Happy New Year :)
All I want for New Year's Part I
Carlos Garcia parked his snow mobile in front of Mama Knight's Diner, cutting the engine. He smiled catching sight of the decorations in the windows, while getting off his machine, and tucking his helmet under his arm. Mama Knight always went over the top whenever a holiday came around, New Year's being the biggest of them all. Small metallic year signs graced the corner windows and hand-cut paper stars lined the largest of the glass displays.
"Hey Sheriff," Dak called Carlos out of his thoughts.
"Dak what in the hell are you doing over here tonight? You aren't sneaking out on that pretty little wife of yours are you?" Carlos smirked, knowing full well Deputy Dak Zevon was as devoted to Katie as the snow was to winter.
Dak rolled his large brown eyes, tucking a stray glazed brown hair under his hood, "Katie sent me for some of her Mom's snicker doodles, said it wouldn't be a good night for me without it. And I will be having a good night, no questions asked?" He said, looking dead serious.
Both men laughed hard, their breath smoking in the winter air. Carlos giving the larger man a slap on the back, "Yeah I feel you big guy."
"You got any plans tonight? Is there a special someone waiting at home?" Dak elbowed Carlos in the side with waggled brows. Carlos kept his smile plastered on, hiding the slight tug of loneliness inside.
"Nah, I wouldn't be having dinner here if I had some hot guy waiting for me at home," He winked, leading Dak out of the frigid outdoors and into the sweltering heat of the diner, with a chime of the front door.
"Well I'll keep my eyes peeled for you..." Dak bellowed with a chuckle.
"Thanks buddy, but I think I'll do my own scouting," Carlos chuckled. No way in hell was he having his straight married deputy trying to find him a husband.
Carlos moved out the way for a couple trying to squeeze past them. The place was packed tonight, every red vinyl booth filled, and all the barstools taken by laughing, happy customers. He kept his frown from getting the best of him, grabbing a menu from the busy hostesses stand to look at take-out options.
"Aw hell," Dak muttered behind him, "Katie is gonna kill me if I don't get those snicker doodles soon. From the looks of it, it'll be awhile." He plopped into a small chair next to Carlos with a grunt, causing an audible groan from the plastic under his much larger ass.
Carlos smiled, patting the big guy's shoulder, " Mama Knight will put her daughter on the cookie priority list for sure."
"I hope so Carlos, cause if she don't...Well I don't need to tell you..." Dak laid his massive body against the back of the chair in thought.
The Sheriff gave his deputy a knowing smile, turning to focus on the scene before him. The chime of the bell on the front door, the smell of fresh coffee, and the chatter of hungry people made him feel a little less alone. That's why he always ate at Mama Knight's. It was warm, inviting, and better than eating another dinner for one in front of the television.
He pulled his fur-trimmed hood back when he caught sight of Mama Knight approaching. Her lushes red hair was tied up in a bun and her deep soulful coffee eyes sparkled like it was her sixteenth birthday. Mama Knight 's thick cable knit sweater was patterned with Christmas tress, 2014 and a winky face, making Carlos smile. The woman always did know how to dress for the occasion.
"How's my handsome Sheriff this evening?" The petite woman perched onto her tip toes, giving the sheriff a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm alright Mama Knight, how about yourself?" Carlos 's green eyes smiled.
"Oh my stars, tonight has been wonderful! Got this new kid working the back, and Lord knows she is God send. Just came in yesterday looking for a job. I had no idea she was that good. And my son's back in town! Oh speaking of..." Mama Knight excitedly pulled a box from behind the hostess station.
The pink dessert box was wrapped with a red taffeta bow and Mama Knight held it out to Dak, "Camille made it special for you guys."
"Snicker doodles?" Dak eyed the box skeptically, knowing the consequences if it wasn't.
"Oh please honey, like it would be anything else. Now take it and get, Katie isn't gonna wait all night," She shoved the box into his eager hands, giving him a kiss with a good squeeze around the waist.
"Thanks Mama K. I owe you one." Dak kissed her forehead, "Later boss." He winked at Carlos and moved out the door like the place was ablaze.
"That boy...I swear..." Mama Knight shook her head with a smile. "Now where are we gonna put you?" Mama Knight peered around the diner, scouting for a free seat in which to put her favorite customer.
"Nah, Mama K, it's alright. I'll just get something to go, place is too packed to sit anywhere," Carlos tried and was given a scowl.
"Nonsense, I think I know where you can put that butt of yours," She smiled, "Follow me..."
With no other choice, as Mama K didn't take no for an answer, Carlos followed behind Mama Knight, nodding to folks he knew as he passed them. His brows went up as Mama Knight came to a stop in front of a booth. Sitting there was a man so engrossed over his phone, that he had not a care in the world that two people were standing there staring at him openly.
Carlos didn't want him to look up either. He too was engrossed, but not over a phone. The man before him was as beautiful as they came. He was a little clean cut for Carlos 's normal tastes, but he had something about him, that was just too good to look away. The stranger was slender, but not skinny, having obvious muscles working under his grey thermal tee. His hair was cut shorter, with a little length on top and shaded a sandy golden. Darker brows gave way to a profile of darker green eyes, and Carlos was lost at the sight before him.
"Kendall?" Mama Knight cooed in her smoothest tone. The man looked up with a start, shifting his eyes between the two of them.
"Yeah?" He cleared his throat, placing the phone screen down onto the white plastic table.
"This is Carlos Garcia, he's the Sheriff." Mama Knight gestured at Carlos.
"Hi, I'm Kendall." He looked at Carlos, obviously startled. His voice was like silk across Carlos 's skin and he shifted to his other foot under the guy's surprised gaze.
"Now, since you have this big ole' booth to yourself...Well I was wondering if you wouldn't mind sharing with Carlos, here. He's a sweetie, I promise," Mama Knight smiled sweetly and Kendall looked Carlos over once more.
Carlos stayed perfectly still as the man in the booth raked his gaze over his body. Did he like what he saw, Carlos thought, God he hoped so.
"Sure. That's alright," The stranger gestured to the seat across from him and Carlos slid into the booth.
"Thanks sweetie." Mama Knight gave the man a kiss on the cheeks.
"No problem." The man smiled and Carlos felt his dick harden under his jeans. Where was this coming from? Never had Carlos Garcia been attracted to someone so suddenly in his entire life. Maybe it was that smile, with those pearly white teeth, and supple rosy lips that would look amazing wrapped around his...ah shit.
Mama Knight winked at Carlos and went to fetch his usual black coffee. "It's nice to meet you." The man offered a hand across the table.
"Nice to meet you Kendall," Carlos returned the hand with his own. A shiver stretched over his skin as they made contact for the first time. Kendall 's hand was warm, with fingers that fit perfectly into Carlos 's larger palm.
"Sheriff huh? That's sure to be a big job," Kendall smirked, checking his phone once more.
"Not really, this is a small town and folks keep quiet most of the time," Carlos managed, his sweaty palms gripping his thighs. "Uh, so what do you do Kendall?"
"Nothing at the moment, I just moved here from LA," He replied never looking away from his device.
"That's quite a change. Why in the hell did you come to Minnesota?" Carlos leaned forward, his head starting to speculate the many possibilities to Kendall 's true identity. As a cop, it was always in his experience that when people didn't look you in the eye and offered evasive answers...something was not right.
Kendall looked up this time and Carlos saw something close to sadness flicker behind those chocolate eyes. "My grandmother passed away a little over a month ago. She left me her cottage over on Nautilus Road and I figured, since my mom wasn't going to use it, I would. It was time for a change anyways. So here I am," He murmured. Carlos felt his heartstrings tugged.
"I'm real sorry Kendall. I didn't mean to upset you." Carlos offered and Kendall smiled slightly.
"No, it's okay. It's just a little fresh that's all. Maybe you knew her? Martha Schmidt?"
"Ah she was your grandma? That woman made the best lemon bars in the entire universe, I can see where Mama Knight got her cooking skills" Carlos smiled. "I used to take her to church when the snow got too bad. No way was she or your mother about to drive with her vision being like it was."
"That was nice of you," Kendall was staring directly into Carlos 's eyes. There was a connection here, Carlos thought. A spine tingling one if you asked him.
"It was nothing. She helped me out once in a while too. I mean that's what small towns are for, helping each other out," Carlos drawled, trying to get past the duel pools of milk chocolate looking through him.
Mama Knight chose that moment to place a cup of coffee in front of the Sherriff, bringing a refill for Kendall, "You boys know what you want yet? Or do you need another minute?" She smiled, looking from Carlos to Kendall, with that meddling twinkle in her eye.
"I'll have the usual Mama K," Carlos grinned.
"Boy, I swear to the heavens above...one day you will turn into a chicken pot pie," Mama Knight laughed, clapping her paper pad against her thigh.
"Your chicken pot pie is the best in the world, mom. And I haven't had it in ages. Can I have that to?" Kendall asked.
"Sure baby, I'll be back in a jiff," Mama Knight winked, disappearing swiftly into the crowd of people.
The two men sat in silence for a few moments. Carlos played with the edge of his napkin, twirling the ends between his fingers, and trying to come up with something to say. He glanced through his lashes, watching Kendall play on his phone once more and feeling like he was more of a nuisance to the man than anything.
"So, um what did you do back in LA?" Carlos looked up, attempting to make the first move.
Kendall glanced at Carlos with a distracted expression, "Sorry what?"
"Must be real important, whatever's on there," The Sheriff pointed to the phone, making Kendall squirm.
"Are you always this nosy?" Kendall cocked a brow.
~~~ In the Kitchen~~~
"Orders up," The newest cook shouted, pushing another jiffy ready meal through the window.
Camille grinned at the dishwasher, who had been watching her all night long. Guess the guy had never seen real skills in the kitchen before. Camille shook her head and started mixing up batter in a large ceramic bowl. It had been a while since she's graced one of these rural small towns with her presence, making her work tonight feel all the more special.
'Camille' as she was known during her day jobs, was not really all that met the eye. No, her curly chocolate locks and big brown eyes had another identity entirely. She started to hum as set down the batter and started to stir a pot of chili on the burner, feeling those eyes on her back yet again.
"Hey Tyler, why don't you take ten, those dishes can wait a few minutes. Take a break man," Camille called over her shoulder, already knowing about a beautiful red headed woman out back just waiting for company.
"Uh, yeah...that sounds good," Tyler replied gently, picking up a pack of smokes from the top shelf.
Camille heard the other man walk towards the back, muttering 'something strange about that gal' under his breath. Tyler had no idea, Camille grinned. The brunette set to work again, snatching another paper slip from the window, and pulling two already made pot pies from the fridge, to set them in the preheated oven.
She smiled as her closed his eyes, feeling for the people they belonged to. Images came to her head, and she chuckled as she found yet another perfect match. This is why he loved small towns. So much love in the air, it made her 'job'(messing with fate) real easy.
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Kendall was so nervous sitting across from the Sherriff. So much so, he felt the sweat building over his skin. In all his days, never had he seen a more beautiful man. Carlos was shorter, bigger, and more handsome than his normal taste, but there was something about him that pulled Kendall to him.
He concentrated on his phone to make his body calm a little, but the images on the screen were more upsetting than calming. Jett's smiling face looked back at him, mocking Kendall none too subtly. Next to his ex-boyfriend was Jett's new fiancé Steve, the New anchor he had met at the gym. The happy couple was pictured holding each other in front of a stunning tropical backdrop and Kendall was on the verge of tears. He took a deep breath remembering that night. Last New Years…
Flash Back
He was so excited, the candles were lit, and a soft jazz cd was on in the background. Kendall fluffed another pillow and with a giggle straightened the flowers sitting on the dinning table. He had worked all day cooking and cleaning, so that when Jett got home he would be in for one hell of a surprise.
Kendall glanced at the clock, biting his lip because Jett would be home any minute. He looked in the mirror one more time and chuckled. The little cupid outfit that he had bought at the sex shop downtown looked good on his slight figure, the small loin cloth fitting perfectly, and hanging sensually off his hips. Kendall adjusted the little wings on his back and rubbed in some more oil over his chest. Jett would not be able to resist him. It had been a while since they had been together and Kendall was almost to the point of begging, but he had a feeling that tonight Jett would be more than up for it.
He gasped in delight as keys could be heard in the lock and the door opened. Kendall went to his hiding spot behind the corner as Jett left his coat on and looked from side to side before shutting the door. Jett always took his coat off and tossed his keys on the side table when he got home. Kendall also noticed, furrowing his brow, that Jett wasn't wearing his clothes… or his type of cloths. Sure he was an actor and had the perk of brining home new cloths every now and then, but these cloths weren't even his style. Jett was always so tired after work that he never even bothered changing before he left the studio.
