A/N: hello, hello :) again a new story, I am sorry for those who are waiting on the others to be updated, it will happen soon, I promise! Now about this one: I randomly wrote some smut yesterday, and then today I decided to make a whole story starting off from here... it starts with a sex scene.. no names.. but now I know it is about James and Camille.. you'll see that in the next chapter but I told you it now so whatever... BUT it's not going to be the only thing in this fic... there will be Cargan and Jendall, too as much as I can see it from now.. but then who knows, right? But I warned you.. it will be a mix.. and if it's not something you like then don't read it.. easy as that.. please review if you like it! Chapter 2 is gonna be up in a minute too! Thanks!

Chapter 1 -

She glanced at him with her brown eyes for quite a long time, it was almost disturbing for him. "What is it?" He asked pulling her a little closer and touching her forehead with his lips.
They were watching an old movie, it seemed like it didn't want to end, but they were nowhere near to being sleepy so they kept on going with it. As his arms wrapped around her the whole time she wondered if anything had changed since their first time together. Yes it did. She heard the voice in her head telling her the answer to the never asked question.
She found the answer herself when she looked up at him and he smiled down at her, then kissed her on the forehead. She was in love with him, she guessed.
To get her mind off of her feelings and to avoid an awkward talking session she grinned, "I'm bored."
He laughed. "Oh." Another kiss was placed on her skin before he said anything. "I think I can change that. I won't let my friend get bored over a movie, or anything."
"What a good friend you are." She said reaching up to drop a chaste kiss on those lips of his that she loved so much. They were so good at any kind of action that she couldn't have ever described it with words.
"That is I am." He teased letting his hand wander down to her skirt and slowly peaking in under the fabric. A friend. He tried to get past the feeling of timidness every time she called him a friend.
Because between friends it wasn't exactly right whatever they said they were doing together, and because he didn't just want to be a friend of hers.
But that was the deal.
Them being friends and having fun together, and not ever growing feelings for each other. Because both of them knew how much a heart can ache, and they promised one another they wouldn't do that to each other.
Their kiss deepened as he calmed himself and as she loosened up, too. It didn't take long for her to get him rid of his shirt and glue her mouth to his perfect chest. She sucked on both of his nipples for a little while, meanwhile one of her hands stroked him through his jeans. Oh he loved whatever she did to him. He groaned and wanted to see her naked and make love to her. It nearly killed him to wait for her to sit up and throw her shirt off. He gasped and bit on his lips lifting his hands and cupping her perfect breasts. "You're so beautiful." He murmured sitting up and pushing the fabric down and taking the right nipple into his mouth. She tilted her head back and moaned. One hand of hers was still on his crotch gripping into the hard erection beneath that she so wanted to feel inside of her. Her other yet free hand climbed up on his bare back to his head and she pulled on his hair.
When he heard her moaning he couldn't resist anymore and pushed her onto the sofa, weighed himself on top of her and went to kiss her deeply and passionately again. With one arm he leaned next to her body, the other one wandered down till he reached the waistline of her skirt. His hand slipped in between her skin and the fabric, he cupped her sex through her panties.
"Mmmm.." she moaned long and loudly. Just then he parted from her and pulled the skirt off of her along with her knickers.
"I need you." He whispered into her ear slowly coming back to her and soaking her in kisses again. The entire time his hand was busy with getting her ready. She enjoyed every second of it, every little sensation he caused. He did it so well.
He knelt between her legs and smiling down at her undid his belt and jeans and quickly got out of every piece of clothing. She couldn't help biting on her lips as she witnessed him undressing. This was one of the best things in the whole thing, she thought always when they arrived to this part.
They had done it before several times but she was always just a little nervous, insecure if he didn't like looking at her, being with her. But that feeling always disappeared when she got to get a glance at his huge cock springing upwards to his belly.
"Oh.." she breathed when he put his weight on her again and spread her legs wider and kissing her all over again. He went south between her breasts, through her stomach and only stopped at her clit. He sucked on that little bud so good, she couldn't imagine anyone could have ever done it better to her. He sucked on it and circled around it with his tongue, with his hands on her inner thighs he held her wide open and dealt with her strong grip on his hair.
"Oh God.." She moaned louder and louder and ever often and he didn't stop till she came all over his mouth.
Within a bink of an eye he was back at her face and admire her just-orgasmed-and-feeling-great expression, and fell in love with her over and over again, with every single breath she let out and with each beat of her racing heart. He was the one doing this to her and it made him proud. She hadn't ever let anyone but him do this to her, and he couldn't imagine a day without wanting to taste her and giving the world to her.
WIth that thought he pushed himself into her and kissed her welcoming many of her moans again.
Yes, he was going to give her the world, tonight, tomorrow, every night, every day. Even if she was never going to see how much he loved her, he didn't plan on giving up.
It felt different for her. It was deeper and better and she wasn't comfortable with the oh so many feelings she had. But damn, she loved it. She enjoyed it with her every being and she didn't want to be without him, not for a day in her remaining life.
She wished she only could have told him.