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"What are you-" Richard muttered but the words left the moment Camille dropped herself in his lap. She put one arm lazily around his shoulder and leaned into him as she took her phone with her other hand from her back pocket.

Richard froze immediately.

'Relax." Camille said softly when she felt his muscles tighten underneath her. And was he even still breathing? "Just relax. It's okay. I'm not going to bite you." She told him in a soothing voice. "And you aren't going to do anything you don't want to either." She instructed him. "Just breathe. Whatever comes up, don't fight it. Just let it be."

He had turned into a statue now. She wanted to feel his neck for a pulse but tried to be patient, like Kris had told her too. "Tell me what I can do to make you feel more at ease." She asked after what felt like an hour but must have been a minute or two.

Richard swallowed. "Nothing." He answered with a thick throat. She was all around him, everywhere, it felt warm and soft and hard. Her smell was everywhere, she was leaning against him... Her warmth was everywhere. He just couldn't cope... What if he would do something stupid? What if he smelled bad? Maybe he had bad breath...

"It'll pass." She whispered. "It's fake. We are just pretending Richard."

"Yes, I know." Richard managed to utter as he looked up at her. Great, her chest was on his eyes level. Good Lord! What a test. This was horrible. "It's not like we would really be lovers.." He told her as he tried to measure her.

"We don't exist." Camille reminded him. "We are mister and misses Shaw. Just relax now. Just let it be."

"Yes...Erm... Yes...Thanks." He mumbled as he felt himself finally relax after a few minutes. He hadn't even known how he was holding tension in his muscles. He felt his leg muscles soften a bit. His breathing began to deepen slowly.

Camille leaned her head against the side of his forehead and sighed as she kissed his cheek. She smiled fondly at him as she felt his heart swell and enjoyed the warmth of his skin against her lips and cheek.

"I'm sorry I'm making it so difficult for you." Richard quickly mumbled shyly as he tried to block out the fluttering feeling in his stomach. The way her lips felt against his skin. So warm, soft and moist. Focus Richard, this is a job! Just a job. Nothing more. Just enjoy it. Just like Kris had done with this Simon. I can do that too.

"That's okay. I'm not always the most easiest either. I know that." Camille admitted softly.

God, he loved that woman! He tried to enjoy her warmth. The weight of her. He pulled her somewhat closer.

Camille grinned slightly. "Getting the hang of it?"

He froze immediately.

Camille sighed in defeat. She shouldn't have said that. That was too much for him apparently... "Calm down. It's okay."

Richard swallowed and tried to relax again. He would never EVER have her this close again, so enjoy it Richard! Enjoy it while you can. Feel how warm she is and how soft. Feel every curve, feel how she wants to be sitting there.

Confidence started to grow after a few minutes. Just a little bit. A tiny, tiny, little bit. But there was hope...

"We just have to cuddle and maybe kiss a bit if necessary. That'll convince them... I hope." She said in a thick French accent.

Richard nodded against her shoulder without looking at her. He really enjoyed this. To his surprise he felt her relax too in his arms. 'Did you do this often?" He asked.

"What?" She looked at him.

"Pretending to be with someone in your undercover work?" He didn't look at her. But he felt how her face moved because of the curls that caressed the side of his neck and face. What a strange feeling... It tickled but it also felt nice. Her hair felt soft, but the structure of it was something he had never touched before. It made him curious. He wanted to touch her hair. Feel it between his fingers. But he didn't. That was a step too far maybe...

Camille wasn't looking at him. "It depended on the situation. Not a lot.. Just once I think." Her voice sounded soft and deep. Calm.

"Didn't it make you... Feel... Not at ease...?" Richard inquired in a low and soft voice. Although he was sure that she knew her way around men very well.

Camille sighed as she sat in a different way in his lap and leaned against his right side and chest now. "Maybe a bit... Yes... I could twist a button. I knew it was for work. Nothing more."