His suspicious thoughts continued as Jett walked over to the set up table and groaned, shaking his head, and blowing out the candles. Kendall's heart started to race and he wanted to just cry right there. Jett wasn't even going to give him a chance tonight, leaving him high and dry once again. A tear slipped down his cheek as he saw his boyfriend go to the front coat closet and pull out a rolling suitcase.
Kendall couldn't take it anymore, something was wrong, very wrong, "Jett?" He stepped out from the shelter of the wall.
Jett's eyes widened, looking him up and down, before sighing and clutching the suitcase closer to his person, "I was going to leave you a voicemail. I had hoped to avoid all of this," His tone was flat and dry.
"Avoid what exactly?" Kendall quivered and sucked in a sharp breath.
"Just listen to me Kendall," Jett rubbed his face with his free hand, "Things between us aren't great. You and I both know that and it's come to the point where we're drifting apart, going our separate ways."
" Jett you can't be serious?! I try to be with you every night and you're too tired or not up for it or some other excuse. As for going separate ways, what are you talking about? I always do what you want to do or hang out with your friends. I support your career, I moved in with you, and now I don't understand where this is coming from," Kendall started to cry. Jett made no move to comfort him.
"Maybe what I should have said is that I'm going down a different road, a road that doesn't include you," Jett looked him straight on, his voice even, void of emotion. Kendall's mouth gaped open, his eyes were wet, and he sputtered for a response. Jett was leaving him.
"I've met someone else and it feels right. I'm sorry about all this Kendall, but I just can't live a lie anymore, I love him and I have for some time now. I wish that you wouldn't have been here, so this would've been easier on both of us, but what's done is done. I wish you the best Kendall, I really do." He started towards the door; the sound of his suitcase against the hardwood was like a knife ripping into Kendall's gut.
"Why?" Kendall sobbed.
"Because he's who I'm meant to be with. You should really focus on finding someone who loves you like he loves me," Jett flicked his hazel eyes to Kendall one last time, "My agent will be here on Tuesday to grab my things and give you the key." Jett looked over the condo one more time, "Good bye Kendall."
With that, he rolled his suitcase out the door and shut it behind him. Kendall couldn't speak, move, or think, he was in shock. The numb feeling waned and the anger rose. Kendall wiped his tears on the back of his hand and screamed. He continued by throwing everything on the beautifully set table across the room, reveling in the shatter of glass, and the ruins of his cooking.
He came upon the silly cupid red roses and spent the next hour, ripping it into teeny tiny pieces.
Kendall shivered and irritably glanced at the familiar New Year's decorations that were taped to the wall next to him, that's why he moved back, he needed his family. It had all become too much after that night, living in the big city, and being so alone with only his sick grandmother and mother to provide him with any encouragement. So when the lawyer had produced his grandma's will to Kendall, granting him full ownership of the cottage, he jumped at the chance for a new life. Now here he sat, in a room full of happy couples, on the day he hated the most, mourning all over again.
A mumble came from the man across from him, startling him from his darkened thoughts, "Sorry what?"
"Must be real important, whatever's on there," Carlos pointed to his phone.
"Are you always this nosy?" Kendall shot back, trying to hide his overwhelming urge to confess his depression to this stranger, too anyone.
"I'm a cop. It's what I do..." Carlos chuckled, obviously not deterred by Kendall 's blatant attitude.
Kendall studied the man before him, taking in the deep back eyes, and dark stubble around his jaw. Carlos 's messy black hair ran to his chin in a rugged back woods male kind of way, and it suited him, furthering Kendall's strange attraction to the man. Kendall couldn't help but run his eyes over full lips as they parted, taking in a sip of coffee. The Sheriff's tongue darted out and wet his bottom lip, placing his cup back on the table.
This man was sex personified, and Kendall shifted in his seat, discretely adjusting his bulge. He hadn't been in this town five minutes, and here he was lusting after the town's lone ranger, who was most likely straight and had a hot girlfriend waiting for him at home. Then again, why would an attached man be out dining solo on New Year's day?
"Right," Kendall finally replied, noticing the grin on Carlos 's face. Was he gay, or was he just being nice, Kendall wondered.
"You hear about the storm coming in tonight?" Carlos asked casually and Kendall watched his lips move once more.
"Uh huh," He managed then cleared his throat, averting his eyes to his own coffee, not knowing anything about a storm.
"Gonna be something brutal. You got the heat turned up in that place yet? Don't want you to freeze on your first night here," The Sheriff replied.
"How did you know this was my first night?" Kendall asked curiously.
"For starters, if it wasn't, you'd be wearing something a little warmer," Carlos gestured to the leather jacket next to Kendall, "Secondly, your Mama told be you came back. Lastly, I noticed all the folks looking and whispering your way, meaning their curious. You don't last twenty four hours without playing twenty questions with the locals. If they knew ya, they wouldn't be so interested."
"Mom moved us here when I was fourteen, left when I was sixteen. Never looked back. It's been ten years." Kendall looked around, noticing the unwanted stares and muted conversations directed his way.
"So why the frown, you look like someone rained inside your living room," Carlos studied him.
Kendall could blame it on his grandma's passing, but they would find out the truth eventually. This was a small town after all. What could it hurt to tell?
Kendall took a deep breath, "It's just one of those days I try not to remember."
"How in the world is New Year's a bad day? I mean look around you...all these people smiling and having a good time, making resolutions they will break by mid February." That got Kendall laughing a little. "I only wish I had someone to share it with like that," Carlos had a far off look in his eye that made Kendall feel like sighing.
"Well for some of us, it's rotten. Nothing more than a useless reminder that we are getting old," Kendall countered, causing Carlos to frown.
"Oh come on. Don't you feel the joy?" Carlos teased, taking a sip of his coffee.
Dreamboat was starting to irritate Kendall. Why did everyone just love this damned day?
"When you spent all day cooking a meal for your boyfriend, only to have him come home, and break it off with you for another guy, it kind of ruins it," Kendall blurted and sat back in awe that he had really just said that.
Carlos slowed his smile, setting down his coffee, with pity looming behind his eyes.
"I guess it would huh?" The big man murmured, looking down at the table, "I'm sorry Kendall. I didn't mean to make you angry."
Carlos looked like a sad puppy while he fidgeted with the napkin again. Never once did he mention the fact that Kendall's ex had been a 'he'. That was a start, Kendall thought...at least the guy wasn't a homophobe.
"So you see, I have no fondness for this day, nor will I the next year. You can dangle the little New Year Signs and week old Christmas trees in my face all you want, but it won't change my opinion on the matter," Kendall sat back in the booth, crossing his arms.
He felt like a complete ass guarding himself from Carlos, but he had no idea what this man's intentions or status was, so he kept up the dwindling front. Normally, Kendall was an easy going and caring individual, but today brought out the worst in him, and he felt pity that Carlos had to endure his dark side.
"Hey man, it's alright, I completely understand. You've had a rough go of it, what with your grnadma and an ex to boot. That's rough. I wouldn't care for today either if I were you," Carlos smiled gently.
If Kendall was standing, his knees would have given out over the lopsided grin from the man across the way. He understood? That was a first. Normally people thought him a crazy person for hating the holiday of forgiving and forgetting, making new resolutions, leaving the past behind. But the way Jett started off the New Year… well that's why Kendall hated it, but Carlos wasn't normal he guessed. Kendall could already tell Carlos cared for others; he loved his town, and had a way of making Kendall 's cock throb. He wished Carlos were gay with all his heart, because he was already perfect to Kendall.
Wait! Perfect? Where did that come from? Kendall felt like he was tripping acid, feeling anything more than curiosity was insane.
"Uh thanks. So about this storm..." Kendall tried to change the subject away from his frigid love life.
"Oh yeah, we're supposed to be getting a hell of a blizzard tonight. Wouldn't be surprised if I'm on dig out detail tomorrow," Carlos laughed easily, putting Kendall into a calmer state.
"Dig out detail?" Kendall chuckled.
"Yeah, we go around and check to make sure folks aren't stuck inside their own homes. Sometimes the snow piles up so fierce, you gotta dig em out."
"Holy shit," Kendall muttered, blushing at his own exclamation. "Sorry, I meant that's crazy."
"No worries city boy. We do tend to swear out here now and again," Carlos grinned wildly.
"I'm a city boy huh?" Kendall bit his lip for a second. "Well maybe you're right on that one. I mean I know about snow, but not like this. Oh hell, what if I get snowed in?" He started to panic at the thought.
"Calm down, if you like I can make sure your place is set up, before you turn in for the night," Carlos replied, nervously tapping against the side of his mug.
"Um..." Kendall wasn't sure what to say. Actually it was more like he didn't know what he would do with the sexy Sheriff in his house, "Sure."
Kendall raised his dark brows at his own reply. Oh great, if he wasn't nervous and aroused before...
"Yeah?" Carlos looked up for some kind of reassurance. Kendall was surprised to see Carlos looking as nervous as he felt.
Mama Knight swept towards them, holding two steaming plates of pot pie in her hands, "Here you are boys. Best pot pie in the whole world." She winked and blew a stray hair from her face.
Kendall took one whiff of his plate and felt like he had never left home. Without waiting for Carlos to dig in, he picked up his fork, breaking open the crisp golden crust. A delicious aroma hit his nose and he shuddered, narrowing his eyes in hunger, not at his food, but at the Sheriff.
~~~In the Kitchen~~~
Camille pulled a batch of gooey brownies from the oven and Tyler was in the corner with a dreamy smile on his face, a smear of pink lipstick on his cheek. The brunette took the tray over to the free counter space to let the sweets cool.
Tyler stopped what he was doing, sniffing the air in Camille's direction, "Damn that smells good."
"You want one?" Camille turned with a cheeky smile. "I bet we could set Kara one aside too."
"Kara deserves a whole plate of those brownies," Tyler sighed.
"Oh really?" Camille beamed, "I bet I could arrange that. You guys could take a batch home after work."
After planting the spark in the couple's thoughts, the food sealed the deal. Camille was definitely one to mess with fate, but she never started something that wasn't already there. The couples were always meant to be, they just needed a little push towards each other. Soul mates deserved to be found, and Camille was always happy to help.
"You think she would take me home?" Tyler gaped, but excitement was in his dark eyes.
"Take her a dozen of these and I have no doubt my friend," The goddess returned.
"Ah thanks Can, I owe you one," Tyler smiled and started humming along with the radio, going back to the dishes.
"You don't owe me a thing," Camille whispered, piling the brownies into a pink box.
She could feel a strong connection taking place in the dining area and grinned, Gods she loved her fun.
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Carlos watched Mama Knight leave the table, turning back to see Kendall staring at him. The man's light eyes were heated and full of hunger. Carlos had to clear his throat, shift in his seat, and take a sip of coffee to avoid looking back into those dangerous eyes. His stomach beckoned for the food before him, so he broke open the delicious pie.
The second the smell reached his nostrils, he was a goner. The aroma did something to his body that he had never felt before. Carlos's eyes shifted towards Kendall, consuming the city boy's very soul to the core with his stare. Carlos shivered at the intensity their connection presented, all of his control slipping away.
He watched as Kendall brought a bite of pie to his lips, slowly blowing on the food, his gaze never leaving Carlos 's eyes. The old/newcomer slipped the bite in between his lips, pulling the fork from his mouth at an agonizing pace. Kendall 's tongue licked the fork like it was the best thing he had ever tasted, causing Carlos to picture the guy's tongue licking his...
Carlos 's breath left him in a shudder. This was coming along too quickly. Maybe this was all his imagination. No way would this guy be coming onto him, he was heartbroken and alone, no way would Kendall be so trusting so quickly.
To keep his mouth from saying something stupid, he forced a bite of pie inside his mouth. The taste made him close his eyes with a small groan. He had eaten Mama Knight 's pot pie at least three times a week for the past month, and never had it tasted this good. It felt like coming home with a single bite, and Carlos let the wonderful taste roll around his tongue.
" Carlos?" He heard a husky voice ask, forcing his eyes to open. That voice made his heart do back flips, his name like a poem from Kendall 's lips. He wanted to reach across the table and slam Kendall 's lean muscled back against the surface, taking him right here, for the entire world to see.
"Yeah?" Carlos managed.
"Are you alright?" Kendall looked worried, but Carlos just smiled.
"All good," The Sheriff braced his hand against the table to keep from touching the fingers that were so close.
Kendall was about to reply, when Carlos 's radio went off. The Sheriff grunted, pulling the damned annoyance from his belt to answer.
"Sherriff Garcia, do you copy?" Kelly's voice came over the line.
Carlos pressed the radio, "Go ahead Kells."
"We just received a call from Freight Train, the highways have just been shut down, with whiteout conditions, and it's heading this way. Sheriff Gustavo wanted to give you a heads up for the barricades, I 98 and 124 are down. They're losing power in the farther out residences and already have their deputies checking the roads. I wasn't about to bother Dak, so who do you want send out to set it up?"
