Author's note; Don't usually do these but I wanted to mention that I've messed with timelines/events in all shows. Please don't read if you're looking for accuracy, this is a fic for fun only!

August 2003, Las Vegas

Lieutenant Colonel Cameron Mitchell stirred and pulled the warm body lying next to him in closer. He grinned as the arse currently resting against his morning hard-on shifted slightly and pushed back on him. He opened his eyes. Sliding his leg in-between hers he rocked his hips slightly and pushed the mass of blonde waves out of the way to run kisses down the back of her neck. He stopped, blinking at the back of her head.

"Is there a problem Cameron?" The cut glass English accent along with the use of his first name made his cock twitch. But something wasn't right.

He tried to force his brain into action despite its current lack of blood flow. "Uh. Weren't you.." His voice was stilted, hoarse. He cleared his throat and shook his head slightly. Shit, how the hell did he ask this without seeming like a complete prick.

"Brunette?" He could hear the smile in her voice.

He closed his eyes again. "Um yeah, not that, uh, you know, the blonde is nice too. Shit, sorry"

She chuckled "You're being painfully polite this morning Cameron"

He wished she'd stop using his first name like that, not only was it making it hard to think with anything but his dick, but he'd suddenly had the horrifying realisation he didn't know hers. And this was not like him, he may indulge in a few one-night stands, but he always knew their names, usually enjoyed breakfast with them after some nice chilled morning sex if they'd let him. He desperately rummaged around his memories, cursing silently as he came up with jack shit. In fact most of last night seemed to be missing and he hadn't drunk that much. Fuck.

"Are you sure?"

"Uh, sure of what?"

"That I was brunette?"

And he couldn't believe that he was having one of the strangest conversations of his life whilst still pressed up naked to the other, very naked, participant. With his still very interested dick so close to her that if she suddenly sneezed he'd be buried inside of her. He groaned quietly.

"Cameron? Are you ok? Perhaps I should check your wound"

"My wound?!" He pulled away from her quickly, too quickly it seemed, as a shot of pain down his side made him hiss. He pushed down the sheets and stared at the large white patch on his stomach. "What the fuck?"

"Yeah, bitch got you pretty good" She went to her knees and looked over the bandage. "At least the bleedings stopped"

He looked at her and groaned. "Please tell me you're older than eighteen?"

She smirked at him. "Really? That's the first question you're going with?"

Cameron glared at her. "Yes"

She sighed, breasts rising and falling in a completely and inappropriately tempting way. "Yes, don't panic. No law breaking here" She smirked at him again. "Unless, of course, you count that thing you did last night which I'm pretty sure is illegal in several states"

He closed his eyes. "Shit"

"That wouldn't be how I would describe it Cameron"

He kept his eyes shut. "Will you cut it out and put some damn clothes on. You've got some explaining to do"

"I think I liked you better horny"

Cameron growled.

"Fine, fine. Knew I should have left before you woke up"

He heard the kettle in the motel room flick on and soon the smell of coffee filled the air.

"Why didn't you?" He still had his eyes shut.

"Why didn't I what?" Her voice was muffled briefly, he guessed she was pulling on her clothes.

"Leave"

"Well, there was your wound, and.." He felt a weight settle on his thighs "..you're cute when you sleep"

Cam snapped his eyes open and glared up at her. "Off"

"No" She grinned at him and proffered a mug of coffee.

Rolling his eyes he took it. "And I'm not cute"

"Uh huh"

"Well that's not what I was going for" He eyed her "And that is not your clothing"

She lightly tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it slightly further down her smooth, bare thighs. "This was easier"

He leant his head against the wall and took a sip. "Fine. Now explanation please"

"Do you remember leaving the bar with that woman, the brunette?"

"Very funny. Yes, kind of"

"Well, she attacked you"

"She did?"

"You don't believe me?"

"She was five foot nothing and probably weighed about a hundred pounds"

"Size isn't everything"

"Cut it out. Keep going"

"Ok, but no interrupting. You can have your breakdown once I'm in the shower"

He raised his brows. "Ok"

"She was a succubus" She held up her hand as he opened his mouth. "No interrupting. Succubus are real, as are many other things that go bump in the night. They take the form of beautiful women in order to seduce human men, when they get them alone they scratch or bite them to get their poison into their victim's blood system, then once it takes effect have lots of incredibly disturbing sex before killing them. I have no idea why they do it, but its a sucky way to go, despite the sex"

She twisted a strand of hair round her finger and took a gulp of coffee. "Even if you manage to get away from them or kill them, once you've been bitten you still need to have sexual release or you'll die. I've been tracking her for a couple of weeks now, didn't realise she'd bitten you until after I'd killed her. I asked you if you had anyone who I could take you to, to you know, release" She grinned at him. "You said no so I brought you back here"

He calmly took her mug and placed it next to his on the bedside then flipped them, pinning her to the bed with his body. She raised a brow.

"Really?" He hissed. "That's the bullshit you're going for"

She sighed. "Believe me I would usually lie and get the hell out of dodge but you happened to let slip you're military. Once you're memories start returning that could mean a whole world of shit for me"

"And why is that?"

