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"Uh, Stretch. Anything I need to know?" Cameron called from down the hall.
"What?" Kirsten called back from her bedroom. Seconds later, she was joined by her boyfriend when he appeared in the doorway.
"Am I gonna be a baby daddy to a baby that isn't mine?" he asked, only half-joking. She pulled her attention away from the book she was reading. When she looked to meet his gaze, she saw he was holding one of the boxes from her and Camille's rather eventful morning. Cameron had come over shortly after Camille had left for lunch with Fisher and the pair of them had enjoyed a nice afternoon of reading and coffee while nestled on Kirsten's bed.
"Um, no. Those are Camille's." When he raised an eyebrow, she continued. "All negative, no worries." He chuckled and shook his head before turning to go back to the bathroom and put the box back in the trash. He made his way back to the bedroom and climbed back into his spot underneath the blankets. Grabbing his book off the nightstand, he nestled in. Thoroughly irritating Kristen. "Comfy?" she asked.
"Very," he said with a smug grim. They sat in silence for a few minutes until what was eating at Kristen found its way to the surface.
"So. Cameron," she started.
"Yes?" he replied, not pulling his eyes from the page.
"I wanted to talk to you about something..."
"I'm listening." He sat his book to the side and turned to face her. "Anything serious?"
"Yes and no."
"Care to elaborate on that?"
"Well, Camille and I were talking earlier and she said I should talk to you about it."
"About what?"
Here goes. "Why haven't we slept together?" she whispered in a rush. The look of shock on his face made her rethink her approach. "I mean, I'm not saying I want just sex and I'm glad what we have is deeper than that but I just feel like you don't find me attractive or something since we've barely made it to second base," she said all in one breath.
Cameron took a moment to absorb all of what she'd just said. "First of all, you are extremely attractive. Completely out of my league. Secondly, I'm glad that what we have is deeper, too. I want us to be something that's more than just physical. I know you kissed me the first day we met, but that's never been what we were, Stretch." He smiled slightly at the memory of their first stitch together. She didn't really remember it but it was one of his favourite memories of the two of them. "As for the second base thing, it goes along with us having something that is more than physical. I care too much about you to rush things and ruin them, ya know?"She nodded. She did know, Camille had told her just that very thing only hours ago. "On the other hand, I wouldn't object to a little more intimacy every now and then." He winked and earned a laugh from her.
"Really, now?" she asked with a smile.
"Oh, yeah," he said as he leaned in to kiss her.
She returned the kiss with fervor and within minutes, Cameron's glasses had been lost in the blankets and his shirt was somewhere on the floor. She pulled away to take a breath and to take off her top shirt. She was wearing a breezy see-though blouse with a camisole underneath so it wasn't making much of a difference. Other than the fact that Cameron usually stopped things around this point. This time, he pulled her back to him and tried to convey how he was feeling with a kiss. It wasn't until Kirsten went to pull of her camisole that he backed away and put the brakes on things between them.
"Cam?" she asked in a whisper.
"It's not you, I promise, Stretch. I just, I don't trust myself not to stop if that shirt comes off." He jumped out of the bed and grabbed his shirt.
As he started buttoning it, Kirsten asked, "What if I don't want you to stop?" Barely above a whisper. She felt more vulnerable in this moment than she had in her entire life. He saw this and stepped closer to the bed. He sat next to her and placed a hand gently on her knee.
"Kirsten," he said softly. She was avoiding eye contact. "Look at me," he paused. "Please." She complied. "Like I said, the reason I keep cooling things off between us is because I don't want to mess things up. It's nothing you did or said, nothing like that." She nodded that she understood. It didn't help the way she was feeling, though. "Well, all that and the fact that I love you." Her head snapped up so quickly she thought she hurt her self.
"What?"
"I love you," he said again, a little more sure this time.
"I love you, too," she said.
"Really?" he asked in disbelief, a smile spreading from ear to ear.
"Yes. At least, that's what I think this feeling is." Since it looked like she was thinking, he waited before saying anything else. "I mean, I get these knots in my stomach and my brain gets all fuzzy and my heart speeds up and being with you is practically all I can ever think about. I can't think of what else it could be."
"That's love, Kitten. And it's exactly how I feel about you." He closed the small distance between them to kiss her. They'd said it. It was out in the open. He loved her. And she loved him back! Maybe it was time to tell her... He pulled away but stayed close. "Kirsten," he breathed across her heated skin.
"Yeah," she managed. God, she was flushed.
"There might be another reason I've been rather, uh, reluctant to take things further."
Kirsten leaned away from him and gave him a questioning stare. "Okay?"
