God Save the Queen
Steve Fox/Cammy White
A/N: That first chapter was full of...tension, I guess you could say. Well, let's see how our blonde Brits handle it!
~~2~~
"What is it, St-Steve...?" Cammy asked, twirling her wet braid around her finger.
"Well...I was wondering if you'd fancy a date with me?"
Cammy grinned, blush glowing on her face. "Oh Steve...I'd love to."
"Well, what are we waiting for, eh?" He smiled and hooked her arm around his. "Let's go."
Cammy blushed brighter and nodded. "Okay..."
~~...~~
"I'd served in the Delta Red for a while." Cammy answered as she stirred her coffee around.
"Did you like it?"
"It was a rewarding experience, for the most part." Cammy smiled, "It taught me a lot as far as self-respect and defense. The only thing I wasn't too fond of was..." She blushed a little, "The suit..."
Steve laughed. "I've seen it."
"The scientists claimed it was 'scientifically engineered for maximum speed and mobility'. But I don't see what showing my entire ass has to do with how agile I am."
Steve smiled, "You certainly didn't look bad in it."
She blushed. "Oh, you..." She kicked him under the table, giggling.
He laughed again, "So, why'd you stop?"
"Well, I figured, since I'm not going to be in my twenties forever, that I'd better...settle down...and y'know...meet someone..." She turned red again, "Start a family..."
Steve grinned at her, his blue eyes twinkled and reflected right off of hers. "I see what you mean."
"Though," She began as her blush started to fade, "I do feel like the Delta Red will be a part of me forever."
"I feel like that, too." Steve agreed, "That kind of thing is something you can never permanently leave."
She nodded.
"Well, it's been a while," Steve said eyeing his watch, "These café people are probably wondering when we're going to leave."
Cammy giggled. "That's a reasonable thing to wonder. We've been sitting here, talking, for nearly three hours."
Steve stood, leaving the money on the table, "Well, why stop now? I really like learning more about you, Cammy."
She smiled meaningfully, taking his hand as he led her out.
"So, what about that scar on your face?" Steve asked, holding her hand as they walked down the cold London streets.
"I really don't remember. I know it happened early in my time with the Delta, but how it happened just slipped my mind, I suppose."
"Oh, alright." Steve noticed they were coming up on an Ice Cream parlor. "Do you want some ice cream?"
"Right after coffee?" She giggled.
"Oh come on," Steve chuckled, "We've still got another hour until lunch time, and we didn't really eat anything at the café."
"I'd love some ice cream, Steve."
He smiled at her and brought up their entwined hands, kissing hers. They had stopped, dead in their walk, and he smiled at her, her hand still up by his lips. His eyes said everything his mouth didn't, and Cammy knew the way she felt was mutual.
"Steve..." Cammy began, his name feathery soft on her cherry colored lips.
"Yes, Cammy?" Steve leaned a little closer to her.
"We're...starting a line, dear." Cammy giggled as Steve looked up past her head and realized she was right.
"Oh...so we are." He turned around and went right up to the woman who was smiling at the counter.
Cammy held onto Steve's arm as he told the woman what they wanted, looking back at Cammy a few times for verification, and they had received the frozen treat they had been waiting for in no time at all.
They sat on a bench outside, and Cammy picked up the conversation where it left off. "So, what about you, Steve? How long have you been boxing for?" She licked her ice cream.
"Since sixth grade, if memory serves right." Steve chuckled.
"Wow...you were...eleven, then?" Cammy asked.
"Yep. It's been eleven years of left hooks and broken noses."
Cammy laughed at that. "Broken noses? Oh you poor dear."
"That's right. I got my first broken nose when I was thirteen."
"How did that go?"
"I didn't even notice it was broken until two days after the match." Steve recalled, "I remember who broke it, too. Mike Balrog in an international match that was set in Los Angeles."
"Did you at least win?"
"Yeah, by a hair. He let his guard down on his left side, I stomped his foot so he'd stay in place and I knocked him about five good times in a row."
"Wow...at thirteen you were already letting them have it, huh?"
"You could say that."
Cammy leaned on his arm, and remembered she'd wanted to ask him something. "Steve...I noticed you had a scar on your left arm...where did that come from?"
Steve sighed. "I've been wondering the same question my whole life. I was told I'd had it since I was a baby..."
"Your Mum didn't tell you where you got it?"
"I didn't even know my Mum until a few months ago."
"Oh dear..." Cammy's eyes widened. "You poor dear..."
"You say that a lot, don't you?" Steve giggled.
"What? Poor dear?" Cammy blushed, "No, actually. I guess...I just say it a lot to you...because I feel bad."
"Don't feel bad." Steve smiled at her, "There's no need to."
"I can't help it, Steve...I just...really care about you...even though I found you near a dumpster in an alley just yesterday."
Steve grinned. "Cammy...you've got a lovely heart, dear."
She smiled. "You brought it out in me."
Steve leaned in close, his forehead to hers as their noses touched.
Cammy took the initiative, pressing her lips to his shyly. The kiss tasted like ice cream, strawberry mixed with mint chocolate-chip, and Cammy knew she'd always remember what that tasted like. She pulled away after their sweet little childish kiss. She knew she wanted more than that—she saw that Steve had his tongue pierced, and she wanted to know what that felt like.
But she composed herself and smiled at him.
He smiled back, snaking his arm around her. "Cammy, call me crazy, but I think love is already blossoming."
Cammy nodded. "I think you're right, Steve..."
He stood up, taking her hand, and they continued to explore.
~~...~~
"Are you okay, Steve?" Cammy asked as night fell over the town as they were still out. She saw a look of pain on Steve's face and it triggered instant worry.
"I'm alright." Steve claimed, forcing a smile.
"Are you sure? You look a little tense."
"I'm a little sore from last night...but I'll be fine."
"Would you like me to rub you down?"
"What?"
Her eyes widened as she blushed. "I-I mean a massage, Steve. That would help you, I'm sure."
"Uh...sure, if it wouldn't be any trouble."
"Not at all, Steve. Let's go to my place and I'll get started."