"Who knows how far your influence stretches, who owes you favours. If you get curious, start asking around, I could end up with a very much unwanted man hunt on my tail. Plus you could get yourself in trouble…again and I've grown to like you"

Cameron narrowed his gaze. "And if I somehow manage to bring myself to believe you, what do you mean when you say you were tracking her? And don't even get me started on the killing her thing"

She squirmed in his grasp. "That's not part of your story"

He growled. "Stay still. Tell me"

"No, it's none of your damn business"

"Oh but I think it is"

"I killed her because she wasn't a her, she was an it, a thing, that kills people, tortures them. And I track them because that is all I know how to do, it's what I was raised to do"

Cam chuckled darkly. "You telling me that your parents taught you to hunt monsters?"

"Yes" She whispered.

He frowned down at her. "And if I track them down, would they say the same as you?"

She snorted. "Yeah, if they could still talk"

"Excuse me?"

"They're dead. Killed while I was out of town two years ago"

"Please don't tell me a monster did it?" His voice dripped with sarcasm. All of a sudden he was on his back on the floor and she was stepping over him, pulling off his shirt and reaching for her jeans. "Fuck"

"What's the matter Colonel? Got taken out by a girl?" She sneered at him as she pulled on her top.

"Jesus" He pushed himself off the floor. "Ok, so you can look after yourself, doesn't prove anything"

"I'm done trying to prove Cameron" She slung her jacket on. "I shall merely enjoy the fact that when you start remembering you're going to feel like the asshole that you are"

"Hey, come on now"

"Bite me"

"What's your name?"

"Jane"

"Bullshit" He stepped in front of her. "Wait, please. Look, we can sort this out"

"WE don't need to do anything. You needed sex, I gave it to you. Just another hunt finished, another kill under my belt"

"Jesus, who the fuck are you?"

"I tried to tell you, you were a prick"

"Princess?"

She glared at him and slipped past to the door. "Try to work on your taste in women Cameron, it's going to get you killed"

He cursed and went to follow her.

"You're still naked!"

Her voice drifted through the door. He looked down his body.

"Bollocks"

One week later, Colorado Springs

"Ah Lt Colonel Mitchell"

"General Hammond, Sir"

"Welcome to the Prometheus Colonel, you all set to fly some really cool spaceships?"

Colonel Mitchell grinned. "Yes Sir"

"Cameron" She whispered his name and he raised his head from between her legs.

"You ok Princess?"

She reached her hands out towards him. "Please Cameron?"

Smiling he slid up her body, trailing kisses over her soft skin before pressing his lips to hers, allowing her to taste herself. She hummed quietly. As he rolled his hips and pushed inside of her he moaned. She was always so hot and wet, and tight.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, taking him in deeper, and gripped his biceps. "Now Cameron, please?"

"Whatever you want Princess" He murmured. And started to move.

Waiting until she arched up into him, body stilling, rippling around him, breathing his name he allowed himself to let go. As his muscles tensed wave after wave of pleasure hit him, taking his breath away.

Lt Colonel Mitchell slammed upright in bed, trying to catch his breath. "Shit" He looked down at the warm, wet stripes running downing his stomach. "Fuck, fucking succubus, fucking 'whateverhernameis'"

Getting shakily to his feet he made his way to the bathroom to clean up.

Whoever she was she'd been right. As he'd stood in the shower the night after their 'talk' the memories had slammed into him. The stunning brunette who'd become all red eyes and too many teeth, the pain of the bite, beautiful green eyes filled with concern looking down at him and then, sex. A lot of it, a lot of really, really hot sex. Until this week he hadn't had a wet dream since he was fifteen.

"Fuck!" He threw the washcloth back into the sink and stalked back to his bedroom. He hoped to hell he wasn't still cumming in his sleep when he shipped out on the Prometheus.

Shutting off the lights Cam crawled back into bed and pillowed the back of his head on his hands. "Who are you?" He whispered into the dark.

One year later, August 2004.

"Jesus Cam" Major Sheppard ran a hand through his hair. "That was the stupidest fucking thing to do"

Cameron glared at him from his hospital bed. "How about a thank you Shep? You know, thanks for saving our collective arse's, for not letting the bad guys blow up the directions to my really cool new job"

Major Lorne snorted beside John.

"Cameron Mitchell"

They looked at the door. She was propped against the door frame, arms folded. "What did I tell you about picking up strange women in bars?"

He blinked, then grinned at her. "No women this time Princess, promise"

She raised a brow.

"You here to see me?"

She rolled her eyes. "Here to visit a friend. Heard your delightful southern drawl drifting down the corridor" She ran her eyes over him. "You gonna live?"

"Yep"

She nodded. "Good" Offering a lazy salute she left.

"Um, Cam?"

"Believe me Shep, you don't want to know"

"I'm pretty sure I do. Who is she?"

Cameron sighed. "I have no fucking idea"

"Really?"

"Really"

"Yet she seems to know you. What's her name?"

"Sheppard.."

"Wow, wonder if she's related to John?"

He glared at Lorne.

"Come on Mitchell, we're shipping out to our possible deaths tomorrow. Who we gonna tell?"

"I don't know"

"You don't know her name?" Evan raised his brows.

"No. Now drop it"

John grinned. "I'm getting the feeling there's a great story behind this one"

"No bullying the invalid"

Grace closed the door to the private hospital room and turned to face them, placing her hands on her hips.

"I can't believe you let one little witch put all four of you in hospital beds, if I wasn't so pissed at you I'd laugh"

"Little witch!"

