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Chapter 26

La Kaz

There were less customers now and Catherine just couldn't let that strange feeling go. She would just go upstairs to Camille's room to check on it. Just for a moment. To see. Kris had promised to clean everything up, and had assured Catherine everything was fine. But she just needed to put this nagging feeling at the pit of her stomach at ease. Her intuition was almost never off. Usually...

"I'll be back in five minutes." Catherine said to the customers who were at the bar.

Police Station

O, how Camille enjoyed Richard's warmth. The feel of his body against hers. The hard warm press of his chest, belly and upper legs. She could revel in it for hours. Hide herself from the rest of the world and just enjoy him. And than the press of that other part of his anatomy.. It was driving her crazy! Something she really shouldn't think about right now. "Move as far back as you can."

"I don't know why you think there's more space because there really isn't and-" Richard muttered. "-Oomph!" Camille pressed herself so hard against his body that the air seemed to be squashed out of his lungs. He closed his eyes to block out the hard press of her soft breasts against his chest. That feeling felt so wonderful and that really wasn't somethinghe should revel in or enjoy. He wasn't allowed to. This was not the situation!

Camille was wriggling with the cuffs. "That bitch." She muttered. She looked back at Richard. She would have never ever thought she'd hate how good Kris was. But now she did. She was not going to let her get away with this. "My cuffs are under yours. So if we stand up and I go down on you we'll be out of this position at least. Then I can figure out what to do next."

Go down on you? Richard closed his eyes to block out the clear visualizations that brought up. Especially with her in that dress.

"Richard? Are you listening?"

He nodded quickly as he swallowed. It was a very good thing that she couldn't read his mind... Good Lord. That would have been awful.

"I'm wearing an under wired bra."

Richard's eyes grew big. He just stared at her. What?! So? Why was she telling him what lingerie she was wearing? His brain had stopped at the word bra and all he could do was stare at her with wide eyes.

Camille could make out his green eyes, even in the half dark. How he was staring and probably not connecting the dots. "Wire!" She snapped impatiently. There was no time for his prudery! "There's a wire in my bra." She spelled out annoyed as if she was talking to a three year old.

"O... Of course...Er... Yes..." He swallowed. Then he frowned. "But how to get the wire out of your b-" Realization hit him before he finished his question. Neither of them could use their hands. But he could use something else. The sigh escaped his body before he could stop himself. "Camille.." He pleaded. This was NOT a good idea!

"Richard, look at me." She ordered sternly. "Get over any issues you have. I need to get out of this, I need to find Kris. I can't let her get away with this. Please... You helped me with Aimee."

Richard didn't respond.

"Please Richard. I need your help. Promise me that we will get Kris." Because she needed to shake Kris, rattle her or strangle her. She needed to understand what her friend had done and why. She needed answers because the pain of her betrayal and behavior was just too much.

"Yes. Of course. I promise." Richard said when he snapped out of it. "It's just..." He looked at Camille's breasts. He cleared his throat. "It... The... You... It's... Unnerving."

"Just don't think about it too much. They are just breasts. You don't have to touch them."

"No, but I have to get that wire out of your bra with my mouth?! Without touching you?" How was that even possible?! He wasn't some magician!

"Richard! Stop being such a prude!" She ordered annoyed. "I need to get to Kris and I really don't care how. You're my friend, move it! Get over it!"

"It's just... I wouldn't want to..." He looked at her. Straight in her dark eyes. "... Grope you." He said softly as insecurity washed over him even more.

Camille's impatience dissapeared as snow for the sun as she saw the look in his wide green eyes. He was so worried to touch her in a wrong way, so busy with her well being. It warmed her heart. But being Camille, a new wave of impatience washed over her again. She needed to act. Right now. "You are not groping me if I'm giving you consent. Richard look at me. Get that wire however you can. I don't care. You've seen my breasts before."

"I most certainly did not!" He countered shocked. And his eyes grew even bigger.

Camille sighed annoyed. "When I was wearing my bikini." She reminded him shortly.

"That isn't the same."