Carlos sighed, fate had awful timing. The forecast had predicted the blizzard conditions, but a full on whiteout and highways shutting down was bad news. He was going to have to clear out the diner, to get people home safely in time.
"Call in Griffin and Obdul, tell 'em to set up the barricades for all four main roads leading out of town. If it's as bad as Mason says, were gonna have to do a lockdown for the night. I'm gonna shut down Mama Knight 's and you call over to the bar and tell Kyle to do the same. I want everyone off the roads before this storm hits. Do me one last favor and call X and tell him to send a warning out on the air, some folks tune in this late, and word will get around," Carlos replied, wracking his brain for anything he was forgetting.
"Oh and go out and check the gates for the generator and make sure they aren't frozen shut again please. That should do it Kells, thanks."
"No problem Sherriff. You stay safe out there and I'll let you know if we got any trouble," The cute old bird's voice returned.
"I will. Night Kells, Happy New year" Carlos chuckled, clipping his radio back onto his belt.
"Oh my God, I live out there. If they put up a barricade, how am I gonna get home?" Kendall started to panic, causing Carlos to smile.
"Don't worry city boy, I won't leave you sleeping in this booth. Besides, you drive yourself all the way back there and you're sure to be stuck until the plows hit you up. That could be a couple of days," The Sheriff assured.
"A couple of days? What am I going to do Carlos?" Kendall groaned and Carlos had the sudden urge to comfort him within his own arms. "I can't stay at mom's place, none of my stuff is there!"
"Well you can always stay with me. I'm just up the road, got plenty of room," Carlos heard himself say with shock.
~~~~In the Kitchen~~~
The radio above the fridge was detailing the latest weather reports, causing Don to worry, "Oh man, this sucks. We haven't had a storm this bad in years, should probably close down early and get folks home. Oh shit, Kara! I hope she hasn't left yet, the roads are icy and she shouldn't drive that piece of crap in this."
The fire haired man rubbed his eyes with his forearm, throwing the sponge in the sink. Camille looked up from her latest dessert creation with a grin, "Why don't you take off Tyler, I'll clean up, and you get Kara home. Here..." Camille held up the said brownies to Tyler.
"Ah geez, thanks so much. I really do owe you one," Tyler squeezed Camille's shoulder, taking the offered box.
"You owe don't owe me a thing. Happy New Year, Ty" Camille winked at the dishwasher.
"You too squirt, see ya later," Tyler murmured dreamily, slipping on his thick parka, before stepping out front.
"There won't be a later Ty..." Camille murmured to himself, with a sad smile and went back to boxing up the last of the baked goods for the night.
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"You want me to stay with you? I don't mean to sound rude, but you don't even know me Carlos. I don't think that's such a good idea for either of us. Besides, I'm sure one of my mom's sweats will fit me." Kendall was flabbergasted, broken out of his lustful reverie.
"You wouldn't know the first thing about camping out in a blizzard and have you been to your Mama's house recently? And have you seen the woman? Her cloths would barely fit you. Consider it a simple favor and don't make it out to be anything more than that," Carlos replied flatly. Kendall noticed the man's eyes shift to the table with a hint of disappointment.
Kendall felt like an ass. Here this gorgeous, not to mention compassionate man was, offering him safety from the storm, and he was looking for the first way to escape, by throwing up that damned guard again. He exhaled slowly to try that comment again.
"What I meant was...are you sure that's alright with you?" Kendall rephrased and the big Sheriff looked up with a little life back in his eyes.
"I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't sure," Carlos 's voice came husky.
"Okay then..." Kendall whispered feeling like this man owned him suddenly. Carlos 's deep rumble was soothing to him and his simple presence at the table made Kendall forget everything else that bothered him about today.
It felt like a weight had been lifted from him, his Gran, his Mom, and Jett seemed to float away with Carlos here. He wasn't sure what would happen tonight, but Kendall was sure it would end with Carlos.
"Let me go talk things over with Mama K and I'll be back. Sit tight Kendoll..." Carlos winked, the sexy gesture making Kendall want to crank his shit right there at the table.
Kendall blushed and was suddenly alone in the booth with nothing more than his blasted phone. An idea occurred to him as he flicked the silly cupid decoration on the table and grabbed the phone next to him. He didn't know what was coming over him, but it felt right.
Pulling up the photos that he had saved to his downloads, he selected them all, and with a deep breath, hit delete. Every photo of Jett, every photo of Kendall and Jett, and every stalker like download of Jett and Steve, gone. Kendall stared at the empty screen that was blinking, anxious for new photos to store, and smiled. It took one rugged cop and his mom's famous chicken potpie to do it, but his heart felt cleaner and ready for something new.
Kendall took in Carlos as he slung an arm around his tiny mother, a genuine smile across his lips as he chattered to her and the young hostess. He couldn't find a single fault with this man so far, and every minute he felt the pull towards Carlos growing stronger. If someone would have told him last night that he would be sitting in a mom and pop diner on New Year's day, with a sexy Sheriff, swirling a fork through a homemade pot pie, Kendall would've laughed until he threw up.
Less than 24 later though, he couldn't imagine it any other way. His eyes watched Carlos take a generous wad of cash out of his pocket, stuff it at his mom with a laugh, and walk back towards their table. Carlos 's gaze was already on him within seconds, a look that was meant only for Kendall. The Sheriff gave him one of his lazy grins and turned to face the restaurant.
He whistled commandingly and every head in the diner turned, eyes on Sheriff Carlos Garcia, "Excuse me folks, I have some bad news. Looks like the blizzard is less than an hour from sweeping through Minnesota and at this time I'm asking all of you to get on home. All the highways have been closed down, as well as all of the connecting routes. So if you live anywhere off there, Mr Bitters has kindly offered the motel up to all of you with no way to get home," A few groans were mingled with some knowing smiles, "Now, give us a few minutes and we'll get all your leftovers boxed up, along with some of those amazing baked goods to take home for all the trouble. Thanks folks and have a Happy New Year..." Carlos nodded, making Kendall think on how good he would look tipping a hat.
God, this man was a sweetheart, Kendall smiled thirty minutes later. Within minutes Carlos had orchestrated a plan, had everyone on their way safely, and was currently helping Mama Knight wash down a few tables. Kendall rose from the booth, looking around for a way to help, when a charming, brunette teenager came out of the back kitchen.
"Oh Camille! Good your still here," Mama Knight pulled herself from the vinyl booth she was washing down, "I wanted to introduce you to the Sheriff Carlos, this is Chef Camille," She said with a laugh.
"Chef Camille huh? Has a certain ring to it I guess," Camille hugged Mama Knight from the side lovingly.
"Then there you have it, once you get a nickname like that, can't let you leave," Mama Knight chucked.
"Well it's nice to meet you Camille, heard wonderful things about you, and might I say, that was hands down the best damned pot pie I have ever eaten," Carlos shook the young girl's hand eagerly.
Mama Knight playfully elbowed Carlos in the side, "Mind your tongue."
"Aw Mama K, you know I adore your cooking, but curly locks here has the touch. You wouldn't happen to have anything sweet back there would ya Cam?" Carlos glanced over the counter looking for more pink boxes.
"Actually I have something special for both of you," Camille's eyes were warm, but her words were strangely powerful to Kendall.
Kendall couldn't help himself as he walked forward to stand next to Carlos, wanting to feel his body heat close by. Camille disappeared into the back, only to reappear with two large pink boxes. Carlos shifted, noticing Kendall next to him with a grin. He shivered as the muscular man moved behind him slowly. The Sheriff seemed to like their proximity just as much as Kendall, so he smirked, and leaned back, meeting a hard chest. Kendall felt the body behind him stiffen, and he stepped forward in shock. What the hell was he doing? It was like he was magnetized to Carlos. Oh no. Did he read the man's signals wrong? Kendall suddenly feared that Carlos Garcia was not gay at all and he was just another hopeless fool.
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The cook took in the couple as she approached from the kitchen. The flow of heat between them was strong, making Camille radiate with joy. It had been a while since she had seen sparks fly so quickly between a two destined soul mates and knew the fates were smiling down upon them. The taller man seemed taken with the brawny Sheriff, but also guarded, afraid almost to let his heart be captured.
It had become apparent through the images Camille had seen, that Kendall had been hurt before, not only with his heart, but with every fiber of the man's being. He watched as the poor guy jumped away from the warm body snuggled at his back, completely misinterpreting the situation. Kendall was obviously conflicted with the Sheriff's preferences and more importantly his intentions.
Kendall nervously leaned against the counter while Camille came to stand in front of the two with the pink boxes. The cook handed one to each man, both of them held a certain excitement in their eyes. Camille awaited the unveiling, watching the two men curiously peer inside the treat containers. His heart soared when Kendall gasped, the lid to his box flipped open, unsaid emotions blatant on his face.
"This is...How did you? There's no way you could've known..." Kendall stumbled through his speech and showed his mother what Chef Cam had made.
"Oh My… how did you…my…I haven't seen them, since Kendall left…." Mama Knight said, gasping, tears staining her eyes.
"Known what?" Camille smirked, slinging an arm around Mama Knight. She knew alright, but she kept her mouth shut.
"These are banana cinnamon cupcakes...I would know them anywhere," Kendall 's eyes filled with tears and he turned his head to hide his face.
"What's wrong?" Carlos swooped in and squeezed the taller man's shoulder. The Sheriff set the box he held next to him, bringing his free hand to turn Kendall's face to his.
"You are going to have to make them more often, Camille. Come on, ee'll be in the back closing up," Mama Knight smiled knowingly, grabbing Camille's hand to lead the way.
Camille got one more glimpse of her latest success and followed Mama Knight into the back. By the end of tonight, those two were going to be madly in love.
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He felt something tug in his chest, watching Kendall 's eyes fill with unshed tears. Whatever those cup cakes were, they meant something to him.
"Hey, come here..." Carlos pulled Kendall to his chest. He just needed to comfort him, make the guy smile for a change.
Kendall sniffled against him, nuzzling his face deep within Carlos 's open parka. Carlos breathed in the scent of Kendall 's green apple shampoo, tightening his arms around the smaller man. Whatever had scared the guy away earlier was lost. He smiled, feeling leaner arms wrap around his waist, under his thick coat.
"You can tell me Kendall, it will be alright," Without another thought he bent his head down, laying a tender kiss on his city boy's hair.
Kendall looked up at him. His emerald eyes glossy and his cheeks tinged a rosy pink, "My grandma made them for me all the time. They were my favorite. Her mom taught her to make them when she was little."
"That grandma of yours sure knew her way around a kitchen," He paused and smoothed Kendall 's hair away from his brow.
"Everything is falling apart Carlos," Kendall suddenly looked into the Sheriff's eyes, "I feel so alone. That's why I came here, to get away from it all, I came here to be with my family but I just feel more alone. First Jett, then my Gran, it just isn't right. What did I do Carlos? Where did I go wrong?" Kendall started to sob.
Carlos had the feeling that this poor man had been suffering in silence for too long. He had no one to help him through, and Kendall had been dumped on by a shit storm. Carlos wanted to punch that little bastard Jett in the face for leaving such a sweet creature all alone. He took a deep breath to calm himself before replying to the fragile man in his arms.
"You did nothing wrong baby," Carlos whispered, gently rocking his hips, while holding onto Kendall, "Death is just a part of life. There is nothing we can do to stop it, no matter how hard we try." Carlos tilted Kendall 's face to him once more, "And as for the being alone part, Jett was a fool to leave you. He don't deserve an ounce of what you have to offer, but with that said...you aren't alone anymore Kendall. I'll do everything in my power to make sure you're never alone again."
Carlos 's heart swelled, realizing there was no going back from that kind of declaration. He might be all male, but inside his stomach was full of butterflies. He was possessed by Kendall, hopelessly and utterly lost to him. He didn't care that it was just dinner and small talk that got them to this place. Carlos just knew in this moment, that Kendall was his.
"Yeah, right," Kendall surprised him, Kendall wriggled out of Carlos' grasp, "That's what they all say. This day is fucking cursed I swear it! Fate decided that this day was meant to mock me, throwing my pain in my face. How can you promise me something like that Carlos? You don't know me at all! We've known each other for a whole three hours and you've offered me your home, you paid for dinner, and now you promise me something like that! Do you know I'm gay Carlos? As in homosexual, lover of men...Do you want a gay man trotting around your home?"
Kendall had finally broken and Carlos saw it in every move the guy's body made. He was so tense, all his muscles vibrating with this meltdown, his chocolate eyes wide with exclamation. Carlos started to laugh. He let his head fall back and laughed so hard, he had to clutch his stomach.
"What the fuck is so funny?" Kendall screeched.
"Oh...oh my lord," Carlos gasped, "Do I want a gay man in my house?" He couldn't help it as he let loose another stream of laughter.
