Oct 1983)

by Salvanella

Summary:

Cam and Joe have been together for a few months now.
There's a storm raging over Dallas, so they're staying at his for the weekend.
There maybe some 'storms' inside too ... (Takes place between S01E07-08)

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Warning: sexual explicit (but you got that from the rating and tags, right?)

Chapter 1: Saturday Morning: Breakfast

Summary:

Domestic Cam and Joe - put them in a confined space and observe.

A continuation of Cam and Joe's relationship, now actually dating.

For the purpose of the series - Cam's 23rd birthday was in July and Joe's 36th is in November.

Notes:

HACF timeline: - between S01E05-07 Major spoilers if you haven't seen the show

-Thurs, Jun 30 – Cam has a new manager at Cardiff, Joe calls her unprofessional. Cam get annoyed and goes to clear things from Joe’s apartment and meets Joe’s father. Joe & Gordon have dinner with the Japanese vendors.

-Fri, Jul 1 – Cam tells Joe she met his father. KYCD Car Smash – Joe & Cam get it back on (S01E05)

-Aug 15-21 Hurricane Alicia, landfall'Thursday 18 (S01E06)

- Mon night, Aug 15 – Cam calls Joe out for lying about his scars and tells him he needs to be authentic
– Tues, Aug 16 - morning, Cam arrives home, doesn’t tell room mates, YoYo or musician where she’s been (she missed his gig on Mon night). YoYo gives her special version of RPG, which she plays and it inspires the new OS.
- Tues, Aug 16 - at Cardiff, Cam tells Gordon and Joe about new OS.
- Tues, Aug 16 - night – Cam is stuck, and sleeps with musician.
- Wed, Aug 17 - morning - Cam's working on new OS, declines YoYo's lift to Cardiff.
- Thurs, Aug 18 – Coders start to work on the new OS. Altercation with Gordon in the bullpen, after Gordon tells all & the coders learn Cam is sleeping with Joe. Cam stays at office with Bos. Gordon looks for a Cabbage Patch kid for Joanie. Joe goes to dinner at Gordon/Donna’s and later goes to Cam’s, tells her the real scar story. Stays the night at hers. Assume Cam and Joe are together now.
- Oct 17 Mon – Joe's meeting with Simon, Joe tells Cam about their relationship and she learns he's bisexual ((S01E07).

‘Curious’ timeline:

- Oct 28 Fri – 30 Sun – Cam and Joe spend the weekend together at his ...

HACF timeline:

- Nov, Thur 17 approx– Cam hacks the bank for Bos (.
- Nov Fri 25 – Bos arrested (S01E08)
- Nov 27 Sun – drive to COMDEX (28-30 Mon-Wed) Cam splits up with Joe because he backs Gordon's decision to remove her OS (S01E09)
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Ch. 1

9.36 a.m. Saturday, October 29th, 1983.

Cameron Howe woke up to the loud sound of rain. It’d started last night and according to the forecast it was in for the whole weekend.

Not for the first time she was alone in her boss and now boyfriend, Joe MacMillan’s king size bed. It was a usual occurrence that he got up earlier than her.

Over the rain, she could just about hear the occasional noise coming from the other side of the apartment.

Her nose told her breakfast was being prepared, her stomach growled, confirming it.

She looked out the large bedroom window, Dallas looked gray and miserable. The rain drummed, almost horizontally against the window due to the driving winds.

It wasn’t quite the same ferocity as the hurricane back in August, but she extremely was glad she was inside all the same.

She decided to go and find Joe and left the warmth of his bed. She found her tee-shirt and panties neatly folded on his unused vanity dresser.

As was his habit, he rounded up and tidied clothes from wherever they were hastily discarded in the heat of passion.

Last night, they'd started in the kitchen and made it as far as one of his two armchairs in the living room.

It was useful for her, as she didn't need to hunt high and low for her clothes.

But she shook her head; she didn’t know if cleaning was just an odd habit or some sort of compulsion for him.

She was completely the opposite, and often found herself the target of his wrath.

However, she wouldn’t tolerate any of his bullshit, and gave as good as she got as she was a born fighter.

It was something that they were still working out between them.

But they’d had a fun night the night before, cleaning issues aside. They had great sexual chemistry and enjoyed each other’s bodies immensely.

Joe was in the kitchen cooking on the stove. She sneaked up and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, she liked how he jumped and then relaxed back into her. He was so warm, and she snuggled into his tall frame.

He was wearing an off-white long-sleeved tee-shirt with the arms pushed up, it hung loosely over his black sweatpants. His hair, while not messy, lacked the styling products he overused on workdays.

She loved his casual look.

He looked so different from how he projected himself at work, all sharp suits and even sharper hair.

‘Good morning,’ she purred happily.

‘Well good morning, sleepy head. I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed,’ he said smiling, lifting up one arm and trying to turn around and kiss her, but she was holding him too tightly.

‘Sounds good, I’m more than happy to take you back to bed,’ she said flirting, ‘What have we got?’ she asked peeking around him into the pan, she could see eggs, but her nose told her there was bacon as well.

They’d stopped off after work last night and went food shopping to stock up on supplies and she'd seen him put some in their trolley.

'Their trolley,' Cam tried the phrase out again in her head, the use of the plural pronoun thrilled her.

The domestic task was strange for both of them.

They’d done it a couple of times now, but both being loners, it still felt peculiar. They shared looks and some nervous giggles over choosing what to buy, never having actively planned to have a whole weekend in each others company before.

It’d been fun and easy. Not everything was between them, but after few months together now, they were trying to make room for one another.

She knew he disapproved of her over reliance on orange soda and junk food, but he surprised her by keeping quiet as some of her favorite snacks found their way into the trolley.

She had to admit that she ate considerably better when she stayed at his.

It was by unspoken agreement that they'd spend the weekend there.

There just were too many people living and hanging about at the house she was sharing with some of the other coders from Cardiff Electric.

While on occasion he had stayed over, they were still very much enjoying the newness of their relationship. As they were so physical, it was much easier and less embarrassing for everyone when they were at his.

Besides, his bed was bigger and firmer; he'd always complain of back ache and cold feet at hers. Beds would always be an issue for him as he was 6' 5".

Anyway, they weren't just limited to the bedroom at his, so it was better. They both seem to revel in the sexual freedom.

She marveled how quickly their relationship had evolved.

They’d had sex on the very first day they met, not that she counted it, they were both rather drunk and she’d actually left not long after they’d started as he’d pissed her off.

But the spark had been there from the beginning.

They’d both felt it and had tried to resist its pull.

They failed.

Once she’d started working at Cardiff, she’d started using him for sex, despite the fact she thought he was an arrogant asshole.

She lied to herself that because of that, she wouldn’t fall for him even though she found him attractive.

They’d been fucking, ostensibly to help her get ‘unstuck’ while she was trying to write the BIOS for Cardiff Electric’s new portable computer, newly named the Giant.

Joe had personally headhunted her and convinced her to leave her final year at Austin Tech, before she graduated.

He’d gone along with the sex, initially to keep her on track, and he had a ravenous sexual appetite.

He’d thought that she’d write the BIOS and then would be gone in a few weeks.

But she proved her worth and had been a valuable asset.

He’d convinced himself that it was solely because of her talent and nothing to do with the feelings he’d started to develop for her.

It was the best sex Cam’d ever had and it was getting better the more they ‘practiced.’

He was 12 years older than her at 35, but she’d been growing in confidence the more she learned.

The relationship helped her start to be more empathetic, although she had a long way to go.

While she helped him feel young again.

Reclaiming the youth that through no fault of his own he'd had to cast side earlier than others.

At times it’d felt like a battle of wills between them, it was part of the attraction and had become part of sex too.

He seemed to enjoy shocking her, and she took it gamely.

But he was generous with her as well and let her experiment on him.

But neither had wanted to admit that they'd started to care for the other.

They were both loners and had traumatic childhoods.

Joe had the dubious honor of winning that particular round with not only a near death experience but being lied to by his father for over two decades that his mother was dead after he'd sent her away.

Two aces that topped her king and queen.

Cam only had lost her father when she was nine and then had a mother who was more into substance abuse than her young daughter.

It affected them in different ways, but neither were good at dealing with their emotions.

Joe mostly hid his behind a mask and steam rollered over other people and their feelings.

Whereas when she felt threatened, Cam would often lash out in anger, not caring if the response matched the provocation, only caring that she shut them down.

She was very good at that.

But it’d really shocked Cam when he’d finally told her the truth about how he'd got his scars and the full story of his parents.

She understood then why he'd lied. In a way they were more believable and certainly easier to talk about than the truth.

The different parts had come out over one traumatic night, and it had been difficult for both of them.

Although, ultimately opening up and being vulnerable in front of the other would be the best thing to heal themselves.

He’d only found out that his mother hadn’t died when he was 11 just over a year ago, as his father told him the truth after she actually had.

So he had the fresh pain and the knowledge that she’d been alive and he could have had her in his life and known her for another 23 years, but his father had prevented it.

He had buried his anger, rather than deal with it.

Well, he’d mostly buried it, he’d hit out once in dramatic style and caused millions of dollars worth of damage to his then and his father's current employer, IBM.

The knowledge about his past had softened her to him, and she understood his need for self-protection.

He hadn’t been just playing her, as she’d thought at the time.

That was back in August, and things had changed a lot between them since then.

That would be part of the reason that they would be bound together, but there was more to it. Their connection was something that none of their other partners would ever be able to break between them, even long after they'd split up.

After the hurricane, it helped that everybody at work had found out about them too, and they didn’t need to sneak around any more.

They’d basically fallen into a proper relationship by accident.

It was just assumed that they were dating, neither had confessed to loving the other.

Nor would they.

Although they both did.

It was new territory for them.

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‘Mmmm ... bed sounds good,’ he said, using his very sonerous sultry voice, then continued by reeling off their breakfast menu, ‘So there’s scrambled eggs with bacon and there will be buttered toast-' as he switched off a dial on the stove, 'In about five minutes.’ he said sounding proud, ‘And there’s coffee,’ he inclined his head to the coffee maker.

‘Ooh, fantastic!’ she said as she shivered against him.

He was able to turn in her arms now, ‘OK, Miss Howe, go get a sweater, take one from my closet if you need to and go back to bed, I’ll bring this in soon.’ and he ducked down for a long lingering kiss.

‘Hmmm, yes, Mr MacMillan, sir,’ and she smiled up at him.

He playfully swatted her backside as she went out the kitchen.

On the way back to the bedroom, she decided to put some music on his stereo, she’d been trying to educate him, and over various visits had brought a selection of her tape cassettes over.

Mostly she hated his music, although there were some that she’d not known before and had liked.

She’d knew who David Bowie was, of course, but had never really listened to his music. She thought he was pretty cool for an old guy.

Mostly, he disliked her music, but for some reason was more tolerant when she played it.

As long as it wasn’t too loud anyway, which was annoying. It was always better played loud.

She looked through what she’d brought over and selected one of her Blondie albums, knowing that he liked the striking lead singer and knew some of their releases that had charted.

The volume on his stereo wasn’t allowed over 7. She’d discovered that he was annoyingly particular and insistent about such random things.

Although, Joe’d said it was for the neighbors, she didn’t believe him as he never considered anyone’s feelings at any other time.

She’d washed up and put things away once after he’d cooked, trying to help out, but he’d got mad because things weren’t cleaned properly, picking on some minuscule scrap that you needed a microscope to see, and nothing had been put back in its ‘right’ place.

He also was angry that her stuff was ‘everywhere,’ calling her out for being ‘messy.’

She knew she was, but that wasn't the point.

It wasn’t as if she actually had much there, although oddly, he seemed to have even less.

Trust her to be shacked up with the only man in the known universe who seemed to clean to relax.

But he’d pissed her off and, in her defence, she’d called him out for being an obsessive, clean freak. She hadn't actually seen him wash his hands multiple times a day, but would bet good money he did.

They’d had a big fight over it and just as she'd angrily packed up and was going for the front door, he apologised and begged her to stay.

She’d still been mad at him and that added some extra spice to the make-up sex.

She'd enjoyed it immensely.

She put the volume up to 8, to see if she could get away with it and if not maybe his anger would spark something else.

She went back to the bedroom.

She’d brought a sweater, but she’d worn it a lot in the week and it badly needed washing.

She resolved to ask him if she could do a load later. She knew he had a washing machine, and he did some there, even if all his suits and work shirts got laundered and pressed within an inch of their lives.

She didn’t think they’d be wearing many clothes this weekend anyway.

She ventured into his walk-in closet with awe and trepidation; it wasn’t a place she’d been in often.

Most of her clothes either stayed on the floor where they’d been discarded during sex or he tidied them neatly away putting them on the vanity.

It wasn’t as it she needed to hang them up anyway as the ‘just-rolled-out-of-bed’ look was in vogue.

Besides, they’d look out horribly of place against his racks of expensive tailored suits and designer shirts.

It was immaculately organised as well, she mused that he probably used feng shui or some such nonsense. Her clothes were bound to disrupt the room's calming chi.

For Christ’s sake, even his Italian leather shoes had their own shelves!

There was a box full of different polishes, brushes and special buffing clothes sat along side them.

An image of him, humming to himself while he buffed and cleaned them on his day off popped into her head.

She didn’t know why in all her cleaning fantasies, he was buck naked … and she suppressed giggle.

His many neckties were neatly rolled and precisely spaced out on yet more gleaming glass shelves.

She’d snuck in and checked while he was showering one time and there were no marks, he must have done it all by eye. She couldn’t find a ruler in the place.

This was another thing they were in direct opposition as most of her clothes had come from thrift stores or bargain rails. Although, with her pay checks from Cardiff in the last few months, she’d been treating herself to some better-quality ones.

But she'd never be in his league, until he relented and met her halfway, but that was nearly a decade away.

Her style was in complete contrast to his, it was kind of trashy punk, though it was more by accident than design.

It was purely functional; she pretty much wore the clothes she liked until they were literally falling off. Holes and rips were all the rage anyway.

She looked for a sweater in amongst the casual clothes he owned, which were in a few drawers and some more rails behind a sliding full-length mirror.

He had some, not that she’d ever seen him in one yet, but they were in the middle of fall now and it had been quite mild until this weekend.

She chose a black sweatshirt, not realising it was the top to the pants he was now wearing.

It swamped her and she had to roll the long sleeves up, but it was lovely and warm.

She got back into bed just as he came in.

‘You own a tray? she was surprised, she'd only seen him eat at the table and it wasn’t as if he owned a TV or a couch.

‘The previous tenant must’ve left it, I found on the top of the units when I moved in.’

She correctly guessed that he’d cleaned up there when he moved in.

Geez, he really was a clean freak, who cleaned the top of their kitchen cupboards she thought, but decided against saying anything, as she didn't want to upset the current mood.

‘So, how is this going to work?’ from what she knew of him now, she couldn’t imagine he’d like getting his bed messed up.

‘Huh?’ as he passed her a mug of coffee and pointed to the bedside table. She sighed and turned to put it down where he wanted.

She'd been going to put it there anyway and it bugged her that he treated her like a child at times.

‘There will be crumbs, Joe, and you’ll get all … pissy.’ she pointed out.

He put his mug down on his side.

‘I do not get 'pissy', and what, so you’d like to sleep with crumbs, would you?’ There was an edge to his voice, disproving his initial statement.

Shit! Cam took a breath, thinking she'd annoyed him already.

‘Besides,' he started, and he raised his eyebrows twice at her, and gave her a secret smile, 'I have just the thing.’ and he went out again.

She looked after him in confusion.

He returned moments later with something behind his back, enjoying her look of bewilderment, ‘I’ll give you three guesses.’

Cam rolled her eyes, but she was charmed by his unexpected playfulness and allowed herself to smile.

OK, then … ‘Ermm, a dustpan and brush?’ going for the most obvious answer.

‘Nope, that’s one down.’ he said, now smiling like she was never going to get it.

She creased her forehead thinking. It couldn’t be his vacuum cleaner if he could hide it behind him. She'd seen his large stand up one in the laundry.

God, it pushed her buttons when he was so smug.

She was hungry and breakfast was getting cold now, enough playing.

‘A vacuum cleaner?’ in a resigned tone, knowing she’d lost.

His face dropped and he revealed a mini car vacuum cleaner, ‘You saw it!’ he said accusatively.

‘I did not!’ she laughed nervously, she could tell it could go either way and she didn’t want something so stupid ruining the relaxed mood.

She held her hand out to him, ‘Joe, c'mere, that’s awesome! Let’s eat before it gets cold. It looks wonderful.’ Offering him a rare compliment.

He relented and half smiled, 'OK.' Still a little annoyed he hadn't outsmarted her, but he didn't want to fight over it either.

‘Thank you.’ all smiles and sincerity as she leaned in to kiss him.

She was genuinely touched that he had done something so sweet for her.

Breakfast passed without further incident and he removed the tray, ‘I’ll go wash up, if you can vacuum … please.’ he asked her nicely, and he plugged it in for her.

She watched his retreating back, looked at the vacuum cleaner in her hands and shook her head in disbelief.

Turning her attention to the bed, she inspected it; she couldn’t see any crumbs on his side. She wondered how he’d managed that. Not that there were that many on hers, she could just use her hand to brush them off.

But she knew he’d listen for the noise, so she dutifully switched it on and pulled the covers back, running it over inside the sheets and under the pillows.

She was just finishing up outside of the covers when he came back and sat against the bedspread and put his bare feet up.

'Perfect timing.' she said indulging him with one of her dazzling smiles. Her belly was full and they had the whole day ahead of them, with no work, no Giant lurking to interrupt their play.

‘Thank you.’ he said, smiling back, and she handed him the vacuum as the plug was on his side.

She curled herself into him after he put it down and he placed his arm around her shoulders and let his hand rest lightly along her upper arm.

They watched the rain beat against the window, both thinking what to say to the other.

Non-work conservation wasn't something they were used to or proficient at, yet.

‘Man, it looks brutal out there.’ he said after a spell.

‘Is another hurricane coming?’

‘Hmmm, I don’t think so, just a big storm. But we’re only getting the wind and rain here, it’s further off, south I think.’

She hugged him closer, stealing his natural warmth and got comfy, resting her head on his shoulder and her hand went to his chest, drawing little circles with her fingers on top of the material.

She saw his foot was tapping along to strains of the album coming from the living room and she smiled to herself.

'Do you like the music?' she asked tentatively.

'Yes, but it's a bit loud, Cameron. You think I don't know you turned it up ...' he trailed off, as if he was trying to reign himself in, realizing his tone had been authoratative. He hated it when he heard his father's voice coming out of his mouth. 'I've told you before.' he added more gently.

She replied, trying to keep her voice even as well, 'It's just because of the rain, it's not as though we can hear it in here very well, let alone across the hall.' she said, also trying to resist her natural combative nature.

Before he could say anything else, she launched into a review.

'So this is band called Blondie, as you know, but this is an old album now, they put one out last year, but it wasn't a patch on this and they've actually broken up now too, which is a shame. I love the singles on this, there's 'Hanging on the Telephone', that's the one you like and then there's 'Heart of Glass', which is my favorite, but it's on the other side.'

She felt him clench and unclench his jaw nd waited for some retribuke.

It never came, as he decided to let it go ... for once. 'Yeah, it's good.' he conceded.

They sat there for a few minutes enjoying the spectacle, the sound of the rain and Debbie Harry sounding tinny over the distance thump of the music.

Cam pulled the covers over her legs and pushed her feet under his, which were lying on top.

‘Are you cold?’ he asked.

‘A little.’ she replied.

'I know something that’ll warm you up.’ and he leaned in suggestively to kiss her.

Cam smiled knowingly, her body already responding to his.

‘Take off your panties.’ he instructed her, in his best 'boss' voice.

‘Why, yes of course, Mr. MacMillan, sir.’ teasinly, playing along as she obliged.

They smiled at their role play, eyes glimmering at each other.

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Series Notes
First, if you missed the show 'Halt and Catch Fire' go watch it or look up various stuff of Wiki or fansites, like whatever :)

But welcome if you are here :)

This is pretty close to the show, and there's a lot of reflection and some flash forwards. As I've built up, there is some referencing to events and quirks in 'my' HACF universe.

Spanning Season 1-4 and beyond charting the topsy-turvy relationship of Cameron (real name Catherine) Howe and Joe MacMillan.

The show ended in a way that left many fans unhappy for the fate of these two characters as they'd both changed so much, particularly Joe. But I choose to see it as just another transition they have to go through to grow and evolve.

Anyway, if you are reading from start to finish, there are a fair few holes and I've been gradually filling them by jumping around the four seasons and beyond.

I first started writing COMDEX, solely from Cam's POV back in May 2020, but didn't publish until Sep, when I decided to put up as my first foray into Fanfiction.

A few are still in progress, for example, 'Curious' is a fictional fun weekend from season 1 that is not in the show. It's the longest one so far! But don't let that stop from reading the other parts.

Kudos seem to be pretty thin on the ground, but another HACF warned that it’s a VERY small fandom, but still c’mon – it’s like one click …It's lonely being sat at my terminal and need a little ego-stroking :)

I basically started with my favorite scenes and interactions between them and went from there.

I love playing with these characters, but they seem to be writing their own story through me ...

But each to their own - enjoy!

Contents (updated) - the series is pretty racy – mostly Mature only, maybe could even be Explicit in places (sex only).

S1 - ‘Stuck (Cam)’ (June 1983), 'Stuck (Joe)' (June 1983) and ‘Curious’ (Oct 1983)
S2 – ‘Goddammit’ (June 1985)
S3 – ‘Surprise (Joe)’ (Aug 1986), ‘Surprise (Cam)’ (Oct 1986), ‘COMDEX 90 (Cam)’, ‘COMDEX 90 (Joe)’ Friday, Nov 16 1990
S4 – 'Segue' (Oct 1992),‘Phone Call’ (Mid-Oct 1993) and NEW as of Aug 2021! 'Airstreaming' (Post-Jan 1994 - in progress)
Post-canon – ‘Fate - Part 1' (March 1998), ‘Fate - Part 2' (March 1998), 'Snippets' (A collection of shorts post-Fate (Post-March 1998) in progress)

Exceptions

- plot deviation when Cam and Tom tried for a baby
- post-Ryan's suicide, Joe's apartment is in San Jose not San Francisco
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Chapter 2: Saturday Morning: Bed

Summary:

Warning: sexually explicit content

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Ch. 2

10.38 a.m. Saturday

Joe moved and pulled the covers over them both, kneeling between her thighs their tongues locked together in a slow delicate dance.

His hands went to her thighs, slowly working their way up the outside and disappeared under his sweatshirt and her tee-shirt.

Her hands weren’t idle either, delving under his top and pushing it up. He let her break their kiss briefly while she pulled it off him.

With unhurried practice, Joes’ hands skimmed her stomach, making her shiver and squirm, she chuckled into his mouth and tried to say his name, to get him to stop tickling.

He broke the kiss again momentarily as he yanked up both tops, peeling them off her, throwing them outside the covers.

He quickly went to cup her breasts, and his fingers found her nipples, giving her quite different sensations.

She moaned, inarticulately.

One hand went to his sweatpants, slipped effortlessly down the front and she realised he wasn’t wearing any briefs. Her hand wrapped itself gleefully around his cock.

She liked how it started to stiffen more in response to her touch.

It was his turn to groan into her mouth.

Her other hand went to his buttock and eased his sweatpants down his thighs.

Joe sighed ardently and rocked his hips encouraging her to tighten her hand around his quickly engorging cock.

He opened his knees to allow a deeper stroke, which pushed hers wider. Before he could do anything else, she broke their kiss, 'Lie on your back.’ she ordered.

Joe did as he was told and looked up at her with desire.

She’d grown in confidence in the last few months of being with him.

Unlike her previous partners, he was happy to let her take charge.

She’d found it strange at first, he was her boss and usually such a control freak.

But she reasoned maybe it was precisely because he was the boss all week at Cardiff that he easily relinquished the power to her in the bedroom, or wherever.

She guessed he needed a break from it, and she was only too happy to oblige.

Now she revelled in making him do what she wanted and taking her pleasure. She'd never be able to go back and be so passive with a guy ever again.

The white sheet turned into a tent around them.

She could feel her lust rise in response to his. She was already wet and so without needing any foreplay, she leisurely sunk down on his cock.

They watched each others' responses, as his cock filled her and it turned them on more. Their eyes burning with desire.

Joe’s lips quivered as he moaned, and Cam's mouth opened and her head went back.

He arched his hips up, coming off the bed and at the same time he pushed her hips down forcefully, she felt him deep inside her and there was a delicious pressure on her clitoris from his pubic bone.

The overwhelming sensations caused her whole body to pulse and she leaned forward, blindly putting her hands out onto his chest to steady herself.

He held her up by her hips and slowly dipped his down, pulling his cock with them, not quite out of her.

Cam’s eyes opened wide in protest at its loss and she let out a long exhale, ‘Aaaaaaahhhhhh.’

He smiled and let them rock up again, impaling her fiercely, loving her sharp intake of breath as he filled her completely again.

It was exquisite for both of them.

Joe steadily increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, and Cam could only pant and hold on for dear life as he relentlessly pounded her, her knees losing contact with the bed on every upward stroke.

She stabilised herself by spreading her fingers and digging her nails into his pecs, his small nipples were hard and sticking into her palms. His skin bulged out between the gaps and she inflicted fresh pain every time he plunged into her.

It added a delicious dangerous edge that made him want to fuck her harder.

In response, she flexed and tightened her grip each time.

The effect circled them both upward.

She would leave him marked with a matching set of five deep semi-circles for the next week.

‘Are you near?’ he asked her, his voice sounding hoarse.

She could only grunt in response but gave him a curt nod.

‘OK.’ and he slammed up into her with even more force, making the mattress bounce so hard that Cam felt she was a rodeo cowboy trying to stay on a bucking bronco.

She was glad of his hands holding her hips, as her knees lost contact with the bed permanently.

Joe’s whole body tensed, and he rammed upwards, burying himself to the hilt in her silky passage.

His buttocks contracted involuntarily as he came.

He clamped his hands more firmly in place around her hips, as the judder of his pelvis made her slide back and forth, changing the position of her clitoris against his pubis.

She moaned deeply as the movement on her little bud triggered an intense climax, and she was helplessly quivering with her full weight bearing down on him as she straddled him.

He eased himself back down onto the bed, and she leaned forward to kiss him, allowing her hands to flatten out.

Joe groaned as her nails came out of his flesh.

They laid there panting in time with each other.

Her body jumped as her over-sensitive clit was hit again by his pubic bone when he gently shifted his hips into a more comfortable position.

‘Ohhh.’ she breathed.

‘Are you OK?’ he whispered, his hands lightly stroking her soft hips. They were red from the pressure of his hands but weren't bruised.

‘Mmmm, oh yes.’ she smiled, her eyes closed.

They stayed like that, with Joe still buried inside her, both starting to doze off, the effect of their orgasms and full bellies.

They both jumped, waking up as the rain, which had eased, suddenly thundered angrily against the window.

Cam pushed herself up and tried to get off of him, but her legs were stiff from being spread.

Joe helped by rolling over and resettling her alongside him.

Her feet had got tangled in the waistband of his sweatpants, which were around his knees. She pushed them as far down his calves as she could reach with her long legs.

‘Take them off, MacMillan.’ she told him, mimicking a stern school teacher, then adding, 'If I’m naked, so are you.’

He raised his eyebrows at her, but his mouth twitched up into a smile and he scissored and kicked his feet to get them free of their restraints, ‘Yes, Miss Howe.’ and he grinned broadly.

‘Good boy.’ and she smiled, leaning in to claim his lips.

(Score count: Cam 1 – Joe 1)

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Chapter 3: Saturday Afternoon: Chores

Notes:

Apologies, dear reader, I'm taking my sweet time, annoyingly Saturday night n Sunday morning parts are already written... I've just got the afternoon to finish...

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Ch. 3

11.34 a.m. Saturday

The music had long since finished, the only noise now was the deafening drum of the rain beating against the window.

They were lying face to face, both naked within easy kissing distance, under the covers in their own private blanket fort, snuggled together in post-coital bliss.

This was the sweet time, both enjoying showering the other with tender kisses and soft caresses.

They revelled in finding undiscovered erogenous zones and ticklish spots.

Cam’d previously discovered that touching or kissing the skin of his throat and upper chest, would lead to deep throaty sighs and he’d want to fuck her if she carried on.

She loved the way he’d wriggle and try to get away from her if she delicately ran her fingers up and down the sides of his torso, all the while laughing and threatening to get her back.

He’d found that her feet were sensitive and would hold her down and torture her by tickling them, enjoying how she’d try to kick and beg through her laughter for him to stop for fear of peeing herself.

He knew too that if he tenderly stroked across her lower belly, just above her pubic hair, her feet would curl and she’d shiver and simper in delight, eyes closed, and he couldn’t stop himself from kissing her.

The physical side was easy for them.

‘So what do you want to do today, Miss Howe?’ Joe asked looking into her eyes smiling broadly.

At times like this, with her, he felt younger, closer her age.

There was an unaccustomed freedom, a lightness that hadn’t been there when he’d really been in his early twenties.

Back then he already had two tailormade blue suits and his first pair of custom made Italian shoes, care of his father.

'Hmmm, OK, I know this is boringly domestic, but can I wash my clothes? … Do you have a dryer?’

'Yes, I do, but that's what you want to do, when you have all this …' he indicated himself and smirking, 'To play with?’

She smiled and retorted, 'Well the washing will take care of itself and then I intend to do a lot of playing with this.’

As if to prove her words, she ran her hand purposefully from his throat down his chest and stomach, brushing past his scars and headed lower to lightly tease across his flaccid dick and down to his thighs.

‘Ooohh …’ he sighed, and she withdrew and chuckled.

He drew her in for a kiss, teasingly licking her lips and parting her mouth with his tongue but not following through, she pushed her tongue out trying to encourage him in.

Every time she came forward to seal it, he moved back slightly.

In her frustration, she clamped her hands around the back of his head and claimed his mouth.

They spent a good couple of minutes exploring each other through their kiss.

‘Hhmmm,' he sighed, breaking off, 'OK, let’s do the domestic stuff then we can continue with this ... If you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you on the spin cycle, see if you like that.’

‘Ooh, sounds fun.’ smiling at him, 'Hey, I'm always a good girl ... unless I'm being a baaaad girl ...'

He snickered at her indulgently.

They got up, dressed again and headed out to his small laundry room, which was off the kitchen, the small window looked out to the north, so the rain was considerably quieter. There was a washing machine, a dryer and a clothesline inside.

Cam'd decided to wash all of her clothes, which didn’t really amount to much, her sweater, strappy top, cargo pants, underwear and socks. She hadn’t brought a change of clothing as they’d only decided about the weekend while at work on Friday.

Joe made up the load with some underwear, a couple of tee-shirts and towel. He had a stack of cleaning cloths to launder, but he always washed them separately on an extra hot cycle.

She watched him as he moved around, fascinated by domestic Joe.

He looked at her clothes and took out her red sweater and multi-coloured socks, but she insisted they wouldn’t run.

He looked at her darkly, frowning as though she’d just suggested the most outrageous thing he’d ever heard. But he relented, reluctantly putting them back in.

She always washed all of her clothes together, never bothering to separate into colours and whites. She'd barely ever had a full load as it was.

She lapsed into silence, watching him like he was some wild animal in a nature study.

He estimated the right amount of powder for the load size, double checking the instructions on the box and then added the corresponding amount of fabric softener too.

Then he took ages to select the right program, even going so far as looking in the manual about a mixed coloured wash.

He was so different to her, she just guessed and threw everything in.

It mostly worked.

‘OK, that’ll take about an hour.' he said, happily, finally having pressed the button to set it all in motion.

Him setting it up had seemed to take an hour, she mused.

Uncharacteristically, she decided not to make a sarcastic remark or even roll her eyes, seeing his pleased smile.

Instead, she asked, ‘How long ‘til the spin cycle?’

‘Um, maybe 50 minutes.’

‘Well, what could we do until then?’ she smiled knowingly.

'Hmmm, I fancy some lunch ...’

Cam's brow furrowed in confusion, 'Uh, ... OK ...' That's not what she'd meant.

Joe took her hand and led her back through to the kitchen, picked her up and placed her on the counter top, pushing himself between her legs while he kissed her. His hands pulled at his sweatshirt, so she was sat bare buttocked on the cold marble surface.

‘Taco …’ he said, smiling devilishly, sliding to his knees and putting her legs over his shoulders.

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Chapter 4: Saturday Afternoon: Kitchen

Summary:

Warning: sexually explicit content

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Ch. 4

12.12 p.m. Saturday

‘Joe, that’s gross!’

But she was soon sighing as he started to use his tongue and fingers on her.

He worked his magic, taking her slowly up.

He loved going down on her.

It wasn’t something that previously he’d enjoyed very much with women, but he'd realized things would always be different where Cam was concerned.

He usually veered toward men rather than women, having, he estimated about a 70/30 split.

He'd only gone with girls initially to fit in with the in-crowd in high school, but he quite liked the difference, their softness, in comparison to boys and later men.

Maybe the difference was in his feelings for her, he thought.

He was totally enthralled by the reactions he provoked in her.

Besides she tasted delicious, different to other women he'd done it to.

He'd found, much to her delight, that he could spend hours teasing her. He loved when her soft groans turned increasingly frustrated and then she'd demand angrily that he finished her off or even better that he fucked her.

'Aaaahhhh ... oh fuck ... yes ... yes … Joeeehhh ...’ she exclaimed breathily as she climaxed right into his mouth.

She loved domestic Joe.

(Score count: Cam 2 – Joe 1)

After she came, he carried on licking and stroking her, knowing that she was sensitive.

He loved how she bucked and pleaded for him to stop, trying and failing to hoist him up.

Eventually, she was able to push herself off the counter into his face, so he had to release her.

He stood up, ‘Mmmmm, delicious.’ he sighed.

His tented crotch drew her eye, ‘How much longer?’ she asked.

Joe checked his watch, ‘Hmmm, about another 20 or 25 minutes.’

‘OK, my turn,' smiling broadly and she went close to him, putting her hand down his sweats and firmly around his cock, 'I always did like salami ...'

All the time, she grinned and made eye contact, as she not so gently ‘manhandled’ him, pulling him round.

He sagged at the knees and groaned, as she shoved him back so he was leaning against the counter. He put his hands out onto it to support his weight.

She liked how his cock got harder in response to her rough treatment.

She went down on her knees and yanked his pants down to his feet.

'Take off your top, I want you naked.' she ordered.

'Well, yes ma'am.' he replied, doing what she said.

She licked her lips exaggeratedly, while eyeing his cock.

Joe's eyes followed her every move and there was sly smile on his face.

She started slowly licking all around his testicles, her hands were lightly resting on his thighs, so his cock bobbed under its own weight until it touched her nose and her face during her administrations.

She looked up at him, his eyes were slits, but still following her movements and his face was full of desire.

She loved the effect she had on him.

She maintained eye contact and opened her mouth, starting at the join between his sack and his dick, she allowed the flat of her tongue to slowly go along his shaft, the force of it gently pushing his cock up.

He groaned again when after she completed her lick, she let his dick fall.

She watched it bounce, then returned her gaze back up to his. His chest was heaving as he inhaled and exhaled deeply, in an effort to control himself.

She went back to the beginning and repeated the action.

As she got to the top again, she felt his hips push forward as he tried to manoeuvre his head into her mouth.

She moved herself back, not letting him disrupt her plans.

She’d found out it was so much fun to tease him. He'd get to the point where she could make him do anything so he could fuck her.

The power play between them was a game that she'd started, and he'd quickly joined in.

‘Do that again and I’ll stop.’ she said, staring up at him, sternly, ‘Understand?’

Cam put both her hands on his hips and pressed firmly.

He let her move him back and gave a small nod.

‘Tell me, MacMillan.’

Joe looked down at her, his eyebrows pulled down.

She wondered if she’d overstepped.

It came out almost as a whisper, but it thrilled her nonetheless, ‘I won’t do that again,' his mouth curled up on one side as he added, 'Miss ...’

She smiled wickedly back at him; happy he was playing along.

Then she put her ‘game face’ back on, to business, she thought.

She held her tongue out so that his tip was resting on it, and she opened her mouth.

He groaned in frustration, his stomach muscles tightening, which made his cock jerk.

She’d been amazed to discover how much it aroused her to make him beg.

She’d never done half of the things she’d done with him before, but it felt so natural, and she felt so sexy.

She’d only known him since May, less than six months, but she felt like a whole different person.

It was to do with the new found sense of freedom she had to experiment, both personally and professionally. He gave her the confidence and encouraged her to try out new things.

There was more she wanted to do, to push the technology forward, but there were too many constraints right now.

She felt such liberation that someone, he, had finally given her the recognition she deserved for her talents.

Joe’d treated her and her ideas so differently to how her stuffy male professors had.

She dreamed of a future where they worked on something without having other people to answer to.

They could do so much more than now. She knew they were on the same page about it.

But that was the future, right now, they were on a very different page.

She raked her fingernails slowly down from his hips down his thighs and his legs quivered and dipped.

She felt a rush of power seeing that she made him weak at the knees, literally.

The muscles in his beautiful arms flexed, taking the strain.

‘Aaahhh ... Cam ...’ his eyes closed and his head went back.

His mouth parted and his lower lip was full and red as if he'd been biting it.

Man, he looked sexy, she thought.

She took away her mouth, and his eyes found hers again, they pleaded for its return.

'Tell me what you want.’

His Adam’s apple bobbed and he whimpered.

‘Joe ...’ she was having so much fun doing nothing but torture him.

‘Mmmhhh ... Cam, ... suck it ... or touch it ...pleassse ...’ he begged.

His cock twitched, as if demanding her immediate attention.

It looked more swollen than before, the veins were more defined and it seemed darker too, she thought she could almost see the blood swirling under the stretched skin. She wondered how much more he could take and if it was painful.

His eyes were shiny slits, his eyebrows tented in the middle making his whole face look like a sad puppy dog.

She almost gave in.

Then his hips shifted to the side as one of his knees buckled again, making his cock bounce, 'Aaahhh … Cam … please ...’ his voiced was deliciously strained.

She blew on his head, he groaned again.

She opened her mouth and moved nearer; she saw his abs ripple as he drew in a sharp breath in anticipation.

She was about to take him in her mouth, when the washing machine beeped, which signalled the start its spin cycle.

(Score count: Cam 2 – Joe 1)

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Chapter 5: Saturday Afternoon: Laundry

Summary:

Warning: sexually explicit content

Trigger warning: short bout of unintentionally rough sex

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Ch. 5

1.07 p.m. Saturday

It was as if the change in program was what he’d been waiting for all along, and he was released from her control.