She rolled her eyes. Maybe it was best to just ignore his reluctance because she didn't want to waste time on fighting or on another long discussion. "On the left side of my bra is a little hole in which I can put a wire. If you start there and use your teeth then you can get it out." She began.

"Ehm, er... Yes." He looked at her dress. How was he going to do this? He looked at Dwayne and Fidel and hoped they were as very much asleep as they seemed.

La Kaz

Catherine frowned when she saw from the hall that Camille's door was slightly open. Kris hadn't locked it? How careless of her. Which was strange because if Kris was anything, it wasn't careless. Catherine looked around her to see if there was anyone looking. "Kris?" She called out as she put her hand on the open door softly. "Is there anybody in there?" She heard something, it sounded strange...

Police station

"Okay." Richard whispered. He studied her shortly. He recognized the defiant, impatient gleam in her eyes. If he didn't act anytime soon she would probably explode, and being so close to her when she was like that would not be advisable. Even with her on the other side of a building with a temper like that he'd still want to put streets between them. He gave Camille one final look and used his nose to get the strap of her dress off. He ignored the feel of her warm skin. His skin tingled when he felt the warmth of her body.

Camille inhaled sharply when his nose contacted her skin. Richard let go quickly and looked at her in shock. Had he done something wrong? Had he hurt her?!

"I'm sorry..." She hadn't expected this to be so difficult. "Don't mind me. Just go on." She prodded him as she swallowed and looked away quickly. This was too much. She clenched her teeth angrily as she thought about Kris with her stupid TV show. Telling her how romantic it would be to have two people in awkward positions like this. 'They would either fight/ bleed or come out kissing.' What had Kris been thinking?! Was this her way of putting Richard and her together? Or was it just to mock them? Camille groaned involuntarily when she felt cold air connect with her bare skin and his warm breath underneath her arm pit. She tried to even her breathing. This was not funny. She felt his face come back up to check on her. It was a good thing that her hands were tied securely behind his back. So she couldn't do what she really wanted to do right now.

"Sorry, don't mind me." Camille told him again. "Just ignore me." Why was this so difficult for her? She wasn't some teenage girl! Stupid Kris! A nagging voice in the back of her mind told her that Kris might have been right about the kissing/ bleeding/ fighting thing. She didn't want Kris to be right about anything at the moment! She wanted Kris in one of these cells, cuffed and answering her questions!

Richard could feel the lace of her bra pushing against his nose. He could smell her. He loved her scent. This was the weirdest thing he had ever done in his life.

"Can you feel it?"

Feel it? He felt lots of things.

"The wire?" Camille asked in a trembling voice.

"Yes." He mumbled hoarsely. And that wasn't all he felt. For crying out loud!

She tried not to react to the goosebumps that flew over her skin when she felt his warm breath against her left breast now. She closed her eyes in an effort to block out the feeling this gave her. To block Richard out. To focus on her task at hand.

"I'm just going to grab the wire and-"

Camille tried to calm herself. "No need to explain what you are doing. Just hurry it up." She urged impatiently as she tried to push the feelings that were rushing through her body away. This was utter torture. She felt something hard graze the side of her breast through the bra and thought it was his teeth.

La Kaz

"Hello?" Catherine called out softly as she opened the door slowly. She gasped when she looked inside Camille's room.

Police Station

Richard closed his teeth around the wire and gently pulled. It was stuck. Great! Of course! Why couldn't something go easy right now?!

Richard groaned as he pulled harder. His nose was pressing against her bra and he could feel the warmth of her breast through the material pressing against his face. He tried to focus on the hard and cold wire. He needed that thing out. He jerked at it somewhat roughly making Camille utter a sound that sounded like a moan of some sort to him. She cleared her throat immediately after that. Finally the wire slid out. He moved his face up and then the second hurdle came when he had it between his teeth and lips. How was he going to give it to Camille? He looked at her lips. How could he give her the wire without touching her lips? Without making it intimate? He wanted to stay professional. O, he was going to make a promise to himself, if he got Kris in his hands before Camille, he'd strangle her himself!