Kendall 's look of despair made him quiet down, taking in deep breaths to cool off, "Kendall, I'm sorry, but that was a good one. I guess what I should of said is yes. Yes, I want a gay man in my house."
"Why?" Kendall obviously needed to hear it from Carlos 's lips.
Carlos took a step forward, prowling his eye's seriously over the smaller man, "You sure you want the answer to that baby?" Carlos couldn't help it as he straightened himself to his full height, straining his muscles, and showing off his entire body like the leader of the pride.
"Yes," Kendall whispered, clutching the glass case behind him.
Carlos stalked forward, putting his hands on either side of Kendall. His face was inches away from those deep sea green eyes, "Because I want to see your beautiful body in my bed and watch you writhe, begging me for more. I want to hear you say my name over and over until you can't breathe. I want to wake up tomorrow with your warm skin beside me, listening to your satisfied breathing. I want...well hell I want you in my damned house and that's all there is to it."
Carlos watched Kendall 's eyes, shock and lust battling for first place. The Sheriff didn't give him a chance to decide, he slid his thick arms around that small waist, pulling Kendall tight against him.
"Oh my, I am so sorry to interrupt Carlos," Mama Knight covered her mouth, stifling a wide smile.
"I don't believe that for a second," Carlos recovered himself, regretting the loss of Kendall as he brought his arms back to his sides.
"Yeah well, we need to get this place locked up, unless you two are planning on sleeping here tonight." Mama Knight grinned, raising a brow, "Besides there's already snow shin deep out there, Carlos best hit the road. Oh and Kendall honey, can you wait a minute, I still have a ew things to do, then we can go back to my place."
"He isn't staying at the your place..." Carlos huffed, "I already told him he's staying with me Mama K."
Mama Knight raised both brows, but a grin crossed her lips, "Well that takes care of that then. Kendall, be sure to be nice and Carlos come over for dinner once this blizzard is over, my house."
Carlos nodded, "Awe, thanks, Mama K" Carlos chuckled, lifting Kendall 's thin leather jacket with a finger.
"Oh! I have something to give you, be right back," Mama Knight sang, running to the back once more.
Kendall was as quiet as mouse. Carlos turned back to him, "I can hear your mind whirling over there."
"You're gay?" Kendall whispered.
"I thought that was a given," Carlos chuckled.
"But you're the Sherriff...I thought..."
"Well what you think and what really is, aren't always one in the same," Carlos replied.
"So you want me to..."
"You really aren't good at finishing sentences are you?" Carlos laughed, "Don't worry Kendall, I'm gonna take care of you..."
Carlos smiled, looking his city boy in the eye. Whatever Kendall saw there caused him to shift from foot to foot, anxiety creeping over his face. Carlos frowned. He had been so sure Kendall was into him. He had seen it with his own damned eyes. Now though, he felt as nervous as Kendall looked. Had he crossed a line? Had he pushed the guy away?
"Look Kendall...I didn't mean to make you feel so..." Carlos tried.
"Just stop it okay? You're only making this worse. Let's just drop all of this, I'll stay with my mom. I'll pick up my car in the morning and you won't have to 'take care' of me anymore." Kendall crossed his arms, eyes downcast.
"No," Carlos growled.
"No?" Kendall looked up in disbelief.
"That's what I said and it just so happens, my word is law," Carlos narrowed his eyes and Kendall took in a sharp breath.
Carlos smiled internally, Kendall was so his.
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No fucking way! There was no way Kendall felt like this after three hours with Carlos. He couldn't do it. He licked his lips, his eyes hidden, and he could almost taste Carlos in his mouth. Those things the Sherriff had said made his body quiver, but his brain felt like it would detonate at any moment. Not only was Carlos gay, he was really gay for Kendall.
"What about what I want?" Kendall stared into green eyes.
"I already know what you want," Carlos chuckled.
"Oh yeah, what's that?" Kendall 's voice choked.
Mama Knight had a way with timing, her quick steps echoing in the all but empty diner, "Here it is." She held out a dark blue parka to Kendall.
He blushed with Carlos 's penetrating gaze upon him, wrapping his nimble fingers around the coat offered to him, "Thanks mom.
"No thanks needed baby. Now you two get yourselves out of here and right on home. Call me when you are at Carlos' place" The petite woman commanded with a smile.
"Tell Camille thanks for us. That was really nice of her to save us some sweets," Carlos grinned.
"Hey it's what I do," A smooth chuckle came from behind the trio, and Camille appeared with her own coat wrapped snuggly over her curvy frame, "It's thanks enough when you enjoy the goods." The angelic brunette winked at Kendall.
Kendall averted his eyes from the uncomfortable watch of Camille, pulling his arms into the warm sleeves of his mother's 15 year old coat. She always said if it can still be worn, it wasn't worth throwing out. He zipped up the heavy coat, following up with the multitude of buttons that would increase his shield from the wild rural elements.
Carlos grabbed a shiny black helmet from the waiting area, holding it out to Kendall, "You put this on. I won't need it."
Kendall stared at the object offered, wondering what the hell he had gotten himself into to. He had thought surely the Sheriff had some fancy, snow rigged truck, but now he knew otherwise. Kendall looked from Carlos to the helmet in contemplation, his fear of things without doors suddenly spiking.
"I thought you had a truck or something," Kendall gulped, causing his mother and Carlos to laugh.
"What part of 'it's too dangerous to drive' didn't you get baby?" Mama Knight soothed.
Kendall thought it over, he had forgotten how bad Minnesota weather was and realized that all this time he was thinking of his old home in Kansas. Realizing those words had indeed been said, but he hadn't thought anything of it until now.
"I promise you'll be safe, been riding sleds since I was old enough to walk," Carlos purred with comfort.
"Hold up! Sled..." Kendall gaped. Visions of a small red sled popped into his head, followed by children riding down hills at Christmas.
"Not that kind," Carlos read his mind "A snowmobile and a really fast one."
"I dunno..." Kendall was unsure, but he took one look at Carlos 's confident expression, and grabbed the helmet.
"Fine, but take it slow, alright? I don't like motorcycles or jet skis..." Kendall murmured quietly.
"Don't knock 'em, till you try 'em, I think that's how you kids say it." Mama Knight gave him a reassuring squeeze. Kendall blushed at his mother's slang. But, the woman had a way with making you feel right at home and suddenly he was reminded of the void that his mother helped fill the space where his Gran had left open. Kendall took a deep breath, controlling his straying thoughts and nodded, perking his body up and setting himself up for the ride ahead.
"Yea, guess I'll have to..." Kendall smiled slightly, noticing Camille's dazzling grin.
There was something about the girl that made Kendall feel uneasy, but at the same time made his heart feel relaxed.
His heart...Where did that come from? Camille winked at him again, as if reading his thoughts, and Kendall turned away to look at Carlos. The Sherriff was watching him carefully; probably contemplating Kendall's next small crisis before Kendall even arrived there. Kendall knew he was a fragile mess, but somehow Carlos seemed alright with that, maybe even took pride in the fact he could comfort Kendall so effortlessly.
"I think I'm ready now," Kendall found himself saying, and wondered in what context he meant for that simple statement to be taken.
Carlos smiled warmly, letting his green eyes sparkle, "Good."
They said their goodbyes to Mama Knight and Camille, before venturing out into the ensuing winter pandemonium.
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Carlos rubbed his gloved hands together, turning to the shivering man holding two pink boxes, a helmet strap around his wrist. Rapid clouds of hot air hit the cool night and Carlos knew the guy was slightly frightened by the storm that surrounded them. Wind whipped at their bodies from every angle, bringing forth gusts of fresh snow that ended up piled around their legs.
"You alright?" Carlos shouted over the howling storm.
Kendall did little more than nod, confirming Carlos 's suspicions of the city boy's fears. The Sherriff pulled the boxes from Kendall 's shaking hands and went to the storage compartment on his ride. After securing the packages in the weather proof box, he turned to Kendall, "You need anything from your car?"
Kendall shook his head, walking towards him. He was shaking as he came to stand before Carlos, even the chattering of Kendall 's teeth could be heard above the wind. Carlos saw the guy's eyes were glassy, his nose and cheeks red from the cold, and he melted a little. Poor thing had really never been in a storm like this before. Carlos couldn't help himself and wrapped his thick arms around the smaller man, running his hands up and down Kendall 's back quickly to gain some heat.
"Put the helmet on and I'll strap you in. You sit in the back and hold on to my waist tight, like your hugging me. Lean with me when you feel me turn, it's just easier to glide in the deeper snow like that," Carlos pulled back and smiled.
Kendall nodded, pulling back his hood to reveal his now messy locks. Carlos chuckled as Kendall tugged the black helmet onto his head with an audible huff. The Sheriff secured the strap around Kendall 's neck and clicked the latch soundly. He patted the top of the helmet softly, pulling Kendall towards the rear of the sled.
Kendall slowly climbed aboard, seating himself against the small backing with his legs spread apart. If it wasn't frigid as hell out, Carlos would've been seriously turned on at the sight. His city boy looked right at home on the back of his sled, he thought with a chuckle. Carlos pulled a pair of goggles and a thick wool scarf out of the utility bag on the back of his rig. He threw on his gear, pulling his hood down over his head, and buckling the protective covering over his nose and mouth.
He settled himself into the driver's seat, putting the key into the ignition, and immediately felt slender shaky arms encircle his waist tightly. Kendall 's smaller body cupped his back nicely and Carlos grinned as the sled roared to life.
"Hold on baby," He laughed, taking off sharply into the night.
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Although she loved what she did, she always felt a bit saddened this time of year... or any special occasion, reall. After thousands of years helping others, she had yet to experience true love for herself. It was a matter that she kept silent; playing off that the thought alone was selfish, when she brought such love into the world already.
Camille sighed, watching Mama Knight count the till and get ready to close up. She picked up her pack from her feet, peering inside to make sure the contents were still there. Camille grazed his fingers over the jar of golden dust longingly. It was in that jar that desire began and soul mates were found. In the olden days, she had used a more ridiculous means of fulfilling his duties. She shook his head, remembering the little adventures she would go on with her big brother, Cupid. He always had a way with lovers. She smiled as she remembered his ridiculous little outfit, that left nothing to the imagination and his heart shaped bows. As his sister, she didn't have those responsibilities, that's why she was willing to play with faith.
It had been Camille that came up with the idea of the dust. Using her powers to transfer the desire from the arrows themselves to a fine glittery substance, that when consumed had the same whirlwind effect of all encompassing love. Since Valentine's day was her brother's thing, she took over Christmas and New Years. To day was her last day. Every year on this day, she watched the humans go about their joyous couplings and deep-rooted bonds over small gifts and chocolates. Camille wanted more than anything to dip her finger in that jar and taste desire upon her lips, to know the love a man or a woman so true, that it made her toes curl.
A clearing of a throat interrupted her thoughts and a tingle went up her spine. Camille turned with chocolate blue eyes to see a beautiful blonde woman standing before him. Her long wavy hair glittered under the fluorescent lighting, setting off her ocean blue eyes. The woman's lips were set into a thin smile and she nodded at Camile.
"Mother?" Camille whispered furiously, "You can't be here! What if the human sees you?"
"Oh daughter, do calm down," Jo glided over to her daughter, throwing a glance towards an unaware Mama Knight, "She can't see me, besides I'm not here to make you angry, I have a message for you."
Jo, or her more traditional name; Venus straightened her white wool coat around her tight body and Camille huffed, "What kind of message?" Receiving a message via her mother, or any of the others, was usually a bad thing. Camille cringed inwardly at what she could have possibly done now.
"You have until the sun rises to bring love to two others in this place. If you succeed...the thing of which you desire the most is yours," Jo stated warmly and Camille shook his head.
"Mother! That's impossible...the storm is raging, and there are no more humans left here to pair. I've felt no other connections or been given any other images to go on. Is this another of his tricks? Are you here to torment me...my own flesh and blood?" Camille felt tears prickling the corners of his eyes. "You know this is my one true desire."
The others knew of her and her brother's greatest ironic desire and mocked them mercilessly for their lack thereof. She looked into the brownest eyes she had ever known, searching their depths for a truth of some kind. Would her mother be so cruel?
"Camille, I speak nothing but the truth. Your father and I, Cupid, along with Zeus and the others, have seen your sadness grow with strength, and we are compelled to bring you happiness. The Fates have spoken of things to come...things that come your way my daughter. If you do this one last thing, your future will be set before you and love will be yours."
Her mother's skin started to glow like a star and she brought her warm fingers to her cheek, "I love you Camille, I might not show it very well, but I do and I only wish to see you smile. Hurry my daughter..." Jo smiled and the light increased under her skin, swallowing her from this world.