As quick as a flash, he picked her up, hoisted her legs around his waist and jammed his tongue into her open mouth.

It was lucky his kitchen was quite narrow because he’d forgotten his sweatpants were around his ankles. He stumbled as he went forward with her. Their combined weight meaning that to maintain his balance, he was forced to shift her into one arm, so he could put his other one out onto the opposite wall.

Cam could only wrap her arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as he almost fell.

Her nails bit into his skin as she struggled stay upright.

She found herself slammed forcefully back against the facing wall and smacked her head in the process.

She’d be tender and bruised in both places for days afterwards, as she would keep reminding him.

Taken by surprise, she shrieked right into his mouth as the air was knocked out of her.

At the same time, on regaining his balance, and Cam being pinned, he rammed himself fully into her, groaning, almost growling, gutturally, finally achieving some release for his throbbing cock.

Cam could only keep her mouth open, in a silent scream, having no breath left.

Her eyes were wide in shock, whereas his were closed in rapture.

He withdrew and thrust into her violently again, grinding his pelvis into hers.

His blood was up, literally.

She was reminded of the first time in the bar, before he’d ruined it.

She didn’t think she could stop him even if she'd wanted to. It was so Goddamn hot.

The whole time his mouth was on hers, bruising her lips and pushing her head back brutally into the wall.

He was so strong, and he seemed intent on fucking her right through into the next room.

While she liked it rough, this was perhaps getting a little too much now, as he seemed to be on autopilot.

It was starting to to hurt, more than she'd tolerate.

She tried to say his name, but it wouldn’t come out properly, ‘Thoe ... Thoe …’ as his tongue filled her mouth.

Not that he could hear her over his throaty groans as he plunged himself into her again and again.

Cam began to panic, she couldn't move and he seemed to be everywhere. Usually he was so considerate.

She hit his upper arm repeatedly with one hand and forcefully shoved his shoulder with the other, trying to ‘tap out.’

After several attempts, he came too and shook his head as though clearing it, ‘Uhh … God, Cam ... I’m sorry …’ he trailed off, embarrassed at his brutality.

‘Joe, the spin cycle …?’

‘Aahh, yes, … so you're OK?’

‘Yeah, c’mon.’ she didn’t want to miss this new experience before the machine stopped, so she tapped him again impatiently, trying to get her feet in on the action too as though she was horseback riding.

‘OK, OK.’ and he smiled at her, happy that she’d seemed to have forgiven his misdemeanor.

He lifted one foot and placed it over the leg of his sweatpants and pulled his other foot out in one swift motion. He didn’t bother freeing both, but now at least he could walk safely.

With his cock still buried inside of her, he took her into the laundry room and deposited her onto the juddering machine.

Bending forward, he braced himself against the wall behind with one hand and pulled her lower body into him more with the other, securing her there.

His long legs meant that he only needed to partially bend his knees to stay inside of her.

She clung on to him, her arms locked about his neck as the machine paused and then went up a notch.

Her legs were spread and hung loosely around his waist, her pussy was wide open to him. His arm tightened around her backside, pressing her into him more, so he was fully embedded in her again.

The vicious vibrations of the spinning machine surged through her and she gasped as it made her shake powerfully into him more and all around his cock.

It was ... sensational. She felt as though her clitoris was vibrating along with the machine.

She found herself panting and clawing at him trying to stay in position, a slave to her desire, as he’d been before. Her whole body moving in time with the machine.

He was groaning again too and started thrusting himself into her.

She didn’t think either of them would out last the machine, by the sounds they were making.

She was turned on even more at the sight of his bulging muscles, as he tried to keep them both in place despite the machine doing its best to dislodge them.

She had the overwhelming urge to touch them to test their solidness.

She moved one hand to his tense pec and drove her nails into it, while at the same time biting into the hard-line that had appeared at his neck as he strained in effort.

Joe yelled and slammed into her harder than before.

They were both practically screaming, and even then, their voices were drowned out by the noise of the spinning.

Joe came first, perhaps being teased so mercilessly earlier, but she wasn’t far behind him.

The machine continued its cycle regardless of the two humans bucking on top of it, and they both groaned due to the effects of a cascade of aftershocks.

Score count: Cam 3 – Joe 2

They were panting and laughing as it finally slowed down.

‘Oh man, that was fun!’ she exclaimed, ‘And you can be so loud too! We’re definitely doing it on here again.’

‘Glad you liked it.’ he said smiling broadly.

‘So how many times have you done it?’

‘That actually was a first for me too.’

‘Oh, wow, so we were both washing machine virgins?’ she laughed, finding it hysterical.

He chuckled, before leaning in to kiss her.

‘Hmmm.’ he sighed contentedly as he leaned back to look at her smiling face.

She saw her teeth marks at his neck and then looked at the scratches on his chest, added to marks from the morning, 'Jesus, sorry, I got quite carried away.’

He looked down and said, ‘It’s OK, I quite like them, they're love scars ... shows we had a good time ... ’ he smiled and then touched the bite on his neck, ‘Just not above the collar line, please. We do have work on Monday.’ he reminded unnecessarily.

‘Love scars? ... OK, Joe.’ she sounded dubious at his name for them.

‘Are you hungry?’ he asked changing the subject.

‘A little, I might have some chips or a bowl of Cheerios.’

‘So healthy,' he said in a tone that meant the opposite, 'How about a cheese and ham sandwich, with some lettuce and tomato?’

‘Ugh, no lettuce, thank you.’

‘You don’t like lettuce?’ he was incredulous.

‘No, what’s the point of it? It tastes of nothing and it makes the bread go soggy.’

‘No, it doesn’t, it adds a crunch.’ he frowned as he contradicted her.

Jesus, here we go, and she gritted her teeth, he was seriously going to make a big issue about lettuce?

The washing machine beeped and interrupted them, there was a sound of a clunk as the automatic door unlocked.

Cam breathed a sigh of relief, saved by the bell, she thought drolly, ‘What good timing, I’ll get the washing out and hang it up, if you make the sandwiches. Deal?’

‘Deal, and I’ll show you that lettuce doesn’t make the sandwich go soggy.’

‘Oh my God, leave it alone, it does, Joe!’

‘No, it doesn’t, not the way I make them.’ and he kissed her before she could answer, picking her up and standing her on the floor, 'You'll see.'

He turned and started to go out to the kitchen, she smacked his bare backside and stood on the trailing leg of his sweatpants, forcing him to yank his foot out of them as he walked.

‘You’ve got to make lunch naked, that’s your penance for throwing me against the wall earlier.’

He turned and gave her a look, a mix between shame and desire, as he disappeared through the door, leaving his sweatpants under her foot.

She turned and snickered to herself, she wondered what else she could punish him for, lettuce turning up in her sandwich would definitely be one thing.

(Score count: Cam 3 – Joe 2)

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Chapter 6: Saturday Afternoon: Lunch

Summary:

There's trouble brewing in paradise

Warning: angst and more angst

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Ch. 6

1.28 p.m. Saturday

Cam went to open the washing machine door, she wanted to get this over with so she could go and supervize him making lunch in the kitchen.

She was enjoying being his ‘boss’, smiling to herself as she thought of him with no clothes on.

Even now, she was looking forward to dropping little hints about it in meetings in front of Bos and Gordon and watching him squirm.

The weekend was going pretty well so far, there’d only been a few minor speed bumps and he seemed to be making a real effort to be less of a dick.

She wondered how many more orgasms she’d have between now and when they got back into work on Monday.

She hadn’t even had lunch yet and she’d already had three.

Three!

That was a new record.

The pain of hitting the wall and the sex having previously triggered a release of endorphins that were now whizzing around her system, accounting for her happy mood.

She was humming softly to herself, and fiddled with the latch of the washing machine, which seemed to be stuck.

Even the slight annoyance of yet another appliance in his place attempting to thwart her, couldn't bring her down.

After about five seconds of jostling, the handle gave in, and she eyed the machine meaningfully.

She reached in and started pulling out the washing. It was still damp and the coldness of the day meant it would probably take the rest of the weekend to dry.

Looking at the clothes properly, she abruptly stopped her mindless tune.

The whites didn’t seem as white as they had when they went in.

Her heart leapt into her mouth.

She held her top up to the window to see more clearly.

Fuck!

It was a subtle shade of pink. It wasn’t bright, but it certainly wasn’t white any more.

Panic shot through her.

No, no, no, no!

She didn’t care about her top or her underwear, but Joe would definitely care about his.

She pulled everything out and confirmed her worst fears; everything that’d previously been white; his underwear, his white tee-shirt and his towel, were all now a light pastel pink, mottled with some darker pink patches too, the tell-tale sign of a color run incident.

Fuck.

She groaned inwardly.

At least his gray tee seemed OK, but that was a small consolation.

Her fucking sweater!

She didn’t understand, she’d washed it before, and it’d never run.

She grabbed it to inspect it.

No, it was the same color as before, her brow furrowed in confusion.

Then she spotted the culprits, her new socks, the previously magenta heel and toe were now decidedly lighter than before, and the main part, which had been light yellow, was also streaked with pink.

Fuck.

She knew Joe would go ballistic.

She’d never hear the end of it either, she’d made him put them in.

She was such an asshole for not even thinking about them before.

She could hear him in the kitchen, the various noises telling her he was occupied making their lunch.

She figured she had about five minutes, before he finished.

What could she do in that time?

She looked around and her eyes settled on the dryer.

While it wasn’t a solve, a delay would give her time to think.

She put everything into it and made herself focus on the dials, at least they were helpfully labelled, unlike his shower had been.

She selected a medium heat program for 20 minutes and pushed the on switch.

She exhaled and went into the kitchen, making sure she’d carefully arranged her face to mask her angst.

She stopped at the door in shock, confronted with a naked Joe, dutifully cutting up a tomato.

In her panic, she’d completely forgotten about their 'game.’

It would have been funny if she hadn’t just dyed his clothes pink.

He looked up and smirked at her, which dropped instantly as he registered her face, ‘Everything OK?’

‘Uh, yeah! I just forgotten you were naked, that’s all!’ It was the truth.

He gave her a strange look as she’d been the one to insist on it less than five minutes ago.

But looking at her face, he decided not to say anything.

‘How long have you put the dryer on for? Things will shrink if it’s too hot, you know.’ Then he frowned, ‘You didn’t put my things in there did you?’

She forced her panic down, 'I know they can shrink, Joe, I’m not a child,' she tried to keep her voice even, 'But as it’s wet and cold today, they’ll take ages to dry. So I’ve just put them on a medium heat for 20 minutes to take the edge off. I can go and take your stuff out; I was just trying to be helpful.’

She looked at his face and trying to ignore the rest of him, and allowed an innocent smile to spread across her lower face.

‘Oh, just 20 minutes? That's fine,' he replied smiling back, 'Thank you.’ he added in a softer voice, as if he knew he was being overbearing.

She cringed inside, fuck, this was going to be bad.

He moved in to kiss her and she stiffened at his contact.

He misinterpreted it, stopped and looked at her, ‘Hey, I'm sorry about before. Are you hurt?’

God, why was he being so nice now?

‘Yes, but I’ll live,' she mumbled, staring at the marks she’d made on his chest.

As if hypnotized, her hand went up to touch them, 'Do they hurt?’ Mirroring him without realizing it.

'They sting a little,’ he admitted, 'But it’s fine, I don’t mind. Really.’

As if to show her, he leaned in and kissed her hair putting his arm around her.

She put her head against his chest and closed her eyes, wishing they could just stay like this forever.

‘OK, let me finish the sandwiches.’ he said moving away from her, then, 'Am I allowed to put my pants back on, miss? I'm getting a bit cold too.’ he indicated his dick which was shriveling up and looked sad and pathetic.

‘Sure,' she said, turning round instantly, glad to have something else to do, 'I'll get them.’

She grabbed his sweatpants from the floor and glared at the dryer as if her stare alone would change the tumbling pink clothes back to their previous white.

The timer read 18 minutes, and she angrily twisted it up to 25, and turned the heat down a couple of notches.

At least she'd be able to have lunch before the shit hit the fan, she reasoned.

Back in the kitchen, Joe finished the sandwiches and cut them into quarters. He briefly toyed with cutting the crusts off for her, as his mom used to do for him.

He decided against it as she'd just told him she wasn’t a child.

He loaded up the tray and took it out to the living room, thinking the glass table seemed too formal.

Instead, he took it over to the small coffee table, smiling as the idea of an indoor picnic came to him; they could sit cuddled up on the floor together.

He went back to grab a bag of chips and her orange soda as a conciliatory offering, feeling certain that she was still brooding about the wall incident, despite her saying everything to the contrary.

They arrived at the kitchen’s two opposing entrances at the same time and stopped and stared at each other.

Joe smiled, but when she didn't return it, he was convinced that she was still pissed.

At any other time, seeing him naked would have lit her up, now she fought the rising bile brought on by anxiety.

He came toward her, and she offered him his sweats.

His face creased in concern, 'Cam, what’s wrong?’ he was feeling disconcerted now, ‘Tell me.’

He stooped to put them on. He grabbed his long-sleeved tee-shirt from where he’d put it neatly over the top of the door and put it back on too.

‘Uh, ... I’m alright. ... Maybe I’m just a little tired ...?’ she said slowly. Looking at him with wide eyes, going for innocence and wishing he’d let it go for once.

They looked at each other in an uncomfortable silence for an excruciating long minute.

Joe was trying to ascertain if she was trying to cover up being hurt by his earlier action and not wanting to spoil the mood.

Whereas, Cam was doing her best to keep her face open and not show her concern about the ticking time-bomb in his laundry.

‘Really? That’s all?’ he hoped that she was telling him the truth.

She nodded.

Silence again.

He exhaled, 'OK, so if lunch doesn’t perk you up, you can go back to bed ... I can join you, give you a back rub or something ... just to help you relax ... of course …’ he treated her to one of his usually effective seductive smiles.

He tried to be blasé at her non-committal 'Mmm, yeah ...’ and a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

But it unnerved him, he couldn’t figure out what he’d done to upset her.

He’d thought things had been going well.

‘Do you want some soda?’ he tried asked taking the bottle of the bright orange liquid out of the fridge, trying to appease her now.

'Thanks.’ almost in monotone.

There was another awkward silence.

She must be tired, he thought, she usually loved drinking the stuff. Maybe she had low blood sugar.

'Cam, go sit down, I’ll bring this in.’ he said kindly.

She did as she was told for once.

Her mind was too preoccupied with how to explain the washing.

Should she just tell him and get it over and done with?

She didn’t want to fight, she wanted to be wrapped up in his arms.

But she didn’t think he would forgive her mistake.

Jesus, it wasn’t as if she’d done it on purpose.

She looked out the living room window, the rain was still lashing the city, and she’d just washed all of her clothes.

Fantastic.

She wouldn’t even be able to leave and escape his wrath as she usually did.

She saw the tray on the coffee table and folded herself up into one of two his armchairs, hugging her knees into herself, trying to decide what to do.

She could just about hear the drone of the damned dryer.

How much longer did she have? 15 or 20 minutes?

God, it wasn’t a death sentence, just … what, five pairs of underpants, one tee-shirt and a lousy towel?

She'd simply buy them again for him.

But that wouldn't be the point.

He was so Goddamn tenacious.

He’d gone on and on about her using his toothbrush and the importance of oral hygiene like he was one of her dickhead college lecturers and she needed to know the stuff for some pointless test.

Even though she’d only used it that one time and had promised to never do it again.

But she still had to endure his barbed comments for weeks.

He could be such an asshole.

She felt like crying, which was unlike her.

She figured it was because she was already anticipating the argument, and more importantly, the end to their fun weekend.

She looked up as he came in with two glasses of soda and chips.

He saw her in the armchair, and his heart sank, he’d wanted to sit next to her, that wasn’t going to be possible now.

But he smiled, he wouldn’t show her that it bothered him.

He sat himself on the floor between her chair and the table.

Maybe she’d decide come down and join him and they could snuggle, he thought.

Oh God, why did he have to look so happy?

She wanted to tell him, but she didn’t have the heart to spoil his mood.

He passed her a sandwich, waiting for the comment about it having lettuce in it.

He was ready to tell her that the bread wouldn’t go soggy because he’d buttered it well and the fat layer acted as a barrier to the filling.

But the comment never came, she didn’t even seem to notice there was lettuce in it.

‘Thank you.’ was the only thing she mumbled, accepting the plate.

He watched her curiously as she took a bite and chewed mechanically.

She seemed preoccupied, as though there was something on her mind. She seemed more sullen than tired.

He wondered if he should ask again or would that piss her off?

She felt like she was eating cardboard, the sandwich was completely tasteless.

Her throat constricted making it hard to swallow, the crusts were the worst and she started to pick them off, as was her habit.

She pointedly ignored him, hoping he’d stop looking at her and turned sideways in the chair, at least she couldn't see his face now.

Joe turned back to the table, getting the message, and leaned his back against her chair.

He passed back a glass to her and she took it, wordlessly.

She was grateful for the drink; she’d just been going to take it to help her swallow the too dry mush in her mouth.

He picked his up and smelled it suspiciously, he’d never had it before, the almost luminous color put him off.

He took a sip and grimaced, thankful that she couldn’t see his face.

It tasted too sugary and … synthetic.

Disgusting.

His initial feeling about it’d been correct, he had no idea why she liked it so much.

But he drank it, wanting to show some solidarity with her.

They lapsed into silence, Joe started eating his sandwiches, and like her, found them equally unsatisfying. Although, he noted with a tiny twinge of pride that the bread wasn't soggy and the lettuce was crisp.

He was still perplexed about why her mood had changed.

It wasn’t like her not to ball him out when he’d done something wrong, so maybe she really was just tired or thinking about something else.

It bugged the hell out of him though.

He thought about the great sex they’d already had; he’d been hoping for more of the same.

He wasn’t sure how to reach her now, his usual smoothness, while it worked on others, never seemed to have the same effect on her.

He opened the chips and offered them up to her, he heard the rustle as she took a handful and then dropped them on her plate.

He took some too.

He heard her crunch and did the same, unconsciously mirroring her, as though trying to gain her favor.

He much preferred the saltiness to the overly sweet drink.

The mix of the two in his mouth triggered an automatic response as it was so like her natural flavor. He shifted his position slightly as he started to harden.

Angrily, he pushed away all thoughts of sex as it seemed unlikely now.

Cam silently exhaled, she managed to force down two of the sandwich quarters, minus their crusts.

The chips seemed hard and sharp, cutting the roof of her mouth, and then got stuck in between the gaps in her teeth after she'd crunched them up.

Jesus Christ, was everything now against her because of one small error in judgement?

With the disquiet in her stomach it felt like she’d be seeing everything again soon anyway.

There was a break in the rain and the apartment fell quiet. There was only the sound of Joe’s munching and the dryer seemed to boom louder, mocking her.

Cam wished she could just disappear.

Deciding to try again, he asked, ‘How are you feeling?’ turning his head, but only being able to see the plate with its pulled off crusts and two remaining quarters on.

‘Hmm, better.’ she lied.

‘Do you want some more chips or soda?’

Goddamn him being so sweet.

She wanted to shout at him, already gearing herself up for the fight that she knew was coming.

Before she could answer, the traitorous dryer beeped and the apartment fell silent.

Joe launched into action, pleased that he could finally do something other than share an uncomfortable meal with her, ‘I’ll get it.’ and he kissed the top of her head before heading back out to the laundry.

She wanted to stop him, but was paralyzed.

Cam tensed, monster butterflies started flapping in her stomach and her throat constricted, preventing her from speaking.

Oh dear God.

She could hear her heart-beat thudding in her ears.

She strained to listen, following his actions as best she could, there was the door opening, then ... it went deadly quiet.

Wait for it ...

She heard his voice, steely and cold, ‘Cameron …?’

(Score count: Cam 3 – Joe 2)

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Chapter 7: Saturday Afternoon: No Man’s Land: Joe

Summary:

There's a storm inside ... goes some way to explain why they both fight so hard.

Joe's POV after the initial fight.

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Ch. 7

1.56 p.m. Saturday

Cam got up and headed back to the laundry room to meet her fate.

His tone had instantly ignited her anger. A reflex perhaps born out of years of fighting with her mother.

A simple, but effective defence mechanism against being hurt.

Never show weakness, fight fire with fire, go on the offence, her dad had told her six-year-old self, when she’d come home in tears because of Kerry Davis and her pack of cronies had decided that she couldn’t play in the sandpit when they’d wanted to.

She’d taken his advice to heart.

Too much to heart, and it was her default setting now.

Joe was standing in the doorway of the laundry, waiting for her, his scowl deepening as she appeared.

One of his hands was on his hip and in the other he held some pink clothes, which he was holding out, as proof of her misdemeanor.

Well that’s unnecessary, asshole, she thought.

‘Did you neglect to tell me something, Cameron?’ almost spitting out her name, and waving the offending items in her direction.

His words and his condescending tone made her feel like she was that bullied little girl again.

She stopped at the kitchen door, not trusting herself to go near him.

She was already seeing red.

‘Yes, Joe, I neglected to tell you that your whites and my whites are now pink. Of course, it was something I absolutely did on purpose.’ she said icily.

‘Why couldn’t you just tell me for God’s sake?’ he shot back at her, her words and attitude, pissed him off even more, ‘What? So it goes so much better when I find out like this?’

His brows were furrowed into a hard line and his jaw was tight.

Her face mirrored his. There was no way she was going to let him ‘win.’

‘Tell you? Tell you? What and then just you go off the deep end at me?' she retorted hotly.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ pulling his eyebrows down even further.

She threw her hands up in exasperation, ‘Oh, pretty much every time I come over there’s a little comment about if I have a toothbrush or not. Or how to wash up or … or I don’t know, where I can put like, literally anything in your Goddamn show house of an apartment.’

She was getting angrier the more she spoke.

He was so-fucking-irritating.

Joe, on the other hand, had just been mad about the washing, and that she hadn’t told him, he didn’t know that she was harboring all this anger about so much other stuff.

He’d been expecting an apology, not an attack.

He put the ruined clothes down on the kitchen top and looked at them, pulling his eyebrows concentration.

They were the issue, not everything else. He felt that was getting lost amongst her tirade.

‘You were the one who insisted on washing everything together …’ he turned and pointed at her, trying to maintain the upper hand.

He was basically saying 'I told you so,' Cam took it badly and shouted louder, ‘Jesus Christ! I made a mistake, OK? My stuff’s pink too! I’ll buy you replacements. Just let it go for once!’

He didn’t know what to say, she was admitting she was wrong, but she was at Defcon 3.

She was so infuriating.

He exhaled and tried again, ‘That’s not the point, Cameron, and you know it.’ he said crossly.

Why couldn’t she ever take the easy route? How hard was it to say ‘sorry’?

He would say it, wouldn’t he?

‘What is the point, Joe? That you’re an obsessive control freak?’ Man, he got her so riled up.

He stared at her open mouthed, ‘What the hell?’ taking a step forward, rounding in on her.

Now she was attacking him personally.

He wouldn’t let that go, the specters of too many lost battles with assholes from his childhood and swallowed down ones with his father, reared their heads, screamed for vengeance.

Here we go, she thought, and determined to beat him, she took it up a notch.

‘You know you are. That’s why you live alone, and you always will.’

She knew she shouldn’t have added the last cutting remark, but her mouth was on autopilot and it was out before she could stop it.

Fuck.

The dark expression on his face told her what she already knew, she’d crossed a line, but she wouldn’t apologize.

Never apologize, never show weakness.

She believed he'd never let her live it down.

God, why couldn’t she just say sorry for the washing and leave it? Why did she always have to make things worse?

Damn her temper, it always got her into trouble. Well, that and her pride.

She'd cross the line again in a few scant months, but the difference being she'd intentionally twist the knife she'd thrust in his heart for good, purposefully killing everything they had for good.

But that was the future.

Joe stopped and stared at her; a vein at his temple pulsed angrily, and he felt the beginning of a headache.

He moved back again and exhaled, sensing his earlier advancement had threatened her, making her even spikier.

He’d try reason one more time, he didn’t want to say something he might regret, as he thought she just had. He reminded himself how young she was.

‘OK, listen, I thought you were pissed off at me about, … you know, earlier, but you were worried about this, weren’t you?’ he tried to make his voice soft, to see if that'd work, ‘Cameron, why couldn’t you just tell me?’ he implored.

But she wouldn't show her vulnerability to him, she was sure he’d be ruthless and this was just a ploy.

Every time she'd let down her guard to someone before, wham, they ripped her to shreds.

‘Because you make me feel like a fucking child, that’s why! You’ve always got to be right. It’s so damn annoying!’ When she was sure she was right all the time.

She was shouting at him and moved forward, seeing his retreat as a sign of weakness.

She sensed victory, in their strange volatile kitchen chess match.

So, she didn’t want reason? Well fuck it then, Joe’d had enough now too.

‘Well stop acting like one!’ he re-advanced angrily across his black and white checkered tiled floor and stopped within arms reach of her, ‘Jesus, I’m NOT unreasonable, just don’t lie to me!’

‘I-DID-NOT-LIE-TO-YOU, ASSHOLE!’ rage had her in its clutches now, and she had to stop herself from just slapping his big stupid face, ‘I JUST didn’t tell you! AAAaaggghhhyy!!!’ She half-turned and screamed at the kitchen door in her frustration.

Before he could say anything else, she retreated, storming back through the living room and headed for his bathroom. The only lockable room in the place.

In her mind, she'd won, albeit by default.

On the way, she grabbed her bag from his dresser, at least she could drown out his sickly-sweet silky persuasive words with her Walkman.

He would not convince her she was wrong.

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Joe followed her as far as the kitchen door and winced as he heard the bathroom door slam, staring after her.

He was at least relieved she hadn’t been so incensed that she'd just left the apartment, forgetting that she was wearing literally nothing but his sweatshirt.

He exhaled and absent-mindedly rubbed his temples with his fingers, before running them through his hair.

Fuck.

It’d been lucky that she’d washed all of her clothes so she couldn’t go.

They’d have to resolve it at some stage.

He'd leave her for now, nothing good would come of trying to reason with her like this.

Maybe she’d cool off some and come out of her own accord, she’d be bound to get hungry sooner or later.

She hadn't had much of her lunch.

He sighed as he picked up the washing on the counter and took it through to the laundry to hang up.

He thought it was a good job he had all of his shirts sent out.

He 'tsked' to himself as he went. But after completing the task, he gave a short laugh as he surveyed the mass of pink now draped across the small room.

It wasn’t as if anyone, except her would see his underwear now and he had more tee-shirts, and towels ... so, what did it really matter?

He looked out the window and watched some wind-battered trees bending violently as the rain swirled around them.

He felt the unfamiliar pang of regret, of not taking a beat before shouting at her.

But why couldn’t she just have told him? Plainly that was what had been bothering her during lunch.

Was he that much of an ogre?

She seemed to think so. She had a point that he was difficult to live with.

He knew he was far too particular about cleaning and where things went, he’d lived on his own for such a long time now.

It was a habit, it'd become ingrained. The order actually soothed him.

Even as a teenager, he’d mainly had the family house to himself apart from when one of the ever-changing housekeepers was there or his dad was back on some shore leave. Though when he was, they just edged around one another, not knowing how to be with each other, let alone live together.

But to say he never would live with anyone, that was just plain mean.

Did she have a point or was it a comment solely designed to hurt him?

He didn't know.

God, he really was a ‘clean freak’.

He blamed his father for that, who’d been in the navy.

His dad’d insisted he did his chores and kept tabs on him through the housekeepers.

He'd been determined that no son of his would be a spoiled brat. He’d seen too many new recruits outraged at the menial tasks they’d had to do.

He'd been teaching Joe a life lesson and Joe had taken it to heart, and then some.

He reasoned that he could impress his surly father with how well he did his chores, and it would bridge the gap that'd always been there.

But no praise was ever given, and their relationship was more like officer and recruit, than father and son.

He ended up doing more and more, desperately seeking the praise that would never come. More than was asked, until, as he got older, there hadn't been a need for a housekeeper and he really was on his own.

Joe watched a car turn out of the parking lot and idly wondered where anyone would be going on a day like today.

He thought of Cam in the bathroom.

He hadn’t wanted to fight with her.

There’d been a few near misses already today, but this was the first relationship he’d been in in a long time.

He was still adjusting to it.

Usually, he took what he wanted, he wasn't used to giving or compromising.

Before her, for about a year, he'd had a string of one-night stands.

So many one-night stands.

His anger and self-destructiveness after finding out about his mother and his fathers' lies made him even less capable of connecting with anyone than before, which had been tenuous at best.

But he wanted, no he needed company, and a way to vent his anger, and he took it in the only way he knew how; sex.

He lost himself in it, sex, drink and the odd occasion of drugs were the only times he could stop the pain from splitting him in two.

Rarely, he repeated the act with the same person. He enjoyed the variety, the smorgasbord of people available to him.

The different shapes and sizes or age or race or gender.

At least he was inclusive, although he'd been too preoccupied to be careful with anyone as he drove from Armonk to San Francisco, to where his mom had ended up.

Each seduction gave him an addictive feeling of power, if only for a few scant hours.

He was a parasite, taking what he needed and moving on, not caring about the heartbreak or other carnage he left in his wake.

His conquests would follow a similar pattern; they’d meet in some diner, restaurant or dingy bar and then fuck, in a toilet cubicle, a back alley or if they were lucky, in his car, he didn't really care where.

Alternatively, he’d go to theirs, when he could leave when he wanted.

Or as a last resort, a very last resort, he’d take them to wherever he was staying, sending them on their way as soon as he was able to get rid of them.

He couldn't tolerate them in his personal space for too long, as he needed to take his mask off occasionally.

The acts never filled the huge expansive void he had inside, well until he started working toward his plan, and the 'thing.'

That was the only thing that'd changed him, it revitalised him and drove him.

He didn't know why it'd meant so much to him. Perhaps it was a way to stop thinking about his fucked up childhood.

Years later, he came to believe that it'd all been fate's plan so he could meet her and Gordon.

Cam was the first person ever to consistently invade his space and stay over.

He'd even cooked for her.

Cooked!

He hadn't even done that with Simon, but they'd stayed mostly at hotels, he reasoned.

He didn't know who was he around her, or why he’d let it continue after she’d finished the BIOS.

Maybe he’d just got used to her being around.

He'd found he liked it, despite that fact that she turned his world upside down. She pushed him in so many ways.

Maybe it really was … love?

He tried the word again, it had an unfamiliar, iron-like tang, the same as blood.

Love had always cut him so deeply before, and he’d purposefully avoided it.

His father was supposed to love him, but he'd been distant and cold. He'd also cut him deeper than anyone else ever had.

Then there was his mom, Joe didn't know if she'd simply stopped loving him after the accident.

He couldn't understand why she hadn't come back or tried to make any contact with him at least once in the 23 years.

Was her fear of his father too deep?

Had he paid her off?

Or, as he suspected in dark moments, she'd just forgotten about him, her son.

Were his memories embellished? Was she just pretending to love him?

It was a puzzle he'd never solve and it tormented him.

But one thing was certain, love just messed him up.

Would it be any different with Cam?

She was so young and somehow, she’d brought out his softer side, despite himself.

He wanted to protect her.

Maybe that was how Simon’d felt about him.

Joe had tolerated it for a short time, no, he'd actually reveled in it.

Until he'd sabotaged it.

Probably, he reasoned for self-protection, pre-empting the inevitable, when Simon would see through him, get bored or fed up with the façade and end it anyway.

Maybe she’d do the same, and rip his heart out when she went.

The thought of not being with her, unbalanced him and he clung to her like a life buoy, fearing a return to the half-life he'd had before.

She’d pushed him to open up, first it was about his scars, soon after she pushed him about other things too.

It'd been a couple of months before she’d asked him how he’d got them, he didn’t know why it’d taken so long.

Usually it was the first thing his lovers wanted to know, if they saw them.

Confusingly, it'd both irked and pleased him.

It was like the disfigurements were normal and didn’t make him into a freak show.

Then she hadn’t bought his well-used stories like so many others had.

Surprised that he’d been caught out, he went on the offence, to hide his naked terror of coming out from his protective wall and being ridiculed and hurt again.

It had stung more that he cared to admit when she’d told him that ‘to lead people, you have to show them who you really are’ and implied that he was just an empty expensive suit.

He hadn’t told anyone his tragic tale in a long time, it was too painful and too personal.

But he’d sensed from the beginning that she masked her own vulnerability in a similar way.

They were more alike than either cared to admit.

Then one night, unbidden, she’d told him that her father had been killed in Vietnam when she was just a kid, and her mother had quickly tried to replace him with a succession of loser boyfriends. Then about the difficult mother-daughter relationship that had meant she'd left home at 17.

He’d found it both strange and touching that she wanted to share such intimate information with him, opening up to him in a way he was yet incapable of doing.

He could see tears forming in her eyes as she spoke.

But he didn’t do or say anything.

He was a coward.

He’d been scared to give her the comfort she sought in case her sadness overwhelmed him and broke through his carefully built defences.

Parents were such a difficult subject for him.

She’d mistaken his lack of reaction as a lack of empathy, and it'd pissed her off.

She accused him of being 'soulless' and had stormed out.

He just let her go, he hadn’t tried to stop her.

But it made him think, he’d had no compulsion to laugh or ridicule her, so, would she be as equally generous with him?

He'd felt guilty and missed her.

Both emotions pulled him out of his comfort zone.

Maybe it was just coincidence that she’d tried to get him to open up about his scars a couple of nights before he went to Gordon’s for dinner, which turned out to be the night Hurricane Alicia made landfall.

Donna was trying hard not to show how worried she was about Gordon’s whereabouts; and the girls, well they were just curious about one of their parents’ grown up friends.

It was annoying at first and then, amazingly, he actually enjoyed how much they wanted to be around him, to include him.

Besides, he’d reasoned, if playing with some stupid kids would mean an easier night and he might actually win over Gordon’s astute wife, he’d do it.

How could he distract them?

He hadn’t been around any kids as an adult, but he’d been a kid, a lifetime ago.

He quickly scanned through his memories as the girls bounced around him on the couch … what did he think was fun back then, before his world changed with the fall?

Of course, a blanket fort – perfect.

Strangely, they’d just accepted him and took him at his word about the storm and the 'zapper' flash lights.

Then another revelation, they'd named them, made them their friends.

Just like her toy … it got him thinking.

He could see the gratitude on Donna’s face and she grudgingly thawed and accepted him being there.

Although, he knew she’d never fully trust him after calling him out about him sabotaging Cam's work on the OS all for publicity.

But tonight at least, they had a truce.

When she shared her own childhood memories, he shared one of his too … well just enough of one.

He’d been up on that damn roof for days anyway since Cam’s pushing.

He knew that to Donna, he sounded normal, he was good at that, hiding his freak side to fit in and be accepted.

It’d been a revelation though, how they were all laughing, including her, as they dried him off after he’d ‘fought’ the storm.

That hadn’t been an act, it was real, genuine, authentic … and he’d felt some crazy release rolling on Gordon’s front lawn 'fighting' the storm for the girls, with the wild energy of the storm whipping all around him in the rain.

Back inside, the two girls had clung to him, their eyes shone with admiration … with love?

And he suddenly understood what Cam had been talking about.

It affected him more than he cared to admit.

It was what he wanted, what he’d been unconsciously yearning for years, but terrified of it all the same.

For a few precious moments, he had a vision that it could've been his life, his family, if fate had been kind and dealt him a different hand.

It was completely magical, but the spell was broken the instant Gordon arrived home and the family re-centered itself.

Joe felt incredibly jealous of him at that moment.

It was the first baby steps in his long journey to realizing he wanted kids, and a family of his own.

He made his excuses and left, not wanting to be around a real loving family any more.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that his life was empty.

He craved a real human connection, and he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

He drove to where she lived, where he’d dropped her off a few times but had never actually been in.

Maybe it was the effect of the storm, but he felt raw.

He was in unfamiliar territory.

Even his voice sounded different when he asked her if she had anyone she’d call during the hurricane.

She just looked at him as though he was a mad man, standing there soaked through with grass stains on his $200 shirt.

He changed tact and asked her to show him her new OS.

Work was always much safer ground between them.

He was overwhelmed. It was better than he could have hoped for.

It was fantastic, she really was a genius.

His brain instantly flipped into business mode, if their machine could deliver this as well as being lighter, then it’d be a triumph … they could charge more for it too … not that it mattered, it wasn’t the important thing … she’d done it … she’d understood his vision and had been able get his ideas out and into the world … she really was the one.

Then he took a leap of faith and told her the truth about his scars.

His world didn’t shatter, she was so gentle with him, she showered him with tender love.

It was a real breakthrough.

Little by little, his walls started coming down.

The more honest he was, the more love she gave him, and he was finally able to start loving her back.

He was so happy, she loved the real him, not just the protective shell, his projected self.

Everything was really good … for a while anyway, until their fighting spirits got the way.

Joe sighed, taking his eyes away from tempest going on outside the window, and contemplated the one currently located in his bathroom.

He padded quietly into his bedroom and knocked on the bathroom door.

‘Cameron?’

No answer.

He knocked again and tried a little louder, ‘Cameron, hey? Are you OK?’

Silence.

‘Look, Cam, I’m sorry, it doesn’t matter. You’re right, they’re only clothes and I know it was an accident.’

Still nothing.

He pressed his ear to the door, and tried the handle, was she even in there any more? Had she sneaked out?

‘Cameron? Cam?’

He was about to go and check his closet when he heard the familiar tinny sound of her Walkman.

Ahh, he understood now, she’d retreated into her music.

He stared at the door, undecided of what to do.

He went back to the living room and started clearing away their discarded lunch, going to his happy place.

He threw away the remainder of her sandwiches. He noted without satisfaction that the bread still wasn’t soggy.

He washed the plates and glasses up, methodically losing himself in the ritual he’d devised long ago.

He went back to the bathroom and listened again, still the faint sound of music.

He knocked, ‘Cameron?’ he waited, ‘Cam?’

Still nothing.

Joe walked over to his window; the view of Dallas was obscured by the gray haze of the rain.

He thought about the fights he'd had with his father, when nothing Joe had done had been up to his high standards.

He was doing the same to her, not just with the clothes but everything she’d called him on.

The realisation hit him like a bolt out of the blue, he’d been his father with her.

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the cold glass.

Oh God.

It wasn’t as if she’d had a father or even a mother to have helped her, she’d brought herself up, so what did he expect?

He keenly felt the difference in their ages.

