I do not own DiP, but if I did these two would be together. Enjoy!
"You should try it you know. Love," Camille cursed herself inwardly. What had she been thinking? Richard wasn't interested in her, she knew that and it killed her. Suddenly a hand grabbed hers, and she was pulled into an alleyway. She gasped, and brought her hand up to hit the person, but stopped as she made out the guilty embarrassed face of DI Richard Poole.
"Richard! Sir! What are you doing?" She ground out, through gritted teeth, her accent thickening. Richard flushed slightly, and shuffled awkwardly. He mumbled something Camille couldn't quite catch.
"What?" He looked her straight in the eye, emotion flickering in and out of his.
"I'm trying what you suggested," Richard replied quietly, not breaking eye contact.
"What?" Camille repeated, confusion evident in her eyes.
"You suggested I try love, and that's what I'm doing," Before Camille could say anything else Richard placed his hands on her cheeks, and pressed his lips softly and tentatively to hers. Her eyes flickered shut, and she kissed Richard back slowly, sensing his fear and nervousness. She opened her mouth slightly, and their tongues touched, pulling back instantly, as an electric shock ran through their bodies. They pulled apart, slightly breathless, and stared at each other nervously. During the kiss, Camille's hands had come to rest on Richard's chest, and his arms were round her waist.
"Richard..."
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done that," Richard broke his grip on her waist and went to move away, but Camille grabbed his hand, pulled him closer and kissed him squarely on the mouth. He tasted of tea, strongly, something she'd been too surprised to notice in the first kiss. She tasted of the beer she had drunk earlier, and ... and something that was purely Camille. She broke away, and looked into his eyes. The emotion that had been flickering in and out of his eyes was there. She knew what it was, but couldn't believe it. This gave her the courage to bring her hand up and brush his hair from his face.
"I love you," She whispered. Richard's face turned from shock, either from Camille's kiss or the whole situation in general, to pure joy in a split second, and broke out into a radiant smile. She gasped as he pressed his lips against hers, the kiss deeper and more passionate than the other two, love obvious in it. She kissed him back gripping his shirt, and pulling him closer. They broke apart. breathless, and Richard finally confessed his true feelings.
"I love you, Detective Sergeant Camille Bordey," She smiled, and he pressed his lips to hers, sealing his confession with a kiss.