'O yes... I know it is for work too of course..." Richard started embarrassed as his cheeks flushed red. He hoped that she wouldn't think that he thought anything of this... That he would even get it in his thick mind that she wanted to be close to him. He did know that this was just a job for her! That she was 'flicking the switch' with him too. He would feel so ashamed if she only knew... Knew how he enjoyed her closeness... And how he maybe... Secretly, very secretly wanted more of that. In any possible way. She should never know that...

Camille's finger touched the redness on his cheeks.

Richard flinched softly. Even though she was so close, this felt even more intimate. He hadn't expected that...

"I like you." She told him as she put her hand on his other cheek and kissed the red one slowly. "Another man would have probably groped me already."

He cleared his throat as he felt his face heating up even more. His hands also wanted to 'grope' her, as she called it.

"Yes, well... With me not having a sex drive and all..."

Camille leaned back to study his face. "Richard! I didn't say that-"

"-You said it literally!" He countered immediately.

"I didn't mean it and-"

"-You implied as much..." He muttered before she could finish her sentence.

"O! Now he listens! I thought you just listened selectively to me and forget at least a quarter of whatever I tell you." She accused him.

He looked away.

"Do you remember everything I say literally?!" She asked as she studied him.

He shook his head and wouldn't meet her eyes.

"Non! Of course you don't." She huffed as she shook her head and sighed. She thought for a while as she leaned back against his warm side. "Okay, I won't say that again." She promised softly.

Camille almost couldn't see it but it was as if a tiny smile played around his lips. Her dark eyes studied his hair and she just couldn't stop herself. She had to feel it. She wanted to do that for such a long time. Her fingers touched the brown and she played with the soft little hairs on his head.

Richard pulled away from her hand.

"What? I can't play with your hair?" She asked surprised.

"What's that necessary for?" He asked chagrined as he glared at her.

Camille shrugged and smiled. "That's what lovers do." She answered softly as she took a strand of his hair again and tried to curl it around her finger.

"Your pulling it from my head if you go on like that." He warned her. "That's not what lovers do!"

"O... That won't happen." She assured him with a smile as she put both of her hands on his head and rubbed them over his skin, taking his hair with it.

"Camille! Really. Mind the hair!" Richard warned irritated as he tried to grab her wrists.

"O! Are you just that vain? English man. Vain English man?" She asked as she straightened herself in his lap.

"I am NOT vain! I just... I... I don't have a lot of it as it is already." Richard muttered as he tried to get his hair down again with one hand. "You're just teasing now. Taking advantage of me so you can ruffle my hair all up."

"Taking advantage of you? WOW!" She shook her head as she laughed out loud. Showing her beautiful smile and white teeth. "Believe me Richard, if I'd ever take advantage of you, it would involve other things then your hair." She smiled widely and laughed again as she ruffled his neat hair up again. "At least... Not the hair on top of your head..."

"Camille!" He snapped annoyed as his hand went to his hair again in an effort to stop her.

She caught his wrist to stop him easily. 'Don't, I like you wild."

"I'm not wild."

"I know." She said softly. "But it's nice seeing you... In a different way."

"What? I'm not good as I am?"

"With the big heavy suit and your hair all plastered to your face? There's room for improvement I would say. And I don't think mister Shaw would look like that."

"Let me guess?! What would he look like?"

"Well? Guess.." Camille said with an amused smile.

"O, just spit it out! You're enjoying yourself too much. You've already got your ideas lined up, I'm sure of that."

"I was thinking this amazing blue suit, with underneath-" She began enthusiastically.

"-Not listening anymore." Richard looked away on purpose. So now she finally had a chance to dress him. What a horror.

Camille let her head fall back in frustration as she groaned and sighed tiredly.

He nodded. "What a strange job we have."

"Well..." She started as she stood up. Leaving him cold suddenly. "If we manage not to fight for another day then we'll pull it off I think."

Richard nodded as he looked up at her. "Why do we fight so much?" He asked out loud. Or was he just thinking it? No, he had asked it out loud.

"Maybe not think about these things now." Camille deflected easily. "My only goal these coming days is to get through the job well. Yours should be too. That's how you flip the switch. She leaned her hand on his desk.