He didn’t want to fight with her any more.

He wanted to hold her, to be there for her, protect her.

It hit him then, he wanted to be family for her.

Not family in the sense of his father or her mother, but family like his mother had been, before she was lost to him, how her father had been, and how Donna and Gordon were for their daughters.

It was never too late to change, people said.

He could change, he would unlearn his bad ways.

They could teach each other. Couldn’t they?

He could do whatever he wanted, he was Joe MacMillan, change was his speciality, he allowed himself a rye smile.

He would always forgive her, and he’d surprise himself with his capacity to be open and selfless with her. It was something that he got better at as the years passed.

Previously, he’d always put himself, and his own protection first.

He would finally reverse decades of selfishness and it’d start him on the long road to real, permanent change.

He’d always come back to their shared lack of family when they fought, whether they were together or apart.

Although, it'd take him a while to forgive her and remind himself of it after she had wounded him more deeply than he deserved again and again.

Her wrath always made her overact and it'd be the same in a few months after they broke up, and when she'd use his love for her to wreak vengeance on Westgroup, taking out his career prospects and marriage at the same time.

But that was the future.

In the present, Joe went and got some paper and started writing.

(Score count: Cam 3 – Joe 2)

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Chapter 8: Saturday Afternoon: No Man’s Land: Cam

Summary:

There's a storm inside ... goes some way to explain why they both fight so hard - Cam's POV

#Self-imposed lockdown

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Ch. 8

2.18 p.m. Saturday

Cam sat on the toilet in his bathroom cursing that she hadn’t had the presence of mind to at least grab something of her lunch on her way through the living room.

Not even the bag of chips or a glass of orange soda.

Asshole.

It wasn’t as if she was hungry now, but a little basic planning would’ve made her self-imposed confinement more comfortable.

Although, the dramatic effect of storming off just wouldn’t have been the same, she supposed.

The first thing she did was to put on her Walkman, thinking he’d follow her.

She searched her bag, and then roughly upended it, tipping everything onto the gleaming white tiles.

Goddammit!

She’d put the rest of her tapes by his stereo.

Fucking Joe.

She blamed him for now being stuck with just the one tape that'd been playing for the last day in the small machine, her lifeline

It was The Slit’s excellent debut album ‘Cut,’ which she loved, but it was pretty short as both sides totaled just over 30 minutes.

She knew she’d be sick of it if she heard it too many times.

She pushed her palms into her eyes and exhaled forcefully.

She wanted to smash something.

But she knew that would only make things worse.

At least she was able to play the music as loud as she wanted, so loud that it blocked everything else out.

Blocked out him.

Blocked out her whirling thoughts to help her to calm down some.

She closed her eyes and rocked herself in time with the music.

The side she’d been listening came to an end and she heard him knock and say her name.

She tensed up.

She was still too mad at him, so she quickly turned the tape over and pressed play, drowning out whatever he was saying.

It took her a whole song before she risked checking he’d gone.

Fucking hell, the music was really loud.

She was probably going to get tinnitus or go deaf because of him.

Fucking Joe.

The fact that she was stuck wearing his sweatshirt and sat in his way-too-clean bathroom, only added to her wrath.

Everywhere she looked reminded her of him.

She decided to sit on the floor by the door, but the tiles were cold and her legs were bare.

She grabbed his large bath towel, and laid it on the floor, sitting on it and folding the other half over her legs.

God, how did it come to this?

All because of her Goddamn socks?

She didn’t know why everything always had to get so out of hand.

She replayed the fight again, she seriously doubted it would’ve gone any differently even if she’d have told him earlier.

Rather, she figured it would've been worse.
Joe would’ve started his bullshit as soon as he knew.

He was an asshole and she hated him.
Instantly, a small voice inside contradicted herself.

She focused all her anger on it.

She was not wrong.

She definitely wasn’t.

He was an asshole.

So are you the voice answered back.

It was a familiar enemy, the one that would argue with her whenever she ripped her mom a new one, or any number of her loser boyfriends who were stupid enough to get in the middle of their legendary mother-daughter fights.

Cam’s strategy was always to go for the jugular, take away the wind in the other persons' sails.

Both ending and winning the fight quickly and definitively.

It was another thing her dad had advised her, she was a girl, most likely her opponent would be bigger and stronger.

So he'd told his daughter to always fight dirty, get the fight won by whatever means possible.

He’d probably meant more physical attacks and certainly hadn’t meant her to use the tactic against her mother.

Or pretty much everyone else.

She didn’t know what her plan was now, stuck in his bathroom as she was.

She hadn’t thought that far ahead.

Her usually game plan was to just leave.

Then they’d both have a chance to cool off.

They’d usually ignore whatever had happened, instead there’d be some work crisis or something that would mean they’d ignite the spark in each other again.

Then they’d fall back into this weird routine, again.

They rarely apologized and never raked over the cause of their fight.

She recalled the time when she’d met his father, before she knew what he’d done to Joe.

She and Joe had fought about him hiring a new office manager and a whole bunch of useless programmers, and he'd been so typically pig-headed.

When challenged, he’d called her unprofessional and told her not to expect special treatment because of what was going on between them.

From her perspective, he’d overlooked her on purpose, 1. because she was female and 2. he didn’t have any respect for her because they were fucking.

Such an asshole!

Anyway, the guy he’d hired was another asshole, completely power hungry and doing a bad job. And he obviously had a problem with women too.

He was assigning work in the most inefficient way, anyone with half a brain could do it better.

She could do it better.

She couldn’t understand why Joe didn’t see it.

Fucking men's club!

She’d taken Joe’s keys and gone to his place to remove all her stuff to 'wake him up,' to make him think about what he was doing at work and otherwise with her.

That was when she’d met his father.

It’d been strange, while she was really pissed at Joe, she found herself feeling oddly protective towards him as she spoke to his dad.

She felt that there’d been something ‘off’ about him from the start.

She played her cards close to her chest, the only time he’d really got to her was when he spoke about her father.

She’d gone and sat in Joe’s bathroom, ironically where she was now, and the penny had dropped, he was playing her, the same way Joe had done.

She’d recognized the same ruthlessness and ability to say whatever to get what he wanted.

Joe was a chip off the old block.

Well, like father, like son, she would play him right back, find out what his little scheme was and maybe she could use it over Joe.

There was something obviously going on between Joe and the old man, a different kind of power play than what she'd been playing with him.

The more she listened, the more sure she was that she wanted nothing to do with it, or either of them, she told herself fiercely. The guy actually had made her skin crawl.

The next day, after she’d proved her worth to him again and got rid of the other office asshole, after asking if he was going to the work's outing, she let it slip that she'd met his father.

The most surprising thing had been Joe’s reaction, all of his previous arrogance deserted him.

Once he knew she’d spoken to his dad, his voice changed and she thought he was going to ask her more, but he went real quiet. His words for once failing him.

It was a side she hadn't seen before.

At the time, she figured it'd just been a ploy, but it stuck with her. There was something more there for sure, just like the whole thing with those scars of his.

Later, unexpectedly, he turned up at the KYCD Car Smash and Barbecue and paid mega bucks to smash up a Japanese car.

She’d been halfway down her second beer, celebrating her earlier victory of landing the software manager position with the coders. All giggly as she hadn't eaten anything yet.

She'd been relaxed, unguarded as she hadn't thought Joe was going, him being so dismissive of it before.

His raw power attracted a lot of attention, but the effect it had on Cam was just electrifying, watching him stand on the hood and unleash all of his anger on it, like he has a personal vendetta against the poor Japanese machine.

He did a lot of damage to it.

She noticed how the girls from the typing pool preened and flicked their big hair trying to get his attention.

All the while everyone else was cheering and yelling encouragement. The Cardiff grunts obviously felt Joe was finally one of them for the first time.

But thrillingly, when he paused and adjusted his grip, he'd only had eyes for her.

And how they’d burned into her.

She knew they were going to fuck and it was going to be glorious.

Annoyingly, there were just too many people around, Bos and guys from the bull pit crowded round Joe afterwards.

A beer was shoved in his hand as they toasted him, sweeping him off to one of those lame-o high strikers to all test their strength against him.

What macho jocks, she thought, annoyed.

Even amongst crowd, he towered above them all. He was laughing at their enthusiasm, but he turned round and looked straight back at her.

His unguarded smile went right up into his eyes and he looked a decade younger. She couldn't help return it like she had some ridiculous crush.

Pathetic Cam!

Wait, did he just tip his head back, beckoning her to follow him? Jesus! What was she his dog?

But she downed her beer, grabbed another and stalked after him all the same, some of her coder monkeys tagged along, saying Joe'd easily beat all of the engineers, but Yo-Yo thought he could take him and she tuned him out when he started talking about it being all in the technique'

Why were all men such dickheads? She lamented, rolling her eyes as Joe and the crowd around him disappeared around a corner and she quickened her step to catch up..

For the next 30 minutes or so, they'd flirtatiously danced around each other with intensely passionate stolen looks, trying to be surreptitious around everyone, but not really caring if they weren't. Their need for each other was too great and the alcohol made Cam especially reckless.

Joe complained his arm hurt and he couldn't even manage one more swing, getting out of the fray. Yo-Yo was leading for a while, but a scrawny-looking engineer beat him by a mile, surprising everyone. For once, a relatively good natured argument broke out as the guys started exchanging strategies.

Joe managed to duck out as Cam turned round and headed for a hot dog stand, she needed to eat if she was going to go a couple of rounds in the sack with him, she thought rationally.

Joe’d appeared as if by magic next to her and she smiled as he started saying something to her, but she stopped whatever bullshit he was going to spout by half-turning toward him and lowering her free hand to momentary but firmly cup his cock. She’d relished how he hastily tried to rearrange his face to order his dog without giving anything away.

As usual, she led the way.

They’d quickly organized a leaving strategy and had only gone a few blocks before succumbing to their desire.

Cam’s drunken state had emboldened her, so she’d had his semi hard-on out before he’d even turned out of the car park, loving his shocked half-hearted attempt at stopping her blowing him.

She enjoyed surprisingly him and taking charge, this big man, she thought, was just putty in her hands and she loved it.

It’d taken all of his concentration not to crash.

That was the first time they fucked in his car.

It’d been brief, but oh so hot and dirty, fueled by their swallowed-down anger, the illicitness, and in Cam's case, three and half beers.

Afterwards, they went back to his and carried on. Their strong need to reconnect heightening everything.

God, it'd been a-fucking-mazing.

The make-up sex always seemed to be like that, more devouring each other than fucking.

Cam, sat on his tiled floor, and wondered if it would be the same this time.

Impatient as ever, she wanted this Mexican stand-off over, to get on with the reconciliation part

She tried to push away the regret she felt about telling him he’d always live alone.

The implication being that he was too damaged, too broken, too much of a freak for anyone to love him.

She knew how that’d make him feel, as she’d feel the same.

He was way more damaged than she was, just better at hiding it though.

For him it was so bound up with his parents, and the fucked-up thing his father had done.

After he’d told her, she’d tried to imagine what it must be like.

The people that were supposed to love you hurting you the most, that was her mom too.

But what his dad did, well that was just sick.

It was no wonder he had trust issues.

She realized she’d just done the same thing to him, and it wasn’t as though either of them gave their love easily.

Like ever.

Fuck.

Why did she always have to go for one upmanship?

She put her head back against the wall, banging the bruise there from before. She squeezed her eyes shut, cupping her temples in her palms.

She didn’t know how to reach him again, how to make it right.

Her pride made it so difficult to admit she was wrong. It would take the perspective of living in a different country and being a bit older to soften her.

Exhaling, she got up to pee.

She hoped he wouldn’t need to go.

She doubted he’d forgive her if he had to piss or worse in his kitchen sink.

The image of him taking a dump in his pristine gleaming sink made her bark out a sharp laugh.

Geez, she had a sick mind sometimes.

She turned the tape over again.

She was parched and contemplated drinking some water, but she never fully trusted the faucets in the bathroom.

Her mind would always go back to a time at elementary school when someone had reported feathers coming out into a bathroom sink.

Then later that day, the caretaker’d pulled a dead pigeon out of the water tank.

It'd been so gross, and it'd stayed with her, despite being a freak occurrence, but she figured better safe than sorry and didn't want to risk even if his place was so Goddamn clean.

Her dad'd told her the water from the kitchen was always safe to drink. It was on a different system, closed in and away from dead pigeons and other such things.

She still missed him and his level-headed advice terribly.

She hugged her knees into her chest and put her head on them.

She thought how different her life would’ve been with him still in it.

He’d been out of it longer than he’d been in it now.

She couldn’t even remember the sound of his voice any more.

She let the tears fall, the pain as fresh as ever.

Blinking through them, she thought of Joe and his mom, he was told she was dead aged 11, then found out she hadn’t been once she actually was.

Fucking 23 years later.

She realized that was he grieving the first time a few months before she'd been born.

Was that significant?

But that was 23 years that he could have had a relationship with hia mom, could known her, and it'd been kept from him.

She tried to imagine suddenly finding out her dad had been alive and then suddenly dead. To have had that time stolen away, she couldn't think of anything worse.

She thought it would be better not to know.

She couldn't imagine how that would mess with person's head.

It was so totally fucked-up.

She hated his dad on his behalf.

A fierce bubble of protection for him rose up inside her.

Fuck!

She knew she was stuck, which kept happening where Joe was concerned, pulled in opposite directions at the same time, and ending up going nowhere.

Hating him because they were both so stubborn and it’d led to yet another stupid, ugly fight. Neither wanting to back down because they both hated losing, and wanted to win all the time.

Loving him and wanting to open herself up to him, to share their damaged selves and finally have something real. Something good.
To have a real connection with someone, with him.

It wasn't something either of them were good and she felt like she was in the Twilight Zone around him, not recognizing herself.

She’d tried opening herself up once, it was later on that same night as the car rally, in the early hours of the morning, when they were lying in bed, after they'd fucked all their anger into oblivion.

They were both softer after sex, less guarded and more honest.

The day had been significant, July 2nd, her dad’s birthday, less than two weeks before her own and he was on her mind.

Impulsively, she’d started telling Joe about him and her childhood, probably prompted by meeting Joe's dad and wanting to show him she understood his pain.

She’d taken his silence as indifference, and angrily she’d bailed.

It scared her to open up again.

But if she hadn’t done it first, he probably would’ve never shared his real sad story with her.

And they wouldn’t be where they were now.

Fucking asshole, not knowing if she meant Joe or herself.

She got up again and took his aftershave out from the above the sink. Even in the short time she'd known him, the smell of it had become indelibly linked to him and, strangely, it comforted her.

She wanted to hold him, to lose herself in his strong arms, and in the inevitable physical side that would take all of their hurt away, even if for only a short time.

She sat down again, listening to the music, allowing it to wash over her again, clearing her head of all thoughts.

She started tapping along with one of her favorite songs, 'Shoplifting,' as it came on.

She was about sing when suddenly, her attention was caught by a pink string that started advancing under the door until there was about five inches of it.

She looked at it, transfixed.

Oh! It was one of her strawberry laces.

The flavored liquorice candy she'd put on the conveyor belt at the checkout and had promptly forgotten about it.

She was enthralled, knowing Joe was on the other end, but not knowing what he was doing.

It moved from side to side, as he tried to get her attention.

She raised her hand over it, but hesitated and it moved faster, as if it sensed she was there.

OK, she thought, and grabbed it, so he’d know she had it and then and pulled it towards her.

A strange circle appeared, made out the string, then another and then a third, all knotted onto to the first string.

The last was threaded through a hole in a piece of paper.

She reeled it in and opened it up, Joe’s neat handwriting sprawled across the page.

Fascinated, Cam absentmindedly started chewing on the laces as she read.

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Cameron,

I don’t want to fight with you.

You were right, they’re only clothes and they don’t matter.

They’re not important to me, but you are.

It feels like I’ve always been alone.

I don’t want that to be my future.

You’ve come and rocked my world and I’m sorry I resist you and go back to my bad old ways.

It's only a habit, I want to change and I want to be with you.

Please be patient with me.

What you do is amazing.

What you've done and what you're going to do will be amazing too.

I’m in awe of you and excited about a future with you in it.

Joe

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It was only the second letter received from someone she loved; her dad had sent her one in an early birthday card when he was posted over in Vietnam.

The first and the last one he’d ever send.

It was all kisses and how much he missed his little girl.

She read Joe’s again.

Naturally as eloquent with a pen as he was in person.

He didn’t say he loved her, but she could feel it.

Her heart was in her mouth.

It was the truth and not just his silky words, wasn't it?

She wanted to believe it.

Another strawberry lace came under the door and she could see the top of another curious circle.

She pulled it and again two more appeared followed by another piece of paper.

She read it and burst out laughing.

Then reached up and opened the door.

(Score count: Cam 3 – Joe 2)

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Chapter 9: Saturday Afternoon: Bathroom

Summary:

A short n sweet one.

Warning: sexually explicit content

Notes:

Hmmm ... I wonder what he wrote in his second note so she opened the door ...

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Ch. 9

3.32 p.m. Saturday

Joe was sat on his bedroom floor, leaning against the opposite side of the bathroom door frame as the door swung inwards, Cam sat on the bathroom floor, facing him.

The opened pack of strawberry laces and a notepad were in front of him.

Alongside it there was a screwed up ball of paper and some more of the curious red loops.

They looked at each other, both seeming to recognize they were more emotional than usual.

Perhaps as there hadn’t been the normal cooling off period after their fight.

‘Hi.’ he said softly.

‘Hi.’ she said quietly back and before it became awkward, she picked up the last set of three circles, frowning, she asked, 'What are these?’

He gave an embarrassed laugh, ‘Umm, they were supposed to be love hearts,’ and he smiled shyly, 'But I couldn’t get them to stay in shape. Craft was never really my thing.’

He actually started to blush.

Blush! 

She thought he looked adorable and she groaned inwardly as her heart sang.

You sap! Her rebellious inner punk accused.

She held them up as she inspected them, 'No shit.’ she deadpanned, and rolled her eyes to show him how lame it was.

But inside, she was practically beaming, he’d tried to be romantic.

'So, may I?’ and he indicated the second note.

She nodded, 'Uh-huh.’

‘Err ... you’re going to just sit there?’ his eyebrows crinkled in disbelief.

‘Eeuuggh, no, gross!’ and she made a face, 'I do not want to watch you take a piss.’

But she still didn’t move.

'OK, so ...?’ his eyebrows raised dramatically now.

‘We have to kiss and make up first.’ she said as though it was obvious.

'Oh!' he smiled broadly and scooted forward, ignoring the detritus in front of him, reaching for her.

She moved forward too and leaned in to meet his lips.

The kiss was soft and tender.

He moved back enough to look her in the eye, cupping her face and whispered huskily, 'So I know you want me all to yourself, but sabotaging my underwear wasn’t really necessary, you know.’

She narrowed her eyes at him, not sure if he was teasing or chiding her again, until he smiled and murmured, 'I'm sorry I shouted at you.’

She put her hand over his and replied quietly, 'I’m sorry too.’

She lowered her lashes, looking down at his chest.

Apologies were still unnatural for her, but she’d get better with practice.

She broke the spell brusquely, ‘OK, I need some water, you do what you’ve gotta do.’

She scooped up and stuffed her Walkman, headphones, his letters and the candy into her bag and stood up.

His hands went to her legs as she rose, and his mouth was on her left thigh heading higher.

He caressed her legs as he moved his hands around and up to her butt, under his sweatshirt.

'Aaahhh!’ she sighed closing her eyes briefly.

But she wriggled out of his grasp, 'Don't start something you can't finish, MacMillan,' she warned him, 'Go pee and I’ll meet you back here for a shower.’

She emphasized the last word and smiled at him flirtatiously.

‘Ahh, good idea.’ and he grinned as he stood up too.

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When she got back, she found him already naked and steam coming from the shower cubicle.

He’d folded up the bath towel that’d been on the floor and placed it on the closed lid of the toilet, along with a second one.

There were definitely times when she appreciated his attention to detail.

Cam stripped off his sweatshirt for what felt like the umpteenth time, throwing it back on his dresser, not caring that it missed and landed on the floor.

Joe watched but said nothing.

‘After you.’ he said gallantly, holding the shower door open for her.

She giggled as he affectionately cupped her bottom as he followed her in closing it after him.

They’d taken a shower together several times now. They actually did try to wash as much as they could before their lust took over.

Today, they were both impatient.

Joe grabbed one of the two soaps that now resided inside because of such occasions and started washing her breasts in the warm water in a figure of eight.

He turned so that the water was hitting his upper back, preventing it going straight into her face.

She squirted some shampoo into her hand, and he bowed his head, allowing her to reach his hair.

Joe found her lips at the same time and kissed her, delicately pushed his tongue into her mouth.

He moved the soap to wash each of her armpits as she reached up, trying to do it properly despite her squirming.

Afterwards, he pulled her into him more, half turning to lean back against the tiled wall and started soaping up her upper back.

He reached up and angled the shower head away from her face.

He slowly worked his way down towards her waist and then lower, using the soap to caress each globe in turn.

Cam broke the kiss, took the other soap and starting at his throat, rubbed it over his broad chest, watching how the soapy water made him glisten.

With the help from the laver, she easily slipped herself back out of his arms, so she could sweep the soap quickly around his taunt stomach and down to his hardening dick.

He groaned as one hand glided up and down his shaft, and she used the soap to gently fondle and wash his balls at the same time with the other.

He put his head back and pushed his hips up into her more, increasing the delicious sensations.

'So you like that, huh?’ she asked grinning up at him.

‘Mmmm, I do.’ and he looked at her through slitted eyes, smiling back, which turned into a pout as she moved down to his thighs.

He put the soap back and poured some shampoo into his hand, and then used it to slowly wash her short blonde bob.

He found her nipple with his other hand and started rolling and softly pinching it, making her moan now.

She helpfully put her head back into the water, so he could wash the suds out of her hair again.

Then Joe moved forward, tipping the shower head back to rinse the shampoo out of his hair with his other hand. He shook his head firmly away from her to get rid of the excess water.

Then he refocused on her and came forward.

He picked her up and folded his arms under her legs, hoisting them up high around his waist, being careful to avoid hitting her head on the shower.

She loved his solidity and strength at times like this. It made her happy, and she felt like how she did in her dad's arms, although she wouldn't connect those particular dots until years later.

She loved it when she was so high above him that to kiss, he had to tip his head back fully and she curled herself down onto his mouth.

It was so sensual.

She rocked her hips against his chest to show him how turned on she was.

He turned round and let her down, so they were at eye level, with her legs resting on his hips and his arms supporting under her bottom.

More gently than earlier, he pressed her back into the wall.

Once she was braced there, he pulled his arms apart, spreading her as he did, both hands homing in on her open pussy.

He delicately searched out and stroked her clit, and pushed two fingers into her with his other hand.

‘Nnaaahhhh … aahhhh …’ she couldn’t prevent a moan escaping.

‘Do you like that?’ he whispered hotly into her ear, using her words from before.

She pushed herself against him with more force, ‘Hmmm, yeah …’ she breathed ardently, ‘I want you inside me.’

'So impatient ...' but he smiled, pulling back to watch her, as he took his hands away and adjusted her height to allow him to rub his tip teasingly up and down the length of her slit.

She writhed trying to force herself down onto his hard cock.

Groaning in frustration, she pleaded, ‘Aaahh! Just fuck me, Joe!’

She dug her nails into his shoulders, knowing the pain would increase his need.

He groaned now; the deep rumble seemed to reverberate around the shower cubicle.

He positioned his cock at her entrance and looked at her with soft eyes, ‘What’s the magic word?’ and his mouth twitched into a sweet smile.

She considered saying ‘Asshole,' but she knew he wasn’t being smug for once.

She waited a beat, so he’d know it was her choice, ‘Please,’ she replied, breathing heavily, 'Fuck me.’ staring back at him with a little smile of her own.

He lowered his arms, moving her down and arched his back, easing himself into her delicate folds.

The effect of him being inside her was more than just physical, somehow it soothed the deep longing in both of them.

Neither would experience such completeness with anyone else or understand that they were helpless to resist its pull.

It was a different kind of make-up sex than they were used to.

Usually, it was angry and electrifying, now it was soft and loving.

They both enjoyed it.

Joe cupped her head, protecting it from the hard wall and further bruising after the earlier accident in the kitchen.

She pushed a lock of his wet hair back, so it was off his forehead.

He dragged himself out of her, savoring how her face changed as she moaned at its loss.

They both sighed contentedly as he curled his hips and filled her again.

She put her hands on either side of his face and he let her pull him down, capturing her lips for slow sweet kiss.

He pressed himself into her again and they both moaned as they watched each other, their eyes just inches apart.

With amazing self-control, he maintained a slow pace.

They kept eye contact and groaned every time he was sheathed fully inside of her.

It was as if they were trying to pour all of their sadness out and show the other with their flesh what they couldn’t say with words; that they understood the other’s pain and they were loved.

It would take more heartache and years before they’d be able to talk openly to each other.

This was the one thing in which their bodies outsmarted their brains, figuring out they were their missing parts on their first encounter.

Then Joe slowed as his legs were tiring, 'Hey, let’s take this to the bedroom.’ he sultrily suggested.

‘Uhhh … OK,’ she breathily replied, figuring he had been doing a lot of the 'leg work.'

She whimpered as his cock came out and he let her down.

They chuckled when she fell against him as her legs were shaky and he helped to steady her.

After washing off the remnants of soap, they wrapped themselves in the towels and he took her hand leading her back to his bed.

(Score count: Cam 3 – Joe 2)

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Chapter 10: Saturday Afternoon: Bed Again

Summary:

Back to bed to continue making up ...

Warning: sexually explicit content

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Ch. 10

4.25 p.m. Saturday

The rain carried on its relentless downpour and made a dark gray curtain blocking out everything outside his bedroom.

Inside, Joe turned on a bedside light and chivalrously spread his towel out on the bed for her.

He turned and undid hers, letting it drop to the floor.

He brought her up to kiss him.

She loved it when he possessively wrapped his arms around her.

She sighed sharply as he bent her back and knelt above her with his legs in between hers.

She snaked her arms around his neck and pressed herself back up into his chest.

She took his lower lip and lightly bit into it, just enough turn him on rather than to hurt.

‘Hmmm …’ he breathed, pulling back to look at her.

His voice was full of lust when he told her to lie down and indicated to the towel.

She laid back and spread her legs invitingly.

He followed her down and covered her body with his, balancing on his knees and one arm, seeking her mouth again.

He stretched his free arm down and starting at her calf, stroked her leg and worked his way up to her inner thigh.

Using his nails, he danced all over them and eased himself up to kneel so he could go higher still.

He teased around the outside of her pussy, going slowly all along the edge and into her pubic hair.

It made her moan more.

She shifted her hips forward, opening herself wider, trying to get him to move his fingers over to where she ached for his touch.

He left her mouth and moved to her ear lobe, where he began to place a row of hot kisses down her neck and traced a path to her left nipple.

He repositioned his hand to the other side of her body so he could move down a little.

His tongue first bathed her pink nipple to hardness and then he latched onto it and slowly sucked it into his mouth, gently lifting it up before releasing and starting again.

Cam grunted and raised her body up at the same time clamping her hands around his head forcing him down further onto it.

He opened his legs more, forcing hers wider still and moved a hand back down to her pussy.

Using only his forefinger and thumb, he ghosted either side of her clit.

She was making soft mewing sounds from the effect he was having on her.

He enjoyed how she squirmed and ground her hips up, trying to get more pressure.

Each time she came forward he moved his hand back, to maintain his soft touch.

‘Aaahhh ... fuck Joe!’ she complained.

He looked up at her, ‘Hmm … little Miss Impatient?’ he smiled at her lazily, ‘Now you know how it feels.’ referring to her earlier game in the kitchen.

She frowned at him and blew out of her nose in irritation.

Joe said sternly, ‘Now stay still. If you move again, I’ll stop.’

He could play the same game she had.

She clenched her teeth in frustration and glared at him.

There was a time when she wouldn’t let him win such power play games, but now she knew there would be greater rewards for them both if she did.

So she relented and gave into him, settling herself back on the bed to endure his teasing.

‘Good girl.’ his smile broadened, showing his teeth, shark-like, knowing it would infuriate her more and drive up her desire.

One at a time he placed her hands at her side, pointedly pushing them down, so she knew not to move them.

All the time, he kept the fingers of his other hand edging softly around the delicate skin inside her pussy.

He loved watching the effects he had on her as he took her up higher.

His cock twitched in response.

Her eyes fluttered and she groaned..

Try as she might, she couldn’t prevent small moans escaping and he watched with satisfaction as her belly started to rise and fall faster and faster.

Joe put his other hand over her right breast, covering it completely and digging in with his fingers.

He trapped her engorged nipple in between them and not so gently, pinched it to hardness.

Her breath caught in the back of her throat.

Then he lightly squeezed her clitoris along its sides between his fingers and slowly and steadily rolled the little swollen organ back and forth.

She gasped loudly and her whole body tensed up at the unusual sensation.

‘Oh ... oh, Joe … aaahhh … aaaaahhh … haahhhhhhh …’

She was nearing the point of no return and her thighs quivered as she tried to keep still.

‘Pleeease … Joe … fuck me … aaahh … aaahhhh!’ she begged him as her whole body trembled trying to hold off her climax.

Joe quickly took his hands away and let her come back from the brink, thinking he taken her too far.

To distract her, he turned her hand over and kissed her palm as he took her in, her spread-eagled and panting, open-mouthed with desire and a slight frown, beneath him.

‘God, you’re so fucking sexy,’ and he sighed, ‘Look what you do to me …’ and he knelt with one hand under his swollen cock, showing it to her.

With eyes full of lust, she pulled her hand away from the bed and circled it around his shaft, pushing it down.

She began to jerk him off slowly and surely, looking into his face as she did.

He closed his eyes and bit his lip.

Cam breathed deeply still feeling the effects of his actions, but she smiled as he relinquished the power.

She raised herself up on one elbow to watch him.

He pumped his hips as she tightened her grip and he moaned deeply.

He opened his eyes, seeking hers, both their faces were drawn and etched deeply with their need.

‘Do you want me to fuck you?’ his voice was ragged and threatening, his eyes shone intensely.

She stared at him with a passion of her own ‘Yes.’ she answered thickly.

‘Tell me, I want to hear you say it.’ he demanded, lustily.

‘I want you to fuck me, Joe.’ she said, her voice was low and husky.

He came forward, putting one arm out next to her chest to balance himself as he lined himself up.

She laid back and watched him with rising anticipation, appreciating being able to look at his fine physique.

He readjusted his arms so that both were either side of her shoulders, at full stretch and supporting his upper body on them.

He looked down on her as he slowly slid inside.

Her slickness meant that her entrance was silky smooth.

They groaned deeply in unison as Joe curled his pelvis more so he was completely incased in her.

He savored how her internal muscles held him as she tensed up.

‘Is that nice?’ he asked, studying her face.

Her head was slightly tilted back, and her lips were parted, ‘Oh yeah.’ she breathed, and regarded him through slitted eyes.

‘Are you ready?’

As if to answer him, she ground her pelvis up into his and put her hands on his tensed biceps.

She looked down at where their bodies were joined, wanting to watch as he fucked her.

He slowly rocked his hips back and then sharply plunged his cock back inside, forcing a loud gasp out of her.

The second time he withdrew, Cam’s chest rose as she inhaled, and her mouth opened as the sensations nearly overwhelmed her.

She loved seeing his muscles contract as he rhythmically pumped his cock in and out of her, moaning deeply each time he was back inside.

He made her wait and she held her breath while pressing her pelvis up trying to encourage his cock in.

When he finally moved, he slammed into her so fiercely, she seemed to go up an octave and her head fell back.

Her blue eyes were locked on his again and they stared at each other.

Then she moved her hands to his chest and found his nipples, pinching them hard between her thumbs and index fingers.

He narrowed his eyes at her and she was now grinning slyly up at him.

Joe sucked the air in between his teeth and thrust himself powerfully back into her, while groaning, ‘AAAaarrrhhhh.’

He broke her contact as he pressed himself down on top her and pushed his tongue hungrily inside her mouth, forcing her head further into the pillow.

She was completely pinned by his weight, only being able to move her arms.

He ground his hips in a circle, enjoying how she groaned ardently into his mouth and her nails dug into the flesh of his upper arms and shoulders, wherever they could reach.

In response, he grabbed her arms and interlocking his fingers in hers, held them down on the bed out beside her head.

Now she was totally at his mercy.

He started driving into her again, his buttocks tightening each time as he rammed himself home.

He broke the kiss and was grunting loudly, which mingled with her moans.

Their noises got closer together, which acted as an indicator to the nearness of their climaxes, and they became increasingly violent as well.

She wanted to scratch him, but as her hands were trapped under his, she turned and bit into him, low on his neck, so he’d have a twin to the bite on the other side.

‘Aaahhhhhh … fuck … Cam ...’ he moaned both in agony and ecstasy.

She broke off as her body went rigid and he pressed forward, deeper into her, 'Yes … God ... yes … hhaaaaahhhhh ...’ she sighed as she began to lose control.

Tiny quivers started at her very core, where they were joined by pulsating contractions that quickly took over her.

As she writhed under him, his orgasm began, and in the heat of the moment, he moved his hands under her armpits and hooked them over her shoulders. He could now pull her down and grind himself even further into her heat.

Cam got louder as he penetrated higher inside her, forcing her legs wider.

As soon as her hands had been freed, she’d wrapped them around his bulk and driven her nails into wherever she could reach.

He’d dug his fingers in to the tops of her shoulders, and while her longer nails caused more damage, she’d have four perfect bruises on each side later.

They came back down to earth as their contractions subsided.

Joe lessened his grip and turned to tenderly kiss her parted lips.

‘Hi there.' he said, looking at her lovingly, with a smile that lit up his eyes.

‘Hi.’ she breathed and returned his gaze with an equally dazzling one of her own.

She moved up to kiss him, and he sighed contentedly and they basked in each other as their heartbeats slowed.

After a few minutes, she flexed her pelvis, ‘OK, you gotta move before I lose all feelings in my legs.’

His smile broadened and he eased himself off her. He laid by her side, stretching out his left arm as a pillow for her and pulled her back into his embrace with the other.

Cam rested one hand around his waist and one on his left pec, just above his heart, feeling his heart beating in his chest.

‘Is that better?’ he asked, nuzzling her forehead.

‘Mmmm, yes. Thank you.’ and sighed softly as she pressed her body into his warmer one.

They both were thinking about the earlier fight, regretting their actions and harsh words now it was over, but neither wanted to mention it for fear of something flaring up again.

Instead, they held each other and let their fingers gently caress the underlying soft skin.

Their bodies started to relax down, and they were breathing in sync as they drifted off to sleep.

(Score count: Cam 4 – Joe 3)

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Notes:

More is coming, it's still only Saturday afternoon!
Patience please. I'd love to know your thoughts. Comments and kudos are really helpful.
I'm going to work on Fate 2 for a bit, let younger Cam & Joe have some much needed rest, it's been a stressful afternoon for them, poor babies

Chapter 11: Saturday Evening: Dinner

Summary:

Joe cooks dinner

No sex!

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Ch. 11

6.01 p.m. Saturday

Joe woke up feeling cold.

Cam was shivering against him.

He pulled her in to his chest more, and she made a little noise in the back of her throat that tugged at his heart.

They’d fallen asleep on top of the bed, he wasn’t sure exactly how long they’d been there, but knew it couldn’t have been much more than an hour as he looked at his watch over her.

The bedside light was still on.

He stretched himself out and gently shook her awake.

He smiled at how she fought against him, instead wrapping herself round him tighter.

‘Cam … hey Cam, it’s just gone six, are you hungry?’

‘Nnnmm ... uuugghh … cold ...’ she whispered into his chest.

‘I know, we fell asleep on top of the bed,’ he told her softly.

He rubbed up and down her back with his arms to warm her up.

He even hooked a leg over hers and moved that up and down too.

‘Mmmmmmm ... that’s nice,’ she purred sleepily.

Then after letting him do it some more said, ‘Uuuhhhh … w-what time is it?’ her voice sounding stronger as she continued.

‘Just gone six,' he repeated, 'Are you hungry?’

He was ravenous.

She paused to consider and then opened her eyes wide, looking up at him, ‘Yes, starving.’

‘Good, let’s have those rib eyes.’

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Back in the kitchen, the thick-cut steak fries were already in the oven.

Cam had laid the table and put the ketchup in the center.

She’d bought the bottle over on her third sleepover, having forgotten all about it the second time.

He’d been decidedly unimpressed with the addition to his refrigerator, but she noticed how there was a little bit less every time she'd come to use it.

She smiled at his pretence of being more cultured and superior to her.

Take away his suits and he was the same as everyone else.

It was all just bullshit.

He was only fooling himself, and she relished watching his carefully constructed walls come down.

She wouldn’t realize until much later that he was affecting her too, small things, like a preference for good coffee and the beginnings of an appreciation for whisky.

Also, emotionally too, although she’d actually need more time than him to open up and be more empathetic to others.

Perhaps the frequency and depth of the tragedy that had befallen him helped expedite the process.

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‘Cam?’ he called from the kitchen, but she hadn’t heard him.

She’d been looking through the selection of cassette tapes and decided on one of his for a change.

She selected the recently released ‘Speaking in Tongues’ by Talking Heads, she’d quite liked the first single, ‘Burning Down the House,’ as it’d gotten a lot of airtime back in July and had charted high.

She didn’t usually like popular music, but they weren’t a typical mainstream band.

‘Yeah, good choice! I love this one,’ enthused Joe, beaming at her as he came into the living room, ‘How do you like you steak?’

‘Oh! Umm …’ she liked it when he was happy, but her stomach turned as she knew that how you had steak spoke volumes.

She’d never really liked it too undercooked, preferring it medium to well, erring more toward well than medium.

She knew he’d judge her.

‘Err, quite … medium to well …?’ she ventured, her voice went up high at the end, as it as prone to when she was nervous or unsure of herself, ‘How about you?’

‘Bloody!’ relishing her grimace.

Figured, she thought.

‘Why bother cooking it at all, just walk the cow up to the table and cut a slice off?’ she remarked drily.

‘Ooh, good idea, you can get the more choice cuts that way, and it’ll be still mooving,’ he laughed and beamed wider as she rolled her eyes. She'd discovered he actually had a good sense of humor, not that it'd had much of a chance to shine in the bleakness of his childhood.

Then when he’d stopped laughing at his lame joke, he asked, ‘So have you ever had it rare or blue?’

