A/N: Hey! This is my new Kendall/Camille fic:) I've never really written this pairing before (well, not written it to last at least, I had them hook up like once) so I figured I'd give it a try. This first chapter is gonna be in songfic form to Samuel Larsen's Feel Alive, but after that it's just gonna be a normal story (but if you really like the songfic, tell me and I might do a couple other chapters). That's all for now!
*~*~Story timee~*~*
Camille slid the door to her apartment open slowly, letting the cool night air brush over her skin. She stepped out onto the hard cement, the roughness scratching against her bare toes. Brushing some hair out of her face, she thought of how these meetings had become the highlight of her days, or, rather, nights. Her career was going nowhere, her days filled with slow and boring circles of auditions and rejections. Her relationship, which had been rekindled with Logan, was dull, him constantly warning that they needed to take i slow. Nothing pulled her out of her comfort zone or pushed her boundaries the way these meet ups did.
A smile broke across Camille's face as she watched the outline of Kendall's lanky body climbing down the fire escape, and she crossed her arms over here chest, thinking that there were some advantages to having a first floor apartment.
Kendall shook his head of thick, shaggy blonde hair and looked across the water. He saw Camille already on the other side, making her way away from her back door and closer to the edge of the legendary Palm Woods pool. Kendall glanced back up at the window he'd crept out of, envying Camille in her not having to climb down that dreaded skinny rusty ladder.
Kendall's green eyes lit up as he walked slowly around the pool. His recording sessions and concerts had gotten old, the daily schemes with the boys growing more and more routine and less exciting. Jo leaving had left him feeling numb, and before these nights, he'd begun to wonder if he'd ever get his fire back.
Tell me tell me
Why I can't have you
And tell me tell me
What should I do?
A small twinge of regret flared up in the pit Kendall's stomach as he stalked closer to Camille, watching her bite her lip and beckon him towards her. He tried to shrug it off as he always did, but really, he knew that what they did was wrong. Camille was taken, and by one of his very best friends at that. A kind and loyal boy, who would never cheat, never betray a friend. Yet there he was, sneaking out with that same boy's girlfriend. He just prayed Logan would never find out. What he didn't know, couldn't hurt him.
Tell me tell me
What you are feelin' girl
And tell me tell me
What you need girl
Camille licked her lips as Kendall close the gap between them, pressing his hips to hers and sliding his hands around her waist. His bright green eyes glinted in the moonlight, a mischevious glance thrown at her that never felt to give her chills. Of course she liked Logan, of course Logan was a great boyfriend. Logan just couldn't give her everything she needed. Kendall could. Logan didn't give her crazy high. Kendall did. Logan wasn't electric. Kendall was.
Feel my heart beating fast
I've found somebody at last
Fire seemed to burn Kendall's shoulders where Camille's fingers ran over them, pressing against the tense muscles. All of the stress and pressure he felt was released as he pressed his lips harshly against hers, tension powering the kiss. Jo had never made him feel that much, in fact, no girl had ever made him feel the way Camille did. Every second with Camille was loaded with pressure, chemistry, and emotion. It was like a drug; the rush he got from her was hard to beat.
I want you to be mine
You make me feel so damn alive
It pissed Kendall off that he couldn't have Camille. The fact that they even had these meetups was proof enough that Camille wasn't getting what she needed from Logan, and that she should just end it with him. The anger fueled him, however, and whatever kind of relatioship they had thrived off of it. His hands roamed up Camille's back and pulled tightly on her soft brown curls, his knuckes turning white from the tense grip.
Of course, if Kendall could've, he would've made Camille choose. It would be better for his own sanity. Still, he was afraid she would choose Logan. Sanity wasn't an issue when he was so addicted to his hot little drug.