"Now hang on!"

"Watch your mouth!"

"Don't speak to me like that!"

She glared at them until they shut up.

"Where is she?"

"Absolutely not Grace" John pointed at her, wincing slightly. "There is no way in hell you're going after her after she did this to us. You sit tight, better yet leave town"

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not stupid and unlike you, John Winchester, I've had to learn to actually come up with kick arse plans. You know, because I can't rely on sheer brute strength and surprising the enemy by simply running towards them yelling"

The man in the opposite bed snorted.

"Laugh it up Dean, but you're the worst. What the hell were you all thinking?"

"Now you listen to me girly, you watch your mouth and stay away from the witch. We'll deal with her soon"

"Right 'cause you did such a good job this time. And besides while we wait for your old bones to heal she'll be claiming other victims. Now, are you going to tell me where she is or do I have to waste another day tracking her?"

"You're a stubborn and disobedient bitch"

Grace stuck her tongue out at Bobby.

"Oh yes, very mature"

Grace eyed the women in front of her as she cursed and pulled against her iron chains. Settling on the floor she combined the ingredients in a small wooden bowl.

"Bitch" She hissed. "I'm going to break every bone in that pretty little body of yours"

Grace smirked at her. "Ah, you think I'm pretty? I'm flattered but I'm afraid I don't really do girls. Especially evil, twisted witches"

The woman screamed at her.

"Any last words? No?" Grace rolled her shoulders. "Furor divina virtute in infernum eam detrude"

She watched with satisfaction as the white smoke engulfed the witch turning her into blood and then ash before she vanished. Grace grinned. The Winchesters and Bobby Singer were always so quick to rush into battle they sometimes forgot to do their research, missing a vital piece of information. Like chilling their chicken feet.

She prodded the bowl thoughtfully, it was still steaming slightly. Her Mother had taught her that spell, among many others, and everything else she would need for a good chance of surviving life as a hunter. As women in a predominately male world they had to learn to do things slightly differently, plan meticulously, triple check their research. Grace had no problem holding her own in a physical fight, and she could shoot as well as any man, but she preferred not to get seven shades of shit kicked out of her by whatever she was hunting.

Her Mother had told her that resorting to blows and kicks must be her last option, and if she did her job right she would never have to.

Rolling to her feet she sighed and ran her thumb over the pendant around her neck. "I miss you" She whispered.

Seven months later, 2005.

Dean cut the engine and looked at the building that currently had hundreds of kids spilling out of its front doors. He tapped the steering wheel, lips pursed in thought. Grace had called, she was heading to Colorado Springs, believing a nest of vampires had recently become active there. She was going to need help with this one and he didn't like the thought of just the two of them going it alone. With his Dad off on his fucking jollies somewhere Dean needed someone he trusted one hundred percent and there was only one other person in the world that had that trust.

He spotted his brother walking down the steps of Stanford smiling down at a pretty blonde. "Shit" He muttered, feeling the guilt of pulling Sam back into the fucked up mess that was hunting twist his gut even more.

Grace sat at the table in her motel room, frowning at her laptop.

The hunt had gone as well as could be expected. The vampires were dead but Sam had a black eye, Dean was missing a slice of skin from his arm and Grace ached from where she'd been thrown against the wall. She'd also been forced to listen to the brothers bicker constantly, leaving their room when it had turned into a full on shouting match. It had gone quiet about half an hour ago so she guessed Dean was off getting drunk somewhere and Sammy would be brooding in the room next to hers.

She sighed and looked down at the name and address still flashing on the screen. Whenever Grace found herself in a town that had a military base she'd hack their system and type in his name. She had no idea why, they'd only met twice and knew absolutely fuck all about each other, but he'd gotten under her skin. Peaked her curiosity. She really hadn't expected to discover he was based in Colorado Springs.

She chewed her lip. "Fuck it"

Cameron frowned at the knock on his door and glanced at his watch. Ten to midnight. He padded over to his front door and opened it. He blinked.

"Uh.."

"As eloquent as ever Colonel Mitchell" She grinned at him. "Was passing through, thought I'd make sure you were still in one piece"

"At midnight?"

"Monsters like the dark"

"Right"

She sighed. "Well, I see you still have all the right bits attached to the right places so I'll be off. Stay safe Cameron"

"Hey, hang on" He looked her over. "You ok Princess?"

"I do wish you would stop calling me that"

"Well, a name would be helpful"

She shifted slightly. "Grace"

"Pretty name"

"I hate it"

Cameron snorted. "You want to come in Grace? You look like shit"

"Gee thanks Cameron"

He grabbed her hand and pulled gently. "Come on, I'll get you a drink and some food"

Grace chewed her lip then nodded. "Ok, but I can't stay long. Need to make sure Dean and Sam don't kill each other before sunrise"

She followed him through to the kitchen and plonked herself down on the table, crossing her legs under her.

"You know, I do have chairs" He handed her a beer.

She rolled her eyes and took a gulp of her drink, watching him prop himself against the counter and look at her curiously. "So, Dean and Sam are your family?"

"Nope, well not blood related anyway, but I guess they're pretty much all I've got these days. Plus Bobby and John.." She frowned slightly "..at least before he decided to disappear"

"Disappear?"

"Yeah, hard-headed bastard. Thinks he's doing it for the good of his sons, keeping them sa…" She blinked. "Uh, actually, I probably shouldn't go into that. So, how's the fancy new job going?"