‘Ahh, no. I don’t like it raw, it’s disgusting. What’s blue?’ she hated when he flaunted his more worldly experience. It made her feel like she was from some uncultured backwater, which she was, but she didn’t like to be reminded of it.

‘Blue’s one down from rare and actually it’s the blood that gives it the flavor,' but he wasn’t gloating for once, ‘C’mon, come keep me company in the kitchen,’ he said, offering out his hand and a sweet smile, imploring her.

‘OK,’ her returned smile creased her eyes, as she went over and took it.

Joe led her gently with her hand behind his back, things were back on track and he was in a good mood, ‘Fancy a drink?’

‘Yeah! There’s beer, right?’

It wasn’t what he’d had in mind, but relented as he knew it was her preference, ‘Yes, in the fridge. You know, red wine actually goes better with steak ...'

‘But I don't like red wine. Do you want one?’ offering a beer to him as she went over to get hers.

She watched as he brushed the steaks with olive oil and then seasoned them with salt and pepper.

‘OK, sure,’ if he was sulking over not having wine, he didn't show it.

She was feeling good too.

Maybe all the sex had helped relax them.

‘Thank you,' as she opened one and passed it to him.

They both seemed keen to avoid another incident and were acting so politely around each other.

It made her nervous and she wondered when something else would blow up.

As it invariably did between them.

She wanted to take a big gulp of her beer to settle her nerves, but she stopped and asked, 'What should we toast too?'

It caught him off guard, ‘Oh! Erm, the success of the Giant at COMDEX?’

‘Ah, OK, I mean, yes … but I was thinking more about this … us,' she looked at him shyly from under her lashes. Neither of them talked about their ‘relationship’ much.

He raised his bottle theatrically and moved to pull her into him, ‘Here’s to you, Miss Howe, beautiful, smart and ever so sexy,' he lowered his voice as he bent down to kiss her, and continued as he released her, ‘Here’s to a wonderfully wicked weekend,’ and he chinked his bottle against hers.

‘Cheers!’ she giggled, suddenly feeling warm inside as they raised their bottles and drank, 'And it’s not even half-way through yet!’ she remarked.

He grinned at her, ‘So what’s today’s score?’ as he checked the fries in the oven.

‘Four-three to me, but I feel like we should be on more,’ she hesitated before she continued, ’We started so well this morning, but the … afternoon was a bit of a wash out. Not that the sex wasn’t great, just there … wasn’t enough of it.’

He looked at her with a wicked glint in his eye, ‘Well, the day’s far from over yet,' He closed the oven and added another 5 minutes to the timer.

He put the pan on but didn’t add the steaks.

Her eyebrows twitched in confusion, silently asking him a question with her eyes.

‘The pan’s got to be very hot first,' he explained, ‘So have you ever cooked steak?’

She wasn’t sure where he was going, his tone seemed congenial enough.

But, seriously?

‘Yes, of course, Joe. I am Texan,' and she flashed her eyes at him in warning. Geez just because she didn’t do it all fancy like he did, she swallowed down a further comment about ‘Goddam big city hot shots ...’ but she sighed dramatically to lighten it.

She neglected to mention she’d always overcooked them and had to be careful that she didn’t accidentally turn everything to charcoal.

She was making mental notes as she watched him.

‘OK, OK, I didn’t mean anything. I just know you don’t cook much, that’s all,' he backtracked hastily.

She took a big swig of beer and rolled her eyes.

He looked at her, considering, though what, she had no idea.

After about 10 seconds, after he opened and closed his mouth, she couldn’t bare anymore, and let rip with an exasperated, ‘What?’

He smiled and turned back to the steaks, cutting some smaller pieces off each one and putting them to one side.

As he did, he said quietly, ‘I’m going to give you four different levels to try, and if you if don’t like one of those, I’ll cook yours however you want it. OK?’

‘Uh-uh,' she shook her head, ‘I’m not eating raw steak.’

‘It won’t be raw, I promise. Just different levels of pinkness.’ he stated, looking at her.

She’d just been a kid when she’d had uncooked steak and the shock had made her spit it out, it had just been seared on the outside and it was raw and bloody within.

As far as she’d been concerned it'd only been wafted over a barbeque by some asshole her mom was seeing. He'd delighted in giving it to her and had laughed hard when she’d squealed in disgust. All his asshole friends had laughed too. Her mom hadn’t even noticed ... another asshole!

She narrowed her eyes at Joe, undecided.

‘You’re usually so open to new experiences. he said smoothly, ‘You said how much you enjoyed the washing machine earlier.’ he needlessly reminded her, 'C’mon Cam, you can trust me.’

Not likely, Mr Product Manager, she thought, knowing it was a sales pitch but said, ‘Sex is one thing; food is a whole different ...’

He didn’t let her finish, ‘I’ll give you one orgasm for one of these you eat.’

There were four bite size pieces.

‘Oh,’ her eyes lit up, but then she regarded him sharply, ‘When’s payday?’

‘Definitely tomorrow if I can’t deliver tonight.’

‘Wait? So you mean you’re not some sex god?’ she asked, enjoying teasing him for once.

‘I mean, I’m good, sure,’ he acknowledged, winking at her, ‘But I don’t want to give myself any unnecessary performance issues … pressure can do terrible things to guys, or so I’m led to believe,' he stated silkily, still smiling.

‘Four by tomorrow lunchtime,' she demanded.

‘Deal.’

It occurred to her that there wasn’t much she could actually do if he didn’t deliver, but she was pretty sure his pride would make him stick to his word, if not try and better it.

She would remind him endlessly if he didn’t. Annoy him as much as he usually did to her, she thought ruefully.

He looked at his watch and put one piece of meat in the pan, deftly turning it with tongs, making sure it was evenly sealed on all sides.

She watched him cook with mounting trepidation, ‘If I’m sick because of this, I still want my orgasms.’

‘You won’t be sick, I promise. There’s nothing in beef to harm you, unlike raw chicken.’

He checked his watch again and added the next piece, and started turning both of them.

In silence, she watched him and after another minute he added the third and then waited some more before adding the last.

‘Right, Cam, close your eyes and open your mouth, try this ...’

She heard the faucet, as he ran them under quickly to stop them from cooking more.

He made her wait, trying not to laugh at her as he did.

She jumped as his voice, low and sensual, was suddenly right next to her ear, ‘Open wide, and keep your eyes closed so you just focus on the taste.’

She felt stupid and frowned, getting impatient, ‘Joe, come on!’ she demanded angrily.

‘Sorry,’ he chuckled, ‘OK, I’m not going to tell you which piece is which, to make it a better trial. But it’s hard to control the cooking time for such small pieces and I’ve tried to cool them, but they’ll still be cooking now ... just slower ...’ he sighed, ‘It’s a bit of an imperfect experiment …’ he tailed off.

She listened intently, he sounded grumpy, no, more disappointed, as though he wanted to please her.

Suddenly, the first morsel of meat touched her tongue.

The aroma, earthy with a hint of ... ahh, yes, blood, but it wasn’t repugnant, filled her nostrils more deeply than was already imbued in the kitchen.

It wasn’t hot, but still warmer than her body temperature.

Instinctively, she closed her mouth, just catching the tip of his finger as he withdrew it.

‘Chew, so you get the flavor,' he instructed, ‘Think about the texture too.’

She did as he asked, focusing on the warm chunk in her mouth.

She delicately rolled it around and crushed it with her premolars.

Saliva rose to meet the exuding juices, which slid over her tongue.

It was … delicious.

She chewed some more, and it wasn’t tough, as hers tended to be.

It broke up easily.

She swallowed.

‘So how was that?’

She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction, he wouldn’t tell her which was which, well then, ‘I’ll tell you at the end.’ she stated simply.

‘OK, just remember how that one tasted. … Open wide.’

She did as she was told, and he gave her the next one.

After all four, she was surprised at how subtly different they were, the third one had been the most flavorful, but the texture was too stringy.

‘Which one was your favorite?’

God he could be so annoyingly arrogant, maybe none of them were ...

‘Cam?’ when she hadn’t responded.

‘I’m thinking,’ and she sucked her cheek in, sighing.

When she started again, she said, ‘I think the fourth one, not the most flavorful, but not as stringy as three. Two was even more so. So what were they and what was number four?’

‘One was medium, two was blue, three was rare and four was medium rare.’

‘Wow.’ she was genuinely surprised.

He put her steak in the pan and checked his watch.

(Score count: Cam 4 – Joe 3)

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Chapter 12: Saturday Evening: Living Room

Summary:

How do Cam & Joe relax after dinner?
Play some games, of course.
No, not those games ...
Well, not initially ...

Warning: sore loser alert and sexually explicit content (a little)

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Ch. 12

7.38 p.m. Saturday

Dinner passed without incident, they were both relaxed and chatted about various topics, such as the first time either of them had touched a computer. That his was relatively late was a bit of a surprise. Because his father worked at IBM, and he'd been 15 years old before he'd gotten his hands on one.

They briefly touched on work and issues with the Giant before Cam took charge and banned all work chat.

She challenged him to a game of cards, as he still didn’t have a TV or a games console.

She'd made him play on YoYo's which was permanently set up to the TV at hers the few times he’d stayed over.

She always beat him, much to his chagrin.

It would be something he'd get better at over the years, becoming a closet gamer, even joining Mutiny and playing her without her knowing who he was.

He told her to put on some music, while he did the washing up to save another fight.

He brought them in another beer each and it was game on.

They played a few two-player games that they both could remember the rules of. She was surprised how much fun it was to beat him, and then how much he wanted a re-match to get even.

She knew he had a competitive streak but hadn’t realized how deeply it was enmeshed in him.

After his sixth defeat at Uno, he resorted to underhand tactics of tipping her chair back, making her squeal as he grabbed it and she was bent back, balanced precariously on two legs holding onto him for dear life.

She tried to right herself, but he wouldn’t relent, instead he lowered her chair to the carpet and followed it down claiming her lips.

When he allowed her to speak again, she complained about his unfair play and he just smiled while he drew his hand along her thigh and up under the oversized sweatshirt to ghost across her belly, pushing it up and worrying her exposed nipples with his clever tongue and fingers.

She soon was too distracted to care that he was a sore loser, as she was reaping the rewards.

‘Let’s get naked,’ she didn’t have to tell him twice; he was pulling his tee-shirt off even before she’d finished.

She giggled as he tossed it carelessly to the side and went to work on his sweatpants.

She untangled herself from the chair and sat up enough to yank her top over her head and fling it with equal abandon above her.

They grinned at each other, faces inches apart.

Then, sobering and staring, mirroring one another, trying to read the other’s expression with eyes that flickered around their features, with searching, intense eyes, lowered brows and hungry, sensual mouths.

They stayed like that, daring the other to break first.

Eventually, Cam snuck her hands onto his bare chest and clawed her fingers around his pecs until they’d found and pinched his nipples hard.

He groaned and bent his head to her pursed lips as his lashes lowered and hid his dilated pupils, clamping down on her now full dark pink lips as he pressed her head back into the carpet.

He pushed his tongue into her mouth, urgently, and covered her body with his, spreading her legs open with his.

‘Oh … clever,’ she breathed, ‘Nice move.’

‘Thank you,’ he exhaled into her mouth, and whispered, ‘We should play chess sometime, I’d beat you at that for sure.’

‘Hmmm, I doubt it, I’ve played against the computer a lot,’ and she smirked up at him.

He narrowed his eyes at her, his nose practically touching hers, and smiled, ‘Ahhh, but I’m not a computer, it’s different when you know your enemy.’

She hmmphed at him and rolled her eyes, it was a line she'd said to him just after the hurricane, playing tank battle at hers when they'd got together, properly, at least in her mind.

He'd cheated then too, she recalled.

But she’d allow him the delusion of thinking he’d got one over on her, for now anyway.

His hand crept down her pale skin and pushed her leg up around his waist.

He closed in for another kiss and she captured his lip in her teeth. They stared at each other again and she couldn’t help but grin, which crinkled her eyes as she looked at him.

In retaliation, he slid his hand between the slither of space at the side of their bellies and threaded his fingers into her open pussy.

Finding her clit and gently pressing and stopping at the exact moment when she started shuddering. He took her sigh into his open mouth and watched her.

When he didn’t move, she hitched her hips, rocking against his finger, wanting more of him.

‘Joe …’ she whined breathlessly, her need sudden.

‘Tell me what you want,' he lasered her with dark eyes, voice thick.

There was less foreplay than before, she wanted him, so without hesitation, she replied, ‘Fuck me.’

‘So crude,’ he intoned, mocking.

‘Direct,' she corrected, 'And you fucking love it,' intentionally being more vulgar and he smirked, showing his teeth, proving her right.

He positioned himself and in one shunt of his hips, was deep inside her.

She maintained eye contact as she gasped, mouth opened and began panting.

He withdrew, gauging her reaction, and thrust himself into her again.

‘Ahh … harder,’ she encouraged.

He repeated the action and increased his power, as she'd asked.

‘Yes …’ and again he plunged back inside her heat.

'Stay here ... nnnnmmmm,' she begged through a breath, 'I can feel you filling right me up.'

'You like that?' he whispered as he pressed himself into her more.

'Uhhh ... oh yeahhh,' and she tensed her muscles, holding him inside more, 'I love it.'

'Mmmmm, hhaarrhh, me too,' he confessed, as her flesh pressed around his cock.

He kissed her, and pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting beer.

She wrapped her arms around his back, under his arms, digging her nails into his back.

Listening to his moan, she squeezed her legs around him, pressing his butt so he couldn't withdraw. Pushing and forcing him further into her, she loved his weight pressing down over her.

The combination made her feel like they were of the same flesh.

A two-headed eight-limbed conjoined monster in its burrow, warm and fuzzy.

Although, she reasoned, it could also be the two beers making her lightheaded.

Tiredness suddenly swelled up and overwhelmed her, and she felt more drunk and giddy than turned on.

‘Joe, wait, stop … stop,’ and she pushed against his shoulders.

‘What? What’s wrong?’ confusion was etched his face.

‘Sorry … I’m actually beat, can we just snuggle, in bed?’ Hating that she'd said there should be more sex and then welching out.

He let out an exasperated sigh, making her nervous.

Then his features softened, ‘Yeah, of course, dead beat,’ he smirked, not unkindly and continued, ‘Actually, I’m pretty tired too. Probably the beer and steak sitting in our bellies.’

He slowly withdrew, and they watched each other's faces change.

He kissed her sweetly on the lips then he stood up, bending to pull her up.

When she was standing, he whisked her up in his arms grinning as she shrieked in surprise.

But she laughed and only fought briefly, before she nuzzled against the side of his face.

As he adjusted her and started to move off, he cried out.

'What?' she said, surprised.

'Uhh, oh, it's OK, just walking with an erection isn't the most comfortable thing,' he jiggled her in his arms, 'Can you ... erm, hang on ...'

He went slower.

'OK?' she thought it was pretty funny and didn't really take his complaint seriously. She just figured he was being a typical male drama queen about his most prized possession, all the blood rushing to his other head and all.

'Yeah, nnnhhh, it'd go down soon,' and he made a grumble in his throat, 'What a waste.'

She laughed openly then, she didn't know why but she loved pissing him off and pushing his buttons, 'Ahhh poor baby,' she mocked, 'Wait! You’re seriously going to leave all the clothes there? Oh my Gawd!' she drawled, 'Your living room is such a mess.’

It was his turn to shake his head and tease back, ‘Ahhh it’s fine,’ and he stepped carefully to the bedroom.

‘What?’ she said incredulously, ‘I know it’s fine, but you’re not going to pick them up? How are you going to cope?’

‘Ha har, if you keep goading me, little girl, I’ll put you over my knee,' he was teasing back but with a stern face, so she wasn’t sure.

‘Don’t you fucking dare,’ her red-hot anger arose instantly. She pushed herself against him and tried, unsuccessfully to get out of his arms.

‘I’m kidding, just kidding OK?’ and he added softly, ‘Jesus,’ and he jostled her, trying to soothe her with his hands up and down her back, then he winced, 'Oof!' as his cock bounced again.

She glowered at him, no sympathy this time to make sure he got her point, ‘OK then.’ she said sullenly, relaxing back again.

‘Lights, please,’ he instructed as they passed through the doorway, she reached out and turned on the bedroom light and he backtracked to the other side of the frame so she could flick off the living room light.

In the bedroom, he gently put her down on her side of the bed, ‘My lady,’ and he bowed dramatically.

She shook her head and swiped at his arm, still a little mad.

She pulled the covers up and went to lay down, while he hesitated as though he was going to say something. Then obviously thinking better of it seeing her face, turned, and headed to the bathroom.

She heard familiar sounds and she knew instantly what he’d been going to say.

She exhaled, closed her eyes briefly and gave a little shake of her head.

She turned on the bedside lamp, before getting back up, turning off the main light and going to brush her teeth too.

She could do without the thinly veiled looks and snarky comments.

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When they finally got into bed, she reached over to turn the side light off, but he stopped her, ‘Leave it on, it’s just passed 8, its weird going to bed at this time on a Saturday.’

She sniggered, ‘I know, we’re so lame.’

Her eyes sparkled at him, as she grinned.

‘Speak for yourself.’

‘No, you’re the lamest.’ and she jabbed his side, knowing it was where he was sensitive.

As quick as lightning, he launched an attack on her feet, easily wrapping her calves in one arm, pinning them with his body and reaching up to tickle the soles of her feet with the other.

She screamed and kicked for all she was worth, but he was an immoveable object, she started raining blows on his shoulder and back, ‘Joeeee … no, no, no, stop, please …’ breathless with failing reserves.

He stopped tickling but kept his hand in place and turned to look at her, ‘Do you take it back? I’m not lame.’

She laughed at his serious face, ‘OK, OK, you’re not lame for going to bed at, what 8 o’clock on Saturday night.’

‘8.12,’ he corrected, re-checking his watch.

‘Gawd, Mr. Pendantic … OK, 8.12 on a Saturday night,’ eye-roll, and but she was still happy. She didn’t want to fight with him, even play-fight, she was too tired, ‘Come up here and lay down with me, my non-lame pretty boy.’

‘Ooh, OK,' smiling openly at her change of tone and compliment. He slid back up and pulled her into his arms, ‘Geez, your feet are so cold, like two blocks of ice,’ he whispered into her hair.

‘I know!’ and she pressed them into him, liking how he jumped, ‘Warm me up, please,' she demanded and smiled as he obeyed.

He rubbed up and down her back and put her feet in between his legs.

‘Hmmm … so nice,' she said smiling in satisfaction, eyes closed, ‘How come you’re always so warm?’

He shook his head and realising she couldn’t see, and said honestly, ‘No idea. Just hot stuff, I guess.’

She shook her head against his chest and sighed.

After a minute or two, Cam felt as snug as a bug in a rug, ‘Haaahhhh … that’s enough. Hmmm …’ purring contentedly.

They settled, she put her head on his bicep and curled her arms into his chest, her head was nestled under his chin, and she tucked her legs in between his.

Joe wrapped his arms around her and tipped his chin, so his nose was in her hair.

They were thinking how quickly they'd adjusted to sleeping with someone after years alone.

After all their exertions and the heavy dinner, they were soon fast asleep.

(Score count: Cam 4 – Joe 3)

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Notes:

Ahhh they're sleeping again, does that mean Saturday is finally finished?

Chapter 13: Saturday Night: Bed Again (Curious)

Summary:

Rating changed due to content, it starts from about half-way down after lead up and discussion about the night she found out he was bisexual.
Skip over the next few chapters if you're not into anal or solo play. I'll give warnings in the notes.

Warning: sexually explicit content: rating Explicit

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Ch. 13

9.46 p.m.

They were both still sleeping, recharging after the day. Their arms and legs still entwined around each other and the sheets. It wasn’t really late by their standards, but it had been a long day and they’d been very active.

Joe stirred first; he was hungry again after all his exertions. He tried to move Cam’s arm from around his waist and his leg, now wedged under hers.

She moaned and curled into him more.

He stopped, let her relax, and then he tried again.

He managed to sit up, carefully twisted himself when she sleepily asked, ‘Where are you … going?’ she clumsily made a grab for him, and just grazing the top of his butt crack.

He turned and leaned down to kiss her, ‘I’m going to have a snack. Do you want anything?’ he asked softy, his eyes glinted as he smiled sweety at her.

‘Mmmmm …. ooh, we got some chocolate ice-cream … and you’ve got cornflakes,’ she sat up, suddenly wide awake.

‘Ice-cream and … cereal? he looked at her in disbelief.

What? It’s dairy, like milk!’ she reasoned, ‘Try it and if you don’t like it you get to choose the next position.’ she added her eyes sparkling.

‘Oh, why thank you. Hmmm, well, how can I refuse that?’ silky voice, his pearly white teeth showing as his lips drew back in a wide smile.

‘You can’t!’ she chuckled.

‘OK, but you better show me how it’s done, I mean, I might mess it up.’ his voice lilted, threatening ever so slightly in his tease.

‘You mean I’ve got to get up?’ she stretched up, and her breasts came out from under the covers, Joe, as quick as a flash squeezed a nipple and waited to see what she’d do.

‘Ouch!’ and she went to hit him, but he laughed and headed out to the kitchen, still naked.

She got up, quickly and went to pay him back.

He was hiding behind the door and caught her as she came into the living room.

She squealed, as he swept her up into his arms, and readjusted them beneath her bottom. He brought her down enough to kiss her, her back pressed to the wall for the third time that day.

‘Ohhh,’ he breathed into her mouth as he stroked her soft naked skin.

She wriggled trying to get out of his grip and then changed to pushing against him as his fingers found their way to her slit, ‘Aaaahhh, Joe!’

He smiled and let her down, licking his fingers, and grabbed her hand with his other, taking her to the kitchen.

They scooped up their clothes as they went through the living room.

After getting dressed and washing his hands, Joe took out two bowls out and she went to the freezer for the ice-cream.

While waiting for it to soften, he picked her up and put her on the counter and they kissed, tongues fighting with each other. He caressed her bare thighs, while she stroked his throat and chest, pulling his top down.

‘Do you want a drink?’ he asked, moving back.

‘Hmmm, do you mean a drink drink?’

‘Uh-huh, there’s a couple of different whiskies, wine, beer and some of that Jack Daniel's you brought over last time.’

‘Hhmm ... that whisky we had before, Glen ... ?’ she said, meaning the one she knew was his preference, the expensive-looking one.

He got out two glasses, ‘Ahh discerning taste, ma'am, a fine single malt, from the famous distilleries of Glenmorangie, Scotland,.' he teased, 'Do you want a lot or a little?’ knowing she found it strong. While he waited, he poured a generous measure for himself.

‘A little, please.’

She hopped down from the counter, took her orange soda from the fridge and put some into her glass.

He made a face, ‘Cameron, you’ve just ruined it! It's a 12-year old single malt,’ he chided.

She took a sip, and flashed her eyes at him in delight, ‘I don't know what that means, but oh my God, that’s amazing!’ and she offered the glass to him.

He shook his head in disgust.

‘God you’re so stuck up!’ She shot back at him and took another longer draft. She shivered as the alcohol went down her spine, 'Mmm-mm!'

‘Hey, take it easy, it’s over 45% proof and it’ll go into your bloodstream quicker with a mixer,’ he warned, as he took a slow sip of his, savoring the expensive liquor.

She checked the ice-cream, ‘OK, cornflakes, please,’ sounding like a surgeon talking to a nurse, but she’d learned not to go rummaging through his cupboards too much as he put things away in certain places.

Occasionally, her rebellious side would mean that she’d move something just to see his reaction.

He watched as she scooped out some ice-cream into both bowls and then poured some cornflakes on top.

‘Da-daa!’ she said dramatically, and he smiled at her as he got two spoons, 'Obviously, it’ll better with chocolate sauce ...’

‘Obviously,’ he repeated drily.

She decided not to comment that he needed to wipe the kitchen counter down, cleaning the wet rings from the ice-cream carton and her cold soda and chasing down a couple of stray flakes, along with where she'd been sitting.

Once he was satisfied, they took their snacks and drinks back to the safety of their love nest in his bedroom. Joe also had the bottle of whisky, and Cam, her orange soda.

They sat on the bed, ‘Mmmm,’ said Joe smiling at her, after having a spoonful of her concoction.

‘Right?’ She said smiling back him through a mouthful.

It was quickly finished, and they took up their drinks again.

Cam downed hers and put her glass out for some more.

He smirked at her and refilled up her glass, shaking his head as she topped it up with her soda again.

His glass was still half full, but he was already feeling relaxed and the earlier stresses of the afternoon forgotten.

He sighed contentedly and moved over to put his arm around her shoulders, ‘This is nice,’ he said into her hair and kissed her, liking the feeling of her soft body next to his.

He smiled to himself, maybe because of the alcohol humming around his system, but he felt his heart open to her more.

He resolved to try to be better, as he’d written in his earlier note to her, and not just about the cleaning but to support her more.

She leaned into him and nursed her drink, contemplating.

After a beat, she said, ‘So … you’ve had anal sex, right?’

That was not what he’d been expecting her to say.

It’d been a few weeks since she found out he’d had a month-long relationship with a designer called Simon Church over 10 years ago, when he came to visit Cardiff.

She’d avoided talking about him or the fact that he was bisexual, since that day Simon'd come with the designs for the Giant’s outer shell.

That was the day he’d told Joe he was dying of AIDS and had come to say goodbye.

The fall-out of Simon’s visit had alarmed her, it wasn’t that Joe still loved him, as she'd feared after the art gallery incident, rather it was the effect that the news had on him.

It’d shocked him to his core, and he was deeply upset.

She figured it’d opened a flood gate of emotions in him that’d gone beyond Simon, and had tapped into the sadness he was still feeling about his mother.

He was angry too, about the disease and why it would take someone so talented.

That'd spilled over into the fury he felt toward his father having lied to him for years.

Everything he’d had so neatly under wraps, had unraveled that night when they got back after dropping Simon back at his hotel.

She’d never seen anyone in so much pain, as he hit the drink pretty hard.

She wasn’t sure what had happened or which way he was going to go. But she'd gently prodded him, and she managed to get everything out about Simon and the disease.

He cried until he had no more tears, and for once was very inarticulate.

She wished she’d been better equipped to comfort him, but she was still developing herself, emotionally.

She’d just let him get it out of his system and held onto him until he fell asleep.

Earlier, after work, Cam’d confronted him about seeing Simon on that fateful day, sensing something had been off about the interactions between someone who was obstensively her 'boyfriend' and the designer earlier in the office.

It’d felt like more than just work, Joe had been so touchy and had acted really strangely around Simon.

Stranger than normal anyway, she thought.

Joe’d been honest about their affair and had asked if it was going to be a problem.

She quickly told him that she didn’t give a shit that Simon was a man, which was true.

There’d been a guy at her school who’d been ruthlessly persecuted by some of the asshole jocks, who’d also made her life miserable whenever they could.

The story went that he gone home after school one day, after a particularly brutal bout of bullying and slit his wrists in the family bathtub.

He’d survived and the family had moved away. Apparently, she’d heard on the grapevine that he wasn’t even gay, he just hadn’t been a dick to girls.

He talked to them like they were people and lacked the same callous ‘fuck anything that moved' attitude of his tormenters and that was why he's been labelled as 'gay.'

She hadn’t known him, but he sounded like one of the good guys.

She’d always just figured, who you were screwing or not, wasn’t anyone else’s business.

In regard to Joe and Simon, she reasoned that enough time had passed now, and the alcohol had given her courage to ask him something she was dying to know.

Joe, however, was more than a little surprised by her question, his natural defenses rose up unbidden through sheer habit.

But while he wasn’t ashamed of his sexuality, general society still wasn’t as accepting, and it was just easier to hide it.

Joe sat in bed and wondered where she was going, ‘Yes,’ he answered guardedly.

She sat up and looked at him, ‘So ... uh ... do you give or receive?’

He raised an eyebrow at her in confusion, ‘Both.’

He was being cagey; he knew that she’d get to the point eventually, but he was enjoying watching her getting out of her comfort zone for once.

That wasn't the answer she'd been expecting, ‘OK. Hmm. Well and so ... which do you prefer?’

‘It depends if it’s a relationship or a just a hook up.’

She looked puzzled.

He sighed and then elaborated, ‘If it’s a relationship, then there’s give and take-' and he faltered wondering much she really wanted to know and how honest he was willing to be with her, he decided against revealing more until he know where this conversation was going, 'If it’s a hook up, I prefer to give.’

‘Why?’

‘It’s a control and a power thing,’ he said simply. What could he tell her that she didn’t already know? There was a reason ‘to get fucked’ was an insult. Men were generally assholes.

He’d had it rough at junior high school and had been bullied relentlessly.

There’d been a nasty physical altercation with some older high school boys and his father had moved him to another school as a consequence.

Joe’d only survived his senior years by playing along and becoming one of those jerks, screwing girls and bullying others.

It was the first time he learned the importance of masking his true self.

Also, being the one doing the fucking tended to avoid a lot of awkward questions about his scars, he didn't need that emotional baggage in his one-night stands.

She made a face at him, taking it that he wanted the power.

But Joe’d meant the comment in general.

Annoyed, he quickly downed the remainder of his whisky in two large gulps and made a face as the liquid burned his insides.

Shit, that was a mistake, he thought.

He immediately felt the wave throughout his entire body as the volume of alcohol leadened his limbs after it ricocheted up and down his spinal cord. That was exactly what he'd told her not to do. He awkwardly pulled away from her, twisting his body toward her rather than touching.

Her attitude and the alcohol suddenly made him lose his patience, and he felt a stab of anger at her ruining his happy mood, ‘What do you want to know, Cam?’

She’d been the one to start this, but he was wary and sensed another fight brewing.

He didn’t want one, but his mood was on the verge of changing.

She caught the edge in his voice and his body language.

She decided to stop dancing about and just ask him, ‘Umm ... I want to know … how it’s pleasurable, I mean for …’ she turned slightly to look at him, and then colored and lowered her lashes, an act that helped to soften his ire. When she spoke, her normal confidence had deserted her, ‘A guy did it to me once, and it hurt like hell. I bled for days after ....So, I-’ She stopped and looked at him, her eyes pleaded with him to not make her say anymore.

He smirked at her, understanding now, ahh OK she was curious.

She tightened her jaw at his reaction, an indication that she was about to lose it.

He held up his hand, signaling her to calm down and then turned it over, ‘Cam, listen, you don’t think everyone has a story like that? Men are dicks, but you know that.’

‘So that’s happened to you too?’

He nodded, ‘Sure.’ and poured himself some more whisky, only a small amount this time, but he needed a little something to help talk about it with her.

‘So how does it get better? I mean, pleasurable?'

He looked at her slyly, ‘Why so curious? Do you want to try?’

She looked at the sheets and her cheeks went even redder.

He thought she looked adorable.

‘I think you’re too big for me. … But … I don’t get … uh, geez, um ... how it’s enjoyable … for the receiver,’ she finished quietly, refusing to look at him again, her cheeks burning hotly.

He sighed, but started to explain, ‘You start small and let the body adjust and use a lot of lube. If it hurts, use more. Fairly big things come out of there every day,’ he stated matter of factly.

‘Ugh! OK so lube? Like lubrication? And small, like what?’

‘Uh-huh.’ and then he showed her his little finger, his index, index and middle together, then added the ring finger too and lastly his fist.

She baulked at the last one, ‘No way!’

He grinned at her reaction, but said, ‘Some people like it.’ He was still deciding if he'd tell her he enjoyed anal, not to that extreme, but he felt the growing delicious delight at her discomfort and thought to save it.

‘Oh my God!’ she shook her head unconvinced, ‘Have you …?' She waved her hands in front of her, 'No, no, I don’t want to know! OK, but what about the …’

‘Shit?’ he finished for her.

‘Yeah?’ she said grimacing.

‘Oh, you really are curious,’ he shook his head, ‘Well, you can wash and clean as much as you can. Have an enema, that’s when your colon, or back passage, is filled with water to get rid of all the faeces, but washing with soap is usually enough.’

She made a face, ‘Oh my God.’

He just shrugged, ‘It's a pleasurable act so you just learn to deal with it.’

He looked at her and he knew what she was thinking.

She was tempted but nervous.

He’d been there too.

He could feel himself hardening just be talking about it, the thought of fucking her there and the amount of alcohol he'd imbibed

She was right that he was too big for her without helping her stretch to accommodate him.

He didn’t want to hurt her.

He wanted to show her that it could be enjoyable and something they could do together, in time.

The whisky was having a liberating effect on him too.

He sat up and delved into the middle drawer of his bedside table, he brought out some lube and his smallest butt plug.

He had bigger ones, but he didn’t want to scare her.

He put them both on the bed and waited for her reaction.

She raised her eyebrows, shocked, ‘Oh my God … ummm … I don’t know, Joe …’

‘It’s not for you, you can watch and see if it’s something you want to try. No pressure.’

Her brow furrowed, not really understanding what he was saying.

‘OK, lube it up.’ and he took another sip of his drink, being careful not to tip all of it into his mouth this time.

She took it gingerly, eyes widening as she looked at it, but she did as he asked.

‘More,’ watching as she was doing it, he took off his sweatpants and tee, laying down again. He squeezed some lube onto his fingers, reached behind him and tactfully applied it to himself.

He’d take it step by step for her. Something that hadn’t been done for his first time.

He took the butt plug from her, ‘Take off the sweatshirt, if I’m naked, it’s only fair you are too,’ his voice was low and husky.

She stripped off, not sure what they were doing, but she was getting turned on by seeing his state of arousal and the illicitness of the act.

He passed her the butt plug back, ‘OK, you can put it in me, fuck me for a change.’

With knees bent, he curled his hips and pushed them up high and spread his legs wide.

To give her better access, he pulled his junk up with one hand and pulled a buttock cheek wider with the other.

She moved between his legs and looked at her target apprehensively, ‘Ermm ... ready?’

His belly was already rising in anticipation and the lust showed plainly on his face, ‘OK.’

His eyes half closed in as she placed it against his asshole.

Oh dear God, what was she doing? she thought.

She started pushing it in, surprised at the strength she needed to use even with the lube.

Joe immediately started groaning, his legs trembled and he pushed his head back into the pillow, arching his body up slightly to help her.

She faltered as she needed more force to get the widest part in, ‘Yes … keep going, it'll stop at the groove,’ he breathed through teeth gritted, 'Don't go further as they can get lost.'

'Uh, ah, OK,' she took in the new information and wondered if that was something he'd experienced as well.

She felt something ... power, as she pushed it home to the tapered groove near its base.

The effect on him was immediate and he couldn’t help but pant even more.

‘Err, do I move it in and out?’ she asked, unsure of herself.

‘Nnmmmhh, in’s good,’ he grunted, and relaxed down into the bed.

He moved his legs together and he closed his eyes. His free hand started caressing his torso and found his nipple, while he started stroking his cock with the other.

His body was on fire, and he opened his eyes to see her watching him, the desire showing on her face took him up higher.

She used her nails on his thighs and was thrilled as he squirmed and let out a guttural groan.

He closed his eyes, frowning in concentration.

He started pushing his hips up and his hand went around his cock, he started slowly jerking himself off in front of her.

She masturbated too, like most women, of course, but it wasn’t as widely talked about as guys.

It was almost a thing of pride about how far they could 'shoot their loads.'

Little boys, every one of them, she thought.

But Cam’d never watched a guy jack off in front of her before and was fascinated, watching how he touched himself.

He began to increase his speed and a deep sigh soon followed.

He seemed to have already forgotten she was there, lost in his own pleasure.

She could tell he wouldn’t last long; the butt plug had definitely upped the ante.

Oh well then, she might as well join in, she reasoned and slipped her hand between her legs, moaning as she found her clit.

He cracked open his eyes at the noise and looked at her, taking in what she was doing, his eyes dark with desire.

He licked his lips unconsciously, ‘Sit on my face, I want to taste you.’

She smiled at his invitation and moved herself up. She settled and held onto the bedstead.

His tongue probed her, and she rocked herself slowly against his face. She felt his passionate groans vibrating into her.

She realised she was facing the wrong direction, she wanted to keep watching the action and climbed off again.

She kissed him to answer his unasked question, tasting herself on his lips.

‘Scoot down a bit more,’ she told him as she needed more leg room. When he did, she climbed back on. It was more difficult to keep herself upright, but the view was definitely worth the effort.

Joe was spread out beneath her; his hips rose as his buttocks tensed as he fucked his hand. His stomach muscles rippled, and his chest heaved.

She could feel his argent breaths deep in her pussy, he was trying to keep licking her, but his own growing need was distracting him.

She ground herself down on his face instead, taking her own pleasure.

Joe started pumping faster and she placed her hands on his pecs to stay upright.

It meant that she was near the business end of his cock, not that a little spunk bothered her, she just didn’t really relish a full load in the face.

His legs started quivering and she could see his feet flexing involuntarily as he was getting closer to his climax.

She curled her fingers so she could squeeze his nipples and she felt him moan loudly into her center in response.

Then he moved his hand down to his testicles, spreading his legs so he could pull on and massage his sack and push deep into his perineum. She filed the information about what he liked away for another time.

By the way he was writhing on the bed, she knew it was imminent. She hadn’t seen him get this aroused so quickly and it seemed the butt plug had definitely added more.

That and the whisky.

She wondered what it felt like and whether she'd like it. It hadn't felt good when the guy had basically violated her before.

She knew Joe got off on pain and risked moving one hand to dig her nails into to his nipple again.

It was like he’d been hit by a lightning bolt as he jolted and grunted. All of a sudden, his body started jerking and his face was forced up into her more.

He quickly moved the hand that had been on his balls to catch his sperm and only some of it dripped on to his belly.

She was suddenly grateful that he was a clean freak.

His body stopped spasming, and he relaxed down again.

(Cam 4 - Joe 4)

He sighed into her and started licking her with renewed vigor.

She moaned in response and he moved the hand that had been stroking his cock up to find her.

Joe reached up with his left hand. He made contact, almost poking her in the eye before awkwardly cupping her face.

He bent his arm, trying and failing to get a nipple and eventually gave up.

He started feeling the effect of the butt plug once again, and he used his hand to stroke his body, despite knowing that he wouldn’t get another erection for probably at least another 30 minutes.

Cam started moving faster on his face, wanting to come too.

Joe'd stilled beneath her, but she was past caring.

She pulled at her nipples and grunted with the effort.

Unexpectedly, he started making noises, arms flailing and eventually with his large hands around her hips, he managed to push her off.

He moved out from under her and was breathing heavily.

She inarticulately indicated her annoyance as her orgasm slipped away, and punctuated it with a loud, 'Fuck!'