"It's not anything to do with you. It's all me. A choice I made."
"A choice? Do you mean..."
"Yes. I, uh, I've never been with a woman."
"Oh," she said in surprise. "I didn't realize..."
"It's not exactly something I advertise, ya know?" he laughed at the end.
"Were you, um, waiting until marriage or something?" With the whole atheist thing, she didn't take him for one that was waiting for the sanctity of marriage.
"Not really. I was just waiting for the right girl," he said quietly. He didn't want to scare her with what he wanted to add to the end of his sentence.
Not having any words, Kirsten leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. It lasted only a few seconds, short and sweet. They parted slowly, leaning their foreheads together before either of them said anything.
"Okay, then," she said softly.
"Okay?" he asked, confused.
"We'll wait."
"Seriously? You'd do that for me?"
"I'd do anything for you, Cameron."
"Because you love me?" He couldn't resist. He loved hearing it.
"Because I love you."
XX
"Chinese or Thai for dinner?" Cameron asked. They'd gone to the park shortly after their conversation and had decided to go to Cameron's for the evening.
"I was actually thinking Mexican," Kirsten replied.
"I could go for some Mexican. What did you have in mind?"
"Surprise me."
"You want me to call it in?"
"Actually, would you mind going to that place down the block? I love their salsa."
"Sure. Want me to stop by the redbox on the corner and grab a movie?"
"Dinner and movie? As long as we can hide under that blanket on the couch, I'm in."
"Alright. I'll be back soon." He gave her a kiss on the cheek before grabbing his wallet and keys and heading out the door.
Seconds after the door clicked behind him, Kirsten went to the bag she'd brought with her and had hidden in Cameron's room. She had made a call to Camille earlier that day, after the talk she'd had with Cameron about the lack of their sex life. Camille had given her a few tips on how to be romantic and cheesy and all the other things Cameron liked. She pulled candles and fake rose petals from the bag and started to set them up throughout the apartment. She checked her phone for the time, Cameron would be back any minute now. Taking the last few minutes to slip into something a little more comfortablen than the jeans she was wearing, she lit the candles and then settled back onto the couch. She wasn't trying to pressure him into anything. She just wanted to show him how much she cared and that she could be intimate without sex.
She heard the key click in the lock just as she was getting into position. There was a slight creak in the door as it opened.
"What the..." Cameron trailed off.
"Hi," she whispered in the candlelight.
He walked into his apartment and stood in the entryway, trying to take in the sight before him. "What's all this?" he asked.
"Well, I just wanted to do something special for you. You're usually the one doing all the cheesy romantic stuff and I figured I'd give it a try."
He walked into the kitchen and sat the food on the island. He figured Camille had helped her a little but he didn't want to say anything to upset the mood. She'd tried and that was what counted. He turned to face his girlfriend, just now noticing that she'd changed after he'd left. "Looks great, Stretch," he said with a smile.
"Really?" she asked, raising her eyebrows in the process.
"Really," he affirmed as he walked towards her. When he made it to the couch, he pulled her up to him and kissed her softly. "I love you, Kirsten," he whispered against her lips.
"I love you, too, Cameron." He lifted her and as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he placed her on the back of the couch. They kissed again, this time deeper and more passionate.
He was the one to pull away. As always. "Okay," he barely breathed. "How about," he paused to catch his breath, "we eat and then continue this after dinner?" It was taking all his strength not to roll them onto his couch and finish what she'd started.
Kirsten licked her lips. "Alright," she relented, feeling slightly embarassed. He took her hand and lead her to the food he'd left on the counter.
They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes. He was still trying to compose himself and she was trying to regain her dignity. She wasn't used to being rejected. And not just because rejection was a new feeling to her.
Cameron was the first to break the silence. "Pass the sriracha?" She obliged. "What's on your mind, Stretch?" he asked as he took the hot sauce and drizzled a little on his chimichanga. He was usually a health nut but every once in a while, he'd have a cheat day.
"What movie did you get?" she asked, not wanting to put a damper on the already spoiled mood.
"That Ryan Reynolds one we were talking about the other day, the one where he dies and gets reincarnated into a cop or whatever it was," he laughed. The trailer looked so bad it was hilarious. Good thing he hadn't gotten that chick flick he'd almost decided on.
"Great," she smiled weakly and avoided his gaze. He could tell something was bothering her.
"Kirsten," he waited for her to meet his eyeliine. "What just happened has nothing to do with you, not in a bad way at least." When she looked confused, he continued. "You are amazing. And irresistible. And gorgeous. And brilliant. And so many other things. I'd be crazy not to want to be with you."