Cameron's brows shot up in surprise. "And just how do you know I have a new job Princess?"

"I'm stalking you"

"Very funny. Seriously"

"Not telling"

"You're an incredibly frustrating person to try to have a conversation with"

"Thank you"

Cam sighed, and gave up, changing the subject. "So, why are you here?"

"In the Springs? Vampire's"

"You're fucking kidding me right?"

"Nope. Hence the looking like shit, it hurts being thrown against walls"

"Tell me about it" He muttered. "You should stop doing, well, whatever the fuck it is you do. It's obviously dangerous"

"Haven't died yet"

"That is not a good view-point to have Grace"

She shrugged. "Not ready to stop. It gets kinda addictive, and like I said, it was what I was raised to do"

"Yeah, cause that isn't fucked up too"

Grace glared at him and he held up his hands. "Ok, ok. Now, I have a lot of questions.."

"No way"

Cameron frowned and pushed off the counter. "Yes way" He stepped in front of her forcing Grace to tip her head back to look at him "First one, why are you here? And I don't mean the Springs"

She shrugged again. "Fancied some company and Dean and Sam are arguing like an old married couple"

"Uh huh, and?"

"And you know what I do.." Her brow furrowed. "..kind of, so I don't have to try to concentrate on making up cover stories"

"Why do I get the feeling that the more I find out the more confused and frustrated I'll be"

"Because you're incredibly astute?"

"I see your stunning wit survived your contact with the wall"

"Thank you"

Cam closed his eyes in a small prayer for some extra patience and snapped them open again as her legs wound round his thighs. He tried to look serious. "No Grace. Absolutely not"

She tilted her head and pouted up at him. "Why?"

"Because.." He cleared his throat and tried again, ignoring her smirk. "Because, you're exhausted and wired from a fight, and, well, you're, uh…"

"Do you not find me attractive Cameron?" She trailed a finger down his chest.

"Will you stop, Jesus. And, of course, you're very, uh, nice looking"

"Just nice?" She used her hold on his thighs to drag herself closer, her stomach pushing against his crotch, the rest of her still tipped back to look at him. His dick twitched at just the thought of the muscle control she needed to hold that position.

"Please tell me you're a young-looking thirty year old?"

"Oh God, that's what is still bothering you?"

"Grace?"

She huffed. "Fine, you need to minus nine from what you were hoping for"

He did a quick calculation. "Shit, you're twenty-one?! Shit!' Cam tried to step away but her legs locked around him.

"You'll notice that I'm not asking your age?"

"Because you're not, well, way too old to sleep with a twenty-one year old! Let go, before I make you"

"Nope. You're hot when you get all mad, you know that?"

He rubbed his temples. "Fuck. That means you were nineteen when we.."

"Just actually"

"Oh God"

"So, you know, it can only go up from here. My age that is"

He glared at her. "And so will mine. And this is not funny"

"I really don't see what the problem is Cameron. You know most men would jump at the chance of no strings sex with someone younger than them"

He crossed his arms. "Well, not me so let go"

She shifted slightly and smirked at him. "Your dick says otherwise"

"Of course it bloody does, a hot young woman is currently pressed up against it! Stop wiggling!"

"Getting harder to think with your upstairs brain Cameron?"

He growled. Stupid traitorous cock, and now his 'upstairs brain' was joining in. Flashes of soft, smooth skin, hot mouth, plump breasts, sweat slicked bodies…"Shit!"

Cameron jumped as she nipped at his throat, body now pressed fully against him, rolling gently, rubbing the fabric of his sweats against his dick. He slid his hands into her hair as she ran her tongue up his neck. He groaned. "I am definitely going to hell"

Grace hummed against his damp skin. "Three and a bit years ago you would have gone to hell, now your going.."

"Shut up" He pulled her head back with her hair and pressed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue in her mouth. He swallowed her moan as she rolled her hips against him, small, soft hands running up his back under his t-shirt.

She pulled back and raised a brow as he slid his hands under her arse and lifted her up. "I'm not fucking you on my kitchen table Princess" He brushed his lips over hers. "At least, not this time"

"How very presumptuous of you Colonel"

Cam walked the down the hall towards his bedroom. "You already came back once. I must be awesome"

Grace rolled her eyes and dipped her head, nipping at his ear lobe. "No lovely sex drugs this time though"

"I'll try to do my best"

He stepped into his bedroom and came to a stop. "Baby, you're gonna have to unwrap yourself from me if you want to lose clothing"

Grace sighed and unwound her limbs as he set her on the floor.

"Now" He ran a finger across her throat and stepped back. "Strip for me"

She tilted her head and looked at him, then shrugged her jacket off her shoulders. Expecting her to pull off the cropped t-shirt she had on next he raised a brow as she reached for the fly of her jeans. Smirking at him a little Grace pushed them down and kicked them off, over her shoes. Cam growled quietly. He hadn't noticed the shoes under the flare of her jeans. They were black, and pointy, and high, and shiny, and paired with the red lace thong now exposed to him, made him want to do incredibly bad things to her.

"Cameron?"