Camille blinked a few times, readjusting his eyes to the now empty kitchen. She gasped, remembering Mama Knight, and turned to peek out the server's window. Mama Knight was still hunched over the cash register, writing away in her records, and finishing up her last minute duties. Camille sighed in relief, leaning against the fridge, when a sudden realization hit her. Mama Knight!
Kendall held onto Carlos with every bit of strength he had. He felt the monster mobile vibrating underneath him as they whipped through the open field at high flying speeds. When Carlos had said he lived close, Kendall thought he truly meant right up the street, but that must have been small town lingo. They had covered at least three miles of stormy terrain, passing through thickly forested wood, and over building depths of compacted snowy landscape.
The scenery would have been breath taking, had it not been for the flurry of whirling snow raining from the sky, blocking views of every angle. Kendall snuggled deeper into Carlos 's broad back, resting his helmet between inviting shoulder blades. He began to feel that pull inside of him again, begging to be nearer to the Sherriff he held. Kendall bit his lip inside the helmet and pushed his hips deeper into Carlos 's ass, tightening his grip around the Sherriff's waist.
He felt Carlos scoot into him, pressing his backside against Kendall 's rapidly building erection. Kendall groaned...the sound bouncing around the confines that covered his head. He subtly ground himself into Carlos, hoping the vibrations of the sled, covered his small movements. Carlos 's head flicked back for a second and Kendall swore he heard the Sherriff's chuckle.
Heat crept over his cheeks with humiliation, no doubt he had just been caught humping his host. He cringed silently as the sled started downward and a large home came into view. The details were marred by the storm, but the golden light that spilled from the windows looked warm and inviting, and that was enough for Kendall.
Carlos slowed to a stop next to a huge black truck that was rigged with a plow and cut the engine. Kendall didn't want to let go when Carlos patted the small hands around his waist, signaling Kendall they had reached their destination. He felt Carlos 's chest vibrate with laughter and reluctantly let his hands go. Carlos swiftly hopped off the sled, extending a hand to Kendall like a gentleman. Kendall took the hand and the larger man helped him from his seat, steadying his stance as he plundered into the knee deep snow.
Kendall could feel the icy powder soaking through his jeans, chilling him to core. He chattered his teeth while strong hands guided him up an icy set of stairs, to the back entrance of the house. He was beyond freezing as he wrapped his arms around himself, waiting for Carlos to unlock the door. A barking on the other side startled Kendall from his mindless thinking and he almost slid across the icy wood.
Carlos 's massive arms caught him around the waist, bringing him up right once more, "You alright?"
"Yeah, I'm good," Kendall managed, loving the feel of those strong hands on his back.
"Don't let Sydney scare you. She's just a big teddy bear," Carlos laughed, pushing Kendall through to the cracked open door.
Kendall hesitated for a second, opening the door slowly, and waiting for the barking beast to attack. The door opened and Carlos nudged him inside, revealing the wolf-like creature to his eyes. Kendall gasped, the large brown and black German Shepard pattered across the floor, letting out a slow growl.
"Sydney, that's enough. Don't scare the poor guy," Carlos boomed, shutting the door behind them. He went to the dog, kneeling before Sydney, and scratched behind her ears.
Sydney leaned her head into her master's touch, searching him out with moddy brown eyes. Kendall stayed glued to the spot, not sure how he felt about the beast, but she seemed to listen to Carlos, and that was what mattered.
Looking around the cheery kitchen, he noted the masculine grey's and purples, but also the coziness the place exuded. Stainless steel appliances, light cabinets, and gleaming hard wood flooring made it stand out from its small town location. He caught Carlos staring at him and smiled.
"Not what you expected?" The Sherriff grinned.
"Not really..." Kendall smiled
"Why don't you get out of those wet shoes, and I'll go grab the packages. Don't want that stuff going to waist," Brown eyes smiled at Kendall.
"Uh, yeah alright," Kendall perused the kitchen, shuffling out of his mother's winter coat, and slowly kicking off his soaked shoes.
Carlos stood, disappearing outside for a minute. Kendall placed his wet socks inside his shoes and padded forward to the large opening in the dining room. He shivered at the sight of the living room. He envied Carlos. This house was so beautiful and homey. It was nothing like the small cottage he owned, currently devoid of charm and that special touch that it once held.
Large chocolate leather sofas took up one half of the room, placed perfectly in front of a fireplace. Kendall 's toes curled around a thick yet soft area rug while he took in the picture window and all the perfectly spaced black and white photos on the wall. He moved forward to see the pictures, when he heard Carlos come back into the kitchen.
Feeling like he was intruding somehow, Kendall stepped back into the kitchen. Carlos was pulling the lid off the pink boxes, carefully transferring the treats into their new home.
"You want one?" Carlos turned around, with a banana-cinnamon cupcake in his mouth.
Kendall tried not to laugh at the boyish look on Carlos 's face, "In a little while."
"You sure? They're really good," Carlos almost moaned around a bite full of cupcake.
"Yea I know," Kendall chuckled.
"Alright, how about we find you something to wear?" Carlos brushed cupcake crumbs off his plaid button up, gesturing for Kendall to follow.
Kendall stepped lightly behind Carlos, following him up a polished wooden staircase. Pictures of what Kendall assumed were family, dotted the navy blue walls, and he sighed at his lack thereof. They came to a stop at the end of a wide hallway and Carlos pushed open the door to a bedroom. Kendall stopped dead in his tracks. This room had to be Carlos', it even smelled like him, warm and male.
A king sized bed done in creams and browns was the focal point of the room. Large windows sat to either side of the bed, and a unique iron light fixture hung from the peaked ceiling. Carlos tapped his shoulder, handing him a pair of sweatpants and a soft long sleeved t-shirt.
"They'll be a bit large, but they should be comfy," Carlos winked, "You can use my bathroom, or I can go ahead and show you your room."
Kendall had the urge to just strip right there and crawl under the covers of the monstrous king size bed, but he could never be so bold. He exhaled, "If you don't mind, I'd like to see my room."
"Right this way," Carlos chuckled, noting Kendall 's flustered state.
They walked about four feet, before Carlos opened another door in the hallway. Kendall wondered why Carlos would choose the room closest to his, but kept his mouth shut. Carlos had been nothing but helpful and it would be rude to question his kindness. Kendall smiled as he was led into the cozy blue room. A smaller bed was set up against a window with a little fireplace on the opposite wall. Built in bookshelves took up the adjacent wall, stuffed with novels and references of all sizes. It was clean, warm, and very cozy.
"There's a bathroom right there," Carlos gestured to a door Kendall hadn't noticed, "I'm going to go downstairs and fix up something to drink, want anything in particular? I got coffee, tea, or my favorite hot chocolate with milk..." Carlos murmured, watching Kendall as he sat on the bed.
His favorite was chocolate milk? Kendall smiled, of course they had the same favorite, why wouldn't they? Kendall smiled wider, wondering where the heck this man had been his whole life.
"I'll take hot chocolate," Kendall blushed.
Carlos looked at him, captivating Kendall with those brown eyes. The muscular man's fingers twitched and Kendall felt the same way, each wanting to touch the other, but too scared of the outcome. He stood from the bed, flicked his lashes up to Carlos, and smiled gently before going into the small bathroom. He closed the door, cutting Carlos off to think.
Yeah, it was kind of rude to leave the guy hanging like that, but Kendall needed to sort this situation out. What he was feeling in this moment went beyond desire and lust. He looked past Carlos 's good looks, seeing stability and compassion there. Even when he had been with Jett, never had he felt such warmth from the other man. Looking back now, the relationship had always been one sided. It was Kendall that offered real love, trust, and companionship, not Jett.
Kendall shook his head thinking about Jett, that asshole would never have taken a complete stranger into his lavish little condo, not even under the direst of circumstances. Kendall wondered now if Jett hadn't become a doctor for the money, because it certainly wasn't to help people, in fact he was more in the business of hurting rather than fixing. Kendall sighed, rubbing a soft towel over his hair, and inhaling the comforting scent of laundry softener. He had to give the Sherriff credit; even the little bathroom looked more like home, than his condo with Jett ever had.
Cute little French milled soaps were placed by the sink, a claw foot tub took up most of the small room, and it was lined with various gourmet bubble baths and frou frou gels. He smiled, running his hands over a black and white picture of a forested landscape and wondered if it was somewhere around here. God this felt like home, Kendall thought, maybe not his, but it was home all the same. Kendall looked into the mirror as he slipped on the sweats, tying them tightly around his small waist, and wondered if Carlos had been serious about earlier. Could such a man as Carlos, with his good looks, and even better personality, want him for real?
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Carlos smirked as Kendall shut the door, loving how shy he was. It was now the Sherriff's personal mission to get the city boy to come around to his side, and maybe turn that little frown into a blazing smile. He had never felt overwhelmed by a man before, seeing as how he had never known feelings like these, and usually the men he caught in his basket were the kind to jump right out the next morning. Carlos loved the way Kendall looked just padding softly around his house and his heart soared knowing the guy was going to be sleeping in the room next to his.
He swallowed thickly at the thought and went to start the Chai. His Momma had always made the kids Chai tea with a little milk and sugar on cold winter nights like this, and he was hoping it would do the trick and calm Kendall down. He wanted Kendall to feel safe and comfortable around him, but even he had his doubts about that. Carlos poured some milk into a pan to heat it up, and scowled. Why would someone leave a guy like Kendall? Sure he was beautiful, but Carlos was more attracted to his innocence, his heart, and his trust. Would someone like Kendall come around to a man like him?
He kicked himself for being so aggressive earlier. Kendall probably thought he was some he-man pervert, who only wanted him over to bang his brains out. Then again Kendall could've asked Mama Knight to take him to her place, but he didn't, so that was a good sign. Wasn't it? Carlos poured the chocolate powder into the pot of hot milk and stirred slowly. Damn, he missed his mother. She would've known what to do with Kendall, the right words and touches, a way to make him stay. Carlos sniffled and wiped a tear from under his eye. His heart went out to Kendall at the loss of his grandma, she was a big part of her life, bigger than his parents. He knew what it was like to need someone so badly, only to have them gone for good.
Carlos shuddered at the thought of going it all alone, a death so tragic that it rocked your world completely, and to experience it without the love and support of brothers and sisters, and more importantly your father who held it all together, even though he was falling apart inside. Kendall had to have some kind of strength to still be standing here today. To live through a horrible break-up, the passing of your grandma, and being dumped in the most unceremonious was possible and all in the same year. Now there was a real man.
Carlos took a deep breath and steadied himself by gripping the sides of the stove. More tears fell slowly down his cheeks. He didn't hear Kendall come into the kitchen and almost jumped out of his skin when a hand wrapped around his shoulder.
"I'm amazed…You almost put me in the ground boy," Carlos turned to see Kendall, staring at him with concern. The Sheriff shuddered and sniffled, remembering he had tears on his face, and turned back to the stove. "The hot chocolate is almost done. Go ahead and take a seat in the living room, I'll be there in a minute." He wiped his eyes on his flannel sleeve.
"Hey, you okay?" Kendall spoke softly, stroking a hand up and down Carlos 's back. He didn't know how to respond. The slow touch on his back felt so good to his heart and his body. When was the last time a man had ever just taken care of him? Uh that would be never, well, excluding his Dad.
"Yeah, I'm good," Carlos struggled, keeping a fresh set of tears from falling. He took in a sharp breath, when small arms encircled his waist from behind, gently hugging him to Kendall 's chest.
"I know that look, so you don't have to hide from me," Kendall whispered, rubbing his thumb in small circles around Carlos 's stomach.
"I'm not about to dump my problems on you. Tonight is about taking care of you, so let me do that okay?" Carlos leaned back, loving how Kendall didn't budge, and the taller man's lean chest merged with his back.
" Carlos...I am an adult. You know that right? I may be new around here, but I've lived enough to know that people need to take care of each other. It sucks when you have to be alone all the time, to suffer in silence. I know that."
Carlos turned the stove off, moving the pot to the back burner, and turned around to face Kendall. He looked down into those chocolate eyes and cupped the side of Kendall 's face in his large palm, "You wanna take care of me?"
Kendall was silent for a second, then smiled, lighting up his whole face, "Well it's only right to return the favor."
Carlos thought his heart was going to explode, but he kept his expression to a minimum, a sparkle of the eyes and a small grin, "You don't owe me anything city boy."
"It's not about who owes who Carlos, I feel this, and you feel this. I don't have an explanation for what's happening, but I do know that I'm done running from a good thing. I'm done living to please someone else and getting hurt. You're a beautiful man Carlos and I'm not talking about just your looks either," Kendall bit his lip then smiled, "This was not a coincidence. You and me; all of this, is something else."
Carlos couldn't take it anymore, he wrapped his hands around the back of Kendall 's head, reveling in the baby soft skin of his boy's neck, his fingers running through sandy hair, "It's like fate."