He laid there and looked up at her, his face was red and shiny with her juices, 'Sorry, I couldn’t breathe ... I … think I drank too much - whisky.’ He was embarrassed by the confession.

She leaned over him and kissed him, ‘Not too much sex?’ teasing him.

‘Maybe, I think you’ve broken me,’ and he shook his flaccid dick, ‘See?’

She laid down next to him, ‘Oh, that’s a shame, I’ll just have to go it alone,’ she then looked sharply at him, ‘If I come that’s not one off of your debt, right?’

He smirked, ‘Of course not,’ he sighed and then continued, ‘Hmmm, as tempting as that is to watch, I’m gonna go take a shower.’

He sat up, patted her leg and got up a little awkwardly due the object in his back passage.

She watched him falter a bit and realized he really was drunk and unsteady on his legs.

It wasn’t like him, she frowned.

She sat up and watched his retreating back.

He's probably tired from the day and the orgasm he’d just had, she reasoned.

But she was too full of pent-up desire to be unduly worried.

She laid back down again spread her legs.

(Cam 4 - Joe 4)

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Chapter 14: Saturday Night: Bed Continued: Singles Match

Summary:

Joe's had his fun, now it's Cam's turn. Meanwhile Joe's taking an break and gets reflective about why he likes her..

Warning: sexually explicit. Some anal and solo play.

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Ch. 14

10.33 p.m.

Cam started masturbating, too turned on to care about Joe in the bathroom.

The alcohol had helped lower her inhibitions as well.

She focused on the feelings she was generating and thought about the sessions they’d had that day, especially and the really hot latest one.

She was starting to take herself up and was lost in the sensations, when suddenly she jumped at the sound of a thud on the bed.

Opening her eyes to find Joe smirking and watching her. The butt plug was on the bed next to her.

‘Mmm, what a lovely sight ... I brought you something in case you were still curious. It’s clean,’ he winked at her, ‘I might come and join you if I’m up for it.’

He went back to the bathroom and she heard the shower turn on.

Knowing how quickly he usually took showers, he could be back soon. She felt squeamish about putting it in with him watching her, she made a decision and quickly lubed it and her back passage up.

Arching her back, she spread herself wide and braced herself.

OK, bigger things came out of there, he’d said.

She started pushing and decided to add more lube as he’d suggested. The tapered tip was easy then she needed to use more pressure.

She tried again, and forced herself to relax as she got to the widest part, grunting as it slipped in.

Her rectum gripped and closed around the narrow groove, holding it in place.

She gingerly lowered her hips to the bed and closed her legs slightly, testing the foreign object inside of her.

She felt pleasantly full and stretched, as the sensations radiated up into her pussy. It was though she had a scratch that needing inching.

She stroked her clit and rotated her hips, enjoying the feelings and how the butt plug seemed to accentuate the pleasure.

She wished Joe would come back, her pussy felt empty and she figured the addition of his cock would feel incredible.

She could still hear the shower, and she briefly wondered if he was OK, but her need was more pressing.

She knitted three fingers together and pushed them into herself. They weren’t as satisfying as his dick, or his fingers, but it worked for now.

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Meanwhile, Joe stood under the shower, it was usually one of the speedier parts of his morning routine.

However, he wanted to give her some privacy for her first time, and his legs were decidely wobbly.

He enjoyed the heat on his muscles and turned up the pressure a couple of notches.

That last climax had really taken it out of him.

It was his fourth one of the day, according to her earlier tally.

He couldn’t remember having so many before.

Not that he’d ever kept count.

Other than Simon and her, he’d never spent a full day with a lover before.

Sure, there’d been extended nights, but he’d had two or possibly three before he’d got tired of whoever’s company and moved on. Occasionally, that moving on had been to someone else for another random hook up.

But that sex was more about forgetting, fucking out all of his anger and sadness.

It wasn't that he was the typical guy with their fluid morals. Well, when he thought about it, he was. But that wasn't how he wanted to be.

He wanted to be monogamous. He had a deeply romantic soul, but he hadn't grown up with a very positive model of marriage even before his mother 'died.'

And it wasn't as if he didn't already have a whole raft of trust issues and a crisis of identity before the fall.

He'd been screwed up so long, was it any wonder his attitude to sex was so fucked up?

He wondered if, despite their age differences and all their other obvious difficulties, whether this thing he and Cam had going on between them really could be good as he'd alluded to on the night of the hurricane.

He thought it best not to ask the finer details to the rules of her game, such as whether midnight was the cut off or if it still counted as one session if it crossed over.

Discussing it would necessarily entail an exchange of awkward details about other partners.

He'd had too many and too vague a recollection to be of any real use.

He suspected she already assumed that he’d had a plethora of others and had a low opinion of him in that regard. As she quite rightly had about most men.

There was no point dragging it up and proving he was a cold-hearted bastard.

She’d say it didn’t bother her, but he knew it would.

It would bother him.

He knew she’d been with other guys and ridiculous as his jealousy was, he couldn’t deny it, it was deep and fathomless.

It was a most unusual emotion for him.

He was pretty sure she hadn’t had many, well they hadn’t been very good, judging by how different she was from when they’d started sleeping together til now.

He was proud of the change in her, and excited about their future. Especially with the addition, well probable addition, he corrected himself, of anal as well.

He just loved fucking her and it was getting better and better.

This weekend was proving that.

The sum of her parts equaled more than would seem.

He’d catalogued them on numerous occasions, as he pondered what it was that she had that caught his attention so.

What made her unique.

He knew there were smarter, prettier, better dressed, tidier people out there.

But were any of them compatible with him?

Perfect for him?

Did any of them love him?

He rested his head against the glass and let the jet of water pummel his neck and shoulders.

He reached up and massaged his head and then felt back to the knots in his shoulders and exhaled.

The fruition and success of the Giant was never far from his mind, but she was involved in it too.

What would it have looked like without her? Completely different or a disaster?

His stomach overturned at the thought of her not being involved in it ... with him.

Christ, he was tired.

Exhausted.

No, no, don't exaggerate, Joe, said his internal father's voice, that always there to push him on more and more.

I'm just sated, in a good way, he told himself.

He reasoned it was most likely a combination of his exertions throughout the day as well as the long week.

The whisky had an effect as well.

He smiled thinking of Cam out on his bed, he wanted to go watch, but he had a good imagination.

Not that his dick was currently interested.

His last orgasm had really been something, not just that it’d been so illicit, but knowing that she’d been watching him had definitely been a factor.

He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off.

Feeling thirsty, he wrapped a towel round himself and he slipped out quietly, intent on getting a glass of water from the kitchen.

Walking through his bedroom, he heard her thick moans and couldn’t help but look.

His mouth dried more seeing her spread eagled, hips grinding up into both hands.

Her eyes were squeezed closed, and her pert breasts rose high on her heaving chest.

So fucking beautiful.

His previously unresponsive cock, twitched, just once.

He stood watching undecided whether to join her or let her have this one on her own.

He couldn't see the butt plug and was pretty sure she was using it. From what he knew of her and her earlier questions, she wasn’t someone to shy away from something new.

He reluctantly turned away and headed to the kitchen, there’d be time for more play, probably tomorrow he thought with a pang of sadness.

He wanted her to enjoy anal and then she might suggest it again.

He didn’t want to force anything on her.

Sex with her was always electric, and he’d spent a lot of time thinking about that too.

He knew they had very similar sexual appetites, and that was essential.

What she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm and willingness to try.

Her confidence had grown immensely in the last few months.

Their combative natures helped too.

What he wasn’t quite ready to admit to himself yet, was that he loved her.

He loved being around her, that he knew, he found her awe-inspiring.

He thought she was brilliant; she was full of ideas and he knew they were going to do amazing things together.

The Giant was just the first of many innovative projects.

It’d been true what he’d said to Simon, she was the future, and it was bright and shiny.

But he loved her, and it was the first time someone had got inside his heart like this, the last one was Simon, but even that wasn't a patch on this.

The idea of her leaving him scared him shitless.

He gulped down a large glass of water and filled it up again.

He regretted drinking so much of the whisky, but he felt considerably better than before.

He took another glass and filled one up for her.

He entered the bedroom as quietly as possible, hopefully to watch her shudder and shake as she surrendered to her orgasm.

Cam was still on her back with her eyes closed but her belly was rising gently.

She was already asleep.

He was too late.

(Cam 5 - Joe 4)

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Notes:

Hmm, will they go to bed, to sleep now?

Chapter 15: Saturday Night: Bed Continued: Doubles Match

Summary:

The final chapter for Saturday, Cam reminds Joe he has a debt to pay and he's 'up' for the challenge.

Hold onto your hats, we're going for a ride ...

Warning sexually explicit (anal play and mild spanking)

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Ch. 15

11.23 p.m.

Joe figured the butt plug was still in her and the day’s tally of orgasms had taken it toll on her as well.

He put the glasses down and eased himself on the bed next to her, so he didn’t disturb her.

He watched her, as he had many a morning.

Her head had fallen slightly to the side, her mouth was slightly open, and he listened to the sound of her breathing.

Regular and deep.

She wasn’t classically beautiful; he’d been with better looking women and men.

But he thought she was pretty.

Although, he’d been around enough to know that it wasn’t just what was on the outside.

It counted for nothing if they were empty inside, for example, just a $1000 suit …

The observation that she’d made about him a few months ago.

She was always authentic, pissing many people off because she was.

She was smart, she was future-looking.

She had something that’d made him pay attention to her.

He'd tried to work out what it was, a heady mix of steely strength and vulnerability.

Fierce, he thought proudly, a punk, a rebel, well that was what she let everyone see.

He knew there was more under the surface, a deeper level that was caring and damaged.

The same as him, and they both hid it well.

He found her fascinating … and sexy.

Indescribably sexy.

She matched his energy well and their chemistry was electric.

He gently shook her arm, ‘Cam … Cam, hey?’

She woke with a start, as though she’d been dreaming, looked confused for a moment and then smiled sleepily up at him.

He smiled back, her sweetness persistently weathering the hard stone of his heart.

It would be these moments, more than the sex that would spin him out of control in a desperate search for them again once she'd left his life as quickly as she'd entered it.

He'd be uprooted and disoriented in the wake of her whirlwind.

‘Hmmm, I thought you were going to join me?’ she sounded disappointed.

She moaned as she rolled, a little awkwardly, over to wrap herself around him, feeling the object stretch inside of her, turning herself on again.

‘Ahh, sorry, I needed a little time out,’ he admitted, ‘Besides, I thought you’d like some time to get to know your new … friend,’ he smiled at her indulgently, then lowered his voice and added with eyes glittering, ‘Did you have fun?’

‘Uh-huh,’ and she looked at him seductively, wiggling her hips against his groin.

Sighing again, and with a sexy grin, she asked, ‘Please sir, can I have some more?’

‘Really?’ he marveled at her desire.

She smiled broadly back at him, flashing her eyes and nodding.

He leaned in to kiss her, chuckling with lust showing on his face, ‘Little minx.’

As they kissed, her hands went to his chest, stroking his scars and pinching his nipples, actions she knew would make him groan ardently into her mouth.

One went lower and tugged at his towel, ‘If I’m naked, it’s only fair that you are too,’ echoing his tease from earlier.

He opened it up and she put her hand possessively around his cock, which had already started to stiffen.

He sighed again and he cupped her buttock, pushing at just the right angle to put pressure on the plug in her ass.

‘Aaarrhhh,’ she moaned lustily and writhed against him more.

She pulled on his cock harder and was rewarded with a deep sigh as he got more turned on.

She lasered him with her bright blue eyes, ‘I want you inside of me.' Cam had grown in confidence and now had no problem asking for what she wanted.

Without waiting, she pushed him, and he obligingly rolled over on to his back.

She climbed on top of him.

He arched his hips up and pulled hers down at the same time, burying his thick cock deeply in her.

They both groaned.

He watched her head fall back and her lips part, there was a look of wonderous ecstasy on her flushed face.

He could feel his cock rub against the butt plug and watched as her hips shifted as she adjusted to his girth and how goosebumps appeared around her areola as her nipples hardened.

It was enthralling, he couldn't remember having taken the time to watch such things in his partners before.

Cam began to grind herself down on him.

She started panting as the addition of his large cock stretched her and rubbed maddeningly against the thin membrane and the bulge in her ass.

Joe pulled on an erect nipple, loving how she bit into her lip.

He bent his legs, giving him more power to his thrusts.

'Oh God ... aaahhh! Wow ...’ she moaned loudly, her pussy on fire.

'You like that huh?' he asked, eyes fixed intently on the erotic spectacle in front of him.

'Oh yeah ...' she panted, eyes closed and mouth open.

She arched her back to increase the contact, pushing herself on to him more.

Her head was flung back, and her breasts pushed up, her pelvis pressed down further as she bent herself.

She cupped them and captured her nipples between her fingers.

He clawed at her thighs, and she twisted her hips, gasping.

She was spinning out of control at every movement and his touch.

She felt as though she’d been hit by a thousand volts when he ran his finger lightly over her clitoris.

It was all that was needed to push her over the edge.

She screamed in ecstasy as her body shook and clenched around the two hard objects inside of her, hardly believing how quickly the orgasm had come.

(Cam 6 - Joe 4)

Cam slumped forward, supporting herself with her hands out on his chest, breathing hard.

Joe had to use all his self-control to not empty himself into her tightly gripping channel.

When she’d recovered herself, she looked up into his face to find him smiling at her.

It'd thrilled him to see her so aroused.

Even now, she was flushed and red all the way down to her chest, which was slowly heaving.

'Was that fun?’ he asked smirking as he already knew the answer.

Her face split into a broad smile, 'Yes!’ she said with feeling.

‘More?’ and he slowly thrust up, holding her hips, grinning as she involuntarily bucked against him being hypersensitive.

‘Aaaahhhhh!’ and she bowed her head down, barely being able to keep herself upright, but she looked up again, her eyes lit up and she showed more teeth, wickedly, ‘Oh yeah … you owe me three more, remember?’

‘Of course.’ and he smiled widely back at her, then his face changed, and she read his lust, ‘Cam, I want to fuck you from behind,’ and he started moving, ‘Stretch your arms out and put them on the bedstead,’ he said softly, but his eyes were intense and dark.

He helped her up, spreading her legs wider while positioning himself behind.

She was stretched out, staring down at his pillow, already moaning as his one hand found her breast.

The other snaked down between her legs, angling her hips up into his, forcing her back to extend into an exaggerated arch.

He reached between her legs and guided his cock into her.

Then he glided his fingers up between her engorged spread lips, stroking along her slippery skin to play with her clit.

She responded immediately, her body heaved and jerked against his.

Both holes were stretched and the pressure of him behind her forced the butt plug in further as he started pumping into her into her.

On each thrust, her hips were moved forward, increasing the contact of his fingers on her clit.

She’d only just come, but her body started quivering uncontrollably again, as the sensations overwhelmed her.

She felt herself plunging headlong toward another climax.

It was agonizing bliss.

He pinched her nipple and she screamed in shock, her and she backed away from the pain, colliding with his strong chest and Joe pushed her pussy back onto his cock more.

She felt like a ragdoll under him.

‘Nnnnnaaaaarrrhhhh!’ she screamed in ecstasy as she came, her body pulsed and tensed uncontrollably.

The pressure on her clit was too much and her legs suddenly buckled beneath her, and she fell forward.

Her hands let go of the bed board, but she used them to weakly push it away.

He followed her down, laying down over her on the bed, riding her orgasm, enjoying the feeling of her writhing under him and the lusty sounds she was making.

She stilled beneath him and took in huge gasps of air.

(Cam 7 - Joe 4)

She was helplessly pinned by his weight with his cock buried deep inside her, it rubbed against the object in her ass and his long fingers were still twisted up into her sopping wet wide-open pussy.

He flexed them and she juddered in response.

‘Aaaaahhh … Joeee …’ she moaned and turned her head on the pillow.

His face was next to hers, ‘Are you OK?’ he murmured, but before she could respond, he spoke directly into her ear, ‘More, little minx?’ and tilted his pelvis and curled his fingertips again, his blood being up.

She shuddered, amazed at her body's capacity, ‘Yesss ...’

This time, he started fucking her slowly, rocking his pelvis, loving how his larger frame snuggly enveloped hers so she fit perfectly under him.

His face was next to hers as she moaned into the pillow, her hot breath tickling his cheek as her ardent sighs filled his ears. 

He felt a myriad of things, powerful that he was drawing out such sounds from her, and both protective and possessive.

Later, he would be surprised at the strength of his feelings, especially as they'd only get stronger as the years progressed, not dulled by time or her frequent betrayals.

His world shrank down to her; her breath, her moans, the warmth of her naked skin under his and the hot slickness of a center that he wanted to be inside. He couldn't stop himself from sampling again and again and again, like some hopeless addict.

She tried to move herself away from his hand underneath her, but she was trapped by his thighs on either side, if she went back there was more pressure in both her orifices.

He started thrusting harder, relentlessly pounding her and the combined sensations were so intense that she tensed and climaxed again.

(Cam 8 - Joe 4)

Was this the third time? She was losing track as well herself, but there’d just been minutes in between them ...

Wow …

She was amazed, coming this many times, so quickly and so full on, this was something new.

She was sure he still hadn’t come.

It seemed he was going to make good on the repayment of his debt early after all.

She would smile but she was too busy grunting through clenched teeth as her whole body was twitching wildly.

It was almost too much. She wanted him to both stop and keep going at the same time, to see how many more she could have.

When she stopped shuddering, she felt boneless, she had no strength to move, her arms had bent and each of his thrusts moved her a little more up the bed, so her head was pressing uncomfortably against the wooden bedstead.

‘Uhhh ... Joeehh ...,’ but she couldn’t get her words out properly, the orgasms seemed to have short circuited her brain.

She used her whole hand to tap feebly on the headboard, despite feeling that she was a jellyfish washed up on the beach, immobile and awaiting either the tide or death. Cam tapped again, just her nail making a feeble noise and hoped he’d get the message.

She didn’t really want to get fucked right through the wall or have another sex-related head injury.

She was grateful to feel a rush of cold air on her back and buttocks as he pulled her downwards firmly by her hips.

But her pussy felt empty as he

There was space at the top of her again.

She sighed in relief.

Her legs met his thighs and she felt them spread her wider, the cold air invaded her more intimate places.

Before she could do or say anything else, her body jolted from a heavy thwack on her ass.

She gasped in shock but had no strength to move.

‘Ooowww ... noohh!’ she complained inarticulately into the bed covering.

Strangely, the sting of the slap had already changed, and an intense heat was now radiating down into her pussy.

It’d also put more pressure on the butt plug, adding to the fire inside her loins.

Transfixed, Joe put his hand over the red handprint already forming on her white globe, pushing down into the tender skin and angling it onto the object buried there again.

She simpered as her hips shifted and rolled, wriggling sensually, trying unsuccessfully to move away.

He placed one of his hands possessively on her hip, holding her in place and he leaned forward, seductively circling his other softly around her as yet untainted buttock, ‘One more here, because you’re so baaaad?’ he drew out the last word, as she had earlier.

She felt the confusing dilemma of being, what, his plaything, some naughty little girl being spanked versus the proud feminist she was.

But aside from the initial sting, the feeling inside from the other felt so damn good. She felt as though her loins were on fire, an intense liquid heat was blazing through the center of her.

Was this why spanking was such a thing? It was enjoyable for both parties?

The continual action of his hand was sending tiny jolts into her pussy too, she needed a much bigger one to scratch her itch.

Faintly, ‘Yessss.’ and in shame and confusion, she buried her head in the sheet and tensed up.

Her face burning as crimson as her lower cheek.

She screamed as he landed another blow, right on target.

He dug his nails into the tender skin that was already turning red. He saw and felt the heat of blood rush to meet his hand.

She whimpered deliciously.

‘Do you want some more, Oliver?’ he chuckled, the sound was raspy, loaded with need.

Her addled brain couldn’t connect the reference, she only wondered if he'd forgotten who he was screwing.

‘Cam,’ she corrected him and then moaned throatily as he pulled her butt cheeks apart with his thumbs and squeezed each one between spread fingers, ensuring lots of contact on the burnished skin as she simpered in pleasure.

'Hold on,' and she felt the bed shift and heard his drawer open.

Looking around she saw a much larger and wider butt plug in his hand, suddenly panicked, she raised herself up one one elbow to twist and look at him, 'No, it's too big, Joe!'

'It's not for you, don't worry,' he said, retrieving the lube and applying it to himself and his second largest plug. His treasured stainless steel Big Boy plug was some he planned to show her the next time.

But he needed something extra right now.

He couldn't stop almost shouting out, 'Oh Fuck, yes,' as he pushed it home and grabbing his cock, he lined himself up and easily pushed back into her heat.

Joe didn’t bother to explain, his cock throbbed, his back passage throbbed and he wanted to come.

He rammed into her, and her groans started getting higher and more urgent each time he was fully in her.

He was making animalistic grunts right in her ear, feeling the pressure of being inside of her as well as the fullness in his back passage. The thickness of the plug was designed to give extra pleasure on his prostate. At the top of each thrust, when he was fully in her, he gave a quick twist of his pelvis and which added to his pleasure and made go even faster.

Their unbridled sounds blended together, getting louder and more wretched as he increased his speed.

He loved how responsive she was.

He slipped his hand into her pussy, she was so deliciously wet, and his fingers slid around her engorged clit as she tried to fight him, desperately squirming herself backward as she was so sensitive.

But she only succeeded in impaling herself onto his hard cock and increasing the contact with her reddened ass.

She wiggled and writhed under her.

Her movement drove up his passion.

Her body rocked up into him further, as she had another orgasm.

(Cam 9 - Joe 4)

Joe marveled at her capacity, paid in full, he thought.

It wasn’t as if he’d had much experience in giving multiple orgasms. Before her, he would just satisfy himself and not consider his partner.

But this, this thrilled him.

He could feel her muscles tensing and contracting so strongly that they actually moved his much heavier frame.

It would be hard to wake her later as she’d be totally spent, but he’d force her to get up, go into the bathroom, stand over her despite her protests as she took the butt plug out and cleaned herself before finally allowing her to collapse in coma-like sleep.

When she came again and this time as she finished, Joe allowed himself free reign, he was shuttling himself into her as she lay totally inert beneath him, before long, there was only the feeling of being at a great height and then crashing down as his seed shot into her and he shouted and shuddered trying to stay in one piece.

He barely noticed that she’d stopped moving. She was just making small whimpers as the strength of his climax subsided.

(Cam 10 - Joe 5)

Paid with interest.

He'd only just remembered to hold himself up on one arm, so he didn’t squash her.

After he’d got her back into bed, he went to the bathroom and removed his plug. He fastidiously cleaned up everything including the mix of her sticky juices and come from his cock and his hands. Then with equal attention to cleanliness, he brushed his teeth.

He turned the lights off and climbed into bed and she didn’t even stir, save for a small, endearing, exhausted whimper, as he gently pushed one arm under her neck and moved in to spoon her.

He wrapped his other arm around her waist, drawing her back into his body, so the soft cushion of her ass rested against his upper thighs and he moved his hand up to clasp hers in front of her 

Her hand spasmed and opened, resettling around his thumb, as he tried to pull it away, some latent reflex in her tightened its grip. He sat up and tried to peer around her to check she was still asleep, despite hearing the regular soft sighs of her breathing.

He gently pulled away again and he felt her hand squeeze around his and a bubble of fierce love rose up inside of him. It was an odd, magical sensation and brought a tender smile to his face. He laid back down and kissed the hair at the back of her head as he tightened his arms around her.

He felt light and happy as he relaxed and sleep quickly took him too.

(Cam 10 – Joe 5)

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Notes:

I do enjoy comments, they help spur me on, as I'm sure you know, writing is a very errr ... 'solo' pleasure and your comments really do help with the process.

Chapter 16: Sunday Morning: Bed

Summary:

Finally, it's Sunday!

Cam wakes up before Joe and she wants to play ...

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Ch. 16

6.48 a.m.

Cam woke up, she felt Joe’s arms around her and listened to his soft snores. It was some time in the early morning, but the room was gloomy as the blinds were still drawn.

She could hear the rain's steady pitter-patter against the window. It seemed less violent than the day before.

She turned to watch him, enjoying the luxury of being awake before him for once. She liked how relaxed he looked.

She studied his face, there were fine lines around his eyes and the deep furrow between his heavy eyebrows had smoothed a little. She knew he was constantly thinking about Cardiff, the Giant and the future.

This weekend had been a welcome break for both of them.

She felt wonderful, like she didn’t have a care in the world. Yesterday's day of play had definitely helped. She chose to forget about their fight in the afternoon and smiled happily.

She slowly untangled herself from the drape of his heavy arm and glanced at the shadowy outlines of his scars. The new additions on his pecs caught her eye, the ones she made with her nails the previous morning, the partial circle of half-moons had darkened overnight.

Ever so carefully, Cam slipped out of the bed, freezing when his hand seemed to come after her and he mumbled 'Cam?' and frowned those exceptional eyebrows.

Was he dreaming of her?

The idea made her heart sing and then she winced at her own softness for him.

They'd come so far in the few scant months that they'd met.

He hadn't been who she'd thought he was.

She studied his face as it relaxed down, it seemed so strange that in such a short space of time, how well she'd learned to read his various expressions and moods.

She knew his body too, its movements, its size, its strength, its warmth, the way he smelled, not just his aftershave but something indefinably him. It comforted her when she woke up at night and found him curled around her, and with his physicality, she felt safe and protected.

That was strange as she had such an independent fierce spirit, born out of necessity of her childhood.

The same as his she thought, and at times her romantic side offered up this as reason that they were made for each other, before the cynical side pushed it angrily away, reaffirming that she didn't need anyone.

She padded quietly the short distance to the bathroom.

Her ass was a little sore but there wasn’t any bleeding. She couldn’t believe how hot last night’s sex had been, the addition of the butt plug on both of them had been electrifying.

She decided she’d like to try fucking him more when they both had one in, but maybe she'd go on top this time.

She was pretty sure he had another, if not a whole collection, she would have to check out his bedside cupboard at some stage.

Or just ask him, she reasoned, it wasn't as if he'd ever lied when she'd asked him direct questions. Accept about the scars, but that was before he'd let his guard down and let her in.

She dried herself and felt wetness between her legs again. She couldn’t believe that after yesterday’s full day of play, her body still wanted more.

How many orgasms had she had?

She calculated adding in the extraordinary evening session, which made the day’s score ten.

Wow, a new high score that would be really tough to beat. She'd like to try, though, she was always up for improving on her performance.

He’d kept his promise and repaid her for the four pieces of steak plus. She’d felt that anything he’d have done would have kept her coming, her body had been on hair trigger.

She’d felt so out of control, which was something new for her.

She went back to the bedroom and wondered if Joe would be ‘up’ for another romp.

She got back into bed and gently explored him.

He was still on his side and she stroked down his chest, one hand concentrating on teasing a nipple to hardness while the other one moved around his various scars, on its way lower.

He groaned softly, and she stopped to watch him.

Still asleep.

She wondered how far she could take him before he woke up.

She always enjoyed a new challenge.

Her hands continued and she smiled to herself finding that he was semi-erect.

She didn’t know why men’s physiology meant they got morning hard-ons, but she was going to take full advantage of it.

She watched his reaction as she grasped his length.

He sighed again, but his eyes stayed closed.

She carefully eased herself further down the bed, so she could take him in her mouth.

She held him firmly with one hand and caressed his testicles with the other.

She felt his body tense and he let out a low moan, as she stated to lick up the underside of his stiffening shaft.

She pushed his hip gently at first and then more firmly, but she wasn’t strong enough to roll him onto his back.

So she caressed his buttocks and his thighs instead, and took him in her mouth.  

His hips started slowly rocking by themselves and he was emitting regular soft grunts in time with what she was doing.

Then she had an idea, she pulled his bottom leg up by the knee, using all her strength and pushed his hip again, his lower half twisted, and she heard more groaning, louder this time.

His body shifted, so he was on his back and she followed him down and carried on giving him head.

‘Aaahhhh …’ the sheet got pulled back and Joe was looking down at her, frowning slightly, ‘Oh! Well, good morning …’

She smiled as much as she could with his cock in her mouth.

‘Jesus, you really are ravenous,’ but his face showed admiration. He blinked a few times, then then watched her through heavy-lidded eyes as his head fell back into the pillow. There was a small smile skirting his luscious lips.

She loved how different he could be from his work persona.

These last few months he’d let his mask slip more and more around her.

She knew that the first Joe everybody met was the expert marketing in a expensively-tailored suit, the arrogant asshole.

But she realized that wasn’t who he actually was.

He’d been damaged young and had gone into survival mode.

He’d told her that he’d been bullied at school for being ‘different’, he hadn’t gone into details, but she immediately understood what he’d meant as she'd been picked on too.

The asshole was a persona, just he’d worn it so long and it’d become part of him too.

Sometimes he just forgot to put it back in its box.

Her 'go to' was defensive and spiky and she didn't always play well with others.

He'd just found a way to navigate his way through the assholes and get what he wanted. Usually saying what he thought they wanted to hear.

That never sat well with her, but she would put her own unique authentic spin on it and learned to moderate herself to get where she wanted over the years.

The future would also have Donna to help temper and guide her, at least for a few years anyway.

Back in the present, she heard his grunts getting closer together and his thighs trembled deliciously. 

His eyes were now burning into hers, 'Aaaahhhh … Cameron … nnhhh-nnnhhhh … I’m gonna c-come soon-’ he warned, leaving it up to her whether she stopped or not.

She wanted to take him to his climax, getting off on the power trip. Even though she knew he wouldn’t be up to fucking her afterwards.

They could do that later; she knew he’d want to pay her back.

His stomach muscles started contracting and his mouth hung open. His eyes closed and his brow furrowed in concentration.

She felt his hips push up and she directed his cock into her mouth to catch his sperm.

He spasmed a couple of times and she swallowed quickly trying not to taste it.

She didn’t mind occasionally, and he never insisted, unlike a couple of assholes she’d been with before.

One had shot it all over her face, going into her eye and up her nose and she winced at the memory. He'd gloated rather than apologize.

(Cam 0 – Joe 1)

‘Haahhh … ohhh ...’ Joe breathed deeply, as his body trembled again, ‘Mmmm, well that was a wonderful way to wake up,’ and he smiled at her, ‘Thank you.’

She returned it and leisurely worked her way up into to waiting arms, ‘You’re welcome.’

‘Good morning,’ he whispered as he kissed her temple, ‘Let me have a little breather and I’ll attend to you.’

‘Ooh, thank you,’ and they beamed at each other, enjoying their playful, softer sides for once.

She nestled into to his shoulder and gently stroked the skin of his throat and upper chest, including the two almost symmetrical scars there, knowing he enjoyed it.

He made an appreciative rumble that went down into her loins, and caressed her back, squeezing her tenderly at the same time.

‘Joe?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Do you have any more of those … umm … from last night?’

‘Jesus, I must be Frankenstein, I’ve created a monster,’ he chuckled, ‘They're called butt plugs,’ he added helpfully.

‘Wait, I thought Frankenstein was the monster?’ Cam asked, confused.

‘Ahh, no, Frankenstein was the man, the creator, the monster didn’t actually have a name. But it’s a common misconception, little Miss Curious,’ Joe told her, ‘And yes, I do. Why? Do you want a butt plug before breakfast?’ His mouth twitched into a smirk.

‘No!' and she was blushing already, 'But I was thinking that … umm … I’d like to try it again with us both having one in, but me on top,’ her voice went up at the end showing her nervousness, ‘Later, not now,’ she added hastily.

He brought her up to lie flat on top of him, so he could study her face, ‘Ooh, kinky, I like it when you're on top too,’ he said smiling stroking down her back to rest on her hips, positioned directly over his.

She blushed deliciously and couldn’t hold his gaze.

He gently raised her chin, so she was looking at him, ‘Hey,' he started softly, 'Don’t be embarrassed. It’s just a sex act, that’s all. What goes on between consenting adults in private, is just that, private. This would be tame to some people. But life can be so full of shit. Take as much pleasure as you can, while you can, and if you find someone you can be yourself with, even for a short time, then that’s really … special.’

‘A short time? Are you talking about …’ she searched for the right words, ‘This?’ meaning her and him, and she searched his face.

She was already tensing up and her stomach flipped wondering where he was going.

They both panicked.

He'd meant he could be himself around her, he’d meant it as a compliment, but she’d latched on to the wrong part.

He hadn’t meant about them, he’d been talking in general, but he saw her face drop and wanted to reassure her. He wasn’t good at expressing his feelings where she was concerned.

‘Cam, I love … this,’ he should’ve told her he loved her, but it terrified him to open himself up that much to someone else.

It was the one thing he still couldn’t say to her.

He wouldn’t be able to for years and he’d always regret his cowardice.

Maybe things would’ve been different for their future if he’d been braver.

‘But listen, I don’t have a good track record with relationships …’ he trailed off, before saying, ‘Maybe I’m too broken, I don’t know.’

She couldn’t speak, he saw different emotions fight for control on her face.

He didn’t know which she’d settled on as she climbed off him, and he could see the anxiety in her tight shoulders.

She sat facing away from him on the edge of the bed, not knowing what to say.

‘Cam ...’ he tried, angry at himself for ruining the mood.

But he wasn’t telling her anything she didn’t already know; he was being honest for once.

That was what was she’d said she’d wanted.

She shook her head, wanting him to stop.

Talking himself out of trouble was the one thing he was good at, but she didn’t want to hear it right now.

Nevertheless, Joe wasn’t one to give up easily, ‘Cam,’ trying to reason with her and spoke more softly, ‘Hey, I wasn’t talking about us. I meant it in general. But I can be myself with you, and that is special. That I can share my sad story with you and you … you accept it, accept me,’ he swallowed hard, trying to force down the strong emotions that had come up unbidden.

She bowed her head, still unwilling to look at him.

She was fighting with herself; she knew he hadn’t meant to upset her, but the thought of what they had ending, had caught her off guard.

She wasn’t as practiced as him at keep her emotions in check.

It felt similar to when she was in the taxi watching him walk off with Simon.

The hurt had felt like someone had ripped her open, she felt a strange kinship to his scarred body.

She was unprepared for the depth of her feelings for him. It was the first time she'd loved anyone like this.

He took it as a good sign that she was still there and hadn’t just bolted again.

He tried to move over to her as quietly as possible, wishing his bed were smaller, not wanting to scare her.

He sat next to her and pulled her into him, for once, she didn’t resist.

He placed his head next to hers and kissed her temple, whispering softly, ‘Hey, I was trying to pay you a compliment. I didn't mean to upset you. Sorry ...’

She closed her eyes and when she opened them the tears were spilling silently down her cheeks.

‘Aw, Cam, you’re making me cry,’ and he pulled her round to look at him so she could see the tears in his eyes.

They looked at each other with tear-filled eyes quietly studying the other, hardly daring to believe that they'd found someone with the same level of emotional damage that they had.

They just had to work out how to be supportive and actually start healing each other.

He let out a small laugh, releasing the tension and said, ‘What a pair, eh?’

She gave a short snot-filled snort, in agreement through her exhale, wiping her nose quickly with the back of her hand, she looked at him again, eyes red-rimmed.

‘Wow, your eyes look so blue right now,’ he kept looking at them, distracted and fascinated.

Embarrassed, she looked down, finding his lips instead.

Without thinking, she pressed herself forward to kiss them and he pulled her into him more, returning it.

She watched the thin trail of saliva that linked them suddenly break as they moved back apart, although his warm breath still caressed her cheek as he breathed.

‘I’m sorry, OK? Let me make it up to you,’ he said, his quiet voice sounding like liquid honey, it got to her, as always.

A shiver went down her spine.

He’d won her over again.

Joe stood and lifted her up, placing her back on the center of the bed.

She clung onto him, sighing as he kissed her deeply.

This was what she wanted, to be enveloped in him.

She didn’t want to think about what the future might hold.

Her hands went around him instinctively as their bodies pressed closer together.

It gave comfort to both of them.

Surprisingly, Joe felt himself harden, it hadn’t been that long since he’d come, but his body responded to his desire for her.

‘I want to be inside of you,’ his need outstripped everything else, ‘Are you ready?’

‘Yes,’ she’d gotten wet giving him head before. She moaned ardently and spread her legs beneath him.

They watched each other as he slowly entered her, studying the reaction on the other’s face.

Both loving this part, and it’d still hold its fascination way into the future.

It was a different kind of hotness to the night before, softer, but full of passion none the less.

Joe gradually increased his speed until they were both panting and sighing, goading each other on to their climaxes.

Afterwards, they snuggled under the covers and tenderly kissing their exposed parts, reveling in their softness.

They fell back asleep, entwined and happy.

(Cam 1 - Joe 2 – Weekend Total: Cam 11 - Joe 7)

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Chapter 17: Sunday Morning: Breakfast

Summary:

Cam and Joe make ... breakfast and try to have a ... CONVERSATION (shocker)
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Can they?
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Especially after their earlier 'misunderstanding'?
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Can they keep to their vow of no more fights?
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Do they only have the Giant and their sexual appetites in common?
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Will it inevitably end in tears?
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Ch. 17

9.12 a.m.

Cam woke up to an empty bed.

She heard the flush of the toilet and Joe appeared.

He bent down to kiss her, his eyes crinkling and white teeth flashing in a broad smile, ‘Good morning again! Are you hungry?’

‘Hmmm, yes, starving!’ she announced dramatically as she squirmed, stretching her arms up and arching her back, ‘HhhhmmmmMMMmmm … ahh … good morning.’ Finally smiling up at him.

‘So, do you want to stay here or come help me?’

‘What are we having?’

‘Hmmm, how do you feel about blueberry pancakes?’

‘Yes! Perfect, ...ummm … with ice-cream?’ she smiled hopefully, looking up at him with big blue eyes, going for innocent cajoling.

It worked as he smiled back indulgently, feeling light and happy at how she was looking at him, 'Well, I don’t see why not, it’s dairy, right?’

‘That’s right.’ she smiled her most dazzling smile up at him.

He was a quick learner, she thought proudly.

She remembered another breakfast a long time ago, when she’d been a ‘little weiner,' asking her dad the same thing.

Of course, he’d happily agreed, annoying her mother by spoiling his ‘little angel.’

She’d always been able to twist him around her little finger.

There were pancakes, although with banana and vanilla ice-cream, but she was transported back to that time and she had a look of such undisguised happiness that it warmed Joe’s heart.

He bent down to kiss her.

‘Hmmm, minty,’ she said licking her lips, teasing him, ‘OK, you go and make a start and I’ll come and join you.’

‘OK,’ and he held his hands out to pull her up as he got up again.