He raised his eyes, the t-shirt was gone, a matching bra cupping her breasts, red lace finishing just below her nipples. Cameron's mouth watered. She raised a hand to her head, further exposing one of her breasts, and unclipped her hair. Blonde waves tumbled out and around her shoulders, tips curling over her nipples. Cam inwardly groaned. By the lamp light she looked like some kind of goddess. A really hot and slutty one.

"Stop"

Grace stilled her movements, thumbs hooked in the top of her panties. She licked her lips.

"The rest is mine" He felt his skin heat and palms begin to sweat with the anticipation.

She pulled her thumbs out, leaving the thong in place and nodded. "Yes, it is"

Another quiet growl broke free of his chest and he moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "Come here Princess" As she walked slowly towards him, all tanned, soft curves and red-hot lace he realised that now it was clear she was getting what she wanted she was happy to let him take the lead, dominate the situation. Smiling slightly, he wondered how far she'd let him take it.

"Do I amuse you Colonel?"

Cameron brought his attention back to the present and found her standing between his legs, lace covered crotch at eye level. He brushed his fingers across her stomach. "At times" He placed a gentle kiss over her naval. "But not now"

"Hmm. And what would you have me do now Cameron?"

His dick twitched and, suddenly, there were too many answers to that question, too many things he wanted to do. Cam took a breath, trying to slow his racing mind. He cupped the back of her knee, encouraging her foot onto the bed and running a finger over the shoe.

"As hot as these are they're going to have to come off soon. Don't want you toppling over, or taking my eye out"

She huffed a breath above him then sighed quietly as he kissed and nipped his way up the inside of her thigh. Unable to resist any longer he ran his tongue between her legs, enjoying the sensation of soft lace and smooth skin. He grinned at her whimper and ran a finger under the thong, groaning as he found smooth, bare skin. "Forgotten about that"

"Glad I can still surprise you"

Cam nipped at the lace then pulled back, dragging his tee over his head before lying back on the bed, keeping his feet on the floor. He gestured to his face. "Up here"

He growled as she reached for the waistband of her underwear. "Leave it on" And then she was crawling on to the bed and up and over his body until he was looking up at strong tanned thighs and soaking wet red lace. "Shit baby, so wet already"

"Uh huh"

Gripping her hips he pulled Grace down until he could suck on the material, moaning at her taste. She whined above him and rolled her hips into his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, ok" Pulling at the thong until the material slid between her folds Cam ran his tongue over her. Hot, wet swirls, slicking over smooth skin and lace, rough now it was soaked with his saliva and her arousal. He tugged on it again, dragging it over her clit. She moaned and pushed down.

"Please Cameron"

He gave in. Shoving the underwear to one side Cam placed his lips over her clit and suckled gently before flicking it with his tongue. Grace's hips jolted forward and he was rewarded with more warm and wet. He moaned and brought his thumb up to circle her while his tongue pushed in deeper, chasing her taste.

"So close" She whispered.

His groan was lost deep inside her, and he increased the pressure and speed of his circling, and pushed his tongue in as far as he could, swirling against the sensitive flesh inside of her. And then she was cumming. A rush of wet into his mouth, a burst of her taste and beautiful little mewling gasps. Lapping at her gently, easing her through the last waves of pleasure Cameron reached behind her and grabbed the base of his dick. He was pretty sure he could cum just by getting her off but he wanted to explore more and then he wanted in her. Sliding out from under her and standing he pushed his now slightly damp sweats off, groaning quietly as cool air hit his cock.

"On your back baby, make yourself comfortable"

Looking down at her laid out on his bed, pupils blown and cheeks flushed, he idly wondered what it would take to get this girl to stay.

"Cam?"

He shook his head and smiled down at her, slipping off the shoes. She raised a brow as he massaged slow, strong circles over her feet. "That's a marvellous way to send me to sleep Cameron"

Cam frowned at her and reached up to slide the, now probably totally ruined, thong down her legs. "You owe me a new one Colonel" She murmured.

He smirked at her and dropped it over the edge of the bed before leaning in to press a chaste kiss to her lips. Cam groaned as her hand wrapped around him, thumb running over the head on every slow, tortuous down stroke. He deepened the kiss, allowing her to find the last of her taste in his mouth, and gently thrust his hips.

Grace tightened her grip and, oh shit, started twisting gently. He broke the kiss and smacked her hand away. "Enough. I'm not done yet"

She pouted up at him. "Don't I get to taste you?" A little more pre-cum dribbled down his length and he groaned.

"Not yet" Cam was pretty sure his own cock hated him a little right now. Pushing out thoughts of having her mouth sliding down him Cameron dipped his head and ran his tongue round her nipple. Grace sighed contentedly and ran her fingernails through his hair, causing him to give a quiet growl. Sucking gently before releasing her he moved his head to the other breast. Lace tickled his chin.

He sat back. "This needs to come off too Princess"

She smirked up at him. "It's front fastening Cameron"

"Is that so?" He ran his fingers over the front of her bra, gaze narrowing. It was her turn to smack his hand away. He growled.

"Watch Cameron"

He knelt above her, drinking in the sight of damp, pink nipples peeking over red lace. Her thumb and forefinger of each hand lightly gripped the bow at the front and gently pulled. As the ribbon slid through its own loops, unfurling in her hands he licked his lips, gaze darkening. And then it was free from itself and she was still pulling. Red lace giving way to more tanned skin, this time plump and firm, goose bumping under his stare.

