A/N: And we're back with the next chapter! I was so shocked with the responses to this story, so many people loved it and it just made me want to write more! Now I was only going to make it a 2 chapter story but if you guys like it enough I can continue!

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The doorbell rang right on 6.00 and Camille exited her room, yelling over her shoulder, 'Kirsten! They're here!'

She got no response from the blonde's room and rolled her eyes before going to the front door and swinging it open to reveal the two men, who came bearing gifts of food and beer.

'Welcome boys, come on in, Kirsten will be out in a moment.' She took the beer from Linus, giving him a haste kiss on the cheek and led him into the kitchen to put the beer in the fridge. The pair started up conversation before realising that Cameron was still lingering in the doorway, looking longingly towards Kirsten's room.

Camille rolled her eyes, 'Go ahead lover boy, the pizza will be here in 20 minutes.'

Cameron looked relieved as he hung his jacket up on the coat rack and walked down their hallway. He paused momentarily with his hand poised just above the door when it opened, revealing Kirsten in a navy blue sweater, her hair in damp curls around her face.

Cameron felt that every time he saw her, like his heart would jump out of his chest and this was no exception. He smiled down at her, noticing how he was just fractionally taller than her, 'Hey Cupcake.'

She seemed pleased to see him, 'Hey Girlfriend.'

His face dropped into a grumpy frown, 'Please don' tell me that's a thing now.'

She shrugged, 'Well if you insist on the nicknames, it's only fair I have one for you.'

He rolled his eyes and held his arm out silently for her to take in which she slipped her arm through his, both of them feeling the tension that was between them, and let him lead her to the kitchen where Linus was passionately kissing Camille against the kitchentop.

Cameron frowned, 'Really guys? In the kitchen?'

The pair broke apart and Camille raised a pointed eyebrow at their intruders, 'At least it's not in the middle of the lab.'

Kirsten frowned as well, 'Hey, that was the stitch talking!'

Camille stepped away from Linus and grabbed four bottles of beer, 'Mhm, sure.'

Cameron and Kirsten glanced at each other but turned away quickly to hide their blushes, making Linus and Camille snicker at the couple. They all sat down on the collection of couches and armchairs, Linus and Camille taking the two armchairs which left the Cameron and Kirsten to sit tightly with each other on the loveseat, to which Kirsten narrowed her eyes at Camille, having suspected that the other woman had planned this. Kirsten soon forgot about it when she felt Cameron lift an arm around her shoulders to rest on the back of the couch, seemingly unaffected. To how he could not feel the electricity between them, Kirsten was amazed.

'So,' Linus broke the comfortable silence, 'What do we do now?'

Camille clapped her hands together, 'Let's play charades!' She quickly stood up to retrieve some pen and paper and the doorbell went off.

'I'll get it.' Cameron got off the couch quickly and went to his coat to retrieve his wallet, leaving Kirsten feeling cold without the feeling of his presence next to her. She felt like slapping herself, she'd never felt this reliant on another person's presence before and tried to stop herself from fidgeting too much.

She watched Cameron smile at the teenager who handed him the pizzas in exchange for the cash before he closed the door swiftly with his foot. He caught her gaze and smiled at her brightly before dropping the pizzas onto the coffee table in front of her, quickly darting back into the kitchen to get some napkins. Kirsten took a sip from her beer, never really liking the taste of it but drinking it anyway, and blatantly checked out his ass as he leant over the countertop.

Camille wolf-whistled and smacked his ass as she came back with pen and paper, 'If I didn't have Linus I'd be booking you up lover boy.'

Linus went to object but Camille squeezed his thigh as she sat down next to him. Cameron came back with the napkins, looking flushed as Kirsten looked at him quizzically, 'Lover boy?'

Cameron set his lips into a firm line, 'It's a long story.'

As Cameron handed around slices of pizza to everyone, Camille jumped up and began her round of charades, oblivious to the fact that both Cameron and Kirsten had grown silent as they ate their slices, content with each other's presence, both of them well aware of their knees nudging each other and their shoulders brushing.