Before he could give it more thought Camille closed the gap between them. Richard wanted to ask in shock what she was doing but couldn't talk, he didn't want to lose the wire. He could almost feel her lips and skin connect with his. Fear took over as he jerked his face away from her in shock. Camille looked at him with big eyes. Did he see hurt in her eyes? No. That wasn't possible...

They looked at each other for a moment. Both seemed to be holding their breath. Richard seemed to restore himself and moved towards her again. Closer. He tried to focus on the wire between his teeth but all he could feel was the side of her full lips against his, how they moved over the wire, her tongue that faintly brushed the underside of his lower lip by accident as she took over the wire. Was this what it would feel like to kiss her? To have those lips against his? To have her actually want to kiss him? Something fluttered wildly in his stomach.

Camille nodded.

She seemed unaffected by all of this.

"Fnow few wef to swand." She ordered.

Richard frowned and his overheated brain translated her words into 'now you have to stand.' He nodded as they both tried to stand up and she took the wire in one part of her cheek so she could talk better. If only this would work! He hoped so. Especially after all of this.

He uttered a moan the moment he felt her go down, her body pressing against his while she made her way down his mid-section. How could this feel so intimate? He hadn't had sex many times, but the times he had seemed almost nothing compared to this. How strange was that?! This felt so much more intimate. Even with clothes on. His senses seemed to be on such a high alert, like they had never been before. Like he had never been before. He was extremely sensitive to this woman. To her body, her smell, her touch, her skin... Her everything. It confused him immensely. And also made him angry with himself, this was really not the time to have thoughts like this!

Richard saw how she looked up at him, froze momentarily, those big dark eyes scanning him, then her eyes swooped over his body before she managed to drag her eyes away and focus on the cuffs.

"Are you... Are you managing?" He uttered the moment he found his voice.

"Non." She answered softly and honestly.

He squinted and focused on his colleagues in the other cell. They weren't moving. He gulped the moment he felt Camille move over his legs and finally reach his shoes. He could step out of her arms and they would be a bit freer from each other.

Before he could, he heard a string of French curses again, muffled by the wire in her mouth. He gulped hard the moment she moved up again, fast this time, not even minding to try and stay away as far as possible from his body. He inhaled sharply at the contact. What was she doing?! He clenched his teeth and tried not to make another sound. Good Lord! This was hell. French hell. It had to be. This couldn't be a dream. It couldn't.

Camille spat the wire out of her mouth angrily. "This is no use!" She growled.

Richard looked with wide sad eyes from the wire on the ground back to Camille. Did she just throw away the wire that he had gotten from her with so much work?!

"That bitch used tie wraps to keep our cuffs together so I couldn't move any further down!"

Richard remembered how Kris had bent and had extra checked the cuffs. "O yes. She said as much. That she needed to make sure to keep you here."

"Why?"

"Because you were hard to go up against or something." He mumbled, feeling the press of her body so hard against him. He tried to move back a bit and push himself against the bars.

"I can't believe this. I can't believe that she did this!" Camille moaned as her body sagged sadly.

"Do you want to sit down again?" Richard asked as he looked away from her. There wasn't enough space to make eye contact at a decent distance.

Camille sighed sadly. "Oui."

"Maybe we can talk about which position would be best to sit in for the coming hours?" Richard proposed softly.

"Hours!" She spat at Kris. She extended her neck and groaned out loud. "I can't believe that we're stuck here! While she's doing whatever she has planned with ease." She shook her head.

Richard saw that her eyes were getting moist.

"I'm so sorry Camille." He mumbled.

"Me too."

"I don't think that she's doing it with ease." Richard commented as his brain seemed to be able to think again. "Going in there alone... Or maybe she works with someone... She will be in a lot of danger. I don't understand why she didn't work with us together first and then took the diamonds. We might even get a call later that she's been killed and-..." He stopped talking. Oops. He should have put a foot in his mouth.

"What?" Camille swallowed and looked away. She didn't want to be worried about Kris! She wanted to hate her!

