God Save the Queen

Steve Fox/Cammy White

A/N: So, there's been a lot of SFXT in my house...it eventually became my life. And, as most of us fanfiction authors know: great crossover games make for even better crossover couples.

That was when the thought for Steve and Cammy occurred to me, and I thought I'd try it out!

The title is only because they're both British, as you probably thought.

Ships: Steve Fox of Tekken/Cammy White of Street Fighter

Rating: Mature, for further chapters.

Let's commence with the storytelling, mates!

~~1~~

The cold street was of no comfort. The dark pavement was drenched in rain, the liquid crystals abandoned their home of origin in the coal-colored clouds.

Steve would have noticed all of this, if he wasn't laid out on the dirty sidewalk that dove into an alleyway. The dumpster smelled dreadful, but at least his assaulter was gone.

The Professional Boxer could have taken him, on any given day, but he and five other guys just wasn't fair. Still, Steve's not a whiner, so he whipped them best he could. But that was no help—there was just too many of the bastards.

Why they had jumped him? He had not the slightest clue. If they had been with the Mafia, they would have taken him away. They said nothing, just surrounded Steve and let him have it.

Maybe it was a grudge they had? Are they related to a boxer Steve beat? Do they just not like blondes?

One of those had to be it.

He lifted himself of the harsh concrete, finally, he found his strength, and he had his torso off the ground when something cracked, and gravity snatched him back to his original position. He groaned, this sucks, and at least tried to get comfortable if he was going to be here a while.

Some people had walked by, but no one seemed to notice him. He would have asked for help, but that wasn't good for his image. He wouldn't care about his image if people weren't so judgmental these days. He already caught enough crap, like he needed this.

"Hello? Is anyone back here? I heard noises..."

Steve had his back to the holder of the womanly voice, dusted with a British accent and smooth like liquid silk. He twitched a tad, asking himself if he should say anything.

"Oh dear..." The woman moved closer to Steve, "What happened to you? You look hurt..."

"Looks aren't always deceiving..." Steve managed to say.

The woman knelt down to Steve's level and gently took his shoulder. "I'm going to turn you over, mate. Just warning you, in case something hurts." She put more pressure on him as she moved him slowly, so that he was lying on his back. "Oh my..." the woman thought, shooing her blush away. "Are you alright?"

"No...I think not." Steve tried to sit up, but he cried out a little at the pain. It felt a lot like someone trying to break him in half.

The young woman put her hand at the small of his back, and holding onto his shoulder, she supported him. It was dark, and nighttime at that, but she could see his beautiful features with the help of the natural and artificial lights that were around. She couldn't see all of his face, but she liked a lot of what she did see. "What happened to you...?"

"I was jumped by about six bastards...it's nothing though, I should be fine by tomorrow..."

"Not if you're laying here all night, you're not. How long ago did this happen?"

"I dunno...maybe half an hour...?"

"You poor dear...can you stand?"

"I haven't tried...but I doubt so."

"Come on...I'll help you." The lady stayed supporting his back, holding him firmly as she helped him to stand. "It's alright, you can lean on me all you need to. I don't mind."

"You're a strong woman..." Steve said in awe and respect.

The lady giggled. "I've...had some training."

She helped Steve to walk, just far enough into the light. "Goodness...he's even more handsome in the light...oh dear, Cammy, what are you doing? You need to focus on helping this dear, not how attractive he is..." She blushed and shook her head.

"Everything alright?" Steve asked as she guided him down the sidewalk.

"What? Oh, yes, everything is fine. I was just, um...thinking about something."

Steve nodded at her and smiled. She was a very beautiful woman...very sexy, too. He smiled a bit wider. "So, stranger, what's you're name?"

"Oh, terribly sorry for not mentioning it earlier. I'm Cammy."

"Cammy White?"

"Yes...how did you know?"

"I'm from here, in England. I hear about you quite often." He was going to mention she wore a lot less clothes when he first saw her, but he saw that as inappropriate. She was wearing pants an a shirt now, and that was that.

"Oh? Small world, then." She smiled beautifully, "And I know you of course."

"Do you?"

"Well, yes, I had to get a better look at you in the light, but I'm pretty sure you're that dashing boxer, Steve Fox, who's known as Europe's best."

"I am Steve Fox," Steve grinned, "Small world indeed." He didn't skip over the fact she called him dashing either. And the way she said it, well, this probably wasn't the first time she referred to him as such. He was enjoying the flattering, when his head throbbed and he groaned a little.

"Steve? Just relax, alright? It's not too far from here..."

He was going to ask were she was taking him, but his head clouded and he blacked out.

~~...~~

Cammy sat in her window sill, watching as the rain met the pavement. It was raining a lot in London as of late, and she had mixed feelings about the so-called gloomy weather.

She liked the look of rain. It was really pretty, like tiny little diamonds that someone threw down from the sky, that were so delicate, they smashed into tinier diamonds whenever they came into contact with something. She liked the way it felt on her skin, like a shower, almost.

But she did not like the mood rain set, how everyone walked a bit slower down the street. How when people died, rain made everything sadder. How rain ruined weddings.