He gripped her wrists and she dropped the ribbon. Moving her hands above her head Cameron moaned quietly as her breasts were pulled up and forward for him. Returning his mouth to her his tongue darted out, teeth nipped and lips suckled until she was panting under him. Shifting so he held both her wrists in one of his hands he slid the other between their bodies.

Curling his fingers inside of her and rubbing slow hard circles over her clit Cam ran his mouth up to her neck. He groaned in her ear as strong muscles rippled round his fingers and pulsed against his hand.

"Yeah, cum for me again baby. You're so beautiful when you do" He sped up his circling and slowly thrust in and out of her, still curling, gun callous' scraping against sensitive flesh. And then his fingers were trapped as she arched into his hand and breathed his name in between those amazing little gasps that he knew he was already addicted to. Releasing her wrists he rolled over and pulled open the drawer on his bedside.

"Cameron?" She was blinking at him, cheeks still flushed from her orgasm.

He grabbed a foil packet and turned back to her, brushing his lips against hers. "Still here Princess. Not quite ready for little versions of me yet"

Grace smiled lazily at him. "Right, good plan"

Cam moaned a little as he rolled the condom down and sternly reminded his cock it wasn't fifteen anymore. He settled between her legs and dipped his head for another kiss, enjoying the way she opened up for him, let him claim her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped his biceps. He groaned at the flashback of his wet dreams months earlier.

Slowly pushing inside of her he gave a small prayer of thanks for the thin layer of latex that was currently helping him not cum right then and there. She was so hot and tight, swollen and wet from his earlier attentions. "God, you feel so good baby"

She hummed and squeezed his body gently with her thighs. "Move Cameron"

He brushed her lips with his own. "Demanding aren't you?"

"Uh huh" She tightened her muscles around him.

He moaned quietly and began to move. Slow, gentle thrusts, letting her get used to him, letting him regroup, catch his breath. Sliding her legs even further up his body Grace took him in deeper with a breathless little gasp of his name. Her hands gripped his arms a little harder. Cam grit his teeth and buried his face in her neck. He needed to make this last, he was pretty sure she'd be gone by morning.

"Let go Cameron" She fluttered around him.

"Fuck" He fought the urge to just slam into her.

"Cameron, I want to cum with you inside me which means you need to fuck me hard now"

"Jesus" He raised his head, looked down at her.

She smiled and released his arms, pulling him down for a kiss, tongue sliding over his. His hips jolted forward. Grace hummed. "Take what you need. I'll follow"

His thrusts were hard and fast, his control slipping away in the ecstasy of her heat, the moans of his name. His body sliding over hers, sweat, and saliva, and arousal slicking between them. He growled as his balls tightened and his muscles began to tense. "Fuck, baby I.."

Her nails dug into his back, glorious pain over the pleasure. She pulled him over the edge with her, wave after wave of pleasure, nearly too intense to bear, whiting out his vision and taking his breath away.

Cam blinked groggily and tried to work out what had woken him. "Oh" Warm, soft hands were on his thighs moving up and over his hips in a slow caress. He pushed down the sheets and watched as Grace touched him, pressing her hands to the inside of his thighs, gently urging them apart, still stroking his skin. "Uh, Princess?"

She smiled up at him. "You wouldn't let me last night and I've been told I'm incredibly talented"

He licked his lips. "Really?" He was completely hard, his cock jutting out eagerly.

"Umhmm" She slid down and stretched out on the bed, his cock twitching in front of her in anticipation but Grace simply pressed her lips to his thigh. Soft kisses, working their way up until Cam could feel warm breath and the tickle of her hair on his balls.

"Yes," he murmured, then her mouth closed over his cock. "Hmm" He leant back on his arms watching his cock sliding past her lips and into her mouth, all wet heat and firm pressure as she sucked, slow, deliberate movements drawing curls of pleasure from deep within. He let his eyes slide shut.

It felt fantastic, it had been too long since someone had done this for him, but then it stopped, his cock left cooling in the air. Grace moved her mouth to his balls and he thunked his head back on the pillows, slightly ashamed of the small pants coming out of his mouth as she tenderly sucked one, then the other. He forced his hips to stay flat on the bed and then she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock. "Fuck" He groaned and twisted his hips, pushing against her mouth.

Grace gave a quiet laugh and licked the head. Cam's hips jerked. "Baby.."

She grazed her teeth over his stomach, sucked on his hipbone, did everything except touch his cock. Cam fisted the sheets, his body screaming for the teasing to be over with already, he just wanted her to…"Shit". Her mouth engulfed him again and as he was finally soaring towards what he was sure was going to be a damn good orgasm her tongue decided to get a taste of the inside of his thigh.

"Damn it Grace"

Another small laugh and her fingers were lightly stroking the tip of his cock. Cam growled.

"And you called me demanding Colonel" She flicked her tongue over him, collecting the beads of pre-cum, humming with pleasure.

He groaned. "Please baby"

"Soon." She encouraged his legs up until they were bent at the knee.

"Uh…."

"Hush Cameron" And then her tongue was running up between his arse, pushing in.

Cam wanted to tell her to stop, this wasn't really what did it for him and it was a bit weird but apparently he couldn't because his mouth was busy making strange little noises that he definitely wasn't admitting to, ever, and his hands were itching to just bring himself off right the fuck now. But then she was back, mouth wrapped round his cock and now his heels were digging into the bed, fighting the need to just thrust.