Well I know I know
That it's the wrong time
Well I know I know
It feels so right
Some things Camille couldn't explain, and one of them was Kendall. She knew it would crush Logan if she dumped him for another guy, and she knew her relationship with Logan was a good thing. A happy, nice, and sane boyfriend was the cherry on top of her bright smile and mascara clumpy lashes. Logan fit into her life just right, no mess. Kendall, on the other hand, only had one place left to go, and that was these meetings late at night. As her boyfriend's best friend, he didn't fit anywhere into the life she had visible to the world. Them being together was messy, and just not right. The issue was, when he bit her lip and growled into her ear, it made her feel things she never thought she would. She smiled as he did just that, her hand sliding onto his chest and pulling at the fabric of his t-shirt.
Well I know I know
That I could make you happy
Well I know and I know and I know
That you're just not ready
Kendall moved a hand to her thigh, letting it work its way up and slide under her skirt and between her legs. His thumb massaged the skin at the top of her inner thigh, where he was just barely allowed. A slip of his finger and he'd be up in places where Logan never went, which was one of Camille's main complaints about the all-too-brainy boy. As his finger traced along the edge of her underwear, he knew that they'd never be able to be public about this, even after she and Logan ended it. It was far too frowned upon, which was part of why it was so exciting. The location of his hand also helped in that department.
Feel my heart beating fast
I've found somebody at last
Camille gasped as she felt Kendall slip a finger under her underwear, but she didn't move;he was allowed. She held the back of his neck, their foreheads pressed together and their heavy breathing hot on each other's faces.
I want you to be mine
You make me feel so damn alive
Her breath hitched as Kendall's finger entered her, pulling slowly in and out. She kissed his neck tenderly, making sure not to leave any unexplainable hickeys. They had to do well keeping their secret under wraps. Her hands gripped and pulled his air as he pushed deeper; if feeling was what Camille had been searching for, she had sure gotten it.
I know it may seem cliche
But no one's made me feel this way
Whenever you shed a tear
You know I'll be standing here
Kendall slowly pulled his finger out of Camille, looking deep into her eyes. There was a pain there, the pain of rejection. Camille had already confessed that it was him, not Logan, that she'd like at first, resulting in her slapping him. She'd thought he seemed unattainable, which he didn't understand coming from a girl as beautiful as her. Then Jo came along, crushing any chances she might've had. It killed him that she thought she'd had to settle, when what both of them really wanted was each other.
I know it may seem cliche
But no one's made me feel this way
When it's just you and I
You make me feel so alive
Camille returned Kendall's steady but passionate gaze. She let herself get lost in his eyes, so green they were almost yellow, and the way his hair cast a shadow over his face.
Before she had a moment to collect her thoughts, she felt her body hitting the cool water of the pool, not heated at night, with a pair of strong arms wrapped around her. This was another great thing about hanging out with Kendall. Not only was it hot and intense, but it was fun, adventurous, and carefree. One minute she was getting fingered, the next, dragged into a pool. She just never knew.
Feel my heart beating fast
I've found somebody at last
Kendall laughed and put an arm around Camille's shoulders, pulling her up and out of the water. They were both fully dressed and completely drenched, hair falling int their faces in stringy clumps. Camille grinned and wiped her eyes, her makeup running down her face like black tears.
"Climbing back up that ladder is gonna be a bitch in soaking skinny jeans," Kendall said witha smile.
"Hey," Camille replied, "you brought this upon yourself."
I want you to be mine
You make me feel so damn alive
Kendall pulled her close, kissing her slowly and deliberately. His toungue pushed forward into her mouth, her hand holding along his jawline and his on her lower back, which was underwater. Both their lips tasted like chlorine, and they could only imagine how pissed Bitters would be if he saw them. That went for more than just Bitters, however.
"That's true in more ways then one," Kendall muttered after they pulled away from the kiss.
"Maybe what you're thinking of is both our faults," Camille told him. She trailed her fingers through the clear water, silver moonlight sparkling and reflecting off of it, just like Kendall's eyes.
Whosever fault it was, they needed eachother; they needed their little pieces of life.
A/N: So, that's that! Hope you liked it:) Review pretty please! Also, even though he doesn't make an appearance in this chapter, James will be a pretty major character throughout the story. And, obviously Logan too, but that's kind of a given when Camille's involved. We'll see what I think of for Carlos;)