She sipped from her warm cup of tea, the steam filling her nostrils and clearing out her sinuses. She wondered if Steve liked tea. And if he did, what kind was his favorite?

Since last night, she'd been thinking a lot about Steve. Not only because he was sleeping in her bed, but because...there was just some charm to him, a charm that she liked. It made her blush, though, and she did not like that feeling. But it gave her a warm feeling in the pit of her belly, and made her smile.

She heard him groaning from the other room and decided he needed to be tended to. It must have been uncomfortable for him to sleep in so many clothes...but she knew she couldn't handle undressing him. She might've done something she would regret.

"Steve?" Cammy pushed open the door. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yeah...I'm alright." He grinned, "I told ya I'd be better by now."

Cammy giggled and walked inside, sitting by the foot of the bed. "You gave me quite a scare last night, Steve..."

"I didn't mean to frighten you..." Steve sighed, "I'm sorry, mate."

"It's fine, really. At least you're okay now. Would you like anything? For your head, maybe?"

Steve slicked his hair back with his hand, noticing the blood that dripped from his forehead was gone. Cammy patched up all his wounds... "Nah, my head's fine. Maybe I should just head home and have a shower."

"You could shower here..." Cammy said, blushing brightly, "I just...I don't know if you're alright to walk out there alone, yet. You were pretty bad last night..."

Steve looked at Cammy's eyes, the blue hues deepened with concern. "Well...alright. I had a suitcase...did you...?"

"It's right over there, near my closet." Cammy played with one of her braids. She was a little nervous, and as a result, she realized just how tight around her legs her jeans are. "The uhm...bathroom is the second door across the hall from here."

"Alright, thank you."

Cammy nodded. "If you need anything at all, I'll be in the kitchen."

Steve smiled at her and nodded. "Thank you, Cammy."

She blushed at his beautiful smile and smiled back. "You're welcome, Steve..." She turned around and left the room.

Cammy sighed as she leaned on the stove. "Smooth move, Cammy. You looked like an idiot in there. I can only imagine how red my face was..." She looked to all the pots and pans. "I guess I'll make him something to have for breakfast. He probably missed his dinner last night, since he was out there for so long a while..."

While she was cooking, making some simple eggs and pancakes, she caught herself having weird thoughts. "Goodness...Steve's in my shower...I can only imagine what that looks like...Dammit Cammy, you should have undressed him last night. He just walks around all day long with his...powerful chest and...strong arms..." She coughed, making sure it was away from the food. "God, if he knew what you were thinking about, you little she-perv..."

She fetched two plates to put the food on, and while she was stretching up to shut the cabinet, she peeked over her shoulder and saw Steve emerging from the bathroom, wet and completely naked, save for a green towel that drooped lazily around his hips.

Cammy was helpless, she stared him down, blush flooding her face.

Steve turned, noticing Cammy's eyes on him.

She closed the cabinet and turned around, tending to the food once more.

He grinned at her, then stepped into Cammy's room, to dress.

"Damn, Cammy...what the hell was that?" She scolded herself. Then it occurred to her. "Steve Fox is naked in my room..." She squealed a little and covered her mouth. She had already looked like enough of an idiot today. Like Steve needed to hear her fantasizing.

Steve came out of her room, stretching as he came toward her.

"How was your shower?" She noticed what she said and quickly added, "Did it help at all?"

"Yeah, it felt great." Steve smiled, "Thank you, for everything."

"Don't even mention it, mate," She smiled, "I made you some breakfast, figuring you might be a little starved."

"Aw, Cammy," He smiled, "You didn't have to do that."

"No, no, 'twas my pleasure, Steve. I already had mine, you can make yourself at home. The syrup, if you want more, is in the second cabinet from the right. I'm going to go shower. I'll be out in a few." She smiled and went to her room.

Steve sighed contentedly. Maybe he should do it. He should ask her out. He really felt something about Cammy, something that made him smile even more than usual. He felt so...at home with her. He couldn't think of anything he wanted more than to have her...in all ways possible.

Cammy stripped down once she'd entered the bathroom. She was going to lock the door, it was just a habit, though she lived alone. And with Steve here, shouldn't that give her a good reason this time? But...something stopped her. Maybe it's because she wanted Steve to come in...She felt a twitch in her 'feminine area', and she realized that never in her entire lifetime had that happened before. She blushed and pulled the curtain back, and she smelled something. It smelled so...husky. Then she remembered, she smelled the same thing when she was helping Steve last night. It was Steve's natural scent, and it was the most stimulating smell that Cammy had ever come into contact with. She even moaned a little, it was so concentrated and she wanted to bathe herself in it.

As she loosened her braids and let her long hair flow freely behind her, she stepped into the shower, and closing her eyes, she took in the scent and let the water run down her naked skin.

Steve had finished the meal Cammy gave him and he was waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. "She's been in there a long while..." Steve saw a quick flash of her naked run through his mind, and he gasped a little. Did he really just see that?

Cammy eventually came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and hair braided, as she approached Steve.

"Cammy," Steve began, "There's something I want to ask you, dear."