Peter stood there stunned as Camilla spoke to him about robbing two people something they truly want. He wasn't sure if he should speak but he uttered the phrase "I see" and she continues on he couldn't believe what he just heard how she's practically naked under her raincoat. He reaches for her as she did with him and they kiss passionately like the first time they did on that bench nearly two weeks ago. He pulls back his heart racing, his mind whirling and he said it again. "I love you." She smiles her shy smile but something inside her made her whisper it too. Then she whispers in his ear as they kiss again to take her back to his place.
She's been to his place once before to drop the whiskey off, but that was months ago. As they cut through the city streets people notice that they were together again and some nods in approval and men were clapping him on the back because it was Poplar's worst kept secret. He opens the door to his flat, and it's exactly how she remembers it, small, everything has its place but perfect for a single person. It was neat and tidy, she notices that his whiskey was still there, but that wasn't on either of their minds. He takes her in his arms and kisses her softly. Slowly, he removes her raincoat, and he smirks a tiny bit. "There's got to be a good story behind why you are out of uniform."
"I'll explain soon." She whispers. It was the least thing on her mind, and she pulls him closer to her body. Her hands slides under his coat, pulls it off him, then his tie was removed next and her hands shook once she tugs his shirt free from his pants to unbutton it. He steadies her hands with his, and helps her to unbutton the shirt he pulls it off with a toss it's onto a chair next to the bed. He pulls her in feeling the heat resonating off her body, their lips meet again, he pushes her shift off up over her head. Then he carries her to the bed, a whole new sensation, and away to explore each other. She moves with him, their bodies connecting, moving in a rhythm that was beautiful dance. His eyes close and his heart races when he could hear her moaning his name, and they move together in a peak with their lovemaking. "I love you, Peter."
Those words, the words he wanted to hear, he's felt this way since their first date. Really, he fancied her since she moved to Poplar. He's seen her around and was too shy to even ask her out. Yet, when she crashed into him he knew it was fate that brought them together. Peter held her in is arms as she dosed off and slept soundly. It was an hour or so after they made love which her eyes flutters open and realizes that the day was upon them. She did reach for her watch and looks at it only to discover that an hour has pass since they reunited. Peter turns to pull something out of his night stand, it was a small velvet ring box, he had bought it weeks ago hoping to ask after he met her mother but that fell through. He hadn't the heart to take it back to the store as his heart was torn in two, and hoping on hope that some way they would reconnect. Now he holds it for her to see, his voice was low and asks her to marry him. Their fingers intertwine as he slips it on she's crying as he hold her and whispers. "I love you, Camilla."