This time Cameron did let J.P. come home with her. J.P. had rode to the show with Cassidy, so since he had no car, he rode back with Cameron. The minute they got in the house and took off their shoes, Cameron received a text message on her phone from Cyndi saying that she and Kat were staying at Kat's mom's house so that the "lovebirds could sing themselves to sleep". The only reaction Cameron could give was a laugh and blushing.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Look's like we're home alone."

"What do you mean?"

"Cyn and Kat are staying elsewhere tonight. Cyn says the "lovebirds can sing themselves to sleep tonight"."

"Oh really?"

"Yep."

"Well, let's see what we can do about that then shall we?"

With that, J.P. leaned down and picked up Cameron. He carried her to her bedroom, Cameron laughing the entire time, and laid her down on the bed. He was quick to join, his lips instantly connecting to hers. Soon J.P. began asking permission to enter Cameron's mouth with his tongue, which she granted. Cameron's hands ran underneath his shirt, her fingers scratching down his back. J.P. pulled away long enough to remove his t-shirt and toss it on the floor. Instead of kissing her, his mouth began working down the hollow of her neck and up to her ear. Then he proceeded to give the other side the same treatment. He then pulled away and they looked into each other's eyes. Cameron pushed J.P. off of her and stood up in front of the bed. At first he looked at her with confusion etched on his face. The second she reached to remove her shirt, his hands grasped hers.

"May I?"

It took Cameron a few seconds to decide whether or not to let him do this. However in the end, she remembered what she had told him before about getting comfortable with each other. With a deep sigh, she let her hands down and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Thank you Cameron."

With that, he stood up, grasping the hem of her shirt and proceeded to pull it over her head. Once he finally got to look at her, yes he saw the scars. However, more importantly, he saw a beautiful woman, his beautiful woman in front of him. She didn't have to hide any scars or worry about who was in the room, she just stood there. J.P. took a seat on the bed and proceeded to trace her scars with his fingers. After getting his fill of this, he began placing kisses on each of them. When his lips left the last one, he looked into her eyes, and couldn't help but notice they had gotten even darker than the deep brown they already were. He then proceeded to reach for the button of her jeans, unfastening them. As the pants hung on her hips, he saw the scar he was sure had to come from the emergency surgery two years ago. As he began to remove her pants, he felt Cameron stiffen up a little bit. He halted his motions and returned to his previous task. He once again visited the scars. As he began placing kisses on them, he felt her slowly relax underneath him. When her jeans were finally removed, he pulled away from her so he could get a good look.

"God, you're beautiful."

J.P. then stood up and pulled Cameron to him. When he kissed her, he let his hands explore her body. His hands ran all over the woman in front of him. As his hands reached her chest, her nipples hardened instantly at his touch. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she was able to feel his body responding to what was taking place. Cameron pushes J.P. away and goes to stand behind him. Her hands reach around his waist and unfasten the button. As the zipper slides down, she reaches her hand into his pants feeling the hardness that was a result of her. She made her way back around to face him and began kissing down his body. When she gets to his scar, she tends to it the best she can considering it is still healing. Cameron gets on her knees and continues to place kisses on his scar while removing his pants. Once his pants are discarded, she proceeds to nuzzle her head in his stomach. In response to this, she can feel his cock jump. As she removes his boxers, she begins to kiss lower. It is then that Cameron realizes how well endowed J.P. is. She goes to begin taking him in her mouth when he stops her. Of course, Cameron gives J.P. a look of confusion. His response is only a smile.

"Later baby, I promise. However tonight, you're the VIP."

J.P. then proceeds to pull her back up so she is standing. He turns her around so that he is standing behind her. His hands reach for the hook of her bra, which he has a little bit of difficulty getting unfastened. Cameron looks back at him and can only laugh at the expression of confusion and concentration on his face.

"Give me a second, this thing will come off."

