As the Geep spun back down the deserted road, Cameron laughed. "Actually," she said, "if it's all the same to you, I'd like to finish what was so rudely interrupted." Murdoc nodded with a grin of agreement. "Can't think of anything I'd rather do. Going back to Kong's out of the question though. Russel's having a huge party with all his friends from the US tonight. We wouldn't have any peace and quiet, the damn Yanks would be everywhere. Your place?" Cameron suddenly realized what she'd got herself into. She didn't have a "place," really. It's not like she could call her apartment a home and she was afraid of how her minuscule living space would look to someone like Murdoc. It occurred to her that he had no idea how poor she was
"Eh, Luv?" Murdoc asked after not receiving and answer.
"Uh, yeah sure. I guess." Cameron replied reluctantly. She'd hate for him to judge her poor living conditions, or even worse, pity her for them. She unhappily bit her lip. "Just go left." She said as Murdoc turned back onto the highway, nodding. Cameron continued giving him directions until they pulled into the worn asphalt parking lot behind her building. She tried to see it through new eyes, hoping that maybe it wasn't as shabby looking as she believed it to be. She was wrong. Upon careful inspection, she realized it was even worse. The old bricks of the graffiti covered building were crumbling away and some of the windows were cracked or boarded up completely. The structure was filthy, covered by a thick layer of grime from its lack of maintenance.
"This the place?" Asked Murdoc dubiously, scratching the back of his head.
Cameron nodded and tried to speak confidently, but instead ended up squeaking, "Yes," as she opened the vehicle's door and stepped onto the pitted ground. Murdoc followed, and the two walked towards the small door on the side of the building. It led to a stairway which was illuminated by sickly yellow tinged lights. The walls were dingy and discoloured. The two walked up the steps in an almost suffocating silence aside from the sound of the echoes of shoes on the grey cement. Murdoc followed Cameron up six flights of stairs, finally reaching the landing at the top. "Sorry," she apologized, "I'm pretty sure the elevator hasn't worked since before I moved in." Her face flushed in mild humiliation. I'm so goddamn poor, She thought unhappily as she opened the door and went into a cramped hallway, walking down three doors and stopping at hers. She pulled the key from her jacket and opened the door, letting Murdoc in. He didn't even try to hide his astonishment at the tiny, near bare room he found himself standing in. "Welcome to my humble abode." Cameron said blankly, closing the door behind him and taking off her jacket. She sat down on her mattress with a small thud.
"It's ahhhhhhh…" Murdoc started, not quite sure what to say, "It's um…"
"Crap." Cameron finished for him. "Yes, I'm aware." He looked at her. Here comes the pity, Cameron thought. She was wrong though. The real cause for Murdoc's silence was how familiar it all felt to him. He hadn't been born in to riches, in fact, the place where he grew up was uncomfortably close in appearance to where Cameron was living now. He could see the defensiveness on her face, recognizing it as the same kind of stubborn pride he displayed when he was young and children made fun of him for being poor. He'd give them a look just like the one she was giving him now before knocking their teeth in. In the few times they'd been together Murdoc had sensed that Cameron protected her independence ferociously, so he didn't express the foreign feeling of compassion he had for her. Actually, he thought, I shouldn't be feeling any compassion for her at all. I can't afford to start caring about this bird. "I've seen worse, Luv." Murdoc finally said sitting down next to her on the bed.
Cameron had begun to feel dizzy after not having had anything to eat that day. She weakly smiled at Murdoc and lay down. "Well," she said dramatically, trying to direct his attention away from her apartment, "aren't you going to have your way with me?" He chuckled and lay down next to her, inching closer. Nuzzling her neck, his hands began to peel off her dress. Cameron lay, unmoving. As he touched her she suddenly began to notice a bizarre feeling of being invaded upon. Not sexually, but emotionally. Murdoc was feeling her up in her apartment. Her apartment. She'd never had anyone but herself in it before. All her one night stands happened at the man's house, or a motel. She's sooner fuck someone in an alleyway than allow them into her personal den, the one place where she let her guard down, where she let herself sob convulsively and punch the walls in frustration and wallow in self pity. And now Murdoc was there with her, his hand cupping her breasts and mouth kissing her neck.
Eventually taking notice of her lack of responsiveness Murdoc stopped, looking at her with confused annoyance and arching an eyebrow. "Wake up, Luv, been waiting a while for this." He said, adjusting the bulge in his pants. Cameron was roused from her thoughts.
"Sorry," she said, "I think I just need a small pick-me-up." She got up from the bed and walked over to a small dresser against the wall, her near naked figure lit up only by the extremely faint tawny amber glow coming from a small lamp on the table. Murdoc watched her naked breasts slightly bouncing as she moved. She reached into the drawer and pulled out a small bag of white powder, snorting some up her nostril and smiling. "All better." She said, becoming aware that she'd taken about three times as many pills since she'd met Murdoc than she ever did before. She found herself more and more in need of their numbing effect. She returned to bed and lay down beside him. For Satan's sake, she's as bad as 2D, Murdoc thought, shaking his head. Well, whatever gets her in the mood.