She tilted her head to one side. "'Then, why?"
"I may not have gone this far before but I think our first time together should be more than a quickie on the couch while the take-out gets cold. Like I said, you mean more to me than that. And you deserve more than that."
She leaned in slowly and kissed him as softly as she could, tasting the sriracha on his lips as she did so. "Thank you," she whispered as she pulled away.
"For?"
"Being honest. And more decent than any of my past boyfriends."
"Even Liam?" he smirked, only half joking.
"Especially Liam," she confirmed as she nodded and went back to her dinner.
With the light atmosphere reestablished, they talked and joked throughout the remainder of their meal until they finally settled into the couch. Kirsten had gone to change into some actually more comfortable pajamas. Cameron's sweatpants and that infamous One Direction shirt. She pulled her hair into a bun as she nestled into him and brought the blanket up to her chin.
"Comfy?" Cameron asked as he grabbed the remote and let her settle into his side.
"Mmmm, very," she sighed. They were thirty seconds into the first trailer before the two of them fell into their usual DVD argument. "Why don't you just go the menu screen?"
"Because, the previews are the best! In theaters, you get to see what's coming out and decide if they'll be any good. And with DVDs, you can see what came out when. Like, when you watch movies from ten years ago. You can see what was out then. It's very nostalgic."
Kirsten just rolled her eyes. They'd had this conversation time and time again. Pretty much every time they watched a movie and he was in control of the remote. She'd given up on changing his mind but made sure to go straight to the menu screen when she was the one pressing the buttons.
Eventually, the play screen did pop onto the screen and Cameron hit select and they were watching the movie in no time. Towards the end of the movie, Cameron noticed that Kirsten had dozed off. She'd become even more relaxed against him and was even snoring a little but it could only be heard if he muted the movie and reallly listened. He smiled to himself and just relished in the moment. He loved just spending time with her, being alone with her like this. If he was being honest, he'd loved her from the moment he'd laid eyes on her on her first day at the lab. Every day since had just made him fall deeper. When they'd kissed during that heat wave months ago, he hadn't been sure exactly what it'd meant but he was glad about where they'd ended up.
Just as the credits were beginning to roll, he nudged her awake. She jolted up.
"I'm up! I'm awake," she muttered, still half-asleep.
"Sure you are," he laughed. She pushed his shoulder and gave him a look not to press her. She had just woken up, after all. Cameron stood to remove the DVD from it's case and made sure to place it somewhere he'd see it in the morning so he could drop it off on his way to work. "You ready for bed, Sleepy-Head?" he asked playfully as he leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.
"Nope, I'm wide awake," she yawned followed by a few determined blinks. He resisted another laugh and repeating his earlier phrase.
"Are you, now?" he toyed, settling back into his earlier position on the couch next to her. She pulled the blankets back up to cover them both but didn't lean into him like she had before the movie.
"Oh, yes. Very much so."
"Awake enough to talk physics?"
"Always. But," she paused. "I kind of had something else in mind. Maybe taking you up on what you said before dinner?"
Without waiting for a response, she leaned in to kiss him, sliding her hand to his neck and pulling him to meet her. He hesitated only a moment in shock but kissed her back within seconds. He fixed his hands on her waist and she took that as a cue to swing her leg over and straddle herself over top of him. She didn't sit down. No, that would have been too much. Instead, she hovered above his lap as he held her waist and she cradled his face. Deepening the kiss even further, he pulled her against him so their chests were touching. Their breathing became shallowed and laboured and before they knew it, they were both holding tighter, wanting more. He pushed her ever so gently downwards so she could sit. He knew staying in her position was probably not the most comfortable thing in the world. It was more of a nudge, to which she obliged. Her thighs were getting shaky from staying that way.
They stayed that way for a few minutes longer before she managed to pull his shirt off of him. She ran her fingers over his chest, resting only a moment on his scar and planting a soft kiss in the center. His breath caught in his throat and she pulled away to gauge his reaction. He nodded as if to tell her he was fine and she continued her trail of kisses up his chest, to his neck, his chin, and ended on his lips. After a few more kisses, he slid his hands to the hem of her shirt and tugged to ask for permission.
"I'm not wearing anything underneath this time," she whispered against his heated skin.
"I can stop if you want," he replied, just as breathily as she had spoken.
She shook her head. "I'm fine."
He was slow in his movements but ran his hands along her sides as he slid that silly t-shirt up and over her head, taking in every inch of her. She'd see him shirtless a handful of times but he'd always stopped them before it got this far. He respected her too much for that. Too much to just use her for sex. As the fabric was pulled over her hair, he met her eyeline, silently asking for permission to look. This time, she nodded. He took in the sight before him, making sure not to linger too long in any one spot. She was beautiful, each and every inch of her.