The more that Linus and Camille drank and ate, the more they became invested in their little game of charades, not caring that the other two people in the room had started to relax into each other, Cameron resuming his arm around Kirsten slowly, lightly drawing circles on her shoulder and Kirsten with her head resting on his shoulder, her feet dangling over the arm of the couch. After a while, Kirsten finished her pizza and felt content to snuggle into Cameron's side, to the joy of the man himself. Halfway through Camille's third round, he felt Kirsten rest her head hesitantly on his chest. She seemed almost scared to invade his personal space, resting her head gently on where his scar was. She looked up at him just as he looked down, both of them aware of the intimacy of their position and suddenly she didn't care anymore. She reached a timid hand to his chest, listening to his heart beat strong beneath her ear and closed her eyes, relishing in it rhythmic beat, gently tap her finger lightly on his chest in synchronisation.

Camille and Linus had forgotten about the other couple in the room and instead had moved to the kitchen where Camille had decided to make some brownies, leaving the other couple in silence, Cameron looking down at the woman he had slowly fallen in love with over the past couple of months.

'What happened today Princess?' His voice was low and gravelly as he ran his fingers through her soft hair.

She frowned slightly, 'The stitch affected me in more ways than one.'

He tilted his head as he looked down at her, 'How so?'

She hesitated before answering, 'I touched Sarah in the stitch, I was curious to see how people feel in times of intense feeling like she was, and somehow,' She gently fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, 'Somehow I seemed to have kept her emotions after the stitch.'

'Residual?'

She pressed her lips together in thought, 'Yes and no. I don't think it was quite so much residual as more like self-awakened emotions.'

He was silent as he pondered on what she had just revealed, 'So the stitch has made you become aware of your own emotions?'

She nodded. He continued to stroke her hair before asking her, 'How can you tell?'

She looked up at him, both of them stilling their movements. They both became very aware of how close they were to each other and she smiled softly, 'The stitch made me realise some things that I haven't been aware of for a long time, things that have been right under my nose.'

The tension in the air became impossibly thicker, Cameron had started to realise what she was talking about, could she possibly have feelings for me too?

They stared at each other for what felt like forever for her and she slowly sat up out of his embrace. His hands lingered on her arms and she swivelled to face him. They looked at each other eye to eye and suddenly, they both felt this magnetic force between them, pulling them together. All he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss her right now.

Just as he leaned in, Camille came into the room giggling, stopping abruptly as she watched the couple in front of her spring apart. An awkward silence settled in the room as Camille continued to giggle.

'Sorry I cut your moves short lover boy but Linus needs to head home, something about a family tiff.'

Cameron was past annoyed at this point. He'd been waiting for this moment for months now, for the girl he loved to maybe sort of like him back.

And he just happens to get cock blocked by his supposed best friend.

Cameron grits his teeth, 'Fine, where is the bastard?'

Linus appeared beside Camille, his jacket in hand, 'Here.' He smiled at him sheepishly and quickly pecked Camille on the check.

Cameron rolled his eyes and turned to face Kirsten, wanting to apologise for their disturbance, but found her standing up away from him. Her arms were wrapped around her body and she was looking anywhere but at him and he was confused as to what had changed from just moments ago. He tried to hide the hurtfulness that came over him, but he bowed his head as he collected his wallet and phone off the table.

Feeling rejected, he avoided eye contact with her and silently followed Linus out of the house, grabbing his jacket hastily on his way out. As Camille thanked them both for coming, Cameron gave in to his feelings and glanced up at Kirsten. She stood in the middle of the hallway looking straight at him, a look containing so many emotions: fear, guiltiness, he almost thought for a brief second he saw love. But, that must've been his mistake, otherwise she wouldn't've rejected him.

Cameron sighed and turned away from her, knowing that whatever he thought had transpired that evening obviously didn't mean what he thought it had. Once again, Cameron was left out in the cold with his emotions, used to putting up the wall around his feelings and at least relishing the fact he was her friend, and that was all he'd ever be.