"Yea it is." Kendall said, smiling.
Carlos bent down slowly, watching Kendall's eyes for some hint of fear. His mouth descended, closing in on awaiting lips, and finally they connected. Carlos pressed against Kendall gently, but firmly, feeling those pouty lips push back. One of Kendall 's hands snaked into Carlos's hair, wrapping it in a fist, but not aggressively. This kiss was meant to be sweet, to show each other trust, to symbolize letting this fear of hurt dissipate between them.
Kendall sighed against Carlos 's lips and before tongues could be involved, Carlos pulled back. Kendall seemed lost as his eyes readjusted from the chaste kiss. Carlos chuckled and brushed a thumb over his city boy's lips, feeling the slightest bit of moisture come away on his finger.
"You still want hot chocolate?" Carlos grinned and Kendall nodded, "Go into the living room and I'll bring it to you."
"Okay," The leaner man nodded, going back towards the living room, but not before he smiled over his shoulder.
Carlos wanted to pounce on him, but taking it slow was the right thing to do. Kendall deserved that much. He pulled out the mugs with the little hearts on them from the cabinet, holding in a laugh as he poured the hot chocolate. He slipped his fingers in the heart shaped handles and stepped into the living room with a grin.
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"Well damn, this old baby ain't looking too hot." Mama Knight pulled her coat closer to her body crouching in the snow. Camille wasn't much of a mechanic, but she knew that with a touch to the engine he could get the thing working. Something inside her said not to though and she went with her gut. Cupid always did, so she would, too.
"Mama K, how about we go back inside and call a tow. There's got to be someone that can at least give us a lift to your place." She replied innocently.
Mama Knight peered out from her hood and laughed, "Sweetie, in a storm like this, I'm not sure even the deputies are trucking around, let alone a tow."
"Wouldn't hurt to try though right?" Camille grinned, this had to be the answer. There were only so many ways she could bring two people together, one being two people had to actually be in the same vicinity, and hopefully the tow would be the answer to her prayers.
"Yeah I guess you're right, I can't bother the deputies with a little sled problem anyway.. They are probably exhausted by now." She exhaled a burst of hot air, which was quickly swept into the gust of blasting snow.
"Come on Mama K, let's get inside, it's too cold out here to be chatting," Camille extended a helping hand and hauled Mama Knight to her feet. They waded through over a foot of snowy drift and by the time they reached the diner door, they were both out of breath. Being in human form had its limits. The cold was proving that pretty clearly.
Mama Knight unlocked the diner, heading behind the front counter in the dark, knowing every step by heart. Camille flicked on a few small lights to the front and the door to the kitchen. She turned when she heard a thump against the counter, watching Mama Knight flip through an ancient directory, trying to find someone to come to her rescue.
Bright headlights shone through the front windows and Camille held up a hand to shield her eyes at the sudden onslaught of light. Mama Knight glanced up with a smile as the lights cut out, flipping the directory closed. A huge shadow made its way to the front door, standing just outside, trying to peer in. Camille looked at Mama Knight quickly before quickly before going to the door and unlocking it for the hulking figure.
A man with face half covered in messy brown hair, with innocent eyes, that seemed wise beyond their years. He was in navy coveralls and a brimmed checkered wool hat raised a hand in greetings as Camille opened the door. The man pulled his hat off and tucked it under his arm, revealing a head of the same messy hair as his beard and giving Camille a better view of his gentle brown eyes.
"Hi there, my name is Buddha Bob and I was wonderinh if Ms. Jennifer might be around. Saw the light on and figured I better check on her before heading home." His thick country accent was welcoming and his manners weren't lacking.
"Well hey Buddha Bob," Mama Knight rounded next to Camille, motioning for the man to come inside, "Why aren't you home yet? Don't tell me you were pulling a round in a storm like this?"
"No, I was just coming back from visiting my son and her family. I saw your light on and thought I'd stop and see if you needed any help. Don't usually stay this late and I was a bit worried." He nodded and Mama Knight blushed.
Oh yes! This was it, Camille could feel the pull between them.
"Well that's awfully kind of you Buddha Bob. Actually we were just about to call a tow, my sled won't start and we weren't about to walk home," She giggled and Camille felt like sighing. They were so incredibly polite and adorable. It was like watching an old black and white, where romance was still the star of the show. Not like these new films, blood, gore, and nothing but cheap sex.
"Aw well then I'm glad I was compelled to stop. How about I give you two a ride on home?" The older man smiled kindly and it took everything for Camille not to hug him. This man had just answered her prayers and given her the greatest gift in the entire universe.
"I would appreciate that, if it's not too much trouble of course..." Mama Knight glanced down shyly and Buddha Bob beamed.
"You are never a bother to me, Ms. Jennifer" The huge man grinned like a little boy.
"You are too kind Buddha Bob," She looked up and then turned to Camille. "Cam, would you go on back and grab another box of those cookies and heat up some coffee for Buddha Bob. It's the least I can do."
"I'm on it," Camille smiled and headed to the back.
Twenty minutes later the three of them were snuggly seated in the cab of Buddha Bob 's truck. The chains wrapped around the tires gave them perfect traction as they slowly made their way through the storm.
Camille opened the box of cookies and held it out to Buddha Bob, "You have to try these, my own recipe."
"Well thank you Camille," Buddha Bob slipped a large hand into the box and came away with a red velvet cookie, stuffing it into his mouth. The large man made a satisfying groan, nodding at Camille in agreement.
"Well, give me one then too," Mama Knight snagged a cookie from Camille and bit into it delicately, a smile lighting up her eyes.
"These are the best damn cookies I've ever had," Buddha Bob declared and covered his mouth with a frown, "Sorry about the language Ms. Jennifer, just slipped out."
"Don't be silly Buddha Bob, we all swear..." She shook her head in amusement.
"But never in front of a lady. My mother taught me that and she was a smart cookie, no pun intended of course," He winked at Camille.
Mama Knight giggled and Camille started to relax. This felt so right, the pull between them was so comfortable and perfect. She started to wish it was her instead of them. Some minutes later, they came to a barricade, with a police truck to one side. A deputy stepped in front of Buddha Bob 's truck, waving his hands above him to halt. Buddha Bob slowed to a stop and rolled down his window with a frown.
"Deputy Griffin, good evening," Buddha Bob tipped the brim of his wool hat and the deputy nodded.
"Sorry folks, emergency shut-down. Got a drift some eight feet high about a hundred yards down. Had to barricade the road on both sides," Griffin leaned into the heat of the cab, "Evenin' Ms. J. Hope you're keeping warm."
"Well Arthur, I am right now, but I don't know how I'm gonna get home," She sighed and clapped a hand to her thigh in modest irritation. The woman probably never got mad, she didn't seem the type.
"The motel still has some vacancies if you head on over now, I'm sure you'll get a room. Let me phone over there and tell Mr. Bitters to hold you a spot." Arthur started to back up to go to his truck.
"Oh don't worry about that Deputy. I'll take these two in for the night. It's just me and Camille at the house and we got plenty of room." Buddha Bob smiled and turned to us for approval.
I elbowed Mama Knight with a grin and she blushed, "Well if you're sure about this..." She hugged her arms to her chest.
"Of course I am. Ms. Jennifer. I wouldn't let you freeze in those blasted rooms at the motel. They don't have proper insulation and all the blankets are far too thin to keep anyone warm." He smiled.
"Well then, alright. You stay warm out here Arthur, please be careful, don't stay out too long" Mama Knight waved.
"I won't Ms. K. You folks be careful and have a good night," Deputy Griffin tipped the brim of his hat and waltzed back to his warm truck.
Buddha Bob rolled up the window and expertly turned the truck around, heading back into town, "Lucy will sure be surprised. We don't get a lot of visitors, so the company will be nice."
"Is Lucy your dog?" Camille tried to include herself in the conversation, instead of buffering between the two.
Both Mama Knight and Buddha Bob chuckled, "No, she's my daughter, stuck around to help with the family business, since my son went and became a lawyer."
"Oh," Camille breathed, a funny tingle settling in her stomach.
"About your age too, what are you eighteen, nineteen?" Buddha Bob glanced over at her, before his eyes settled back on the road.
"Yea, uh, nineteen," Camille nodded. Yeah right. Nineteen plus a couple thousand was more like it.
"Hey, you'll get along just fine. She likes to bake too, but her real love is rock music, always fiddling with her guitar and her drum kit. She has enough instruments to organize a band, but she's a bright girl. I feel bad, if it wasn't for this, she would be in Hollywood, making it big time, but she always said, family before anything." Buddha Bob said, nodding his head.
Camille's mouth went dry. This was it, that name had her heart beating against her chest, her fingers clenching her thighs.
"Non-sense Buddha Bob, Lucy wouldn't have stayed if she wasn't certain what she could handle and I only dream that either Katie or Kendall like the restaurant business as much as I do, instead Katie likes the business aspect and Kendall's a hopeless cook." The three of them all laughed.
"Well can't fault her there. Being a newlywed is the first part of the ride and it just gets better from there," Buddha Bob had a far off look as he concentrated on the road.
"Yeah..." Mama Knight looked out her own window.
Camille gathered from the things she was receiving that both individuals had lost their spouses. She hoped to the Gods that they could learn to love again. In fact she was counting on it. Love was a slow process for some and for others it was magnetic, taking only a few hours or minutes to know where they belonged eternally. This case was a slow one, but the seed had been planted, and her work was taking affect.
These two had been flirting and dancing around each other for over a year, she could see that, but they were both shy at heart and afraid of losing another loved one. In time they would finally break free from their pasts and connect in a well-deserved way that made Camille warm inside. True love really was the best thing about humanity. It was precious and special, almost indescribable in its rewards.
By the time the truck turned down a barely visible two track drive, Camille was sure this was what the Gods wanted. This was the couple that she was meant to help. She was still nervous about this dauther of Buddha Bob's and the feeling her got every time the girl's name was mentioned. The truck stopped in front of a house that looked like it had been a barn at one time. A porch peaked out of the top of a snow bank and someone had already been kind enough to clear off the walkway and the front steps, leaving the light on behind them.
Camille and Mama Knight piled out of the truck, following Buddha Bob up the steps, and through the unlocked front door. Mama Knight slung an arm around Camille's waist, holding on for security, because she was obviously nervous too. Camille disconnected from Mama Knight to follow Buddha Bob's example and take off her wet boots and her thick white coat. Mama Knight did the same and when she was almost finished, footsteps sounded from the second floor, walking towards the stairs.
"Dad?" A melodic voice called out.
"Yea it's me, come on down, we have guests." Buddha Bob called up the stairs. Socked feet and jeans appeared, making their way down.
Camille forgot how to breathe. She was a petite girl, but not as small as Camille, laced with black leather and bulky army boots. She had a cropped jean jacket on, which accentuated her figure. She was absolutely beautiful. When her sharp brown eyes zeroed in on Camille, perfectly sculpted brows raised and full red lips parted in surprise. A lof pony tail of of dark hair swayed behind her head, showing off a fire of valentine's red highlights, which Camille wanted nothing more than to run her hands through and stroke.
"Well hi there Mama K," Lucy wiped her hands on her leather tights for some reason, before extending it to Mama Knight.
"Hey there honey," She ignored the hand and swooped Lucy up in a hug, making the teen chuckle and return the embrace warmly.
"My you look more beautiful every time I see you." She hugged her tight, Mama K knew how hard it was for a girl to grow up without a mother and she felt the need to mother Lucy. Lucy blushed, glancing up at Camille and clearing her throat. "Oh heavens, Camille, I almost forgot, where are my manners?" Mama Knight smiled back at Camille.
"Cam, this is Lucy Thorn, Buddha Bob 's daughter," Mama Knight introduced and Camille stepped forward and stuck out a shaking hand.
"Nice to meet you Camille," Lucy slid his fingers into Camille's open hand, a spark crackled between them. Camille tried her best to seem unfazed, but inside she was dancing, this was her true love.
"Same here," Camille managed looking into Lucy's shocked face. The rocker chic obviously felt the spark between them and pulled her hand back politely, but looked suspicious.
"You two have dinner yet?" Mama Knight looked between Buddha Bob and Lucy, making the moment a hell of lot less awkward, seeing as how Lucy and Camille were just staring at each other.
"Uh, no Mama K, I was going to wait until dad got home. I didn't want it to get cold," Lucy smiled.
"Well how about I whip something up for everyone then?" Mama Knight started walking in the direction of the kitchen, waving off Buddha Bob and Lucy's protests. " Camille honey, come on in here and help me out."
Camille ducked into the kitchen, avoiding Lucy's gaze, to help Mama Knight make something to eat. Lucy seemed oblivious to Camille's nerves and followed her into the kitchen. She sat at the island and watched the duo start to prepare dinner.
