The snake. Luce held it between her fingers, feeling the soft curves of the body, the sharp edge of the forked tongue. Cam had given her this. She could sense him on it. But she wasn't scared.
Cam liked her. Not like Daniel. And he was cute. She smiled, remembering his earnest face when he had first met her. Not like Daniel at all. She ignored the pangs in her heart that screamed out to be near to Daniel and returned her thoughts to Cam. Hands suddenly covered her eyes. Luce yelped in surprise, and was hushed by the stranger.
"Shhh. It's just me. I thought you'd be here."
The hands left her and the person stepped in front of where she stood. It was Cam.
"I see you've still got my gift." Smiling, he stepped forward, a little too close. Luce's heart skipped and she couldn't help noticing the smell of cologne that radiated off him. It was… entrancing to say the least.
"Yes. Thanks. Really appreciate it." Think dammit! Luce's mind was too frazzled by his proximity to create coherent sentences.
Cam took the hand that held the snake pendant and raised it to her chest, their hands the only thing that separated their bodies. "Could I put it on? Just to see what it's like on you?" Luce felt her face heating. She needed some space, before she did something stupid.
"Yeah, go ahead." And then the warmth was gone, replaced by a soft tickle on her neck.
"Let's have a look then." He spun her around so that they faced each other again, very close, she noted, again. She gave him a hopeful smile, but he didn't notice. His eyes were fixed on the snake. "Lovely", he mumbled, but the dark look in his eyes made her think that he wasn't quite talking about the jewellery. Half of her wished that she had worn something that covered a little more, but the rest of her was unhappy about not wearing less.
The snake was slightly askew, Cam had observed. "Let me just fix that." His hand pushed the pendant to the right, so it sat exactly in the centre of her chest, and then casually, grazed her breast when pulling his arm down. Luce lost it. She let out a soft moan, hoping that he wouldn't notice.
His lips formed a smirk, and Luce's stomach flipped in excitement and embarrassment. Those lips of his were so perfect. She wondered what they would feel like on her own. Cam followed her gaze and laughed.
"You're a naughty girl aren't you, Luce? You know you secretly love this."
"And if I do?" Cam was shocked. Never before had she been this forward. And when he said before, he meant really before.
"Then I guess we'll just have to do something about it, right?"
"Like wh-" Luce was about to ask, but Cam pulled her in, and kissed her before she could finish. It was like a rollercoaster, gentle and passionate and sensual all at once. Their lips locked for what seemed an eternity.
Beginning to feel faint, Luce broke the kiss, breath laboured and heart racing. Cams strong arms held her up, the only thing that did when she felt like collapsing. She had never had such an amazing kiss. Hell, she was starting to forget any other kisses she had had.
"Like that?" His smirk was back.
Able to stand on her own feet again, she took control of her senses, gathering all her thoughts.
"Mmmm. Something along those lines." She returned the smirk, teasing him.
Suddenly overcome with bashfulness, she turned away. A finger traced her jaw line, returning her head to face him. "Don't get shy on me now, Luce. We haven't even started yet." Started? Her eyes opened in shock. "You thought that one kiss was all I had to offer? Not quite, my love."
He pushed her away, and she felt the cold marble on her back. Cam's arm's swung around and pinned her between the statue and him. He leaned in and kissed her again, ever deepening. With his tongue, he traced the line of her bottom lip, and when she gasped, took the invitation to enter her mouth.
Luce held Cam's head, her fingers running through his hair. She pulled at it, when he pushed up against her, and groaned. One leg, unconsciously, hooked around his waist, bringing them even closer, so that she could feel, even underneath the thick jean material, the hardness in his pants.
She moaned at the contact, and eyes closed, raised her head to the sky. Cam's tongue went to her neck, leaving a warm trail wherever he licked, that immediately chilled when he left, biting the skin at random. Luce was euphoric, never having felt this kind of lust before.
She didn't notice the dark figure in the distance, watching them. She didn't notice the way Cam turned and sneered at the figure, before going back to caress her. And perhaps, most of all, she didn't notice how the snake around her neck began to burn, leaving a red mark on her skin, that then slowly disappeared, as if seeping into her heart.