"Er..." He shouldn't have mentioned anything. He didn't want her to worry. "I was just saying that... It's dangerous." Was this the part where he wanted to comfort her and made things even worse? Yes it was. Great one Richard! If only he had better people skills. Or Camille-skills for that matter.

Camille looked at him again. "Kris really has a problem; either she gets killed by criminals who really aren't fooling around when it's about that much money, or she'll get strangled by me. What was she thinking?!"

"Us." Richard added.

Camille raised her brows at him.

"You said 'me'. I think you'll have to get in line for the strangling thing."Richard shrugged.

"What did she do to you?" Camille asked suspiciously as she looked at the small wound on his eyebrow.

They looked at each other. Intensely. Was she worried about him? Really? Just before she had lost consciousness Kris had played with the knife and threatened them as if she was going to do something to Richard. He secretly enjoyed that Camille felt so protective of him. "Nothing." He answered quickly. "I just had to bring Fidel, Dwayne and you here. And she slapped me."

That was enough to anger Camille again. She clenched her jaw and looked away.

"It may sound strange but..." Richard stopped talking because he thought deep.

Camille looked at him again. "What?" She asked softly.

He looked up at her. "I... I had the strange feeling that she was careful with us." He looked at Dwayne and Fidel.

"Careful?" Camille repeated confused.

"Yes... She threatened a lot but she didn't actually... Do a lot. Well, except, you know... Slap me once."

"How sweet of her." Camille bit sarcastically. "So, how is this going to play out? When will we be found? In the morning? In the afternoon? And who will find us? The Commissioner maybe? And Kris will be long gone by then."

Richard nodded. "She did make a good plan for herself." He had to admit that.

Camille answered with a string of French curse words he didn't understand. Which was probably for the best...

"So er... If I sit down... Can you sit next to me, or partly on my lap?" He was tired of standing like this. It was even more uncomfortable then just sitting on the cold floor.

"You know Richard, I don't care anymore. So you just tell me the way that is most comfortable for you." Camille said dejectedly as she lowered herself.

"O, okay." Richard said as he began to lower himself with her.

"This will hurt my back." Camille concluded when she sat with both of her legs on one side. "If you don't mind.." She put both of her legs on either side, straddling him again.

Richard swallowed and looked away quickly when he saw her dress riding up her legs higher than before.

"You've seen me in less." Camille reminded him.

He hated how she seemed to be able to read his mind at times! How did she do that?! "We were at a distance then." He stated as calmly as he could when he remembered seeing her in a flimsy bikini.

"Well, don't sweat it. You've seen me in my bikini, so you can handle my dress riding up." Camille decided for him.

"There's the bikini again. That's a whole different thing! You weren't in my lap then, you are in my lap now!" He reminded her annoyed. This was very different!

"We'll be here for hours! We just have to make the best of this!" She suddenly spat impatiently at him.

"Yes, yes, you're right. I didn't want to... Make things more difficult."

He felt her shake her head, curls touching his cheek.

"Why would Kris even do this? She put Fidel and Dwayne at a good distance from each other." She wondered again. She just wanted to know.

Richard shrugged. "I think she enjoyed doing this."

"Why, what did she say?" Camille asked curiously as she looked at him. God, he was close. She bit her lower lip as she looked away again. She tried to calm her mind and her body.

"Nothing much." He lied quickly. "Just that she regretted not seeing the Commissioner and his face when he finds us like this."

"She wanted to humiliate us." Camille concluded sadly. She shook her head. "Why Kris? Why would you do this?" She moved on top of Richard and faced him now. "She isn't like this. She would never-" She looked away. "This is not the Kris I know. And I knew her so well. I'm … I'm so confused. I don't understand..." The words drifted away from her. It just hurt too much. She felt betrayed. She leaned the side of her face against his left chest.

Richard opened his mouth to protest, that it was too close. And too nice.

"I don't want to think anymore." She said sadly.

He closed his mouth, swallowing the words he had wanted to say. He enjoyed how her weight settled against him. He felt protective of her. So protective. He wanted to put his arm around her. His hand on her back to comfort her. But he couldn't. They weren't going anywhere anytime soon...

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