And then she was tugging on his hips, giving him permission and Cam reached down, hands grasping into all that hair, cursing as the feeling of spinning and soaring told him he was about to come apart and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.

When he was sure he was once again capable of speech he ran his fingers through her hair. "They were right"

"Hm?" She looked up at him questioningly from where her head was pillowed on his stomach.

"You are incredible at that"

Grace sat up and grinned at him. "So I gathered from those delightful noises you were making"

Cam narrowed his gaze. "We will never speak of that again" He grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her up and rolling them so he hovered over her. "Now, lets see if we can get you to make some noise" He slipped his hand between her legs.

Two days later

Lt Colonel Mitchell buttoned up his BDU shirt and looked over at her. Grace was sprawled out on his bed on top of the sheets, naked. He sighed. "I don't suppose you're gonna be here when I get back?"

She smirked at him. "Probably not"

"Right" He sat to lace up his boots.

"Have you ever had sex with a man?"

His head shot up. "Excuse me!?"

Grace rolled her eyes. "You know, a man, with a cock, fuc…."

"Jesus, you really have no boundaries do you?"

"Nope. So?"

"No I haven't" He glared at her. "I happen to like women, a lot, as does my career"

"Stupid regs" She grinned at him. "You might want to try it though, considering how much you like your arse played with"

"Fucking hell Grace, cut it out"

Eight months later, November 2005

Cameron wearily pushed open the door to his apartment and dropped his keys into the dish on the hall table. Flicking through his post as he made his way to the kitchen he grinned, spotting the corner of a postcard peeking out from the mass of bills. He grabbed a beer and dumped the rest of the envelopes on the counter. Taking a pull from the bottle he ran his eyes over the card, it appeared she was now in Europe.

'A werewolf in Paris'

Not sure if it was American but the

cliché would have been wonderful.

xxxx

He snorted and opened the drawer that held several other letters and postcards, all filled with her now familiar scrawl, pushing her latest in with them. Grace had come to him once more before she'd headed out on what she called her 'extended road trip'. Cam wasn't quite sure what made him so different to the other guys she encountered on her travels but he knew he was the only one she stayed in touch with.

She rarely divulged many secrets but he knew enough about her world now to know it was dark and dangerous, and seriously fucked up. Part of him wanted to cuff her to his bed and not let her leave, ever, the other part of him shit himself at the thought of him feeling like that about what was essentially a fuck buddy. And a young, monster hunting one at that.

Cam sighed and grabbed the rest of his mail, padding over to the sofa and firing up his laptop. It appeared that saving the universe didn't only mean getting his arse handed to him on a regular basis, but also wading through shit loads of paperwork. His e-mail beeped.

From;JSheppardUSAF

To;CMitchellUSAF

Dr Rodney McKay is a prick. Will Momma have me for Christmas?

JS

Cam blinked stupidly at the message. He had no doubt his parents would love to see John, he was an old and loyal friend of Cam's, and his Mom had always showered him with the affection he'd never seemed to get from his actual family, despite John's discomfort. But they hadn't been able to prise Major Sheppard out of his city with a fucking crowbar since he'd gotten there and Cam had no idea who Dr McKay was or why he needed to know he was a prick. He shrugged and hit reply.

From;CMitchellUSAF

To;JSheppardUSAF

Always welcome. Leaving on 24th, 1700.

CM

Grace hung up and scowled at her phone. She hated Don Herberts, he creeped her our, made her skin crawl, even frightened her a little and somehow the bastard had gotten her number. And that wasn't even the worst of it. She sighed and scrolled down her contacts list.

"Hello?"

"Dean?"

"Maybe"

She snorted down the phone. "Sweetie, it's Grace"

"Hey babe, how's wherever the fuck you are now?"

"Paris, and it's very pretty, also minus one smelly werewolf"

He hissed a breath. "On your own Grace, Jesus, you got a fucking death wish"

"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine thanks. And I totally kicked arse, as usual"

"One day your luck is gonna run out sweetheart"

She stuck her tongue out at the phone. "Listen up Winchester, you've got more serious problems to concern yourself with"

"Oh yeah, like what?"

"Fucking Herberts and his creepy buddies are after Sam. He just called me trying to get your whereabouts out of me. Creepy prick"

He groaned. "Fuck"

"What's going on Dean? I'm a little worried here and about four thousand miles away"

"None of your business sweetheart. Thanks for the heads-up, we'll deal with that asshole"

"Dean?"

"Dean?!"

"Bollocks"

9th December 2005

Dean looked up from where he was tied to the bed, glaring at the man standing in their motel room. "Jesus Don, what the hell are you doing? Killing your own fucking kind, we're hunters man, we're on the same side"

The man smiled cruelly at him. "Now, now Dean, you know that's not entirely true. Little Sammy here" He gestured to the other bed "isn't like us at all is he?"

"Bastard" Hissed Dean.

"Language Winchester. Now, I hate doing this I really do, but we can't have little brother here starting the apocalypse can we, hmm? And, you? Well, I'm afraid you're collateral damage Dean. If I let you live I'm pretty sure you won't be forgiving me for killing your Sammy anytime soon huh?"

"Please Don, don't do this"

"Sorry boys, the hunting world will mourn your loss, I promise" He raised his hand and clicked the safety off his gun.