A friend.

Could he do that? Could he keep holding back?

Every time he saw her smile it was like she lit up the room and he couldn't help but smile back. Every rare time she cried he felt his heart breaking for her.

Surely she felt it too?

Obviously not.

He dropped Linus off and headed home, glumly unlocking his apartment which seemed cold and empty, especially without his usual guest with the sunshine-gold hair.

He slid his coat off and hung it up on the wall. Did his apartment always feel this lonely?

He scoffed at his own thought, according to romcoms I'd be eating ice cream and sobbing by now.

He smiled sadly, 'But she's worth it, I'd wait forever for her.' He don't know why he spoke that out loud, maybe for reassurance.

He got changed into a pair of sweatpants, not bothering with a top and made his way into the bathroom. He sighed as he looked at his reflection, his scar being particularly red this evening. He reached for his ointment and rubbed it gently on it, hoping it would settle down. Running a tired hand through his hair, he slipped out his contacts and put his glasses on, cleaned his teeth and flopped onto his bed. He rolled over onto his back and stared at the roof, knowing that it was going to be a long night.

Kirsten herself was also having a long night.

It was currently 11:30, and whilst to most this would seem early, she knew she would have a big night tomorrow with the case, and possibly another stitch into Sarah for more details.

But right now, she was tossing and turning, so many things going through her head.

Cameron's hands sending tingles up her spine.

Cameron's hurt face as she watched him leave.

The way he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing in the world.

She sat up and groaned, running an annoyed hand over her face. Why did he have to be so charming?

And cute.

She felt a familiar warmth spread in her stomach and she fidgeted, swinging her legs to the side of the bed and sitting on the edge.

He made her feel things she'd never felt before. He made her so confused at these feelings that were so foreign to her, that made her so happy but frustrated at the same time. He understood her more than anyone else had before. She was so close to just going straight over there, confessing everything, and screwing him senseless.

Well, why don't you?

That thought stumped her, what exactly was holding her back?

The thing that really stuck out was that she was scared and didn't want to get hurt, but the more she thought about it, the more she realised this was Cameron she was talking about. The guy who she trusted with her life and was sure would sacrifice his own to keep her safe. Why deny something that could be magical?

A small smile slipped across her face and suddenly, a bundle of butterflies filled her stomach. She propelled herself out of bed, randomly searching through her closet to find the boxer shorts and long sleeve shirt she'd borrowed from him last time and slipped them on, slipping on her gumboots and her warm woollen coat and exiting her room.

Her heart was beating a million miles a second and she grabbed her wallet and phone, already calling a taxi to come and pick her up.

Cameron was still awake when he heard the quick rap on his door and he sat for a moment in bed, puzzled as to who the hell would be knocking on his door at, he looked over at his alarm clock, 12:11 at night.

He sat up and used the heels of his hands to rub his eyes, reaching over blindly to where his contacts sat and slipped them on, knowing that whoever was here at this time of night probably needed all his attention. He obliviously forgot to put a shirt on as he stumbled into his living room, groaning as the person knocked again.

'I'm coming! Chill.'

He unlocked the door and swung it open to reveal Kirsten standing in her- his pajamas, looking breathless as if she'd run here. He couldn't help but notice how angelic she looked with her wavy blonde hair in disarray and a small, nervous smile gracing her face.

He suddenly remembered the events of the evening and his emotionless mask slipped back onto his face, 'What're you doing here?'

She didn't answer him but inside, she hesitantly walked straight up to him until they were chest to chest and she placed a gentle hand over his heart where his scar was. A flash of surprise went over his face, ashamed that he forgot to hide his scar with a t-shirt, but he forgot all about that when he caught the gaze of the woman in front of him.

She tilted her head slightly, her smile growing bigger, before she gently pushed herself forward until their lips connected softly.

Cameron was taken by surprise at first, not quite grasping that Kirsten was kissing him, but soon found himself closing his eyes, deepening the kiss as his arms encircled her lithe body, the dreams he'd had over the months suddenly becoming a very clear reality.