He crawled on top of her and experimentally resumed the kiss, this time somewhat softly on her lips. He gingerly moved a hand to her chest, roughening his grip when she began to kiss back. Her hips plunged up to meet his. There she was, Murdoc mused with a satisfied smirk. He liked her more this way, writhing under his touch, than when she seemed troubled and unstable. That was too much responsibility for Murdoc. He knew just as well as anyone that he wasn't equipped to deal with other people's emotions and problems. He would just find some way to fuck them up even more.
Soon, his thoughts dissipated into the cloudy lust of the moment as he felt a hand slowly squeeze his erection through the stiff material of his pants. He in turn began to kiss his way from her swollen lower lip to her shoulder, nipping at the skin there before moving his mouth to a breast, teasingly flicking his serpent tongue over her small, hard nipple. Cameron wrapped her legs around Murdoc's hips, grinding his hardness into herself and moaning. She tugged at the bottom of his shirt, desperately wanting to feel his green skin on her ivory. Murdoc took his mouth away from her chest, sitting up and allowing her to pull the shirt of his body. Her hands immediately went to his sides, bringing his torso back down to meet hers. He felt her breasts pushing flat into his chest and he dug his groin into her with extreme force, finding it more and more difficult to control his body's movement. Even if he'd wanted to stop, he knew he wouldn't have been able to. He roughly grabbed Cameron's hips, viciously digging his fingertips into the soft skin and relentlessly pushing her harder onto him.
They kissed again, pulling away and breathing heavily into each other's mouths. Murdoc slid his hand inwards from her hips and pulled down her underwear, placing his palm over her mound and gently cupping and un-cupping his hand, fingers teasing her wet entrance. Cameron groaned and buckled her hips upwards, trying to feel more of the incredible sensation created by Murdoc's calloused caress. He dragged his tongue over her slippery clitoris causing her to half sit up and clutch the mattress, sharply drawing in her breath in ecstasy. He continued working the nub with his tongue, occasionally biting down with his pointed teeth. He bit down just hard enough to make her whimper in mild pain, whimpers that often turned to cries of pleasure within seconds. Murdoc grinned wickedly, pleased that he was able to have this effect on her.
He felt her crawl out from under his touch and push him onto the bed. She took his pants off and after treating his bulge to a few firm strokes, removed his boxers as well. Cameron didn't tease Murdoc tonight at all. Her craving for him was too strong. She immediately closed her mouth around his entire length, sucking and rapidly bobbing her head. The back of her throat seemed to disappear as her eyes shot up to look into his, causing a shiver to run up his spine. The sight of Cameron with him in her mouth, hazel cat eyes staring up at him and loose golden ringlets hanging around her face was almost enough to make him finish right there. She flicked the tip of her tongue over the sensitive underside of his head, eliciting a strangled groan from his throat. He could see his juices on her lips. Jerking him with one hand, her mouth traveled below, taking a ball deep into her mouth.
Fearing that he wouldn't last much longer, Murdoc hesitantly withdrew himself from Cameron's inviting mouth and kissed her sloppily. He turned her around and entering her from behind, making her flinch at the sudden penetration. He leaned over her body and brushed the long hair from her back and began biting, kissing, and sucking on the translucent skin. Her small moans got louder and more erratic with each time he pushed into her, the sight and sound of her arousal turning him on almost much as the cause for it. He pulled out and flipped her onto her back, wanting to see the pleasure on her face. Cameron held onto him tightly as he moved in and out of her, arms wrapped around his back with her fingers spread wide, gripping his sweaty skin. She didn't want to let go. She wished his body would absorb hers so she could be a part of him. His thrusts could have ripped her in half and he would still never be far enough inside of her to satisfy her need for his closeness. He soon climaxed, grunting loudly and rolling his head back in ecstasy. Cameron followed soon afterwards, arching her back and moaning his name. They both flopped down onto the mattress, exhausted.
Cameron looked at Murdoc. He looked strangely handsome as he lay there, chest rapidly rising and falling from his climax. She didn't want him to leave. She wanted him to stay and talk with her, to ask her about her life. She wanted him to hold her close enough to smell his musky masculine scent and have him stroke her hair and kiss her forehead. She wanted him to miss her when they weren't together. She wanted him to love her back. Cameron's heart suddenly sank and she felt tightness rising in her chest. Did I just say I wanted him to love me BACK? Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck. Her head span. After all the work she'd put into not falling for anyone, especially him, here she was lying in bed with a man almost old enough to be her father and feelings that he would never reciprocate.
When Cameron looked back on the next few moments the following morning, she regretted them. She realized she shouldn't have panicked. She should have just suppressed her emotions and gone to sleep, enjoying the warmth of Murdoc's slumbering body next to hers. Cameron had no idea that this would be the last time they would lie together like this. She'd realize that she should have basked in the fleeting moment of post-sex sweetness. But she didn't.
"You can go now." She said flatly, oblivious of what was to come.
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If I get too close you wake me up
remind me softly to go
If I forget won't you wake me up
Remind me not to feel a thing