She headed to bathroom and Joe went to the kitchen, after retrieving the detritus from the previous evenings’ snacks and drinks.

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When she joined him, she could smell the coffee and he was making a start on the batter.

She put her arms around him from behind in a re-run of the previous morning.

‘Can I help?’ she asked.

‘Sure, can you finish off the coffee?’ and reached up into a cupboard and took down two cups, ‘And take out the blueberries from the fridge and get the ice cream, please.’

Coffee was an easy task, they both took it black, however, Joe had no sugar to her two.

She completed his other requests, putting both on the counter and took a sip of the sweet, black liquid, ‘Ohhh! I do love my morning coffee.’

She hated to admit but she’d come to appreciate his expensive taste, especially where ground coffee was concerned.

He turned and smiled at her, reaching for his and taking a sip, ‘Mmmm, me too.’

He went back to mixing the pancake batter after he’d put some oil in the pan to heat it.

Cam watched him, he had such an easy way in the kitchen, so unlike her.

Suddenly, she heard herself asking, ‘So when did you learn how to cook?’

He paused momentarily in what he was doing, and she watched a shadow passed across his face causing his eyebrows to form a straight line and his jaw tighten.

She opened her mouth, about to back-paddle with the personal question, when unexpectedly he said, ‘I guess it started helping my mom. I couldn’t even see over the counter.’

She froze, wide-eyed in shook, understandably as he so rarely talked about his childhood.

His parents were such a difficult subject for him.

She didn’t know if she should ask a question to keep him talking, but he’d just paused and he actually smiled as he recounted, ‘She’d baked a lot, cookies, cakes, apple pies, anything … I just loved mixing everything up, so she’d let me do that, despite the mess I made.’

His eyes gleamed, as he confessed, ‘I wasn’t very coordinated, I'd end up with batter, cookie dough or cake mixture all over me and the floor. And of course, like most kids, I’d eat a lot of it too. She’d always have to make double the recipe.’

He risked looking at Cam, a small shy smile on his face and she could almost see him as that little boy.

‘Didn’t she get mad?’ automatically thinking of her mom, who did whenever she’d tried to help and made even the smallest of messes, and that was even before sticking her finger in and getting any of the coveted mixture. She’d usually get whopped for that, her mom'd been pretty hard on her.

‘Oh no,’ shaking his head, his eyes seemed to sparkle as his smile grew and the shallow dimple on his left cheek appeared.

God, he was handsome, she thought, and that he’d could get away with anything. She’d bet her bottom dollar that he’d just completely charm her mom if they ever met. However unlikely that seemed to be.

But she smiled and jokingly said, ‘Oh, I see a mommy’s boy, huh?’

His mouth pursed and his jaw flexed.

Shit, shit!

She was such a dick!

It flicked through her mind that maybe that’d been something he’d been taunted about too.

But if she hadn’t known better, she would have doubted she’d seen any reaction, as in the blink of an eye, with a wink and half a smirk, he’d masked it and smug and charming Joe was back. ‘Of course, it’s how I learned to be so good with the ladies.’

He ignored her eye roll as he chuckled, casually popped a blueberry in his mouth, and homed in for a kiss.

He broke and returned to making breakfast, pouring some batter into the pan.

Then he opened a cupboard and grabbed two plates.

She wanted to keep mining the small seam he’d revealed and see if there was any more he’d give up.

‘So what else did you cook with her?’ she kept her tone light, trying to belie her interest in his relationship with a mother that he’d only had until he was 11, the same year she'd been born.

‘Oh, all sorts really, breakfasts and dinners. It was just me and her as my father was away in the navy most of the time. I guess I just picked it up. Then after … I ... kinda had to cook and fend for myself.’

He went silent, busying himself with turning the pancake over.

She didn’t prod any more, knowing it was a tough subject, but she thought it was strange that he referred to his dad so formally. It was almost as though he was distancing himself from the man.

Not that she could blame him, after all he had lied to Joe for 23 years that his mother was dead when really, he’d forced her to leave.

And she thought she had parent issues.

Then it occurred to her, they were both only children and she wanted to know why. She impulsively blurted out, ‘So how come you don’t have any brothers or sisters?’

He looked at her as if surprised by the question, as if it’d never occurred to him before. He contemplated it with more seriousness than was necessary.

Just as she’d given up on getting an answer and was about to fill the awkward gap with the reason that she was one, he spoke.

‘I think,’ and he paused as he used the spatula to put the pancake on the plate and started pouring out another one, ‘They probably didn’t get on that well. It’s weird, I’d always thought it was the accident that drove them apart, and for years just blamed myself, but …’ he faltered and then looked at her and she could hear the edge of anger come into his voice, ‘When he finally told me the truth, he’d said it was the final straw, like there’d been other stuff … I probably should find out more about that … one day.’

He tailed off sadly and sighed, turning back to his task, the topic now closed apparently.

She wasn’t sure what to say next but she didn’t want to push and make it any more uncomfortable for him, so the silence hung heavily between them.

For once, Joe helped her out, ‘How about you? Why don’t you have any?’

Glad of something to fill the void, she rushed into her story, ‘Ah, well my dad wanted a whole brood, but apparently, my mom gained weight after having me which took her ages to lose, she always complained that I,’ and she tried to mimic her mom’s broad Texan drawl, ‘Just plain ruined her figure, and that was why,’ she paused briefly, ‘But who knows really? I think they got on OK, but then he was posted out to ‘’Nam and then … well … you know. But I was pissed that she moved on pretty quick afterwards ... She always had some bozo, some new loser, hanging around, but never any evil step-sisters, ... or brothers, thank God.’

He nodded, still watching what he was doing. She didn’t need to talk about her father’s death and how painful it’d been for her; they knew enough of each other’s histories.

He added to the stack and started on another, ‘So do you want three or four?’

‘Three,’ she paused briefly, ‘So, can you flip it without the spatula? In the pan?’ It was something her dad had done, she felt like that little kid again, watching on.

‘Sure, easy,’ and he smiled, 'When this side's done.'

They waited until the batter had changed color. He used the spatula to check it wasn’t stuck and then put it down again.

‘OK, ready? 1, 2, 3 …’ he easily tossed the pancake, so it flipped and landed on the other side.

They both laughed, relieving the tension from talking about their pasts.

‘So … don’t you cook?’ looking briefly at her.

‘Well, I can … a bit.’ she went on to clarify, ‘I tried at home, but it’d always end up with mom and me getting in some big fight as I wasn’t doing it right or to her liking. She was a real perfectionist.' she confessed, 'I guess I just gave up.’

She sighed, looking at her growing stack of pancakes as he placed the final one on top, ‘I prefer to stick to what I’m good at.’ she smiled.

‘OK, so you can add the blueberries and ice-cream, there’s maple syrup. Do you want butter too? Oh, and cinnamon too if you want.’

He started making his pancakes.

‘Cinnamon? Wow, you’re so fancy.’ she was only half teasing, ‘Only maple syrup, please.’

‘Try it, it’s good and that’s why you like me.’ he drawled, bending forward with puckered lips.

She went forward to kiss him, shaking her head, smiling.

Joe reached into a cupboard and took out the syrup and cinnamon.

‘I think it was a good thing really that our parents didn’t have any more kids, seeing as they did such a great job with us.’ she smiled broadly, trying to keep it light but there was an underlying sadness in her eyes.

He nodded but didn’t say anything.

The awkward silence returned.

She wanted to fill it and without fully thinking through the repercussions, she heard herself asking, ‘Do you want kids?’

Then she instantly regretted it at his sharp, guarded look.

Shit, shit, shit.

She hadn’t meant with her.

Great dickhead, ask your boss-cum-boyfriend of what two-three months? About children? Why don’t you just get down on your knees and propose to him while you’re at it?

She bit the inside of her cheek, admonishing herself.

Silence again, except for the latest pancake sizzling in the pan.

She hurried to clarify, words tumbling over themselves in a rush to get out, ‘I don’t mean with me, I mean, no way, never, that’d be … oh my God, such a disaster ...’

She broke off, panicked by his side-long look at her, eyes narrowed even more, and eyebrows drawn down.

Shut up, shut up, shut up!

She knew she’d be a terrible mother, but she couldn’t find the right way to say it in the light of Joe’s obvious prickling.

‘Gee, thanks.’ A definite chill had crept into his voice, his mouth was now a hard line too.

She replayed what she’d said in her head, fuck, that must have sounded … mean.

‘Erm, shit, no, I didn’t mean you … No! I meant me. … But … umm … it’s not as though you’d be any good either …’ she tried to smile, covering her blunder, but knowing she was now crashing headlong into another one.

God-damn-it.

Just shut up!

Despite himself, despite having decided long along he never wanted kids, never wanting to cause someone the same damage that’d been done to him, he was curious as to what she was going to say.

He tried, but failed to keep the ice out of his voice, asked, ‘And why not?’

‘Jesus, Joe, I mean if I were to spill just a little bit of this coffee,’ and she tipped her cup threateningly, instantly he pulled his eyebrows into a straight line.

‘See!’ she pointed at him and said triumphantly, ‘Can you imagine how you’d be with a two-year old? With toys everywhere?’ Then, warming to her subject before he could say anything, ‘And the noise! Oh my God! No, volume 7 or whatever,’ and she let rip a loud, ‘Waaaaaaa!’ which reverberated even louder in his small kitchen.

‘OK, Cameron, enough!’ he growled sharply and held up the spatula to stop her tirade. He angled himself away from her, his body stiff.

Cam stopped, and silence descended like an iron curtain again, separating them.

Fuck.

Both feet firmly now in her mouth.

She was such a dickhead.

This Joe was so different from the one she'd first met, the player, the asshole.

He hadn't even asked her about contraception before they'd screwed in the back of the bar. She'd automatically told him she was on the pill, but he hadn't even commented. 

Asshole, all right.

But she could see the vein at his temple pulsing, and she braced herself for his comeback.

His lips were a thin line, but surprisingly, he  carried on with his task.

However, the previously pleasant atmosphere was now decidedly frosty.

She tentatively tried again, ‘I’m just saying, neither of us would be any good …,' she tailed off and then said more firmly, 'And … Jesus I’m only 23 so I’m like, no way! OK?’

Joe stayed silent, which unnerved her even more.

He carried on producing pancakes, he had a stack of two now and poured the remaining batter to make a slightly larger one to use it all up.

God, he was, what, pissed at her for being honest, saying he'd be a terrible father?

Why he so sensitive about it? Did he want kids then? The idea that he might, blew her mind.

She decided then and there that she wouldn't ask him again, they didn't have that kind of relationship.

She'd keep her resolve for years, until things were easier between them again, but that was years away yet.

Geez, why was she always so intent on stuffing things up?

Disconcerted by his ongoing silence, she busied herself with adding blueberries to her plate and then gingerly edged the rest of the pack over to him.

‘Fork or spoon or both?’ she asked, trying to change both the subject and his mood.

After a beat, he said softly, ‘Spoon, please.’

He considered telling her that he thought she’d be a good mother, but he didn’t want to risk being misconstrued, so he kept quiet.

He reasoned, nothing good could come out of telling a partner that. They’d probably think he wanted to act on it. That was the last impression he wanted to give.

It wasn’t something that he’d had to think about much before in his 35 years, as most of his relationships had been 1. very short and 2. with guys.

But he knew enough, from being in locker rooms chats at school, having wheedled his way into the in-crowd, and he'd had to listen to and occasionally counsel his so-called friends about the latest girl they were going steady with wanting kids. Or getting too serious, and guys being supposedly ‘trapped’ by unplanned pregnancies, the whole ‘shotgun-marriage’ thing being real when he was growing up.

It was a whole other world that most others had to navigate, but he never thought he would.

But would he have to with her in the future? When she decided her biological clock was ticking so loudly that one day she'd come to him with a carefully rehearsed speech to convince him to procreate with her.

Jesus, what was he doing?

They might not even last the year and here he was fantasizing about not having kids with her.

Insane.

Any why was he angry now when she was saying she didn’t want any?

He knew he had issues, she’d only said the truth, not meaning to hurt him, but it had anyway.

It was the same misunderstanding from the bedroom all over again.

He didn't understand why it'd gotten under his skin, because he didn't like criticism? He wanted to be good at everything? Or because it mattered what she thought of him?

He idly flipped the last pancake over as the silence deepened between them, mulling it over.

Cam felt that she needed to fill the void and changed tact.

‘Hey, do you realised we had sex in every room yesterday?’ she smiled at him brightly.

He quickly thought about it, replaying the day, and grinned back, ‘Oh yeah, even in here and the laundry.’

Sex was an infinitely better subject than kids, ‘So what was our final score?’

’10-4 no, wait 5,’ she corrected herself, 'To me.' she added unnecessarily, smiling broadly.

'Oh wow, see, you bring out the beast in me.' he said, grinning lecherously.

'That's my highest score, what about you?'

'Mine too.' he agreed, showing his teeth as his smile broadened.

‘It’s going to be real hard to beat, but do you want to try anyway? Are you ‘up’ for it.’ As she raised her eyebrows suggestively and smiled slyly.

He eased the last pancake onto his plate and covered them with syrup.

He closed in for a kiss and he smiled warmly again, ‘Hmm, we could try, but no promises though, it’s going to be a busy week. … But you could strip down and lie on the table and I'll lick maple syrup off you after breakfast …’ Waving the bottle at her ominously.

She giggled, not sure if he was actually serious, ‘Now that’s something that wouldn’t happen with kids around.’

Then she thought, and said in a conspiratorial whisper and an evil glint in her eye, ‘Hey, can you imagine Gordon going at it with Donna on the washing machine?’

He released her and shook his head, ‘Cam, that’s not really an image I want in my head,’ making a face.

She laughed loudly, and then pressing her advantage as she put two scoops of ice-cream on her plate and one on his, ‘Or Donna fucking him with a butt plug?’

‘Cameron …’ he put his hands up to his ears, as though trying to block out the image, but he smiled and shook his head, yep, he’d made a monster all right.

Grinning manically, she conceded, ‘Yeah, OK, OK, that’s not an image I want either,’ Then in a dizzying turn around, ‘More ice-cream?’

He smiled, glad of the change of topic, ‘No, thanks,’ shaking his head, instead tipping the rest of the blueberries over his stack and then sprinkling on some cinnamon, before offering it to her.

‘OK, a little.’

Trusting him more after the steak tasting the night before.

He gave it to her to put on herself, ‘Come on, let’s go eat, we can wash up after and then work on beating that high score.’

She decided not to comment on the domestic task, after the previous fiascos they'd had and let him lead her out to the table instead.

Joe picked up the maple syrup, taking it with him and she wondered if he’d been serious after all. She felt herself start to get wet.

They sat down and started eating, the ice-cream already melting over the hot pancakes.

‘Mmm-mmm,’ Cam was already sucking her spoon and looked at him expectantly, 'Have you ever had ice-cream on pancakes before?'

He shook his head, 'Nope, and I've also never had ice-cream for breakfast before.'

'Oh! What a sad and tragic life you've had,' smirking broadly as she teased him, and then panicked that he actually had.

But he just smiled, enjoying the banter and her play.

‘So have you ever had chocolate ice-cream for breakfast before?’ he asked as he got a spoonful.

She smiled cheekily, and teased, ‘Would it shock you if I said yes?’

‘Hmm, no, not really, knowing what a stickler you are for healthy eating,’ he said dryly, but the accompanying smirk spoke volumes.

She fixed her eye on him, enjoying trading hits too for once, ‘Of course, you’ve never had anything ‘unhealthy’.’

‘No, of course I have, but it’s a question of balance,’ and he took a measured sip of coffee and set it down, ‘OK, how many fillings do you have?’

‘Now, you don’t want to fight, remember?’ and she rolled her eyes, knowing where this was going, ‘So I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer, we’ve been there before, Dr. Colgate.’ Referencing, in her opinion, his total obsession with oral hygiene.

For once he let the insinuation hang in the air, he smiled congenially enough, with a small sprinkling of smugness. He knew full well she had some and he didn’t have any.

Silence reigned again, as both seemingly engrossed in eating, while searching for something else to talk about.

‘I’ll teach you how to make pancakes if you like.’ he offered tentatively.

‘Well, I can make them, I just tend to either undercook or burn them.’

‘The trick’s in using enough oil, having it hot enough and having a good consistency in the batter,’ he informed her.

She nodded, uncommittedly, and it was Joe’s turn to feel on edge.

‘So, I was thinking of getting a TV and maybe a games console, after COMDEX and the Giant’s release, that is. Any recommendations?’

‘Ohh, it’s about time, but maybe you’d just need the Giant!’ now this was a subject she could jump up and down on, ‘You know, we could code way more games for it, as well as it being compatible for cartridges. That’ll make it just as competitive, if not more so than the Commodore and smash what Texas Instruments have now. I think that’s the way gaming is going anyway; people are seeing that computers can do it all, and why buy two, three machines when you just need one, right?’

She was breaking her own rule about no work talk, but he'd brought it up, well kind of anyway.

He nodded, his eyes lit up and she could see the cogs whirling, ‘So, do you think it’s the end of consoles? Will Atari follow Intellivision and cancel theirs?’ he stopped, changing subject before she could answer, continuing enthusiastically, ‘But games are a great idea, but we’ve got to offer something new, not just cheap rip-offs of what’s already out there …’

‘I know, I know,’ she interrupted impatiently, ‘And absolutely, there’s just so much crap out there right now, and everyone’s jumping on the games band wagon and that’s why there’s so much new stuff going from release straight into sale bins, the market's getting overloaded. But to have a machine that doesn’t have games, well that’s crazy too. The cartridge market, yep, definitely, is a dodo, it’s on the brink of extinction, it just doesn’t know it yet.’ she stated.

He agreed, smiling at her through a mouthful.

She liked brainstorming this stuff with him, they both shared the same vision of making the future better.

She had a few great game ideas, and with the help of YoYo, Lev and some of the other coders, she was sure they could come up with a whole bunch.

She'd started loosely working on a new puzzle adventure game, but more interactive and more puzzles using the same code as her OS. In a few months time, it would turn into Parallax, and be the start of her own company, Mutiny.

There'd be tough times for both of them before that future could happen.

Right now, she thought she and Joe made a great team; she knew the tech and he knew the business side.

But he also was savvy enough to realise that as well as appealing to the mass market, if the Giant had something innovative, like her OS was, well, it would completely elevate it and maybe, just maybe they would be the new standard that everyone else would follow.

The anticipation for this potential bright future, fueled everything.

It wasn’t just her and Joe that’d been swept up in it, but there was a buzz around the office too, they were all working together and making a product they believed in.

She loved going in and even though they worked long days and well into most nights, it was only for the short-term, until they got the Giant released.

Then afterwards, she and Joe would work on something else together, she was sure.

Joe’s positively and encouragement gave her a confidence she’d never had before too.

She felt herself getting turned on again, as the excitement moved down inside of her.

Time to stop talking about work, she thought.

She downed the remainder of her coffee and wiped a finger round the mixture of melted chocolate ice-cream, blueberry juice and maple syrup on her plate.

‘Cameron, that’s …’ he abruptly stopped telling her off, as she looked straight in his eyes and sucked her finger in the lewdest way possible, allowing it to go in and out of her mouth.

He watched her, transfixed and then in retaliation, he drew his finger around his plate, stood up and offered it to her, and she sucked on it without thinking.

Joe drew her up and pushed his tongue passionately inside her mouth instead.

She loved this side of him, and fuck the washing up, she thought smiling inwardly as she put her arms around him.

(Cam 1 - Joe 2 – Weekend Total: Cam 11 - Joe 7)

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Notes:

Intellivision - a real company that produced game consoles and cartridges that died in 1983

Chapter 18: Sunday Morning: Bed Again

Summary:

Joe sweeps Cam off her feet and takes her back to bed.
Both are feeling reflective post-breakfast.

Fluffy smut.

Notes:

Apologies those of you who are following and have commented or messaged me.
I had a real mental block about this chapter, as well as real life stuff.
I have a plan of where I want it to go and it's getting closer.
I'm happy how this has turned out, a lot more of Joe's POV with some of Cam's mixed in. Seem to be feeling more Joe atm.
I really want to finish this one now before I start any others.
As ever, kudos &/or comments are welcome.
Enjoy!

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Ch. 18

10.28 a.m.

He could taste the ripe tang of blueberries mixed with the sweetness of the maple syrup and fluffy texture of the ice-cream as their tongues fought. There was just a touch of the bitter coffee delicately cutting through everything.

Maybe years of training his palette for the subtle flavors of wines and whiskies helped him unpick them.

He put his hands under the sweatshirt and up her bare back, her skin was warm as he drew her into him more and there was the barest tremble of her body against his.

Not because of the cold, but in desire for him.

He felt himself harden in response to the knowledge.

He wanted to taste her, to devour her.

They broke for a breath, and he swept his sweatshirt off her, pulling her arms up above her head as he slowed down and kept them ensnared and only halfway off her face, blindfolding her.

It'd been a favorite trick of his, if he couldn’t fuck whoever from behind, he could obscure their face instead. They would think it was kinky, but he just wanted to take his pleasure without the distraction of dealing with another human being. It also helped reduce any of their emotional … demands on him.

But even this was different with her, it’d become part of ‘the game’ and he smiled at her little huff of annoyance. She didn’t like not being the one in control, maybe even more than him he thought fleetingly.

Forcing her to bend backwards, one of his arms snaked around her to stop her from falling. He closed in looking down her body approvingly, ‘Hmm, I should just keep you here, naked all the time.’ he told her huskily and he nudged his tongue back into her mouth, pulling the cover off her eyes to gauge her reaction.

‘Ha! Because your sweatshirt is so difficult to take off,’ she shot back when she was able to speak again, but she grinned at him all the same.

The thought of how much he wanted her, thrilled her. None of her previous lovers had talked to her like he did, ‘So naked on the table, huh?’

He surveyed the table full of their breakfast things, he didn’t want to be distracted by the dirty plates nagging him to wash them.

Then there was the glass table, already full of marks and smudges, he didn’t want to add sticky maple syrup or her juices as well. Glass took time and effort to get the shine he liked and that was a task for later.

Instead, he picked Cam up and put her over his broad shoulders and headed back to his bedroom.

She screamed in surprise and alarm and then laughed while madly grabbing for a purchase down his back, hips and skirting his strong glutes as she freed her arms from the sweatshirt.

It dropped silently on the carpet, forgotten.

He dumped her unceremoniously on the bed and tore off his clothes, so he could be as naked as her, watching her shining eyes looking back at him and her wide smile of encouragement.

He wanted to be in her arms, kissing her, nestled between her legs, possessing all of her shudders and moans.

He clambered on the bed into her waiting arms and spreading legs, smiling like a fool as he claimed her lips.

Both sets.

He pushed inside of her, with his tongue and his hard dick, plugged in, recharging.

They both sighed in satisfaction and then allowed a little chuckle at themselves, but they continued kissing slowly, leisurely exploring each other.

Their full bellies stopped their initial haste, making them slow down and savor each other, rather than rush headlong in their lust as they had previously.

He didn’t need more anyway at that moment. Her arms were wrapped around him, stroking him, holding him, and soothing him.

He let his eyes close and enjoyed the play of their tongues and tight clutch of her channel as he gently circled his pelvis, gradually delving deeper into her hot, wet center until he was fully sheaved.

Both were making soft, sexy noises showing their pleasure to the other.

Joe thought he could lie here all day.

What was this?

Happiness?

Fucking joy? Some part of him sneered in derision.

He shoved it back into a dark corner.

His heart felt light and full at the same time.

Such an unusual feeling for him.

He couldn’t get enough.

He found he couldn’t stop himself; he was a moth to her flame.

Who was he?

He felt a pang of dread in the pit of his stomach, he'd learned through bitter experience that love and happiness just meant pain.

He closed himself off to it long ago.

When would this all come crashing down?

No, he was Joe MacMillan, he could make it work.

Couldn't he?

He forced himself to let go of his doubts and buried himself in her flesh, kissing all over her face and down her neck and clavicles, losing himself in the smell of her, the faint lingering odor of his sharp citrus soap playing against her own unique one, the tang contrasting pleasantly with her sweetness.

He could spend hours sampling her.

He loved how her scent changed depending on the products she used, being mercurial, she bought whatever took her fancy and was on sale. She was never one to spend more money than was absolutely necessary on such banalities.

She was so unlike him, he loathed to change from his tried and tested favorites. It’d taken him years to find an aftershave that really spoke to him. One that encompassed who he was and who he strove to be.

He wouldn't change it now, besides he knew she liked it on him as she'd told him on various occasions and how often she sought out his neck and just breathed.

Then there were other products, such as his shampoo and shaving foam. A few years back, he remembered the crisis when he thought the foam had been discontinued but it'd turned out just to have been out of stock. After that he always made sure to find a range of suppliers and buy two at a time.

He returned back to her supple, soft lips and licked all around them, breathing in the breakfast still on her breath as she sighed and cooed appreciatively, open-mouthed with her tongue ready to tussle with his. She wanted to kiss him just as much.

There were no other thoughts, no pretext, no ploys or schemes.

Just this, right now.

Not for the first time, he marveled at the unlikely, unique slip of a girl under him, who’d somehow managed to re-code him, a more significant achievement than any other she’d done or would ever do.

Unbeknownst to them both that was the thing he’d been chasing. It would take years, a lifetime even, for the full ramifications to reach its conclusion, which was for him to finally shed his protective outer-shell. She’d be there too, on and off in the future, to give him an occasional system update.

Unfortunately, they wouldn’t always be as pleasant as this, but sometimes it came down to no pain, no gain.

Cam was also enjoying the relaxed atmosphere and the attention he was lavishing on her.

She still couldn't believe back in May, how things would’ve turned out in just a few, life-changing short months.

How different he was out of his Goddamn designer suits, which made him into some fucked up Super-Marketing-Man, she much preferred his mild-mannered, although fatally flawed, Clark Kent incarnation. He'd even get glasses later on too.

She reveled in just what an elemental and sensual creature he really was, once she’d found the key to unlocking him, anyway.

Years later, with hindsight, she felt privileged that he had opened up to her at all, as he let most others believe the asshole act.

She knew now that his hard exterior was just a cover for his damaged too gentle and too broken heart, and he’d never be able to fool her again. Although, he could definitely still could be an asshole.

But now, this Joe, her Joe, was full of passion and sweet kisses. Not just kissing the obvious places, although she absolutely enjoyed those too, but he kissed the soft skin of her upper arms and along her thighs, calves and feet, even her toes, her ears and throat, her belly, and so many other places.

As if he was claiming all of her, it made her feel wanted and loved in a way she’d never felt before.

She'd also been damaged by love and theirs was fragile and delicate with shallow roots. A marvel that it'd taken root at all in such barren ground.

She'd get lost staring into his too pretty eyes as well, but maybe hers were equally hypnotic to him.

She caught herself sometimes just staring at him, taking him all in, taking in his beautifully flawed sculpted body.

She'd mentally undress him, with a new appreciation for the luxurious texture of his expensive clothes, off came his shirt, she wanted to rip and pop all the buttons, but she'd wouldn't dare and risk his wrath. Exposing the hard muscles underneath, his exceptional chest and taunt belly. Then off came his belt and pants, those thighs and then she focus her attention higher ...

She thought about the pleasure his strong mouth frequently gave her. She'd get distracted during meetings at work, tuning out the bullshit he was saying, just watching his lips move, catching little glimpses of his glistening tongue when he spoke or wetted his lower lip. 

She'd have the lewdest, most wildly inappropriate thoughts and subtly shift in her seat, trying not to show how turned on she was and how much her body wanted his.

Then he’d catch her eye, surreptitiously waggle those extraordinary eyebrows and they’d excuse themselves with some bullshit cover story, which by now no-one was buying. But they played along with the ruse as it kept Joe from impatiently snapping at everyone’s heels in his unrelenting quest for perfection.

They’d discovered a number of places to be alone around the Cardiff offices, storage cupboards or quiet meeting rooms they’d scouted out. If they weren’t instantly viable, there was always the fall back of her dingy basement sanctum.

They would take more time now despite the less-than-ideal surroundings and the risk of being caught; their familiarity and affection deepened their lustful passion.

She lost count of the times they’d fucked at work, starting in her very first week. Just as quickly, it’d spilled over into his personal space, and they’d inched closer, neither wanting to admit the feelings they were harboring.

The hurricane back in August had been a turning point, at the office, Gordon had embarrassingly let the cat out of the bag to her coding team.

However, a couple of days before, she’d got tired of Joe’s bullshit and called him on lying about his scars and then his whole sham persona.

She’d decided enough was enough, she was done with him. A day later, she'd even found an alternative fuck buddy, not that Joe knew.

He was too busy having his own revelations, the truth of her angry, unsolicited opinion percolated deep down inside of him, and he stewed over it for a good couple of days.

Her words stung him more than he cared to admit, and he likewise decided he was better off without her as well.

In an unforeseen segue, an innocent dinner invitation of Gordon's, he came face-to-face with a loving family in the height of the storm.

Initially only to win Donna's trust, it'd felt good to comfort the two scared little girls, and their trusting innocence caught him off-guard, as had Gordon's usually sharp and prickly wife, now more worried about where her errant husband was.

The crisis showing how much they all loved each other, and he felt like a malevolent intruder in their home.

It was the complete opposite to his own experience of love and family, and it only served to highlight the emptiness he’d always felt. The betrayal by both parents and the lack of any real connections in his life.

That was what Cam'd been trying to get through his stubborn, thick head.

He was a fake, a liar, and a coward.

But there was more to him.

He had to prove it.

To her.

He couldn’t do anything but go to her, in his damp, ruined, grass-stained shirt and pants and there in her bedroom, that had been the start, the real start, for both of them.

He laid himself bare and told her the one truth that always broke him.

She saw he had a soul after all, and it melted all her resistance.

Since then, there had been times when it seemed like she lived at his, only stopping back at the house she rented with YoYo and a couple of his buddies, included her one-time fuck buddy, for fresh clothes, to hang out and play games with them and to have a few proper nights of rest.

She wondered when this ‘honeymoon period’ would be over, when would the intense need for each other be sated?

When would it become run-on-the-mill and boring?

Or would it be one of their push-pull fights that were always threatening to end them?

She thought of the awkward silences and the near miss of offending him while he made breakfast.

Would it ever be easy between them?

She cringed at the farce of yesterday when she locked herself in his bathroom.

Although, the note and the sweetness of the making up, showed her there was more than just the electric lustful sex.

‘It was better to burn out than to fade away.’ a line from some Neil Young song was on a loop in her head.

She hoped it wasn’t their fate or destiny or some such shit.

She frowned and shook her head, irritated with herself for not just enjoying him.

‘What?’ he asked as he felt her tense up.

Sighing, she came back to him, pushing away her doubts and negativity.

‘Mmmm … fuck me … slowly, sweetly … big boy …’ she said throatily, watching him through slitted eyes, hoping the compliment would cover her slip.

He snickered lightly into her ear, ‘Well, how can I refuse such a charming request?’ and he eased himself out by arching his back. He drew out his cock gently by going back as far as he could, teasing her with just his tip still inside.

‘Ooooh … s-so nice …’ she breathed, her eyes almost closed, but he could still see a twinkle of trapped light between her lashes.

Joe resisted the urge to ram his cock back into her heat, distracting himself by studying the look of rapture on her face.

He saw her frown and felt the push of her hips against his, wanting him back inside.

‘J-Joeee …’ her eyes cracked open again wide and she looked at him, her desire and something else skirting her face … was that the look of love?

He didn’t know, not having had much luck with it. But whatever it was, it captivated him, and he wanted it more than his physical need right now.

He carefully curled his spine, wanting to fill her as slowly as possible. She was so slick there was no resistance and he had to temper the tension in his glutes. He wanted to remember every muscle twitch and every sound he pulled out from her.

‘Jo-ooeeehhhhhhhh …’ she breathed, distorting his name in a long, low whine, her eyes boring into his, glazing over ever so slightly. Her open mouth quivered as she felt him slide back into her, unhurried.

He let out a soft grunt as he reached the top of her, and his eyes stopped right above hers.

Their breath warmed their faces as they waited for the other to do or say something.

Joe broke first, and said softly, ‘So was that sweet enough for you?’

She smiled up at him, nodding.

As she did, he started withdrawing again, still as slowly as he could.

He managed a couple more times before the building intensity overwhelmed them both.

He felt the urgent upward press of her hips and the delicious sting of her nails in his back.

Her moans deepened, as did her kisses, he was swept along and with her mounting enthusiasm.

He wanted to hear her louder groans and sexy screams in his ears, and he began thrusting harder, unable to resist the call of his own flesh any more.

Her walls tightened around him; it was like being encased in liquid fire.

It was so Goddamn addictive.

He loved how well her greedy little pussy took him too, clutching tightly around his cock.

Choking it even.

At times, it felt would get ripped off.

He’d pounded it again and again over the weekend and yet it was still hungry for more.

She was hungry for more, he corrected himself, for once not wanting to objectify who he was sleeping with.

She did want more of him, and he was only too happy to oblige.

‘Yesss, Joe! ...  Aahhh … God … h-harder … hhmmmnn … ’ she encouraged.

Cam knew her orgasm wasn’t far away; she could feel it building as he increased his power.

She loved the feeling of his solid weight over her and how his cock filled her up

It felt like he was inside all of her even though she knew that wasn’t possible.

She keenly felt the loss each time he withdrew.

Her legs were around his waist and her feet pushed down on his butt trying to both force him in deeper and keep him there.

He looked down at her face, her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open as her breaths had synced with his thrusts.

He watched the little crease form in her brow and heard the change in her moans, sounding higher, both signs of her imminent climax.

Then she went rigid, and he drove himself into her just as the shuddering started.

He watched her come, taking in her ecstatic sighs and how her body pushed up against him.

It just did something to him.

That and her internal walls were clamping deliciously around his cock.

Cam twitched once more and let out a contented sigh as her body relaxed down.

‘Aaahhhh …’ he groaned, and she opened her eyes, looking at him with such wonder and happiness.

He loved that look.

He honestly thought if he died right now, and he wouldn’t even care.

Jesus, another part of himself quickly berated him, you're such a fucking sap.

But he pressed himself forward, ignoring his inner voice.

‘Can you take any more?’ he asked softly.

He wanted to come too, but they’d been lying there a while now and he was worried he was crushing her.

Her eyes closed again as she felt him move inside of her, ‘Uhhh …’ she looked up at him and smiled, ‘Oh yeah …’

He smiled back and began to move again.

He was already close, and it didn’t take him long to be at fever pitch, but he was surprised when she was right there with him.

Lights exploded behind his eyes as he brutally thrust in as far as he could, and the temperature in her center went up as he flooded her with his seed.

She quickly joined him, going over the edge again and her strong internal muscles pulsed and gripped him, pulling more out of him, wanting every last drop.

So greedy, he thought blissfully.

He felt the ripples and the heat all along the length of his cock, and his groans mingled with hers.

Most times in his life, he couldn’t wait to leave whoever he happened to be fucking. There was no connection, he’d take his pleasure and make a hasty exit.

But he stayed between her legs as their breathing came back to normal, not wanting to move.

He loved these times, being full of soft kisses, cute giggles, and hushed whispers.

They both seemed to be different afterwards, their usual barriers were lowered.

He felt he could tell her anything, well almost anything. He still had a lot of trust issues.

But there was a tenderness afterwards that melted his battered heart.

He knew he was in trouble with her, all the signs pointed to the inevitable; to love.

He was in love.

Joe MacMillan loves Cameron Howe.

Joey loves Cam.

Fuck, what was he 12?

Loser.

But he was too much of a coward to actually tell her.

The man he was then, with the experiences he’d had, didn’t understand the strength of real love.

He thought it was a sign of weakness, that it gave his power away, gave it to the other and then they’d crush him.

As he’d done to others.

But he wanted to be a different person now.

She’d made him change, he wanted to be better.

Joe felt her hips twist, a sign she needed him to move.

He withdrew and rolled on his side, careful of her leg. He resettled her back into his embrace.

Her eyes were closed now, and she was soft and pliant, only a small noise escaped her as she moved.

‘OK?’ he ventured.

‘Mmmm …' she was already half-asleep, and she nestled herself into his warmth. He felt her hands stroke his chest as her fingers curled up.

He kissed her hair and caressed her thigh, He moved his hand up and around her back, pulling her into him more. Suddenly he felt very protective over her.

Knowing he was most likely going to fall asleep too, he decided to get them under the covers. At least they wouldn’t wake up cold as they had yesterday.

He could pull it out from under her with only the slightest of protests.

Soon, he was back up and wrapped around her with the covers around them too.

‘Cam?’ rising slightly to look at her face, to check she was sleeping, it was the same feeling he had the night before when he'd got into bed.

He waited, then tried again, softer, ‘Cam?’

There was still no response.

He felt a surge of adrenaline, he knew what he wanted to do.

He laid back, exhaling quietly. He put his mouth in her hair and made his voice as quiet as possible, whispered, ‘I love you.'

He exhaled again and forced his shoulders to relax. His heart in his mouth, and he waited for any sign that she’d heard him.

He was almost disappointed that there wasn’t.

Almost.

He gently pulled her into him more, pressed his lips in a soft kiss and stared unfocused over the top of her head.

After about five minutes, without realizing his eye lids drooped and he was asleep too.

(Cam 3 - Joe 3 – Weekend Total: Cam 13 - Joe 8)

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Chapter 19: Sunday Afternoon: Cleaning

Summary:

Joe has a rude awakening and decides to clean, when Cam eventually surfaces, she isn't impressed.
Meanwhile, the storm worsens outside, does it effect what's happening inside too?

Notes:

This chapter is pretty clean (pun intended) and almost smut free but it's the lead up to a couple of smutty ones. I hope you enjoy.

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Ch. 19

1.52 p.m. 

A sudden crash of thunder woke Cam with a start, jolting her out of a deep sleep. The darkness of the room disorientated her, and she couldn’t believe she’d slept right through into the evening, or that Joe had allowed it.

She pulled the covers around her to keep in their warmth against the outside chill and wasn’t surprised to find that she was alone.

Her eyes went to the window and the threatening almost black sky served as a backdrop to yet more heavy rain.

God, was it ever going to stop? She thought idly. It felt like it’d been raining forever. Was Dallas being subjected to a flood of epic proportion like Noah in the bible?

Yeeush, where had that come from? She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and sighed.

She blinked them against an impressive flash of forked lightning that illuminated the whole room.

Turning her head away from the window, she frowned at the closed bedroom door. It was the first time she’d ever seen it shut.

She wondered what Joe was up to and got to up to go and find him.