"A yes, flip the switch." Richard wanted to hug her again. Was that flipping the switch too? He stood up from his desk chair. "I can flip the switch." He said as he stepped close to her and softly took a strand of her curls and put it behind her ear.

Camille swallowed. She wanted to kiss him. Close the gap... No! Flip the switch. Nothing more.

So Camille hugged him before she wouldn't be able to control herself. She wanted to push him into that wall to kiss him senseless and rip his shirt off his body. She let go of him reluctantly. He was still very close. She breathed out evenly as she swallowed. She felt shy. Should she? It was just a matter of seconds. Maybe this was the right moment... Finally! If she would just do it, and he would reject her, she could always say that it was to practice, nothing more. Just for the case. Her breathing shuddered at these thoughts. Could she finally step over that line? Her muscles tensed up as she held her breath. The air seemed to be crackling with electricity between them. She wanted to move her foot towards him. Then move her whole body and then she could finally kiss hi-

"Camille?" A familiar voice called from the porch. Camille flinched in shock seconds before the tall woman breezed in the station.

Richard jumped away from her. He cleared his throat and began to actively shuffle some papers back and forth over his desk.

"Yes?" Camille said as she twirled around towards Kris.

"Ehm, the- Ehm..." Kris stammered when she picked up the energy in the room. She looked from Camille to Richard and then back at Camille, to Richard again who was doing something funny with the papers on his desk. She didn't dare ask if she had disturbed something. "Outside..." She pointed at the harbor. "There was this girl. A little girl. So sad. You didn't tell me there is an orphanage here?"

"It's ruled by nuns." Richard spoke from behind Camille's back as he sat down behind his desk feeling chagrined. Why did the woman have to chose this exact moment to barge in here?!

"O? You know of it?" Kris asked interested.

"Yes, we were there for a case once." Camille explained as she looked at Richard.

"Are you okay? You seem rather... Heated..." Kris asked as she saw how flushed Richard looked. She eyed his suit and wondered once again that being in that suit really couldn't be healthy with this heat, could it?"

"O... Er... Yes, fine." Richard quickly murmured annoyed. Losing Camille's warmth and proximity that fast was something that made him extremely chagrined. "I have work to do." He snapped as he avoided looking at both woman. Just as he had started to enjoy her being so close, it was taken away so rudely. And it would probably never happen again. It had felt so nice, so warm and intimate.

"Okay.." Kris said as she studied Richard confused. She turned towards Camille. "It was so sad! There was this little girl who was crying on the beach. She looked so lost." Kris shook her head sadly.

'Yes, it's heartbreaking." Camille agreed with less feeling than Kris was used to. She grabbed Kris's arm and lead her towards her own desk. "But I have the feeling that the nuns are taking good care of them."

They both looked up when Richard coughed in his drink.

"Richard doesn't like nuns." Camille clarified.

"Well, I'm going to the market now. Can I take something for you?"

Camille shook her head.

"Richard?"

"What?" He asked as he tried to loosen his tie. Just a bit.

"Do you want something from the market?"

He looked incredulously at her. "I'm working, I don't have time for this." He snapped venomously.

Camille gave him a warning look. Which she couldn't hide from Kris.

"Never mind." Kris looked back at Camille. "Have a nice day." She gave Richard a pointed look. "I won't bring you anything from the market then." She said as she took a few steps back toward Camille. "Could I borrow your bike by any chance? I'm thinking of renting a jeep maybe. I'm still in doubt what I should do. Maybe a bike shows me more of the Island."

"You can take my mountain bike if you wish? My mother has the keys. It's in storage next to La Kaz."

"Really? That would be great! Merci." Kris smiled enthusiastically as she left.

"Dinner at six?" Camille called after her.

"Oui." She called back over her shoulder as she already made her way down from the station towards the market.

Camille directed her gaze at Richard.

"What?"

"Can you be a bit more friendly towards her?"

"What? I didn't want anything from the market."

Camille sighed. "Never mind." This was no use any way...

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