"No!" Dean had never known fear like it, it twisted his stomach, made him sweat, bile rose in his throat.

The sound of the bullet leaving the gun echoed round the room. Dean opened his eyes. "Shit" He strained to see where the hunter had gone.

"He's dead Dean" She whispered from the door.

"Oh Grace, I'm so sorry" He watched her untie his brother with shaky hands, face pale.

She chuckled darkly. "For what? Hanging up on me? Forcing me to cut short my lovely vacation? Not telling me just how fucked up everything has gotten?!"

"Now Gracie…"

"Don't you 'now Gracie' me Dean Winchester" She pulled at his bonds. "I thought you trusted me, I thought we were family"

Dean sat up and pulled her into a hug. "I do sweetheart, we do. We just didn't want you to get involved that's all. It's too fucked up, too dangerous"

He swallowed as she curled into him. Taking a human life was something a hunter never expected to do, was the complete opposite of their life's work, what they fought for. She'd be haunted by this for a long time.

Dean met Sam's gaze as the younger man dropped his head in his hands.

23rd December 2005

Grace sat in the dirty booth, in the even dirtier bar and took another shot out of the bottle of tequila she'd bought. She'd managed to ditch the guys, the way they kept looking at her like she was about to go on some kind of killing spree or suffer a massive breakdown was driving her nuts. They were on their own again for now while she got her head around Sammy Winchester being a demonic trigger for an apocalypse.

She took another shot. Her hand hovered over the call button on her phone. He'd become like a light in her seriously fucked up, darkened tunnel and every time something scared her, shook her up, she wanted to go to him. So far she'd managed to resist doing just that, the postcards and letters giving her a little fix of him. Knowing that he'd read them, keep them, remember her. She was under no illusion that she was the only one who he had in his bed but it had become more than sex to her and that was scarier than any monster.

She took another shot and tried to blink away the images of Don Herbert's' eyes widen in surprise, his body jerk and fall. If any other hunter ever found out what she did she'd be lucky if she got to go the same way, quick and, for the most part, painless.

His phone was ringing. Fumbling with the key in his lock Cameron cursed as he fell over the pile of presents waiting to be loaded into his car and jogged to the phone, shooting a dirty look at the grinning Lieutenant Colonel following him into his apartment.

"Hello" He huffed down the phone, wincing at his stubbed toe.

"Cameron? Um, am I interrupting something?"

"Princess? You ok?"

"Uh, yes. I..I'm interrupting aren't I?"

"What? Oh, no, nothing. Just massaging the feeling back into my foot"

"Um ok"

"Grace, what's wrong baby?"

John raised his brows. Cam glared at him.

"Why does something have to be wrong? Can't I just call for a chat?"

"Princess you're the least chatty person I know" He eyed John ."Well, one of them anyway"

John flipped him off.

"I'm back. Flew in a couple of weeks ago"

"Ok"

"Dean and Sam were in trouble..again"

"It go ok Grace?"

She laughed. "Yeah, great"

He sighed. "You sure?"

John made a drinking sign with his hand. Cam nodded.

"Yep"

"You still with them Princess?"

"Nope. They're driving me nuts"

"That seems to be a constant in your life"

She snorted down the phone.

Cam nodded his thanks as John handed him a beer and took a pull.

"Aren't you spending Christmas with them?"

"It's Christmas?"

"You're kidding me right?"

"Uh no. It's not really something I do"

"You don't DO Christmas?"

"It's not a crime Cameron. It's just not that important to me"

"You can't spend Christmas alone Grace"

"Pretty sure I covered the whole 'it's not important to me' Cameron"

Cam eyed John.

"Why don't you come with me, I'm heading to my parents. And already dragging one stray with me"

John rolled his eyes.

"Stray?"

"Lt Colonel John Sheppard"

"Ooh a fellow flyboy? Cameron I'm impressed, hell to the regs huh? Is he hot?"

"What?! No! We're not um.., no, he's an old friend"

"Well, I wouldn't want to get in the way of any potential gay sex, and Christmas at your parents sounds terrifying. From what I remember of your photo albums there are hundreds of you"

"There is not hundreds of us. And I'm not gay!"

"That's not what I said Cameron"

"Or bi!"

He was answered by a dial tone. "Fuck"

John was looking at him curiously. Cameron glared at him. "What?"

"Why does she think you like men Mitch?"

Cam pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because she's insane, and has no boundaries whatsoever"

"Wow, she coming for Christmas?"

"Fuck off Sheppard"

Grace eyed the man who'd slid into the booth opposite her as she was talking Cameron.

"I am both impressed and pissed that you found me"

Dean snorted and poured himself a shot.

"Hey! My tequila"

"You need to learn to share sweetheart" He threw back the shot. "We're heading to Auburn, Kansas. Three people missing, last one the son told reporters Santa took his Daddy"

She raised her brows "Really?"

"Yep"

"Huh" Something was niggling at the back of her mind, there was something familiar about this case, or was it Kansas. Grace furrowed her brow.

"You ok Gracie?"

She scowled at him. "Too much tequila. I think I've been there before, or heard something similar"

Dean grinned at her. "Serves you right. Now you coming or are you getting smashed and picking up some random dirtbag?"

"Bite me"

"Baby, if you weren't practically my sister I'd love to" He waggled his brows at her, Grace flipped him off.