She stretched and yawned and switched on the impressive bedside lamp beside her.

On the vanity by the door, she found that as usual, Joe’d neatly folded the black sweatshirt she’d been wearing most of the weekend along with her underwear, socks and tee-shirt, all slightly pink but dry at least.

‘Oh, thank God,’ she said to herself, putting them all on quickly.

She reasoned that her sweater and pants must still be drying, as he’d considerately put a pair of his gray sweatpants there as well.

She shivered and pulled them on, rolling up the extra length in the legs and tying the drawstrings tight to secure them around her narrow waist. Lastly, she put on his big sweatshirt and headed out to the living door.

She stopped in surprise as the whole apartment was as dark and silent as the bedroom.

She even went through to the kitchen and the laundry, looking for him, despite already knowing he wasn't there.

Glancing at the green digital clock on the cooker as she went back through to the living room, she was shocked to see how early it still was.

She checked the space next to the front door where he kept his keys, it was empty.

She was all alone.

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About an hour and a half before, Joe had been woken by Cam slapping him unceremoniously in the mouth and her hand surrounded by the white sheet lay over his face.

It hadn’t hurt that much; it was more the shock of it and added to the fact that she slept on in total oblivion after he’d not too gently moved them off him.

She’d thrown the cover off her and he figured she’d got too hot. According to her, her nights went in cycles, too hot and then too cold and she moved toward or away from him to adjust her temperature.

Not that he’d know as he slept too deeply, usually anyway.

He lay there for a few minutes and realised he was irked; his previous blissfully happy mood had vanished along with his desire to lie in bed.

He looked at his watch, his industrious side couldn’t believe he hadn't got up past midday when there was so much to prepare for with the launch of the Giant just a few short weeks away.

There was always research to be done to make sure he had the low down on competitors to avoid getting blindsided by someone developing a similar product and hopefully find an angle to have edge on the market.

No-one understood the work he did behind the scenes and how much time proper networking took. All he ever got was the constant stream of snide comments from Gordon, Cam and the other geeks about his lack of technical knowhow.

It pissed him off.

All their supposed brilliance in making it, would all be for nothing if they didn’t actually sell it.

How much would a ‘thank you, Joe’ once in a while cost them? They wouldn't be doing any of this if it wasn't for him.

He looked at her still sleeping form, annoyed and he was glad that she'd slept through his moment of weakness before.

He felt nauseas, and the edge of a headache creeping up from the back of his skull; he knew why, too much sugar.

His body needed protein, water and to stretch his legs. He wanted to go out for a jog, but outside the sky was brooding; heavy and dark gray. The storm looked to be worsening again.

Was it ever going to stop? He wondered.

He pushed his tongue round his mouth and was horrified at the plaque build-up on his teeth. He could practically feel it attacking his enamel and mineralizing into tartar. He lived in fear of cavities forming and his gums shrinking, riddled with gingivitis.

It was easier than usual to get out of the bed without disturbing her as he didn’t have to delicately extract himself and stop every time she moved or sighed.

In a short space of time, he’d showered and scoured his teeth, liking how clean they felt and the sting of the mint in his mouth.

After dressing, he’d gone out, drank a couple of glasses of water and made himself a tuna fish sandwich and a coffee, mentally berating himself at the detritus left over from their breakfast. He ground his teeth more than needed trying to avoid looking at it while he ate, but his eyes kept seeking out the smudges and smears on the glass.

After eating, he went and brushed his teeth again and gently closed the bedroom door. He was both annoyed and relieved that she was still sleeping. He efficiently cleared the table and closed the kitchen door as well so he could wash everything without waking her.

He let himself get lost in the domestic tasks, which helped to center him in the same way as exercise did.

He set to the arduous task of washing, drying and carefully buffing the glass dining table and then the smaller coffee table until they sparkled. He half expected Cam to appear, but she didn’t.

He found he was enjoying the respite, then he wondered what that meant. Did he want to be alone? Irritated, he pushed the thought away.

When he finished, he took the dirty cloths through to the laundry and added them too the stack already there. He didn't want to wake her, so he decided against washing them as the spin cycle was loud and checked the hanging washing instead.

He took the now dry items quietly into the bedroom. On putting away his tee-shirt, he softened and impulsively grabbed a pair of old sweatpants in case her legs got cold.

While she was still asleep, he decided to take his car vacuum back down to his Porsche in the building’s garage in the basement level.

He’d hit upon the idea of using the stairs to go down the ten levels to his allotted space on B2. He reasoned he’d get some exercise somehow.

They’d both find that being loners, they needed time away from not just each other but everyone to recharge every once in a while.

Giving each other some space and not feeling slighted was something that they’d work out more when they got back together again the second time.

When he reached his car, he was alarmed to find that there was a slow leak from the ceiling and water had been dripping on the front fender on the driver’s side the whole weekend.

After reversing out of the way and then meticulously checking the paintwork, he spent time lovingly cleaning and polishing the car’s black lacquer back to its previous shine with a small kit he had in the trunk.

He then used the vacuum and gave the interiors a once over, tutting to himself on finding some blonde hairs on the passenger side along with not one but three candy wrappers tucked into the door panel.

He mentally berated her.

Then he took a good half an hour to clean the windows and mirrors, inside and out.

He’d had the car a few years now and while he regularly took it to a garage to be professionally detailed, he prided himself on keeping it clean. More than that, he enjoyed it.

He sat inside and wiped over the dashboard, wishing he'd had the foresight to have brought some more products down too. He turned it over again and listened to the beautiful hum of the engine as he revved it.

He loved his car.

The powerful vibrations barreled up through the seat, went straight up into the center of him, he closed the door and decided to take it for a spin around the deserted garage.

Realising that he could listen to the weather forecast, he flicked the radio on and was greeted with static, the radio waves not being able to penetrate through the building’s dense concrete.

Now he had an excuse to continue his drive and went up to the next level and parked halfway up the entrance ramp in order to get any semblance of a reception.

He fine-tuned it as best he could to a local station, which was pumping out some awful soft rock and he turned it down, waiting for the news and weather report which cycled every half hour.

He reached behind to the space behind the passenger side and grabbed one of the industry magazines laying in a box he kept there.

He could do some research after all.

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2.49 p.m.

Joe jogged back up the stairs to his floor to extend his exercise, he walked the opposite way around to loop back to apartment. He’d brought a couple of magazines up with him as he wanted to share a few articles with Cam. 

One of which was the changes that Microsoft had been making and he wanted to go to the founder, Bill Gates’ keynote speech at COMDEX.

He knew a lot of other key people would be there and it’d give him the perfect opportunity to get some quality facetime with a few of the important players that’d been surreptitiously dodging his calls about the Giant.

He also brought the dirty cloth from cleaning, he intended to put a clean one with his keys so he'd remember to replace it.

That wouldn't ever happen, as he'd sell the car to fund their trip to COMDEX before he realised, and the imminent fight with Cam would make him forget to get a cloth.

His calm mood was shattered even before he rounded the final corner, as he could hear the throb of loud music emanating down the hall.

Cameron!

He rushed to his door with his keys out and stormed in, slamming it behind him. He barely registered the look of shock that rapidly turned to anger on her face as she sat on the carpet of the living room, halted with card in mid-air as she played Patience. 

He regretted it as soon as he bellowed at her, but she knew how much the high volume pissed him off as he’d told her a thousand times to turn it down, ‘That’s way too loud, Cameron, I could hear it all the way down the hall!’ and his long legs meant he crossed over to the stereo in just four rapid strides.

He turned the stereo down to a more manageable but excessively low level of 3.

Cam snapped her head round, tracking him and pushing herself forward on her hands, forcing her shoulders up round her ears, her muscles tensed, ‘Joe! Jesus! You might as well just turn it off then!’ her eyes flashed dangerously at him.

She’d been wondering where he was and worried she’d somehow done something to annoy him.

Now, it seemed she actually had.

Ironically, the music had only been her way of soothing herself.

‘Fine!’ he barked out and he gladly switched it off altogether. He turned to stare down at her, his eyebrows making a straight line as he frowned at her.

‘Fine!’ she snapped back, rolled her eyes and barely stopped herself for calling him an asshole. Then, remembering that she’d been angry with him before, asked, ‘Where the hell did you go anyway?’

He had the self-restraint to take a beat to moderate what he was going to say about wanting some space, ‘I-I just took the vacuum back down to the car and wanted to listen to the forecast on the radio. While I was waiting for it, I started reading …’ and he put the magazines on the coffee table.

She stared at them, and he watched her jaw tightened, finally she said, ‘Really? For over an hour? This was supposed to be work-free, remember?’ then trying another line of pursuit, before he could retort, she asked sharply, ‘And what time did you get up? Must have been way before that to do all this.’ and she indicated the cleaning.

He knew what she was getting at, they’d said this weekend would be for them, together....  Whatever he said would make it worse, ‘I just tidied up breakfast and got carried away …’ he wisely decided to not to mention cleaning his car.

‘You could have woken me, I would’ve helped …’ they both knew that was a lie, but to cover it and before he could respond, she added, ‘Or didn’t you want me too? Did you want some time to yourself?’

He rubbed his hand over his jaw and felt the hardness of his skin that meant stubble would soon make an unwelcome appearance, ‘Cam, yes, but …’

She didn’t let him finish as her stomach dropped.

Cam got up, ‘Oh, fine! You don’t want me here? I’ll go then!’ and she got up, turned away from him and rushed through to the bedroom.

'You're being ridiculous, it's not ...' he tried but she shot him down.

'I'm being ridiculous? Great! Perfect!' he heard her shout back.

He didn’t chase after her, but this wasn’t how he’d wanted it to go. She got him so riled up, just like his father did, and it pulled him out of his center and made him defensive.

He stood by the stereo, wondering what’d just happened. He ran his hands though his hair, closed his eyes and shaking his head, quietly said, ‘Fuck.’

Here they were again, fighting - awesome.

He went and put the keys in their spot and hastily took the thankfully unnoticed dirty cloth to the laundry.

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In the bedroom, fuming, Cam grabbed her bag and her boots while checking round for any other stuff.

She mentally catalogued what she had there, cassette tapes, she’d get them last, or leave them if he was still there. Oh, and her clothes from the laundry, OK.

She expected him to come after her, but apparently he didn’t care enough.

Fuck! He was such a dick, all he’d need to say was ‘No, and that he wanted her there,’ and she'd have stayed. 

She looked out the window at the rain and swore again. She really didn’t want to go out in it.

But there were bound to be taxis around, they'd be out making a fortune in this weather, she'd bet.

She sighed and steeled herself to go back out and face him.

Come on bitch you can do this, she told herself.

She stomped straight through the living room and the kitchen and didn’t even acknowledge his plea of ‘Cam, listen, please.’

Taking her sweater and pants, she roughly thrust them into her bag.

He’d followed her and was trying to explain that he was sorry, he had enjoyed some time alone, but is didn’t mean he didn’t want her there.

While she actually understood exactly what he meant, right at that moment she was too furious to allow him any leeway. Her ego was too pricked.

She ducked under his arm as he failed to bar her way back through the kitchen.

She knelt by the stereo and scooped up her tapes, which clattered noisily into her bag.

He hovered behind her, he didn’t want her to go and tried telling her again.

‘God, you’re pathetic!’ she threw at him over her shoulder as she hoisted her bag onto it. She got up and headed for the door, boots in one hand, thinking she’d put them on in the elevator, just needing to be away from him at that moment.

That was enough for him, as he grabbed her arm, spinning her round to face him, and hoped to reason with her, but his voice was raised more than he’d meant it to be, ‘You’re being ridiculous, it’s pouring out there!’

‘Hey! I don’t care! You wanted some space? I’m doing you a favor, asshole!’ she shouted at him hotly and failing to yank her arm free from his iron grip, ‘Get the hell of off me!’ she was getting apoplectic and dropped her boots so she could shove him back with her free hand.

Joe grabbed her other hand and did the only thing he could think of to stop her yelling as his headache was threatening to reappear, he kissed her roughly, exploring her mouth with his tongue. It was usually her trick.

She was too shocked to react initially but when he pulled back a few inches to look at her, she let out a torrent of abuse, ‘Get off me, MacMillan! This is so not happening!’ and she fought against his grip even more.

He picked her up and put her legs around his waist, kissing her protesting mouth again.

He walked a few steps until he slammed her against his front door, unintentionally hitting the base of her skull that was bruised from the day before.

Somewhere between, Cam had started kissing him back, but the that didn’t stop her from breathily crying out, ‘Ow! Careful!’ and hitting the back of his shoulder.

He broke off momentarily and apologized before latching on again and groaning into her mouth as he ground his pelvis into her, his cock already semi-hard.

‘Asshole.’ was all she could say when they came up for air.

(Cam 3 - Joe 3 – Weekend Total: Cam 13 - Joe 8)

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Chapter 20: Sunday Afternoon: Living Room

Summary:

Joe finds a way to distract Cam and narrowly avoids another incident. But in doing so, he makes an offer that he might come to regret.

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Ch. 20

3.04 p.m. 

Joe crushed his lips against hers and through slitted eyes, she could see his shining as he looked back at her, from the creases at their corners she could tell he was grinning.

Asshole, she thought again, but in truth she was enjoying the sudden change in tone.

She didn’t really want to fight with him again.

Fucking him was infinitely better.

He released her other hand and eased her bag down from her shoulder and dumped it down next to them. The tape cassettes rattled in their cases as they hit the floor.

‘Hey, be careful, don’t break them … aahhh!’

He’d snaked his hand under both tops and pushed up her bra to quickly find a nipple and had begun pinching and rolling it to hardness, ‘I’ll buy you some new ones if I do.’ he promised silkily and then resumed his assault on her mouth.

Her hands weren’t idle now either, his ardor had sparked hers and she jerked his sweatshirt up and tugged insistently at his tee trapped under her legs.

Joe let her down, confident that he’d successfully diverted her attention from leaving, and reaching back he speedily dragged off his tops. As soon as his chest was bare, Cam started sucking and biting his nipples and running her nails quickly over his torso, letting their edges scratch his skin.

He sighed appreciatively.

‘I thought you were supposed to be naked all the time you were here.’ he purred seductively into her ear as he found the bottom of her tee and started pulling it upwards, taking the sweatshirt with it as well.

She released his nipple so he could strip them off her and his hands went to work fumbling with the fastenings of her bra.

‘Well, you’re the one who keeps giving me clothes.’ she teased back, smiling sexily up at him for the first time since he arrived back inside. She put her hands behind her and efficiently freed the hooks and discarded her bra on the floor.

‘Ah, well that’s an easy fix.’ and he brought his hands up to either side of her face, grinning wickedly. He inclined his head and hungrily captured her lips again, smothering them until she was gasping for breath.

Then he went down first onto one knee, dragging his mouth down as he went to her bare breasts, attending to one with kisses and not so gentle nips that made her shiver and sigh and possessively kneading the other with his hand.

Kneeling fully now, so he could continue down and kiss her belly as both hands grabbed her waistband and tried to tug the sweatpants straight down, but the drawstrings were too tight, and they snagged on her hips.

It seemed to Cam that he growled in frustration, and she felt herself get even wetter.

She quickly reached down and pulled on one of the ends and released the bow, ‘Not that easy, it would seem …’ she observed, smiling.

He smiled back and then made her scream as he yanked her pants down to her ankles in one smooth go. Next, he pulled on her calves, and she got the message to step out of them, bunched as they were around her ankles.

That revealed her sock-covered feet, ‘Well, well, well, these trouble-makers again.’ he said in mock seriousness, referring to the culprits that’d dyed the load the day before.

She rolled her eyes, but she bit her lip, suddenly unsure if he was just messing round.

‘They’ve really gotta go.’ and he pulled each one off and threw them carelessly behind him one by one, ‘There, that’s much better.’

She giggled; glad he was just playing. She liked his lighter side, wishing he was always like that.

But he was far more interested in her panties, and he frowned as he turned his attention to them, ‘And what are these?’ he asked, looking up into her face in puzzlement.

‘They would be called underwear, goofball.’ she replied sarcastically, and her mouth couldn’t help but twist into a smile.

He treated her to one of his most dazzling smiles, ‘I’m just not used to seeing you in any, Miss Howe.’ laughing as he pressed a kiss below her belly and hooked his fingers around the material at the top of her legs and pulling on them playfully.  

He kept looking at her, enjoying her look of trepidation as he put out his tongue and licked down to and then along the top edge.

Cam squirmed as it tickled but she tensed up thinking he was going to rip them down her legs as well.

She loved him like this, dominating and teasing. It reminded her of their abortive first time in the bar, when they were violent in their need for each other. It brought out her wild side too.

Although, she’d enjoyed the earlier softer session as well. Diversity in sex was something that she’d never really experienced before.

‘I’m going to buy you some little lacy panties so I can pull them off with my teeth,’ his eyes sparkled despite his face being mostly in shadow, ‘Maybe black or scarlet.’ he lowered his voice, and the vibrations rumbled directly into to loins.

‘Mmmm, really? So cliché.’ she drawled, but her face was full of desire now, and she shifted her hips in agitation.

‘Oh, you like that do you?’ and he tipped his head down, dragging her panties down to slowly reveal her mons, he moved his hands dancing under the material into her pubic hair. He carried on licking, kissing and occasionally blowing on the too sensitive skin, which made her beg him to stop and dig her nails into his shoulders.

He took her hands and trapped them in his, pinning them back against the door and he bit the elastic at the top of her panties and started moving downwards.

She blew out of her nose in anticipation, watching him.

He must have changed his mind as he stopped and suddenly hoisted her left leg over his shoulder, making her grab the door frame either side for support.

She screamed in surprise as she then lost contact with the ground, as he straightened up, wrapping his strong forearm under her standing leg forcing it wider by supporting her weight under her thigh. He went back to one knee and placed her foot on top so she could balance on it. His fingers crept under her panties and pulled out her butt cheek, spreading her pussy more.

Her short breaths turned into a moan as he pushed his face deep into the strip of material stretching over her crotch, his nose on her clit and his mouth pressed in lower.

It startled her and she looked down feeling a strange mix of shame and lust seeing see his head between her legs, hoisted up as she was all but naked against his front door. She was glad for the gray curtain of the rain outside, sheilding them from the prying eyes from the neighboring towers.

He noisily inhaled and somewhat muffled, said, ‘Mmmm, you smell so good, like the elixir of life.’

She frowned and almost started laughing thinking he was such an odd mix of jock and geek but stopped as he pulled her panties aside, slipping his fingers inside and spreading her pussy wider. His tongue started delicately lathering her slick skin, ‘Ahhh, so juicy and sweet, like a honey pot.’

‘Haaahhh … Joe!’ she breathed, squirming from his actions and his words.

‘Well, it’s true, and it’s better, as it never dries up.’ his eyes meet hers, half his face still buried in her pussy, ‘Can I rip these off?’ he asked hopefully.

‘No! I don’t have any others here.’ she exclaimed in outrage.

‘That’s OK, take a pair of mine. Please? I’ve always wanted to do it.’

He tented his eyebrows and she thought he looked like a sad puppy. He nuzzled into her soft flesh and lazily circled his tongue in her.

She felt hypnotized and her mouth opened wordlessly until he stopped and asked again, ‘So can I?’ 

She sighed, part in frustration that he’d stopped and annoyance at his persistence, ‘So what do I get if I let you? Aside from amazing sex, obviously.’ She added quickly, it always helped to stroke a man’s ego, and he did have a big one, smirking inwardly.

He grinned broadly and she could just see the glisten of juices around his mouth, as his tongue came out to the side, licking them off, ‘Anything you want. You choose the next position.’ he suggested.

She smiled back at him, ‘Ooh, that could be pretty risky for you.’

‘I think I can handle it.’ he replied confidently.

Smug bastard, she’d show him a thing or two, she thought. She relished the challenge of making him eat his words, and besides her panties were just plain ruined now after the color run incident accident. ‘OK, show me what a big strong man you are.’

‘Really?’

‘Uh-huh.’ she nodded, loving how thrilled he sounded.

She braced herself against the door frame as he removed his hand from supporting her, as he tried to push his thumb through the stretched material of her panties, but being a typical guy, he had quite short nails and couldn’t make a hole in the fabric.

She raised an eyebrow at him, tauntingly.

He doubled his efforts and pulled on the elastic on the leg by her left thigh. She watched approvingly as his muscles budged.

He looked up at her in triumph at the sudden tearing sound as the material gave way. Then he pulled again to break the elastic at the top and around her other leg.

Smiling broadly, he pulled the shredded panties off her and held them up like a trophy, before tossing them away over a shoulder, making her laugh until he placed his mouth back inside her now uncovered swollen folds.

‘Oh yeahhhh ...’ she sighed and wriggled herself against him.

She tried to keep looking at him, but the pleasure intensified as he licked a flat line from her entrance up to her bud, then he slowly darted around it. Finding her areas that made her tense and shift and focusing on those, and her sighs got louder.

God he was good with his tongue, she thought as she arched her back into him and her leg shook precariously. He put it over his other shoulder and moved his large hands to support her hips, with his fingers pulling out her soft cheeks.

His head was trapped between her thighs, he turned his head and bit into the soft flesh of one, making her gasp and move it out of his reach. Her leg slid down over his deltoid and stopped on his upper arm.

He turned to her other thigh and kissed it deeply and she felt the edge of his teeth, so she moved her leg down his other arm before he could bite her again and she felt the shake of his shoulders as he chuckled devilishly. But he’d achieved his objective and she was exposed and open.

‘You’re so wet.’ he marveled, ‘And it's all for me.’ He pressed himself forward with a look that made her shiver.

She pushed her hands flat against the frame either side, holding herself there as best she could as he lapped at her mercilessly, making obscene slurping noises. It felt like he was devouring her, and she inhaled sharply at the idea.

His tongue delved along the skin surrounding her clit and knowing it’d drive her to distraction. He listened to her moans getting higher and liked how she rolled her hips, straining forward for his touch. He risked moving one hand from under her, and he knitted two fingers together, pushing them into her.

She groaned gutturally in response.

He slowly withdrew them and teased around her entrance until he felt her shift again and then pushed back into her again, as his mouth moved on her, playing with her clit, varying in pressure as he slid his fingers in and out.

After a minute or two more, she wanted to come down and lie on the floor and she tried moving her legs, hoping he’d get the message. When he didn’t, between sighs, she demanded instead, ‘Let me down, Joe.’

‘No.’ he immediately replied. For once, ignoring what she wanted, determined to have his wicked way with her, enjoying the knife edge, knowing it could go either way, spark more passion or piss her off. 

He doubled his efforts and felt her hold out and huff in annoyance, ‘Aahhh ah-asshole!’

'OK.' he responded and he moved his hand to capture more of her juices, coating his pinkie especially, and then when he straightened them again, put three fingers into her and extended his pinkie and softly pushed up into her asshole.

She grunted and cooed at the invading digits and he lapped with more urgency on her clit, following the rhythm her pelvis was now setting.

‘Ohh, don’t move them, ahhh, yeah … yeah, nearly …’ she was imploring him through her heavy breaths as she skewered herself onto him further, rocking herself back and forth with increasing urgency.  

He enjoyed her surrender to his will as she suddenly tensed up and her voice hitched before she shouted in release. Her body vibrated all around him. He held on and pushed his fingers in as far as he could as she flexed and shuddered around them.

‘Nnnnmmmm.’ she finally sighed in contentment and met his gaze.

(Cam 4 - Joe 3 – Weekend Total: Cam 14 - Joe 8)

He slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them with a gusto that flipped her stomach.

He allowed her to stand and she wobbled like a new-born foal on her unsteady long legs, suddenly glad for the door behind her.

When he stood up, he was naked too and stroking his hard cock, looking at her as though he was possessed and going to take her whatever she said, and she shrank back away from him as he came forward.  

He lunged at her with a predatorial speed that took her breath away. She found her legs whipped up around his around his waist and he plunged himself straight into to her. He assaulted her mouth again, bruising himself against her lips in an effort to quench the fire that burned inside.

Her head was pushed back into the hard wood, but the pain from the bruise there only added to her passion and she bit and clawed at him.

It only served to up the ante.

He was driving into her more, the power coming up through his strong legs and glutes, one arm under her as his other was braced against the door.

They were both being loud and added to that the thud against the door every time he thrust into her. A thought about the neighbors listening outside almost derailed her and she stifled a giggle.

Returning her attention to him, she pushed her pelvis forward as much as she could against his onslaught.

‘Touch yourself.’ he instructed huskily, and she was more than willing to oblige as he slowed to allow her to snake her hand down between them. He tracked its progress with a serious look on his face, and then watched hers change as she stroked her engorged bud.

He started increasing his speed again, pulling himself out almost completely and then slamming his full length back into her, making her gasp throatily.

She lost count how many times he did it, but she was soon whining with every loss of him and worked her legs, trying but failing to squeeze and hold him inside of her.

At the same time, she was tensing her core, which narrowed the muscles around his cock pistoning inside of her.

‘Oh, fuck!’ he exclaimed as the sensations from her silky hot channel gripped him tighter and tighter, ‘Are you ready?’ he breathed in her ear.

She took it that he was nearing his end and was going to pump even harder, ‘Oh yeah.’ she encouraged.

All words were then lost, and they were reduced to animalistic grunting. As he was reaching his climax, he was dragging her determinedly along with him.

His jagged nerves fired sending starbursts into to his brain and he pulsed in ecstasy. His muscles tensed involuntarily, and he could do nothing else but pitch himself forward and lose himself in her suffocating heat as his climax engulfed him.

She felt his bulk grind into her, and he tightened all around her. Her hand was forced harder into her clit, sandwiched as it was between them, and it felt like she'd pressed a button, releasing a thousand volts.

She let out a sharp cry and her body bucked and trembled as she came too.

(Cam 5 - Joe 4 – Weekend Total: Cam 15 - Joe 9)

Breathing deeply, they came back to themselves, Joe kissed her temple, ‘Are you OK? I think I got a bit carried away.’ and he delicately extracted himself and started letting her down.

‘Ugghh!’ she sighed and leaned into him as her legs nearly buckled. She gave a light chuckle, ‘I’m fine, no it was fun … hot, I mean.’ she corrected, turned and seeking his mouth.

After kissing, she said softly, ‘Now I know you don’t really care about the neighbors.’ she had a smile around her lips, but his frown of confusion and clench of his jaw, told her to tread carefully.

‘What?’ as he bent down and picked up both of their sweatpants, handing hers over and putting his on again.

‘Well, we were pretty loud,’ she explained, ‘Probably louder than volume seven or whatever. But I’m not starting anything, just an observation.’ she added quickly.

‘Oh no, God the neighbors!’ as he pulled on his tee-shirt.

She cocked her eyebrow at him, not sure of his mood as he had an aghast face on, until he started laughing, and she joined in. Thinking better of mentioning her music again.

She felt a trickle between her thighs, ‘OK, I’m going for a shower as I’m a hot mess.’ and she grabbed her clothes, and retrieved her tattered panties, showing them to him. ‘You can come with me if you like but if it turns into something else, it won’t be payback for these. I haven’t thought of a suitable punishment for you yet.’

‘Why Miss Howe, I’m almost afraid.’ laughing as he patted her bottom, following her to the bathroom.

(Cam 5 - Joe 4 – Weekend Total: Cam 15 - Joe 9)

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Notes:

Be afraid Joe, be very afraid!

Chapter 21: Sunday Evening: Bed Again

Summary:

It's Cam’s turn and she’s got a surprise a Joe.

A little tie-ing up fun (pun pun)

Notes:

Slight time-jump, the first one not counting sleeping.
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I've had this scene planned for ages, it's just taken me a long time to get here.

It's taking more chapters to come together, but they're pretty much writing themselves, so I'll be updating soon-ish.

Spolier alert, but Joe's going to have a fair bit of torment.

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Ch. 21

7.13 p.m. 

He was watching her intently now, naked and spread-eagled on his king-size bed.

It gave him an odd thrill to be at someone else’s mercy.

Helpless was an unnatural state for him.

His long arms and legs were splayed wide across the cream coversheet, and it was handy he was tall, so she only needed one of his neckties to secure each limb.

Not that he didn’t have more than enough to use, but he’d ruled a lot of them ‘off limits’ being Italian silks with designer labels, costing ridiculous sums of money, apparently.

He’d selected four of his older, more raggedy-looking ones, to his eye at least, and now each was wound tightly around a wrist or an ankle and then tied around the bed’s metal frame.

As instructed, he’d tested the restraints and had been surprised at how thoroughly she secured them. He found out later that tying knots was something she’d learned from her dad on a camping vacation.

He was already semi-erect, despite her refusal to undress, but the promise of what was to come had him in a state of high anticipation.

Cam stood up and surveyed her work with a critical eye, but she stopped when she reached his, the blue-green of his irises had all but disappeared as his pupils were almost fully dilated in desire.

It turned her on more, but she didn’t want to rush this. It was probably a once in a life-time chance as he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice and allow her a free reign again.

She’d formulated her plan over the take-out pizza they’d had for dinner. She’d been amazed that the company was letting people out to do home deliveries even though the intensity of the storm had died down somewhat.

Joe’d told her it was when they made most of their money and was sure the service would only grow and grow, as people demanded more convenience. He’d also assured her the guy had been in a car and not on one of the motorbikes that they sometimes used.

She stared into his eyes for a beat longer, deciding on her next course of action, but they were far too distracting.

A-ha, that gave her a great idea.

She spun abruptly and disappeared into his sacred inner sanctum.

His eyebrows pulled down instantly, ‘Hey, where are you going!’ he tried to shout after her, but his voice was gravelly from under use, ‘Cam? Cameron?’

She came back after a just over a minute, which seemed much longer to him.

She was brandishing another necktie, stretched out between her hands, so he could see it, and another one draped over her arm.

He recognized the first immediately it as one of his newer Ralph Laurens, the red one, a firm favorite, when he was wearing them regularly anyway. The cheeky smile on her face meant that she knew that he would protest to its use.

‘Cameron,’ he started, his voice stern, not that he was in any position to give orders, and her smile broadened in delight at his discomfort.

She put her fingers of one hand to her lips while holding the tie out and bore down on him relentlessly.

He tried again, ‘Cameron, not that … No!’ as he suddenly realised her intent, but he was powerless to stop her. His arms pulled against their bindings in a way that made his biceps budge deliciously and he unsuccessfully tried to squirm away from her.

Once she had it round his head, he stilled, knowing he couldn’t stop her and realizing it was the best way to stop her from damaging it further.

She took her time positioning it and making sure he couldn’t peek out from under it.

The widest part was over his eyes, and she fastened it tightly. The knot at the side of his head gave him a crazy look that almost made her laugh.

She sat back to survey her work, noting how tense he was.

Hmm, she was going to enjoy working all of the stiffness out of him, she grinned to herself.

He, however, was really pissed, they’d agreed on which ties she could use for her little game, ‘You’ll buy me a new one if … owww!’ she cut him off by roughly squeezing a nipple.

The power coursing through her made her feel invincible.

She leaned in, close to his ear and lowered her voice menacingly, ‘Carry on, MacMillan, if you want me to gag you and leave you here to cool off for a few hours. Maybe I need a little space too.’ she couldn’t resist making a dig about earlier, so he'd know he was still on the hook for it.

She grinned maliciously, it was an empty threat on her part, as the sight of him laid out before her was far too tempting. Not that he had to know that.

He exhaled and she knew by the line that was now furrowing his forehead and the muscles in his jaw that he was angry.

It didn’t matter to her either way, she would work that out of him too, ‘Nod if you understand.’

She waited and watched his jaw tighten more and hoped he wouldn’t crack a tooth. Then after a few seconds ticked slowly by, he nodded his head curtly just once.

It sent a thrill through her, that this incredibly gorgeous, but annoyingly stubborn man was completely at her mercy. 

She got off and went to the foot of the bed as quietly as possible.

She could feel the heaviness growing in her loins as she surveyed the view. He was spread out in front of her, chest and belly rising and lit by his two ornate bed side lights.

She planned her attack while taking off her clothes, including the pair of not very snug fitting pair of Calvin Klein’s, he’d given her.

He was defenseless now, she’d taken away his two key weapons, his eyes and his voice, for now anyway.

Joe tilted his head trying to listen to where she was, but the patter of the rain against the window behind the now closed blinds was the only sound.

She could do anything to him, and he felt his cock jerk as more blood rushed in, revealing how turned on he was.

A slight shiver went through him, and he felt his nipples harden in the cool air.

He arched his back, to push his cock forward to where he thought she might be, to encourage her to touch him. The sooner it started, the sooner it was over, he reasoned.

Patience had never been either of their strong suits, where sex was concerned anyway.

Although, he already knew she was going to tease him to distraction. She would make him beg and she would enjoy doing it.

He would do the same to her.

He knew both his ‘enemy’ and the game she was playing.

Time stretched out and he tried not to think about her looking at him, as it’d only make his cock throb.

For a brief moment, he wondered if she had left him, despite his following her rules as she was unnaturally quiet.

Then Cam climbed on the bed and worked her way to the middle, sitting between his legs within arm’s reach of where he craved her touch.

He figured she would work harder to tease him if he didn’t show any outward signs. Then maybe she would be so turned on herself that she’d buckle and just fuck him anyway.

He could be patient and wait.

Probably.

Not that he had a choice.

He’d been more than a little surprised when she’d told him what she wanted to do, she’d never professed an interest in bondage before, although she definitely had a delightful dominant streak that was coming out more and more in their play.

He thought about her ordering him to strip as he made lunch the day before and how surprised he’d been when she asked about anal. He’d found her wonderfully willing to try most new things, and he was enjoying helping with her erotic education.

Perhaps she’d been too embarrassed before and he wondered if this was going to become a regular part of their sex life.

Although, she was still stubbornly resistant about spanking, well him spanking her anyway.

Goddamn feminists.

Although, he understood that point of view, but for him, it wasn’t about dominating her, only how there was a heightening of pleasure to be found amongst the pain. He quite enjoyed a bit of ‘slap and tickle’ himself. He felt he’d at least shown her some of that the night before.

For now, it amused him to be her fuck-toy, and he felt his cock throb painfully at the idea of her using him.

He usually preferred to be the one in charge, but he enjoyed it when she was on top as he had an uninterrupted view of her getting off impaling herself on his cock.

He forced himself to relax his shoulders and pelvis, but the pressure on his now straining cock inadvertently drew a breath from him.

He silently cursed his overactive imagination.

She watched him, thrilled that he was already in a highly aroused state with such little effort on her part.

After counting slowly to ten, ever so quietly, Cam stretched out her arm, reaching down as far as she could without shifting her weight.

She leisurely stroked up the hairs on his left leg.

He jumped when he first felt her touch midway along his calf, but she continued upward skirting passed his knee and over the top of his thigh up as far as she could before taking her hand off.

She then repeated with his other leg in the same unhurried fashioned.

They’d only been intimate for a few months, but she knew the stages of his desire, and she watched his every move, every little flex to gauge them.

She wondered how much he was conscious of and how much was involuntary.

She raised her hand, and starting near his scrotum, drew her nails down his inner thigh, digging in so they bit.

He moaned softly as his cock tightened, his buttocks and thighs tensed.

She moved forward on the bed to press her advantage.

Her fingers traced around the soft skin of his butt and the coarse hair, beneath his sack and around his asshole, it being exposed as his legs were so wide apart. She moved further up, brushing lightly into the hair around the base of his thick cock.

His belly rose and he dipped and twisted his pelvis, trying to encourage her hand over more.

She carried on up, purposefully evading his shaft, which was so hard it was rising up off his stomach.

She moved herself forward and saw the glisten of pre-cum at its tip.

She put her hands either side of his waist and lapped at it.

‘Haahhhhhh.’ he sighed softly. His glutes instinctively tightened, and he tilted his pelvis up, trying to get more of himself into her hot mouth.

His moan turned to one of frustration when she pulled back, but he pushed up as high as his could, straining against his bindings, trying to find her mouth again.

Taking pity on him, she put her mouth lightly over his head, letting her tongue slip slowly over his frenulum, the sensitive crease of skin that drove him wild.

He stopped moving and started panting, and he rode out the waves of pleasure.

She watched his stomach rise and fall rapidly, and she felt the tremble in his thigh where hers was pressed against it.

She generously allowed him a few sweeps of her tongue, loving the noises that he was trying to suppress.

Her mouth was watering, and she could feel her saliva leak out and run down his cock, and he protested loudly when she withdrew.

She knew how much he enjoyed being sucked off.

She blew on his cock, cooling its coating and he moaned more, as a quiver ran through him.

His pecs budged as his beautiful sculptural arms tensed and he started biting his lip in an effort to be silent.

So sexy, she thought, and his obvious discomfort was having an effect on her too.

She decided to change things up and take some pleasure for herself.

She gingerly stood on the bed and stepped over his legs, kneeling down on one first and then her other knee to position herself over him.

Her feet went under his thighs, which he raised up as much as he could once he’d sensed what she was doing.

They groaned in unison as she lowered down and trapped his cock beneath her. The heat and hardness of him pushing right on her erect clit.

She put her hands on his pecs to balance herself. She was so slick that she glided easily along his length.

She moved up and down and then wanted to feel him inside of her and so she used her hand to force his cock into her wet hole. She closed her eyes and tensed around him, reveling in how full she felt.

Joe sucked his breath in between is teeth as his cock was enveloped in her all-encompassing hotness.

His head pushed back into the pillow and started to gently rock his hips with her movement, not believing that she’d given in so quickly.

She opened her eyes to watch him, loving the feeling of power it gave her. She allowed him to keep moving knowing that her slow pace wouldn’t be enough to get him off.

Ultimately, he would be frustrated, and she could use that.

She rode him, pushing herself up as far as she could levering herself from her knees. It was much harder work without him helping.

She took her time and allowed her eyes to close again briefly, wallowing in the sweet sensations.

When she opened her eyes again and saw that his eyebrows were drawn in the center, it wasn’t in anger this time. His luscious lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was shallow and irregular, almost as if he was holding it in anticipation.

While she loved the feel of his cock inside her, stretching and filling her up, she knew that if she didn’t stop now, she’d want to take it to its natural conclusion.

She wanted to tease him more and show him how easily she could break him.

She leaned forward, getting off him and quickly repositioned her knees to one side of him.

He bit his lip again, but his groan slipped out anyway.

She bent down and tenderly licked at her juices on his cock.

At the same time, she pushed her fingers into her wet channel.

She made sure they were covered and put them under his nose so he could smell her. She tickled down the skin to his top lip, and moved around, painting his lips with her juices.

Joe’s tongue came out and moved to follow her.

She teased him by moving her fingers around just out of reach, and his jaw tightened in annoyance, she had to bite her lip to stop laughing.