"I can help Mama K, honest..." Lucy pouted, her cute gothish expression endearing.
"No way, you two helped us out tonight, the least we can do is cook. Besides, if you sweet talk Camille, maybe she'll make you dessert," Mama Knight winked at Camille, who turned her beet red face to the sink. Make her dessert? Are you serious woman?
"I do have quite the sweet tooth," Lucy's voice was husky and caused Camille to shiver. Oh yeah.
"I bet you do," Camille returned, her eyes lustful over her shoulder. Lucy's gaze bore into her and Camille wanted to slide everything off the island and have Lucy take her on the wooden slab. Completely primal and uninhibited, two people showing each other love without a care in the world. Alas, it would have to wait. She had to get the Mama Knight Buddha Bob show on the road first.
"Do you like carrot cake?" Camille asked, while washing some vegetables.
"Who doesn't?" Lucy chuckled, ignoring Mama Knight's protests and chopping up some onions.
"I'll take that as a yes then," Camille bit her lip and brought the other veggies to the island.
Kendall almost spit hot chocolate out of his nose while Carlos told him of his childhood pranks; there were talks about prank calling principles, riding a shopping cart, escape roots through ventilations. They had been talking for what seemed like hours and were snuggled up on the couch, a fire blazing before them. Sydney was nestled between them, enjoying all the attention he was receiving. Kendall hadn't felt this comfortable in a long time and he smiled leaning back into the sofa.
"So now that we've both covered embarrassing childhood stories and our awkward teenage years, how about work, what did you do in Chicago?" Carlos grinned, taking a sip from the hideous heart mug. Kendall shook his head and grinned.
"I was a Hockey instructor believe it or not. I've always had this love for a hockey rink and just being able to glide so effortlessly on those glazy surfaces, bring this need inside of me. There's just something so serene about teaching kids to skate and play hockey, I loved it," Kendall shrugged, hoping it didn't sound stupid to the man in front of him.
"You don't love it now?" Carlos set down his mug and leaned into the couch, propping his head against the back.
"No...I mean I still do, but it's not like hockey is unavailable to kids here. I mean, Im sure I won't get a job as quick" Kendall shrugged. He hadn't wanted to give up his job in LA, but sticking around wasn't an option, and if giving up hockey and his kids meant getting the heck out of dodge, then it was a sacrifice he was willing to make, well as soon as his last kids graduated, then he moved. He loved the kids, they were a huge part of his life, even bigger than Jett.
"How do you know that? Just because we play hockey on every frozen lake here, doesn't mean Minnesota isn't looking for hockey instructors," Carlos smiled and Kendall wanted to sigh. The man always had the perfect comeback, the right words to make Kendall feel better.
"For now I think I'll just look around for something to keep me afloat, live on my savings, and get the cottage in shape before I start to dream about business opportunities."
Kendall wiggled his feet under the dog, receiving a one eyed glare from the ball of fur, "What about you? This house is amazing and I don't mean to pry, but how do you afford this? Even a sheriff can't make that much." Kendall changed the subject, not wanting to keep digging a hole in his career depression.
"Don't want to talk about it huh?" Carlos smirked, "That's okay. Well this house was my cousin, but when he left of Uni, he decided to live with his boyfriend and since they already have their own place, he sold it to me. The house was falling apart at the time and my cousin James just wanted to get rid of it. I had always loved this place, so I bought it from him outright. I've spent the past four years fixing it up. What do you think?"
"I think you know what I think," Kendall looked around with a smile, a twinge of jealousy and loneliness riding his back. "It's a beautiful house..." Kendall looked into the fire, avoiding looking at Carlos. He wasn't sure what he would see there, pity maybe?
"Hey..." Carlos leaned over, causing Sydney to hop off the couch, and rubbed his shoulder, "You know I was thinking..." Kendall turned, looking into Carlos 's eyes, "I was thinking you should stay here until you get your place set up. It could take a while to make the cottage livable. I wouldn't charge you anything and you can even pick your room..."
Kendall shook his head, "I can't do that Carlos. That's far too much, thank you though." Live with him? He wanted Kendall to live with him? His heart was jumping in joy, but his mind stopped dead in its tracks. It wasn't logical, he just met this guy today, and here he is asking to live with him? No way, that was not happening.
"I insist. No I mandate it," Carlos chuckled, scooting closer to Kendall, letting their knees touch, and his arm wrap around the back of the couch behind Kendall.
Kendall raised a brow, "You mandate it? Are you serious?"
Carlos laughed again, pulling his body up using his arm behind the couch, and straddled Kendall. This was happening, oh God, this was really happening. Kendall 's heart raced as the muscular man covered his body, Carlos 's ass touching his knees. Kendall swallowed. His eyes went wide.
"Yeah, it is officially mandatory," Carlos brought his lips to Kendall 's neck, a large hand cupping the back of his head. Carlos 's lips brushed along Kendall 's skin, gently nipping, with a sneak of tongue.
Kendall 's head fell back, exposing more of his skin to Carlos, " Carlos..." He breathed, locking his fingers behind the Sheriff's neck.
"Is that a yes?" Carlos licked a slow line up Kendall 's jaw, laying a kiss on his temple, before tugging at Kendall 's shirt.
Kendall moaned and sat up, letting Carlos pull off his shirt. He was so lonely, Carlos was so perfect; how could he say no? Carlos licked his lips, running his hands down Kendall 's chest. Kendall wanted to see that large chest for himself. He wanted to feel it pressed against him. He pulled at the Sherriff's shirt, causing Carlos to chuckle and cross his arms, pulling the shirt over his head, and throwing it somewhere to the side.
Carlos was muscled, well defined in every sense, dark hair covered his body, and Kendall immediately ran his hands over it. The muscular man closed his eyes, letting Kendall explore. Letting go completely, Kendall put all his worries aside, and let himself just feel. He wrapped his arms around Carlos 's chest and brought his mouth to a tanned nipple.
"Ah yeah," Carlos tightened his grip in Kendall 's hair, pressing the smaller man closer. Kendall bit gently down on the nipple in his mouth. "Harder baby..." Carlos groaned.
Kendall bit down harder, pulling the nipple with his teeth, and letting his hand wander down Carlos 's chest. The muscular man caught the fleeing hand by the wrist, causing Kendall to look up, only to see hungry brown eyes staring back. Grabbing Kendall 's other hand; Carlos lifted his ass off of Kendall 's knees, and pulled him across the room.
Sydney ran out of the room as if she knew what was about to happen, and Carlos laughed, bringing Kendall to stand in front of the fireplace. Kendall felt the soft rug under his feet, the warmth of the fire against his bare skin. Carlos pulled Kendall down and brought their lips together, slowly he meshed their mouths against one another in a kiss that even the fire had no comparison for. Kendall whimpered, bringing his hands around Carlos 's neck, molding their chests together, as they finally let out all of their pent up passion.
Carlos ate away at Kendall 's mouth, while he lowered them both to the ground. Kendall moaned as Carlos laid him out on the rug, those large paws running over his sides, and down his sweat pants. Large thighs straddled Kendall 's smaller legs, bringing their erections together, rubbing and grinding into a rolling dance.
" Carlos...oh...please," Kendall begged, feeling the muscular man's cock on him.
Carlos continued kissing him, letting his mouth eventually slide down, peppering Kendall 's neck and chest with tiny kisses, and tweaking his nipples between large fingers. Kendall was already close, one touch to his length and he could explode. The route in which Carlos was taking was slow, but heading exactly where Kendall needed him to go.
Carlos sneaked a peek at Kendall from under his lashes once finally reaching the waist band of his sweatpants. The Sheriff laid a kiss on his waist before pulling the sweats down his legs. Kendall sucked in a breath, his cock completely exposed along with his entire body. He was naked and vulnerable to Carlos, the thought exciting him.
Kendall tried to reach for Carlos, wanting more contact with his body, but the man above him shook his head with a smile, "This is for you. It's my turn to make you smile." With those words the man bent down and took Kendall 's cock into his mouth.
"Oh God!" Kendall arched off the floor, his hand snaking through Carlos 's messy locks. The brunette buried his nose against Kendall 's smooth skin, the entire length down his throat. Carlos pulled up, letting a few inches slide out of his mouth, sucking hard, letting all but the head escape his wet heat.
Kendall let go of Carlos, propping himself up to watch his cock disappear into the man's mouth again. He was only about six inches and not very thick, but Carlos could take him all and watching it was amazing. Jett would rarely suck him off, so this was a treat. Fuck it, why was he thinking about Jett, when this man who actually cared was worshipping his body?
Carlos bobbed up and down, gliding his tongue under Kendall 's shaft, cupping his balls with warm calloused fingers. Kendall fell back against the floor, no longer able to support his upper body, and moaned gripping Carlos 's hair in a vice.
"Close Carlos...ah God close..." Kendall gasped and Carlos slid off him, working him with one hand. Carlos reached up and kissed him softly.
"I'm so hard, if I watch you cum, I'll lose it." Carlos breathed against his mouth.
Kendall nodded, understanding completely, "Then we come together."
Carlos kissed him, "You want me to..." He groaned as Kendall thrust against him.
"Please..." Kendall begged. He wasn't above it; he needed this, needed Carlos.
"Okay, hold on baby, I'll be right back," Carlos was gone in a flash, leaving Kendall panting on the floor. Kendall palmed his erection, squeezing it and sliding his hand up and down.
The Sherriff appeared, ripping the condom packet open with his teeth and a bottle of lube in hand. He took one look at Kendall stroking himself and dropped to his knees. Kendall laughed at the look on Carlos 's face, a smile that seemed to break all his nervous barriers. His laughter ceased as the big man slowly shrugged out of his pants, revealing a cock the size of Kendall 's forearm. It looked absolutely delicious to Kendall and he couldn't wait for it to be inside him.
Carlos rolled the condom on, before crawling back to Kendall, the sounds of their breathing competing with the loud crackle of the fire. Kendall slid his hands through all the dark hair surround Carlos' length, splaying his fingers and tugging on it occasionally.
"You keep doing that and this will be over before we even start," Carlos chuckled into his neck, the muscular man's knees spreading Kendall 's thighs wider. "Lift up for me baby," Carlos purred, slipping large hands under his knees.
Kendall obliged pulling his knees to his chest. Carlos scooted back, parting Kendall 's cheeks with both hands, "Fuck, you're so sexy..." The big man cast lust filled eyes at Kendall. A finger slipped into Carlos's mouth, wetting it to prepare Kendall.
Kendall closed his eyes, writhing in torture as that wet finger slowly encircled his tight hole. Carlos grinned, covering Kendall 's body to steal another kiss as he slipped the tip of his thick finger inside.
"I...uh...uh," Kendall tried to find the words to express his feelings, as Carlos thrust the lone finger in and out of him, attacking his mouth at the same time. Another finger was added and Kendall moaned into Carlos 's mouth, grinding his dick against Carlos with need. After the third finger, Kendall was out of his mind, "In me...oh God, please..."
Carlos 's fingers pulled out, his slick tongue licking the surface of Kendall 's lips, "You want this, baby?" Carlos rubbed his shaft against Kendall, gripping both their cocks together, sliding them in and out of his fingers.
"Yes, oh fuck..." Kendall arched, almost screaming in need.
Carlos's palm moved flat under Kendall 's cock, running down over his balls, to the crack of his ass, slicking the skin there with the smaller man's fluids.
"Please!" Kendall writhed. He was going to cum with this kind of torture. He had never been this turned on before. No one had ever lit his fire, like Carlos was doing now. The click of the lube bottle had Kendall running his hands over his chest, trying to keep away from his erection. He shivered as Carlos applied the cold fluid to his entrance, rubbing the excess on the thick cock that would fill him.
"You are so beautiful," Carlos whispered, lining his cock up with Kendall 's entrance. The Sheriff's dark messy locks hung into his face, his eyes so sincere, he was the beautiful one. Kendall 's mouth parted, his head tilted back, when Carlos covered his body, holding his knees against his chest.
His lover pushed slowly into him until the head popped inside. Carlos felt amazing, starting to fill Kendall in all the right ways, "More." He gasped, looking the big man in the eyes.
"You sure? I don't want to hurt you," Carlos searched his eyes, a thumb rubbing circles against his knee.
"Yes...oh yes more," Kendall attempted to push back against the thick cock barely penetrating him.
Carlos pushed in, a few more inches, watching Kendall for any signs of pain. It was too slow, agonizingly so, and Kendall couldn't wait anymore. He had waited so long for someone to look at him like this, to want him so badly. He needed Carlos in a way that was indescribable.
"Fuck me!" Kendall screamed, reaching down and pulling Carlos 's hips closer. The result was satisfying, his entrance filled with his lover's cock. Carlos 's fur tickled his smooth skin and he twisted in the stronger man's embrace.
