Hiya everyone, thank you for the amazing reviews once more, they make me want to finish the chapters sooner So this is my last chapter for the present section of my story, I'm keeping with the canon on that part in the sense that Cameron leaves, so the next chapter will begin the 6 years later section of my story. I hope you all enjoy, Hameron forever, as always, Nic
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He watched her sleep, hair cascading over her soft white skin that was now bathed in the light of the morning sunshine that invaded freely from the world outside. He smiled to himself as he noticed the small red mark on her shoulder that he had made the night before, the memory returning to his mind like a welcomed friend and making him smile even deeper. He reached forward and, trying not to wake her sleeping form, gently traced the mark with his fingertip before leaning down and kissing it softly, revelling in the feel of her warm skin against his lips. She stirred subconsciously under his touch and he had to fight the urge not to deepen his kiss and demand her attention.
He pulled back, watching as her face settled in sleep once more, a soft smile forming on his own. He felt his throat tighten, trying to push down the feelings of warmth rising from within him and rationalise the affection he felt for her.
He would not ruin her fresh start, would not put the doubt in her mind.
He rolled over, stood up and pulled on his boxers, needing to leave the room before the sense of loss he was feeling overwhelmed him. Stealing one more look at her sleeping form, never wanting to forget the way her red lips parted slightly, smiling almost and demanding his return, he softly opened the door and padded quietly into the bright living room that greeted him with the promise of a life that could be his, if he had the courage to take it.
He headed towards the kitchen, innately familiar in such unfamiliar surroundings. Once there he removed two cups from the stand and began to search the cupboards for coffee, eventually finding it and switching on the machine. He yawned, stretching widely and grinned to himself, entertaining the notion of making her breakfast in bed before the sound of her soft footsteps drew his attention. He looked up and grinned broadly at the sight of her, long legs poking out from beneath his t-shirt that he had carelessly thrown onto the bedroom dresser the night before. She smiled shyly under his gaze and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before sitting down at the table and watching as he finished their drinks, smiling at him each time he caught her gaze. He passed her a cup before taking the seat opposite her and watched as she blew the coffee softly, adding it to the memories he held of her in a room that threatened to consume him.
"So"
She stated softly, sipping her coffee, smiling at him like they shared a secret.
How could he make someone that happy?
"So"
He repeated, returning her smile.
How could someone make him so happy?
"Where do you go from here?"
He shrugged his shoulders and sipped his coffee without breaking their gaze, unable to answer her question but not wanting to deny her the small window she had opened within him.
"Do you want your license back?"
"I don't know"
"Do you want Cuddy?"
"No"
He replied his voice firm, surprised by the question and her belief in it.
"What do you want?"
"I don't know anymore"
"You'll figure it out"
He smiled at her and the belief in her voice and reached across the table, taking her hand softly and pulling it towards him before raising his own, spreading his fingers and placing her hand against his so their fingertips touched. When he spoke his words were intimate, only meant for her.
"I don't know what I'm supposed to be anymore"
She allowed her fingers to drop between his slowly, each one fitting perfectly as though they had been cut from the same cloth.
"You will"
Her voice had all the belief he needed, was sure he would ever need.
"What time do you leave?"
He raised his other hand, placing it over hers, enclosing it within both of his own and making her smile.
"6, flight's at 8"
"Good"
He grinned, pulling her hand towards him and kissing her fingertips.
"Good?"
She questioned, eyes full of mischief.
"Because we have some time before you leave"
She smiled broadly then and he released her hand, getting up from his chair and standing before her like a moth to a flame.
Maybe just this once he could lose himself, if he promised that he would return.
He reached out with both of his hands, invitation open and she slowly placed her hands in his, eyes never leaving his own.
He was undone.
He grinned mischievously and pulled her up, quickly lifting her on to his shoulder and making her laugh in surprise, before marching towards the bedroom. Her shrill of delight a sound he would never forget, never wanted to forget, in this life and whatever else may follow.