She decided to stop teasing him and stilled her hand, giving him one finger, which he latched onto it and his cheeks hollowed as he sucked and then licked around it.

‘You like that huh? Wanna another?’

‘Thes.’ he responded automatically, and then froze remembering he wasn’t supposed to speak.

(Cam 5 - Joe 4 – Weekend Total: Cam 15 - Joe 9)

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Notes:

Oh dear, he broke the rules. He's in for more trouble ...

Chapter 22: Sunday Evening: Bed Continued

Summary:

Cam makes Joe pay for his misdemeanor, and then he has another, more serious problem to contend with.

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Ch. 22    

7.35 p.m. 

Cam slapped his bare thigh, harder than she’d meant too, but she was still quite shocked at her hypercritical self.

It made him grunt and his cock shook as he writhed away, emitting another low groan that went straight down into her center, and with it, a far too additive power surged inside of her.

‘I told you not to speak, MacMillan.’ and she shoved another finger in his mouth.

That’d keep you occupied, fucker, she thought nastily.

Fuck, she felt so incredibly turned on. Was this why master and servant fantasies were so prevalent?

Hmm, interesting.

She didn’t know if she could ever submit to someone else, she didn’t think so.

Give her power away? To Joe? To anyone? No thank you.

She didn’t have the level of trust needed or even liked pain that much, even with the promise of pleasure.

Probably, anyway.

Although, she was loathed to admit she’d enjoyed the two slaps he’d given her the previous night, but there had been extenuating circumstances, such as a lot of orgasms that’d nearly made her overdose on pleasure.

Such mind-altering pleasure, she sighed remembering it.

And alcohol.

Unlike now, as they'd just had one beer each with their dinner.

Joe was breathing heavily and trying to keep his mouth working around her fingers to claim all the delicious nectar on them.

His leg stung but the heat was already radiating up into his balls. More blood had pumped into his swollen cock, and he eased his pelvis up, trying to release the pressure.

Cam took her hand back and swirled it around herself, capturing more of her copious juices.

She caught the edge of her clit and pushed into it slightly, blinking at the intense feelings and letting out a soft moan.

Her eyes went to the red mark spreading across his thigh and she smiled as she watched his swollen cock twitch.

She reluctantly pulled her hand away and pushed three fingers into his welcoming mouth, smiling again as she remembered what he’d said about how to widen an asshole the night before.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he desperately pulled air in through his nose. Christ, was she trying to choke him? He couldn’t prevent his from body tensing up.  

Cam relented and switched back to teasing him, taking her fingers back and covering his now red lips with her own.

She started with soft, butterfly kisses, before adding her tongue to his and they fought as their breath mingled and she sampled her flavor.

Her fingers found his nipples, and stroked round them, gliding gently from the remnants of her slick and his saliva still on them.

He moaned softly in approval, until she started pinching and it turned into a full-throated groan. His chest rose and shifted as he tried and failed to get away from her.

She sat back and watched him, he turned his head and opened and then closed his mouth, thinking better of it.

She reached her hand out and skimmed over his chest and down his belly and then back up again. Changing things up and going for soothing this time.

She watched with satisfaction as his body relaxed, and then quick as a flash, yanked on a nipple.

He grimaced and grunted.

She tried it again, but he knew what to expect this time and stayed tense.

So she leaned in and sucked his cock instead, making him groan out in pleasure. After a minute or two, she felt his body soften down and she tightened her hand around his balls, digging her nails into his delicate skin.

‘C-c-caarrghhh.’ he stuttered, and his body strained up again.

She let his cock fall out of her mouth and smiled maliciously up his torso, watching disappointment war with desire on his face.

Instead, she flattened her hand, started massaging into his sack, finding the true base of his cock, ‘Ahhh you’re being such a good boy, here’s treat.’

That almost made her crack up, but his reaction sobered her quickly.

He swallowed and then whimpered as the feelings started to overwhelm him. He tensed and arched up his whole body as best he could with his feet splayed.

Joe sucked in air between teeth and frowned in concentration, he was sure she didn’t want him to come but he would if she didn’t stop soon. He was pretty sure she knew the signs, but she probably wasn’t expecting him to come like this or so quickly.

She wasn’t even jacking him off, for Christ’s sake.

Where was his Goddamn control?

Did he risk saying something? No, he figured another slap across his thigh would make him spurt like a teenager.

He resorted to driving his teeth into his bottom lip and then letting his moans get louder. His legs quivered and he started to curl his pelvis with short, quick pumps. If she didn’t get all those signals, then she deserved missing out on using him for her own pleasure.

He was going to get off either way, he reasoned, just not in the way he’d been hoping.

But she got his message loud and clear and quickly took her hand away from his balls.

He sighed both in relief and frustration.

She slipped her hand down between her legs to attend to her own pressing need as she watched his chest heave, now with a light sheen of sweat covering it.

She gently rocked her hips as he came back from the edge and his breathing normalized.

The make-shift blindfold seemed to be heightening his senses, and he was sure he felt a slight dip in the mattress from her direction.

There it was again, slowly repeating itself, he stilled, trying to place it.

When she moaned softly, he instantly knew that she was playing with herself, and he had an idea.

‘Sit on my face, use me for your pleasure, Miss-stressss.’ he implored her huskily. He figured the risk was worth her wrath.   

She was so thrilled by the idea that she decided to overlook his disobedience, ‘Ooh, I like that. You may beg to use your tongue on me, slave.’ and she smiled widely, enjoying elaborating on their role play. Her juices felt like they were running down her thighs.

His mouth curled into a smile too, showing his teeth and he start after considering his words carefully, he started sultrily, ‘Well, ah, thank you Mistress. … It will be an honor to lick your beautiful pussy, pushing my tongue deep into your sweet folds. Then I wanna suck on your clit and make you come … and gush all over me. Ride me, fuck my face and drown me in them and then …’

She was moving before he’d even finished, her knees placed either side of his head, with her feet curled round the top of his head, so she could avoid the headboard and reached her hands forward to support herself on his pecs.

Damn him for being so good with words and his tongue, she thought as she cut him off, grinding her clit down onto his chin, his tongue already twisting up to lap her, ‘Aaaahhh … fuck, yes!’  

She moved herself backwards to position her bud over his clever tongue and shuddered as he started humming, the unexpected vibrations through his lips made her wriggle and writhe over him, moaning loudly.

If he could have smiled, he would have, but breathing was more of a priority. He sucked air in noisily through his mouth as his nose was pressed up into her hot flesh.

She started rocking herself back and forth, slipping and sliding over his face, looking down at his hot naked body spread out before her. It felt so amazing, and one hand went to her nipple, squeezing and rolling it to hardness.

He could hear her groans high above him, and her bouncing of the pillow grew stronger, he strained his tongue up as far as he could trying to stay with the delicate tip of her engorged clit and moving it slowly with pressure and lathering it in the way that she liked.

After what felt like an age, he was silently begging her to come soon, his tongue was fully extended and starting to ache. The rocking of the bed as her gyrations got wilder and wilder were making him feel slightly seasick. Although perhaps it was the limited oxygen available as well.

Cam on the other hand was desperately trying not to come, greedily wanting more of what he was giving her. She tried to hold out against the overwhelming onslaught of feelings that were building inside of her.

Her legs were tiring and more of her weight bore down on him, she put her hand back to his chest to steady herself and bowed her head. Her legs quivered and her breath came in short spurts in time with the movement of her pelvis.

She twisted herself slightly as she moved forward and his tongue caught the most sensitive part of her nub just so, then it slipped off and as she went back again; and it seem to hover just in front, tantalizingly filling the space under where her lips joined.

She repeated the small motion again moving faster this time and her fingers and toes curled automatically as everything narrowed and there was just that, just her senses sharpening and the feelings growing, growing, growing …

He felt the power of her orgasm through the fierce trembles of her legs and the sticky hot throb of her pussy, which through its pulsing, thought it was trying to suck him in.

He wasn’t a stranger to cunnilingus, but these last few months with her was the most he’d ever done it. He’d been amazed at her ability to come in such rapid succession and wondered if it was just her, or all women could.

He'd test it out on the lucky few who crossed his path after her, his future wife for one would benefit from his increased interest in pleasuring his partners.

Until he found a level of success at MacMillan Utility and couldn't trust why people were with him and he stopped caring.

But certainly, there was no doubting the power of female internal muscles, which were designed to shoot out little humans.

A fact that was incomprehensible to him.

It briefly went through his mind that maybe this was how it felt to be in the birth canal, only more constricted.

Or maybe it was like having an alien larva sucking on his face and perhaps later, one would burst out through his chest like the memorable scene from the recent-ish movie of the same name.

Fuck, a pussy compared to the alien, where was his head at?

Focus, Joe!

But the addled thoughts of his part oxygen-starved brain dissolved into greater concerns for self-preservation as she spent all over him, less viscous than her usual lubricant but more of it and it found its way into his nostrils.

He tried opening his mouth, but she crushed herself down onto him at the same time, blocking off his only air supply.

He was fighting his alarm and made panicked grunting noises in his throat he hoped she’d notice through her climax, moving his head and his body as much as he could restrained as he was.

Thankfully, the vibrations came to an end, and she moved up just enough for him to angle his head down despite his complaining neck muscles, and he took in a huge lungful of blessed oxygen.

(Cam 6 - Joe 4 – Weekend Total: Cam 16 - Joe 9)

Cam panted, regaining her composure, positioned as she was staring down at the scars crossing his body. Momentarily studying and gently tracing the largest one’s distinctive ridges and pits, which after a few months had become so familiar to her.

She became aware of him moving under her and making snotty noises as he tried to clear his nose. She got off as quick as her shaky legs would allow and cringed at the state of his face coated in her juices.

His necktie had not got away unscathed, and she wondered if it could be laundered. He was going to be so pissed if it was permanently stained.

She decided to put off crossing that particular bridge until later. She leaned over and licked her juices from around his nose and then kissed him deeply.

‘Are you OK?’ she asked, once they broke, her voice going up a little at the end, a sure sign of her nerves.

He remained resolutely silent.

She hit his chest lightly, ‘Hey! You can speak now.’ and she sighed dramatically.

‘Sure?’ came his cautious reply.

‘Yes!’

‘Thank you, I didn’t want to get beaten up or my nipples twisted off.’ he replied sarcastically.

‘Gawd, you’re such a drama queen, it wasn’t that bad.’ But she wondered if she had got a bit carried away with everything.

What he said next reassured her, ‘No, it wasn’t, I enjoyed it. Although, I didn’t think you’d actually take me up on the whole ‘drown me’ bit, you know that was just a sales pitch,’ he stuck his tongue out to lick some remnants of her juices around his mouth. ’Uhhmmmhh, delicious.’ and his lips twitched up into a broad smile.

She couldn’t help but laugh, ‘Eueghh, sorry! OK couldn’t help that. I did get a bit carried away there. Let me clean you up some more.’ and she leapt up and was off to the bathroom, ignoring his calls after her. 

When she came back, she had a damp cloth. She couldn’t find a washcloth, but she knew he usually kept a stash of cleaning cloths under his sink. It was from the bottom and so she assumed it hadn’t been used yet. His ‘clean freak’ tendancies were quite handy sometimes she had to admit.

She wiped it round carefully, ‘There, there all better now.’ she soothed.

‘Thank you.’ he said, and lifted his head, and turned it to where he thought she was, ‘Can I suggest we use a safe word?’

‘What’s that?’ she asked.

‘Well, in these sorts of ... games, there’s usually an agreed word to stop if the sub, the bound party, which would be me, wants the dom, or the dominant one, which would be you, to stop. Usually there are some mutually agreed hard limits, but we kinda of skipped over that as I didn’t realise what a delightful little deviant you are.’

His mouth moved into an exaggerated smile, so she’d know he was teasing.

‘Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’re far more of a deviant than me.’

‘It was a compliment …’ he started.

‘OK, alright. A safe word, OK, sounds sensible. But can’t you just say ‘no’ or ‘stop’?’ she asked impatiently.

He considered, ‘Well, yes, of course, but a safe word is usually something that wouldn’t be said by either party, say in the heat of the moment.’

‘Fine, so do you have one in mind?’

He grinned, ‘Of course, Giant.’

She barked a short laugh, ‘Fine. OK I’m going go pee … wait here.’

She just heard his, ‘Ha ha, very funny.’ and she smiled as she went off.

(Cam 6 - Joe 4 – Weekend Total: Cam 16 - Joe 9)

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Chapter 23: Sunday Evening: Bed Continued 2

Summary:

Cam gives Joe a choice, more of the same or freedom. If he makes the right choice, and is a good boy, Cam might let him have a reward.

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Ch. 23

7.52 p.m. 

When she came back, she asked him if he needed a break or wanted to stop, but he surprised her by saying he didn’t.  

Although, he did ask about the state of his necktie.

‘Now, now, let’s not go there and spoil the mood.’ she counseled, ‘Besides,’ she continued on, not so subtly changing the subject as she saw his wilting cock, ‘I’ve been neglecting you, my poor sex slave, let me make it up to you.’ she cooed, immensely enjoying the look of confusion on his face.

But before he could say anything, she started kissing him, all the while stroking and caressing his arms, across and down his torso, alternating between the soft pads of her fingers and the light scrap of her nails.

Soon he’d forgotten about his (probably) ruined necktie and was sighing throatily into her mouth.

Her affections were having the desired effect on his cock.

She carried on, feeling sexier than she ever had before having this power over him, moving down his strong neck and then licking down his sternum and across his broad pecs.

Nipping and sucking on his nipples and then moving off to weave her way slowly between his numerous scars, giving the uneven and puckered skin as much attention as the smooth, while creeping persistently downward.

He was groaning openly now, his resolve of trying to be stoic and calm, long forgotten.

His dick felt swollen again, with renewed vigor it was ready to burst, and his balls were full and heavy, too hot against his cheeks.

He shifted his butt, trying to release some pressure, but it only served in jolting his sensitive cock and he started the soothing, silky, seductive rocking motion of his pelvis.

‘Aaahhhh, Cam,’ his voice was thick and shaky, ‘Pleas-se touch me …’ and he inhaled a long-ragged breath.

She looked into his face, even with the blindfold, she knew his look of lust well enough, his eyebrows were pinched in the middle and his wide, sensual mouth hung slightly open.

She began moving through the fine down on his belly, which was rising and falling in time with his shortening, desperate breaths. It rippled under her touch, and the nearer she got to his cock, the more imploring his sounds became. His body stiffened, rising up for her touch.

When her mouth finally reached his almost purple head, she sensually lapped at the tear of pre-cum that had reappeared, and she felt a shudder run through him as she teasingly licked a line down the veins of his softly pumping shaft.

His accompanying groan was deep and vibrated down through his chest and down into his groin.

Cam moved between his legs, her favorite place to give head from and he curled his pelvis up to her, sighing deeply in anticipation.

He stopped his motion when he felt her drawing him into the warm, wet, tightness of her mouth, and once he was inside, he instinctively pushed up despite knowing she couldn’t take his full length, he was starting to lose it, he just needed more.

She backed off, and let his cock drop back on his stomach, making him cry out. She thought about slapping it, but she couldn't be that cruel.

So with real ice in her voice, so he’d know she wasn’t joking around, said, ‘I will stop if you do that again. I’m not gonna choke on your Goddamn cock, Joe!’

‘I’m sorry, sorry,’ he said somewhat breathlessly, ‘I got carried away. … But you’re so hot I couldn’t help myself … Mistresss.’ he fawned.

She looked to his face to see if it was a line, but she grinned and said, ‘You’re full of shit, MacMillan. You just want to get off. Now, stop it and I just might let you.’

He opened his mouth, what whatever he was going to say quickly changed to, ‘Oh God … aahhhhaaahhh!’ as her mouth was back on him and her hand palming his root and sack.

She let her saliva drip down to coat him to allow more friction and she built up her pace slowly.

She’d improved on her technique from having someone to practice on regularly, and unlike others she’d been with, he frequently let her take charge and she’d started enjoying it.

It really turned her on, watching his reactions and his slow descent and ultimate surrender to her.

She’d never woken anyone else up that way either, until him, so that was pretty significant for her.

Now, he was laid out in front of her, and she was holding him firmly with her hand and treating his large smooth head to different kinds of licks with either the tip or flat of her tongue.

‘Move yourself, fuck my hand. Slowly.’ she told him, and he quickly complied.

He started gently pushing his pelvis up by squeezing his butt, letting out sexy sighs from the friction of threading himself through her grip, which she gradually tightened.

When she felt him pushing harder and faster, she released her hold, ignoring his stuttered groan and put her nails around his nipple and pinched them together, hard.

Joe shrieked in surprise, and she put her hand down, caressing over where she hit him before, whispering threateningly, ‘Do you want another one?’

He stopped instantly, his breaths coming in short gasps.

Fuck, he was so turned on.

He did.

He nodded.

He balled his hands into tight fists and tensed everything so he could stay still.

She couldn't believe it, but drew her hand back regardless and hit him again.

He let out a sharp gasp.

He tried some deep breathing to calm himself.

She watched, fascinated as his thigh reddened more and his cock shook.

He moaned some more.

'There's a good boy.' she soothed him.

After what seemed like a lifetime, but was less than two minutes, he felt her take his tip in her mouth again, and she replaced her hand back around his shaft, delicately adjusting her grip until she started stroking him with a loose hold around his now painfully throbbing cock.

She had her hand so that her thumb was up, brushing and moving over his frenulum on her upward stroke and brushing with enough pressure to make him whimper.

She gradually increased the tightness of her hand and took more of him into her mouth, sucking him and letting her saliva drip down to lubricate his throbbing cock.

After a few minutes, it was delicious torture for him, and he felt like he was going to explode into her mouth.

He didn’t know if he was allowed with the strange, wonderfully sadistic game she was playing.

His hands clutched the sheet and his gasps got distinctly more desperate.

She could feel the mounting tension in his body and the quivers in his thighs. 

He was going to go off like a rocket if she carried on, she thought.

She withdrew her mouth but maintained pumping his shaft.

He whimpered at the cool air, then cocked his head, listening to her low voice, delectably sultry, ‘I’m going to suck you dry.’ and a thrill shot through him.

Her hand tightened and moved faster and faster in short strokes at the base, clawing her fingers into his balls.

She really hoped he would succumb soon as her arm was aching from the effort.

Thankfully, she would get her wish in just over a minute as the thought she’d planted in his brain added to the sensations already setting his body ablaze. His hands and feet flexed in anticipation, and he trembled wildly with the effort of not moving.

His breathing came in short, ragged breaths.

Then everything stopped and as his pelvic floor rose up and spasmed, and then his whole body shuddered as he shot his load, which managed to catch most of it by slipping her mouth over his bobbing head.

Some hit his stomach, and some dripped back down him from her nose.

At least it wasn’t up her nose and she had made good on her promise.

She sucked and swallowed his seed quickly, trying not to let the bitterness linger too long on her tongue.

(Cam 6 - Joe 5 – Weekend Total: Cam 16 - Joe 10)

She wiped off the drops of spilt sperm with the cloth to clean, and then asked, ‘Nice?’ smirking up at him as the last shudders wracked his body, and he let out a long exhale.

She straddled him and then moved up to his left wrist, his head jerked round following her, thinking she was going to release him, but she was just checking his watch, 8.09 p.m.

Hmmm, she thought almost an hour of play. Maybe she was being cruel keeping him like this, but she really wanted to try out her idea from the morning.

Still deciding, she settled herself over him, her fingers stroking the sweat-soaked skin of his throat and upper chest as she looked right into his face.

She kissed his lips and then taking pity on him, pulled up his blindfold and he blinked at the sudden invasion of light.

‘OK, so, there’s one final part, if you’re up for it,’ and she circled pelvis around and down on his deflating cock while staring at him meaningfully, ‘But I’ll untie you so you can have a break, or if you need to use the bathroom.’

‘Jesus, Cameron, it was only one pair of panties,’ he wisely decided against adding bargain basement and shoddy, as his eyebrows moved into a frown, but meeting her wicked smile, his face slowly move into a grin too.

‘Doesn’t matter, you didn’t give me a time limit.’ and then she added cheekily, ‘See, I can twist words to my advantage just as well as you, Mr. Silver Tongue!’

Her fingers moved around the nipple that she’d played with before in an undisguised taunt.

He met her eyes, but stopped moving, his smile frozen to show his teeth, caught between pain and pleasure, ‘So what’s next?’ he asked somewhat breathily.

Daringly, she held his gaze as she said, ‘Alright, so this next part is going to involve butt plugs, plural. So, do you need to pee or, whatever?’

He took her in and the sparkle in her eyes, and the now pretty blush that was spreading over her cheeks, and he was struck by déjà vu from their conversation in the morning when she’d gotten shy about asking.

Yep, he’d made a monster, alright.

‘Yes, pee or whatever.’ he smirked, and she began to untie the knots.  

(Cam 6 - Joe 5 – Weekend Total: Cam 16 - Joe 10)

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Notes:

Yep, we're going there ...

Chapter 24: Sunday Evening: Bed Continued 3

Summary:

Cam decides to continue tormenting Joe, but how far she is prepared to go and how far will he let her?

Cam and Joe both get a bit of extra help.

Notes:

An extra long chapter to finish.

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Ch. 24

8.21 p.m. 

Cam went to the bathroom after Joe came back, being careful to take his red necktie with her to soak in cold water. She didn’t want him seeing it to interrupt anything. Although, she was sure there would be a price to pay later.

While she was in there, he retrieved and laid out the three butt plugs he owned for her inspection, putting them out in order of size in the space in front of him.

Coming back, she knelt on the bed and her eyes instantly went to them and looking at him, picked up largest one, which made her eyes water and said, ‘Wow! Really? Impressive.’ her voice was dripping with sarcasm. It was slightly wider than his dick, but not quite as long.

‘I thought you might like to try.' he retorted, smirking broadly.

She shook her head, ‘No way, José, but don’t let me stop you.’

‘No,’ he shook his head too and had the sense to look embarrassed, ‘It was an impulse buy and only used once and, hah … shall we say I had eyes bigger than my, … uh, you get the reference.’ and he grinned again.

She snickered, ‘Well, I guess that settles it then, I’m taking baby butt plug,’ and she moved the one she’d used the night before towards her, ‘Which leaves you with momma butt plug, and daddy, or rather the granddaddy is going back into the woods.’

She handed him the big one with a big smile of her face and he couldn’t help but laugh, marveling how she could look so innocent while talking about something so filthy.

He moved toward her, ‘Give me a kiss, funny girl.’

She obliged him, ‘Mmmm.’ and when she broke off, she said, ‘I’m really not ready to put this in thing in front of you, so I’m going to the bathroom.’ she grabbed the lube.

‘OK, but mutual lubing can be part of the foreplay.’ he said lightly.

She faltered, considering it, and then blew through her teeth, ‘Lubing you, fine, but no to you poking around, I’m still getting used to that one, thank you very much.’ and she turned to go.

‘Cam, wait,’ and he held out his hand, ‘Give me a generous squirt first, … please.’

She went back, unscrewing the cap and kept squeezing until he nodded it was enough and then she disappeared back to the bathroom.

As he attended to himself, he couldn’t believe they were really doing this. The whole evening had been highly charged and despite the huge orgasm he’d had not too long ago, he felt the familiar tingle down in his nether regions as, forcing himself to relax, he pushed the butt plug home.

She was worried that he was going to get bored of her, but he really couldn’t see that happening, not when she surprised him like this.

They’d had a fun afternoon after their shower, they’d played some more card games and had managed not to get into another fight, despite their competitive streaks, as they both liked to win.

Then when he’d gone down to get the pizza, she actually had read the few articles he’d earmarked, and they chatted about them while they ate.

He was pleased that she’d been as enthusiastic about them as well.

He liked that there were a few future plans on the horizon, some loose ideas to think about after the launch of the Giant.

It was an exciting time.

Added to that, the catalog of electric sex they were starting to build up.

Joe carefully laid back down on the bed, aware of the object in his back passage, he could feel the pressure on his prostate and the weight of his refilling dick.

He spread himself out again in supination on the bed and waited for her to return.

When she did, her surprise and delight was obvious, ‘Oh! Do you want to be tied up again?’

It’d been her plan, even wanting to push the butt plug into him but she’d lost her nerve when it came right down to it.

‘Yep, I want the full Dominatrix Howe experience, Mistress.’ lasering her with a challenging stare.

‘Oh, um, OK.’ she was taken aback, what was the full dominatrix experience?

She wasn’t sure what he was expecting and wondered if he’d done stuff like this before.

She momentarily faltered, feeling her inexperience bubble up.

Then looking into his face again, full of desire and … was that love?

Admiration?

Whatever it was, it bolstered and reassured her.

She had to admit that he’d been not only her best lover to date, as in technique-wise, but also the most confidence-giving.

He never made a thing about her age in the bedroom, even if she did.

‘Blindfold again?’ she asked as she started re-tying his limbs, gingerly due to the stretching inside of her.

‘You’re in charge, so up to you. But just please use an old one, OK?’ he finished, imploringly.

There was silence as she moved around the bed, trying to decide.

Cam finished tying him up again, looking at him some more and she bit her lip and walked to the end of the bed, very aware of the butt plug. She still felt unfulfilled and wet from the earlier session.

It helped her make up her mind, she was too impatient.

She got on the bed, appraising his not quite hard cock and then she flicked her eyes up to his.

Something about his calm expression made her snap.

She climbed on the bed, kneeling between his spread legs again.

‘So this is how you greet me, is it, slave?’ and she grabbed his semi and not too gently shook it, relishing his shocked look and throaty groan.

She tugged again, and his eyes closed briefly, moaning, ‘Oh, you like that, do you?’ enjoying taunting him.

She licked her lips, nervous of what she wanted to do next, but the lust on his face and jerk of his cock, fortified her.

‘I’m going to count to five, if you’re not hard and ready for me to use, I will spank your thigh.’ she looked at him, waiting for him to say their safe word and stop her, but instead just he nodded.

‘One … two … three …' she couldn’t believe who she was right now, but the quick rising of his belly told her how he was turned on too, ‘Four … … five …' she raised her hand and he tensed up, huge black eyes following her every move.

Thwack!

‘Aarrrhhh!’

His head went back, and eyes squeezed shut as he yelped, it was as if he’d been electrocuted and his whole body tensed and convulsed.

She watched his muscles ripple and his big cock bounced; more throaty groans assailed her ears.

He panted and his mouth hung open, she saw the quick rise and fall of his stomach and trembles in his thighs as more blood pumped into his shaft.

She moved her hand above his other thigh and quirked her eyebrow at him.

He nodded and growled out, ‘Harder.’

He tensed up as she raised her hand higher.

She let it fly, musing about who was really in charge.

Joe was breathing heavily now, his whole chest heaved.

His cock felt like it was going to burst.

He was nearly at breaking point.

‘Cam, fuck, I want you to fuck me so badly, but you might have to go slow, or I’ll just come.’

She smiled wickedly at him, ‘So, how much do you want to fuck me, slave?’ Reminding him of their game.

He pushed his pelvis up and made his cock dance, ‘Isn’t is obvious, Mistress?’ his voice was thick and gravely, ‘Please, I want to be inside your hot pussy, filling you up all the way up, …’

Whatever he was going to say was lost as she moved up and slid on him, taking his full length easily in her slick channel.

‘Aaaaahhhh!’ their satisfied sighs mingled together.

She closed her eyes, rocking her pelvis slowly around him, alternately feeling the rub of his glands on the sweet spot high up inside her and then the tightness of the butt plug, bulging against the thin internal membrane.

She saw stars behind her eye lids, and she couldn’t stop a long low moan escape as she moved.

It helped calm him and his finish wasn’t quite so imminent.

‘Nice?’

‘Oh yeahhh,’ she sighed happily, ‘Delicious. You?’

‘Mmmm, yeaaaahhh.’ he started pushing his pelvis up in time with hers.

Her eyes opened to see his staring at her body, the desire on his face heightened hers.

His eyes latched on to hers, ‘I want you to ride me. Hard, so I spurt filling you all up.’

She kept staring at him, ‘Like a cowboy?’

‘Cowgirl.’ he corrected breathily, his eyes boring into hers, his tongue ran across his bottom lip. He pressed himself up as high as he could, body straining and it glistened as the exertion made a thin veneer of sweat appear, ‘Ride me, Miss Howe.’

She hesitated, trying to decide to lean forward or back, which was better. Forward increased the contact with her rear passage, but back hit those twin areas inside that turned her to wild banshee.

She leaned back and held onto his legs to lift herself up.

With some effort they got into a rhythm, despite him being more restricted than normal.

Their breaths fell into sync and gradually increased in tempo; half-lidded eyes watched the other.

She felt helpless to control the myriad of sensations swirling inside of her. There was just too much, and with the added visual of him lying in front of her.

Almost there.

Almost.

He could see her clit begging for attention and valiantly tried to free his arms to help.

She must have read his mind as, shifting to the side to balance on one arm, she plunged the other onto it, rubbing insistently.

It was the final straw.

‘Ohh …uhhh!’ almost screaming with the intensity of her orgasm.

She pitched forward and stilled, her one hand landing squarely on his lower chest, momentarily winding him, and he lost his stride, not that it deterred her as she was taken over.

He watched her come undone, the muscles that made her jerk and quiver, clenched his cock fiercely and he felt the tightness all the way through his pelvis and down into his balls, he couldn’t help but gasp as the object in his ass pressed against his prostrate and white-hot light seared his eyes.

It was his turn to tense, and he pushed himself as high as he could, gravity forced her down, and his cock slipped even higher inside, as did her climax, her voice getting more shrill as the waves strengthened again, clouding everything out.

Her elbow gave way, and she was lying flat on top of him now, her face sticky against his wet chest, grunting in pure pleasure as she felt his body suddenly dip under her and then a series of strong pulses, making her dig her nails into the already damaged flesh of the large scar on his chest.

She felt his seed flood inside of her, a slight coolness spread through her molten heat.

(Cam 7 - Joe 6 – Weekend Total: Cam 17 - Joe 11)

She groaned and came back to herself, aware of that his deeps breaths matched hers and she was moving in time with them.

His strong heartbeat thudded in her ear.

One of his smaller scars on his lower ribs came into focus, and her hand was over its twin.

She felt him start to twist his pelvis and a groan vibrated deep in his chest.

She pushed herself up and looked into his face, still dazed from the aftereffects.

Joe broke the silence, ‘Are you OK?’ and a smile skirted his lips, ‘I feel that you should be asking me that.’

Focusing on him more, ‘Aahh, yeah. Just trying to work out how to move. I feel … uhh … that was … something else.’ she sighed and pushed herself up, refocusing on his scars.

‘Mmmmm, it certainly was.’ he agreed, and then, ‘I hope you do work out how to move, I’d really like to move now ...’ She looked up sharply, not sure if he was mad, ‘Miss.’

She was relieved to see he was looking amiably at her, ‘Sure.’ and with some effort she climbed off him, kneeling by his side, she headed up and landed on his face to steal a kiss.

He was smiling as she broke off and then she planted a row of kisses from his shoulder down to his right wrist, feeling suddenly generous in giving him her affection.

Slithering off the bed she picked at the tightly pulled knot. When it was undone, she moved down to his ankle.

Joe rubbed his wrist and turned to undo his other hand but struggled with just one hand. It took them both a nearly ten minutes until he was totally free.

It took a while before they came back and reset, removing and cleaning themselves and the objects.

After brushing his teeth, Joe returned them to his drawer and climbed in bed next to her.

She’d gone and got some water for them both, knowing his habit and enjoying it too.

He sipped, gratefully, ‘Thanks.’

‘You’re welcome.’

They were so polite with each other, she thought it was funny after what they’d been doing.

He studied his watch, ‘I know it’s early, but I don’t think I’m, up for anything else tonight.’ he said.

‘What time is it?’

He laughed, ‘It’s just gone 9.40.’

‘Oh God! We’re so lame!’

‘Uh-huh.’ agreeing, smiling at her. He pulled her into him and kissed her temple, ‘Remind me never to piss you off.’ he mused.

She laughed, ‘Well, you do know, it was your own fault.’

‘What? Why?’ he asked, rounding on her.

‘Because you were so … cock-sure before,’ smiling at her choice of words, ‘When you said … ‘I think I can handle it.’ It made me want to prove you wrong.’

He stared at her incredulously, ‘So if I’d kept my mouth shut, that wouldn’t have happened?’

‘Uh-huh.’ and she smirked at him.

‘Wow.’ Joe shook his head, ‘So, Mistress Howe should I get you a leather catsuit and a whip for Christmas?’

She frowned at him, not understanding what he was getting at.

‘It’s what all the fashionable dominatrices are wearing these days, or so I’m told.’ he drawled, flashing his eyes at her.

She rolled her eyes at him elaboratively, ‘I don’t think so, it was fun, but I don’t think I could keep it up for long.’

‘Mmm, me either.’ he agreed and put his hand over the cover where his now flaccid penis was and started laughing at his dick gag.

‘Eeuughh, Joe!’ but she soon joined in too, then she got quiet.

He saw her face, ‘You OK? What? Cam?’

‘Yeah, I, just wanted to know if you’ve done that a lot?’ and she looked up at him, suddenly nervous, ‘Not, um … I mean, I don’t want to know your whole sordid back catalog, but the whole safe word thing …’ she trailed off, not used to this kind of talk with anyone, let alone him, who she sensed had done a whole raft of things sexually that would make her very uncomfortable.

He watched her, wondering how much to share, how to explain he’d been in dark places at various times in his life, and it’d been about power.

But it wasn’t like that with her.

He thought it was best those things stayed in the past and he just said, ‘I’ve dabbled, sure, but I don’t need to do it to get off.’

Then it occurred to him, where her thoughts might be going. ‘So don’t worry, OK? But should you want to try a little role reversal, we can work out limits.’

He thought it could be fun, already picturing her spread out, but she shut him down straight away.

‘No, I’m good, thanks. But thanks for the offer … seriously.’ Full of sarcasm while she back-peddled.

There was no way he was ever going to tie her up.

He arched his eyebrows at her, ‘Wow! Really?’ and when she nodded, seemed quite shocked, ‘Well, that hardly seems fair.’

‘Nope, it’s not, but you made a deal, and anyway, maybe it’s my small way of trying to right all the inequality done to women through the ages.’ she smartly retorted.

He nodded, he knew there was no winning with her, even if he did bring up that he was also part of an oppressed minority.

He decided to change the subject, ‘So what was our final score?’

‘Oh! Well, I won, obviously.’ he just nodded at her broad smile, ‘My high score yesterday was ten and today, hmmm,’ and she counted off on her fingers as she intoned, ‘Bed, bed, bed, then two at the door, and then another two here, a valiant seven, and you, you had five yesterday and today?’ she scratched her head, thinking, ‘Um, I’m pretty sure, it was six, because you only had one at the door. Wow!’

‘My high score.’ and he smiled at her, ‘Maybe we can try to beat them after COMDEX. I loved today’s wake up call, by the way, definitely worth lying-in for.’

‘Like that’s gonna happen, Mr. Early-bird.’ and then she said, ‘Yeah, that’d be fun!’ she agreed, ‘Hey, so, what was your favorite?’

‘Position? Session?’ she just shrugged, ‘Oh, I don’t know, there was so much.’ he considered and then warmed to the subject, ‘OK, I really enjoyed tonight, of course, and last night, you really surprised me, and it was very, very hot. But,’ he stopped, not sure if to say it’d been the sweet session after breakfast, he changed his mind, still not being able to trust her with his feelings. ‘Actually, I think it was yesterday in the kitchen and then the washing machine.’

‘Oh! Ahhh, yeah that was fun.’ looking at him, ‘Apart from you trying to screw me through the wall, literally.’ And she rubbed the back of her head.

He cringed, ‘I’m really sorry.’ he admitted, starting to blush, ‘I didn’t mean to get so carried away.’

‘I know, I know, but I paid you back,’ pointing to the dark pink crescent shapes on both of his pecs, she waggled her eyebrows, ‘So, love scars, eh?’

He nodded, and they both shared a laugh.

‘What was yours?’ he asked.

‘Umm, well, yes tonight and last night, all my steak orgasms,’ to which he snickered, ‘The door was fun and yeah, the washing machine. We’re definitely doing that again.’

‘OK.’

She went quiet and when he glanced over, she was nibbling her lip, and he knew her well enough, something was on her mind.

‘OK what?’

She looked at him and sighed, ‘So, why did you let me tie you up the second time?’

‘Ahh, I trust you and I was curious as to what you’d do. Didn’t you enjoy it?’

She nodded, ‘Yeah, I did, although, it’s tough doing all the hard work!’ and she smiled at him, ‘I just don’t think I could trust like that. Even you. Sorry.’

He looked at her and said solemnly that he’d never hurt her, intentionally anyway.

He didn’t specify if he mean emotionally or physically, and she didn’t ask.

She’d remember that promise and hate him even more when she was on the day and half Greyhound bus journey heading back to Dallas on her own after the COMDEX disaster.

She’d given Joe the slip getting in the elevator and luckily been spotted by Donna before she’d gone out God knows where being in the state that she was.

Donna’d eventually got the story from her, taking in the complete state that she was in and took pity on her. Ever the pragmatist, she’d found out Greyhound bus times and prices after a quick phone call from the front desk implored Cam to wait for her to come back.

Terrified that Joe would try to find her and talk her down, Donna'd suggested that she hide in the sumptuous ladies’ toilets near the main restaurant, and it also gave Cam a chance to clean up some. Then Donna risked both Gordon and Joe’s wrath when she went back to the room to get Cam’s bag.

Donna'd even lent her $80 bucks added to the $50 she already had for the ticket and some food for the long trip.

It was much later that she realized what a good friend Donna had been that day and being impressed by her technical ability offered her a job at her fledgling company.

Cam knew she was a free agent as before she stole the coders away from Cardiff, YoYo’d overheard Gordon telling another engineer that she’d left Texas Instruments and was worried she was bored at home.

But that was all to come in the next few weeks and months.

Neither Cam nor Joe would believe that was what fate had in stall for them, especially after the weekend they’d just had.

In fact, their relationship seemed to be going from strength to strength.

They curled up together, as they had many times over the last two days, sated and happy and looking forward to the next week of getting the Giant ready for COMDEX.

(Cam 7 - Joe 6 – Weekend Total: Cam 17 - Joe 11)

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Notes:

Finally! Thanks for those who stuck through to the end.
I hope you enjoyed this preamble around this fun time in their relationship, before everything went wrong for our heroic duo.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of HACF: Cam & Joe: A Time-Spanning Rollercoaster Romance