She could feel his heart rate beating faster under her hand and broke away from the kiss slowly, pulling back to hold his gaze once again.

'Wow.'

She bowed her head as a blush came to her cheeks and Cameron lifted her chin up to hold his gaze once again, he was frowning at her unusual behaviour, 'What inspired the late night visit?'

She reached a hand up to smooth a stray hair out of his face, 'I suddenly realised that life is precious and that there's not point shying away from it, shying away from you.'

Cameron looked surprised, 'From me?'

She smiled at his innocence, 'I was scared. I started feeling things-feelings,' She laughed nervously and he urged her to continue, 'I've been so blind, you've been there for me this whole time and I never knew. I now see you for who you are and I couldn't leave you hanging any longer. It wasn't fair to you, and it wasn't fair to me.'

She paused before continuing, 'Today, after you helped me recover from the stitch, I realised how much you care for me, how much you help me and I realised that I cared for you too, and I was just scared. Scared of being hurt.'

'I wouldn't hurt you.'

'I know.'

He closed his eyes and leaned his head forward until their foreheads were touching, taking a moment to relish in this instant. He'd never thought they'd reach this point in a million years and he needed a moment to realise this was all happening.

She pulled back once again until their noses were brushing, 'I like you, maybe even sort of love you.'

He reached his hands up to cup her face as they grinned at each other,' I like you, maybe even sort of love you too.'

As they kissed again, he guided them backwards a little bit so he could close the door before pushing her up against it. Kirsten felt like her body was on fire as Cameron moved his hands around her waist, his lips sensually moving the kiss along her jawline.

She closed her eyes and Cameron left a trail of kisses on her neck, making her feel like her knees were going to collapse any second now. Abruptly, she broke away from him and started to make her way slowly towards his bedroom, taking off her coat and boots along the way, and as she reached his bedroom doorway she turned back to face the man who was left confused at the door.

She chuckled to herself but rose an eyebrow at him as she motioned behind her, 'Well, lover boy, you coming or what?'

Cameron open and closed his mouth in shock, before realising that the girl of his dreams was currently waiting on him and he strode towards her determinedly, muttering under his breath '-little minx-', sweeping her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as she threw her head back laughing.

He laid her gently on his bed, taking a moment to take her all in before she gave him a smirk, 'Hey Handsome, what are you waiting for?'

He leant downwards and kissed her gently on the lips, 'Hopefully to realise that this isn't all a dream.'

She raised an amused eyebrow before rolling them both over until she sat straddling his hips, reaching down to grab the hem of her shirt, revealing her black bra underneath, 'Definitely isn't a dream, stud.'

He groaned before sitting up to cradle her against his chest, 'God I hope not.'

He kissed a trail down her chest and she giggled as he found a ticklish spot.

He quirked an eyebrow up at her, 'Are you ticklish?'

She tried to play it off casually, 'Pfft, no.'

He paused momentarily before focusing on that spot which sent her squirming and laughing as he tortured her.

'Stop!' She was laughing too hard at this point and he was chuckling at the sight of her, 'S-Stop it Cameron!'

'Not until you say the magic word!'

She was having trouble getting the word out as he continued to tickle her, he loved watching her laugh, 'Please!'

They were both still laughing as he rested himself on top of her and she reached a delicate finger to brush his hair out of his face, 'You're cruel Girlfriend.'

He trailed a finger in circles on her stomach, 'Isn't that your name now, Girlfriend?'

She smiled, 'Do you want it to be?'

'More than anything.'

'Good,' She pulled him down to her for a long kiss, 'Me too Boyfriend.'

'Now,' She let her fingers trail down his chest, 'where were we?'

He grinned at her and let his hands wander down her body, 'Right about here I think.'

A/N: And that's that! Thanks for reading I really enjoy hearing feedback, I have a rough idea of where this story could go if any of you are interested in reading it otherwise I think I have another story that's starting to form.

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