"Come here," Carlos grit, lifting Kendall under the shoulders, so that he was straddling Carlos 's lap on his knees, the man's length still inside of him. His own shaft was now snuggly sandwiched between their bodies, creating a luscious friction as Carlos pulled Kendall 's hips up, then down. The new position hit the spot, making Kendall moan in pleasure. They started a rhythm between them, their mouths magnetized in a searing kiss. Kendall locked his arms around his lover's neck, seeking the tongue that was his owns twin, and lifting his ass, feeling that thick cock slide against his inner walls.
~~~ Carlos ~~~
His city boy was wild with passion, dancing and bouncing on top of his length like it was the last time he would ever do so. Not if I have a say in it, Carlos thought. Their foreheads were pressed together, Kendall a little higher than him, and their eyes were glued to each other. He was in love, not lust. This man was it for him and it wasn't just the sex connecting them in this moment, it was something else; something that connected their very souls to each other, something so deep that makes my heart ache at the thought of losing him. Carlos was so tired of going it alone, never having anyone to share his life with. He wanted Kendall to be that someone and he would bet all his material possessions that Kendall felt the same.
He felt tears come to his eyes at the very thought and pushed Kendall onto his back, earning a loud moan from the smaller moan. Carlos grabbed Kendall 's hips, the flesh fitting into his large hands like the missing pieces to his puzzle. He slammed home, causing Kendall to scream his name, and damn, if it didn't sound good. Carlos pistoned into Kendall with all the strength he had, pouring his raw need into the other man. At some point in his frenzied rhythm, he grabbed Kendall under the shoulders, slamming the smaller body into his, creating the most delicious slapping sound you had ever heard.
Kendall started shaking, tightening those muscles around Carlos 's cock, "Jesus!" He cried out, Kendall 's channel like a death grip on his member.
His city boy was going cum at any moment, and he wanted it to be good. Carlos slowed his rhythm, sliding back and forth over the spot that made Kendall gasp for air, then pushing in as deep as he would go. He tightened his grip on Kendall with one hand, using his other to grasp the glistening cock that twitched in front of him.
" Carlos!" Kendall bucked and screamed. His pace was excruciating, still moving inside his boy, while at the same time, milking the cum that shot from the cock in his hand. Carlos pulled Kendall 's pulsing erection to himself, letting the ribbons hit him in the chest, marking him as Kendall 's. The smaller man's eyes were squeezed shut, his body spent and shaking. Carlos 's own release came seconds later, filling the condom that was still inside Kendall.
He braced his hands on either side of Kendall 's head, holding his full weight off the smaller man underneath. He dropped his forehead to meet Kendall 's, pausing to take some deep breath and regain his senses. His city boy stared back at him, deep brown eyes that sparkled with the reflection of the fire. Carlos dropped his lips to the smaller man's, gently tracing the outline of them with his tongue before giving Kendall a soft kiss. The guy was worked, he could barely move, but a smile was permeated on his face.
"You okay?" Carlos nuzzled Kendall 's neck, nibbling along smooth skin.
Kendall cleared his throat and snorted, "You could say that."
Carlos lifted up to look him in the eye, confusion meddling in his thoughts. Kendall laughed and pulled Carlos 's head to him for another kiss, this one not so gentle. "Hmmm," Kendall pulled back and licked his lips.
"I see you're just fine," Carlos bit his lip, straddling Kendall, and brushing his fingertips over the bare skin underneath his hands.
"Better than fine," Kendall 's voice was raspy.
"Let me put out this fire and then we're going upstairs," Carlos sucked Kendall's earlobe into his mouth, running his teeth over the tendon lightly.
Kendall laughed and grabbed Carlos's ass, pressing them together, so the little sneak could grind underneath him. Carlos pulled away, stilling Kendall 's hands from grabbing his chest with a laugh, "Hold on there tiger. Get your ass upstairs, while I do this."
The smaller man got to his knees, while Carlos removed the grate to the open fire. Kendall pressed himself to Carlos 's back, a tongue suddenly licking along the line of his shoulder. "I said get your ass upstairs, and don't make me tell you again city boy," Carlos growled over his shoulder, a grin apparent.
"Or what?" Kendall replied coyly.
Carlos raised a brow, "Fuck it." He replaced the grate over the fireplace and stood, looking down at Kendall on his knees. The Sheriff hauled Kendall to his feet and bent down, throwing the smaller man's waist over his shoulder and rising up again.
"What the fuck?" Kendall laughed then moaned when Carlos smacked his tight little ass.
"I said upstairs, and you wanted to know 'or what'? This is 'or what'," He slapped Kendall 's other cheek, heading for the stairs.
"Oh yeah?" Kendall giggled and smacked Carlos on the ass in return. He had to grab the handrail to keep from falling over. Both of them were in tears from laughing so hard by the time they reached the bedroom.
Carlos tossed Kendall on the king sized bed, observing him in his open legged, sprawled out state. God, he was gorgeous, and that smile...mmmm. He couldn't take being so near the guy and not touching him, so he slammed the door shut and got a running start to the bed. He pounced on Kendall, causing the smaller man to laugh until he couldn't breathe.
~~~ Camille ~~~
Camille put the last dish on the drying board, tension wracking her human form, and a heavy heart encased in her chest. Dinner had started out without a hitch, the four of them enjoying each other's company, and more importantly the soul food Mama Knight had whipped up. The conversation had turned to something of a touchy nature, when Buddha Bob commented that his late wife Bernadette had made chili on cold winter nights too. That had done it, the hole that seemingly sank the ship. Both Buddha Bob and Lucy retreated into their own heads after that, leaving Camille and Mama Knight to change the awkward topic.
Mama Knight was a strong personality, putting off her own saddened memories on the subject, and jumping into Lucy's life with delight. The girl's face had sparkled back to life, revealing her knowledge of the music world, and her plans to put advertise her father's whole food supply business with a 'rocking' song she had written. Camille wanted to share in the excitement, but she paused, thinking better of it. She didn't want to get too close to Lucy, only to lose her if Mama Knight and Buddha Bob continued to dance around each other without a happy ending. Both of them were stubborn, old school, and after all these lonely years, still in mourning.
Even though she and her mother weren't all that close as of late, she wished more than anything for her guidance on the matter, or any advice from anyone at this point, Cupid always knew what to do, if only he were here and not take that year round vacation, he is the only God that didn't have duties like the rest and he was four hundred years older than Camille. Camille laced all the food with her sparkly dust, which soon melted away with a burst of glowing delight, making sure that everyone at the table got their share of love unrestrained, but it seemed to have no effect. Sure they were still smiling and talking, but not like earlier, and it only seemed to be getting quieter from here. Camille felt a presence behind her. She threw the towel in the sink, and turned, bracing her backside and hands along the counter.
"Hiding out?" Lucy grinned, her arms folded over her chest.
"Nope, just cleaning up and then probably going to bed," Camille faked a smile. Why did she have to be so intense? This was just going to make losing her that much harder. Camille brushed past Lucy, grabbed the opened bread, and went to place it in the bread box.
"Hey look, I don't understand what I did to you," Lucy kept her voice even, irritation laced in her words. Camille faced him, the young Goddess' eyes were tired, and her body was exhausted.
"You didn't do anything Lucy. It's been a long day and I'm sorry if I'm not lively and cheerful and all the things you are supposed to be on New Years, I'm just tired is all," Camille shrugged. Just avoid her, don't say anything else.
"You know what I think?" Lucy took a step forward. "I think you're lying."
" Lucy, let it go, alright? I'm gonna go get ready for bed, I'll see ya tomorrow," I'll see you in my dreams, my love. Camille ran a hand through her curly hair, turning on her heel, and walking into the living room to retrieve her back-pack.
Buddha Bob and Mama Knight were sitting stiffly on opposite sides of the worn in couch. Both transfixed on an infomercial for Love Connect, the latest in online dating. Lucy wanted to slap both of them silly, they were so damn close, and she could feel it. She bent down behind the couch and grabbed her backpack from under the table there. She slowly eyed the two of them, neither acknowledged her presence, and both looked to still be breathing, well sort of. The remote screamed at her from the table and she smiled. She might be in human form, but he still possessed powers far beyond anything resembling human.
Camille skimmed but a finger across the channel button, the tip glowing under his power, causing the old television screen to fizz in and out of focus. Suddenly a crisp and clear picture returned, a black and white scene taking place. Camille smirked, sidling her bag on his shoulder, and Mama Knight let out a sigh.
"I love Gone with the Wind," Her eyes went wistful and Buddha Bob spared her a longing glance.
"Me too, one of the oldies, but goodies," He smiled. They locked eyes and Mama Knight ducked with a blush. Buddha Bob scooted over the middle cushion, a bear like arm stretched on the back of the sofa. This was Camille's cue to leave. She looked up taking a step back towards the hall, only to see a wide -eyed, completely freaked Lucy. Camille sharply cut her eyes at the oblivious couple, and then took a deep breath, striding quickly and quietly over to Lucy. The teen was in shock, no doubt having seen what Camille had just done. The cook grabbed Lucy by the arm and pulled her towards the stairs.
Lucy was too much in shock to utter a word, following Camille obediently. She stumbled under the guidance of Camille's strong grip and let out a shaky breath, when the curly brunette pushed her into the last bedroom on the second floor. Camille let Lucy go, the severing of their connected skin, immediately made her miss the teen dearly. Lucy slumped onto her bed. She put her head in her hands, hair spilling everywhere, her breathing becoming rapid, questions firing through her mind.
"Hey," Camille breathed, guilt straining her thoughts. "Lucy?" She whispered, shutting the door softly, and coming to kneel before the freaked out rocker.
Lucy lifted her head from her hands, tears of fear running over her cheeks, "What...wha...what are you?"
The cook was overcome with grief, her fingers itching with the need to touch her other half and she did. She brought her thumbs under those sharp dark eyes, wiping away the moisture, making Lucy shiver at the touch. Lucy sniffled, wrapping a hand around Camille's wrist in wonder, the immediate spark as their skin touched was completely electric. Camille pushed a hand through Lucy's hair, her other hand being held captive in the teen's grasp.
"How did you do that?" Lucy murmured, "You were glowing..." He leaned into Camille's touch, the whole situation mind boggling to them both.
"Show me," Lucy continued. "I wanna see it." Camille inhaled, and then nodded. She gently tugged her hand from Lucy's and placed herself a few feet away from the bed.
"Please don't be scared. I would never hurt you," Camille was terrified. This moment was everything to her. Her heart, her life, her body were all about to be put on display. Everything that he had to hide from the mortals would be revealed within the blink of an eye, and it could mean Lucy pushing her away forever.
"Are you ready?" Camille swallowed. Her throat was dry and heart was pounding. Lucy stared at him, eyes wide, but nodded.
Camille unclenched her hands, relaxed her back, and closed her eyes. A warm tingle emanated in her body, flowing outwards onto her skin, a sigh erupted from her lips. She heard Lucy's gasp and Camille opened her eyes. Lucy was on her toes, words escaping her. Oh so slowly, she made a circle around Camille's new form, a mixture of awe and utter shock weaving through his features.
"Say something," Camille pleaded, feeling ready to cry. Her soft angel wings fluttered as a hand stroked the right side, gently running over the bottom feathers. Pleasure and want filled her, her wings being very sensitive to the touch. Lucy had yet to say anything, or to look her in the eye at all. Camille held fast and stayed glued to the spot. The teen placed both palms flat against Camille's shimmering shoulders. Dark eyes looked into chocolate ones.
"Am I dreaming? Are you real?" Lucy finally broke her silence, her tongue wet her lips.
"You're not dreaming. I'm real," Camille circled the thin wrists on her shoulders with her hands, putting them on her hips. "What are you really thinking?"
Delicate hands on her hips tightened, the pinkies straying under the red sash that topped off her ivory cloth dress. Lucy stepped into her, forcing Camille to put her hands around Lucy's shoulders, desperate for more contact.
"I think you are a fantasy, something too amazing to be real," Lucy said in a daze. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. Not that I've been out of this town much, but I'm pretty damn sure you're up there."
Camille couldn't help but laugh, her fingers slithered through Lucy's hair, "Do you know who I am though?"
Lucy looked him up and down, a grin split on her lips, "I think we humans don't know Greek Goddesses as well as we think we do, but I'm…I think, you are related to Cupid." Lucy had a cheeky grin on her face, her eyes looked glazed, like she had just lived in the greatest ecstasy they world had to offer. "Now, I know your too young to her his mother, so I think you are his sister? I didn't know Cupid had a sister. And frankly, I'm utterly grateful, cause I bet we are crazy and meant to be,"
Camille burst into a fit of laughter. "Not crazy, just meant to be," Camille sniffled and pulled Lucy to her. Their lips connected and the room burst into a glow of white.
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