Finally, J.P. gets the hooks unlatched, and proceeds to remove the clothing from her body. His hands reach around and grasp her breasts, thumbs teasing the nipples which had remained hard through their little foreplay minutes earlier. When his hands go to remove her matching panties, her hands stop him. Once his hands are at his sides, she proceeds to remove the article of clothing by bending over, making sure that her ass rubbed against his crotch. As she rises back up, J.P. snatches her up and lays her down on the bed. He begins to kiss her all over her body from her lips down to her waist. As he reaches her waist, he looks into her eyes and can tell instantly what she wants.

"Please…"

"Please what baby?"

"No one has ever done that to me before."

"No one has ever gone down on you before?"

Cameron can only reply by shaking her head. The next thing she hears is J.P. muttering about stupid men.

"Consider your wish granted madame."

J.P. then proceeds to once again place kisses along her waistline, this time making his way lower. As his mouth made its first pass there, she nearly bucked off the bed.

"Patience beautiful, it gets better. I promise."

Finally when his tongue parted her lips, he heard her moan and mentally smiled. He took his time, to make sure she enjoyed every bit of what was going on. As he felt she was about to orgasm, he slowed his pace which was met with a frustrated groan from Cameron.

"What's wrong baby?"

"Why did you stop? I was almost there!"

"I'm not quite ready to stop teasing you yet beautiful."

With that, he returned to his previous task. This time, he went faster, plunging his tongue in and out of her at a maddening pace. Soon, he had to place his arm over her stomach in order to keep her still as she was moaning and writhing like a mad woman close to her release. A few more minutes of torture, and Cameron could take no more, screaming his name.

"Oh J.P., feels so good. Ah!"

He licked her until she calmed down and continued to do so till she began whimpering. He rose up her body and kissed her, his tongue darting in and out of her mouth, giving her a taste of what she tasted like. Soon he was grinding against her, and she him. As he entered her, the moan that escaped both of them was loud enough that it would have woken the roommates. When he began moving inside of her, he never remembered anything that had felt that good in his life. He had sowed some oats in his time, but nothing compared to this. It was as if Cameron's body was made for his. Quickly they were moving faster, but all of a sudden Cameron stopped him. She rolled them over so that she was on top and began moving again. Just as she was about ready to orgasm again, he stopped her. When he eased out of her, she looked at him with a curious glance. As he positioned himself behind her, his hands ran up and down her back, lingering for the slightest bit on each of her scars that were visible. He again slid into her and quickly began moving. Within minutes, Cameron lost the battle to hold back her orgasm as the feeling of him inside her was just too wonderful. As Cameron came, J.P. did seconds after as the feeling of her walls on him was just too much for him to withstand.

"Je vous ami, J.P."

At first, it shocked J.P. to hear those words. It wasn't due to the fact that he didn't feel the same; it was just that he didn't know she spoke French. She had the accent down and everything. As they both collapsed on the bed, J.P. leaned over her and looked into her eyes.

"Et je vous aime mon beau Cameron. Je n'ai pas su que vous avez parlé le français."

"Je suis un morceau rouillé. J'ai étudié le français dans l'école secondaire."

"C'est bon. Aussi mignon que vous êtes quand vous parlez le français, vous pouvez parler l'anglais avec moi."

"Merci beaucoup."

"A moins que vous voulez me taquiner s'il vous plaît fait alors."

"Ha ha, cute. If you put it that way then, je veux vous sucer."

"Damn, what have I gotten myself into?"

"A whole lot of trouble I do believe."

AN: Here are the translations for the french phrases:

"Je vous ami." - I love you.

"Et je vous aime mon beau Cameron. Je n'ai pas su que vous avez parlé le français." - And I love you too my beautiful Cameron. I didn't know you spoke French.

"Je suis un morceau rouillé. J'ai étudié le français dans l'école secondaire." - I'm a bit rusty. I studied French in high school.

"C'est bon. Aussi mignon que vous êtes quand vous parlez le français, vous pouvez parler l'anglais avec moi." - It's okay. As cute as you are when you speak French, you can speak English with me.

"Merci beaucoup." - Thank you very much.

"A moins que vous voulez me taquiner s'il vous plaît fait alors." - Unless you want to tease me, then please do.

"Je veux vous sucer." - I want to suck you.