He brought himself to meet her lips and ravished them. Their kisses had more meaning now, more passion.
It wasn't long before neither of them could catch their breath. Somewhere in the mix, Kirsten pulled away from his lips to go to the side of his neck. When she couldn't take it any longer, she whispered More near his ear.
"Are you sure?" he asked, not sure if he was hearing things or if she had really said something.
"Absolutely," she said as she tried to catch her breath. Things had escalated in the last ten minutes. Not that she was complaining. "As long as you're okay with it."
"Absolutely," he echoed.
"I thought you were waiting."
"I was. I was waiting for the right girl. When I decided that, though, I didn't realize I was waiting for you." There. He'd finally told her what he'd wanted to say earlier. It was true. She was the girl he'd been waiting for ever since he'd made that decision back in high school.
"I love you," she said with the small smile he loved. The one that she only showed to him.
"I love you, too," he said. He hadn't forgotten the fact that they were both sitting there topless, that they were both breathing heavily in the dimly lit room. Those candles were still burning and he was surprised they hadn't caught the place on fire by now.
Kirsten leaned down to place a sweet kiss on his red and swollen lips, so different from the last ten minutes. Less heated and more loving. He returned her affections and stood to carry her. She wrapped her legs around him as he did, not focusing too much on the fact that he didn't seem to struggle with her weight at all. She could feel each and every one of his muscles as he held her, kissed her, and walked the thirty feet from the couch to his bed simultaneously.
When he felt the mattress hit his legs, he leaned over as gently as he could to drop her onto the blanket. She couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he fell over with her.
With a little small talk, they were under the blankets and back to kissing in no time. The rest of their clothes disappeared within the next few minutes and things were going pretty quickly. Kirsten stopped just before they got to the point of no return to ask the important question.
"Do you have anything?" She tried to make it as least embarassing as possible. He was a virgin; would he have condoms?
"Uh, yeah, actually." She was a little surprised. "After our talk this afternoon, I thought it best to be prepared so I stopped at the convenience store near the restaurant and picked some up."
"Smart. I knew I liked you for more than your body," she joked as he stood to go grab the small bag from the kitchen. She'd wondered what had been in there. She avoided watching him walk away and kept her gaze on the ceiling. She wasn't a gawker, after all.
"Very funny," he remarked. He sat on the bed and opened the box, trying to figure out exactly how to go about this. Kirsten sidled up behind him, the blanket wrapped around her naked frame.
"Need some help there, Doctor?" She rested her chin on his shoulder.
"I think I got it, Stretch," he laughed.
Eventually, they got the "situation" figured out and were back to their shenanigans. A few more minutes of kissing, sweet caresses, and whispered nothings. Kirsten made sure to ask if he was certain this was what he wanted, even after how far they'd gone this time. When he said yes, they continued with their adventure.
It was slow and loving and amazing and meaningful and awkward and everything both of them had thought it would be. They took their time with one another and neither of them regretted a single moment. When it was over, they rolled away from each other and tried to catch their breath. The pair of them was covered in sweat and their chests were heaving from exhaustion.
"Wow," Cameron managed between breaths.
"Ditto," Kirsten said.
"Really?"
"You sure you haven't done this before?" she joked.
"Pretty sure I'd remember if I had," he retorted. They had both managed to get their breathing under control but were still too tired to move. Kirsten found the energy to roll onto her side and plant a wet kiss on his lips.
"I need shower," she said.
"Care if I join you?"
"Sure."
Neither of them moved from their positons. The room became quiet within minutes.
"Stretch?"
"Hmmm?"
"Shower?" He poked her in the side. He hadn't realized he'd closed his eyes until then.
"In the morning," she compromised. "Too tired."
"Sounds like a plan."
The silence fell back over the room. Kirsten slid towards her boyfriend and placed her head in the crook of his shoulder, her favourite sleeping position. They slept like the almost every night. Only, tonight they were naked. And they'd gotten to a point in their relationship that she didn't want to come back from but she was scared of where things would go from here. She'd never been this invested in a relationship before. She'd never felt like this before. Hell, she'd never felt before.
Just before she dozed off for good, she whispered, "I love you."
"I love you, too," Cameron returned. And it felt great to know it was true.
Okay, so there we have it! I hope to start on the next chapter soon and have it posted before I go back to school (for my second degree) at the end of August. As always, let me know what you think!
MJ