I am lying with my head in Cameron's lap, somewhere on the drunk side of tipsy. She lazily toys with my hair, sipping her own glass of wine vaguely.

"How long do the potatoes take?" I question.

"Around an hour."

I finally get to experience the much-anticipated potatoes-au-gratin. They looked complicated, though that may have been amplified by the bottle of wine we were drinking at the time of their creation. I was in charge of grating the cheese.

The cats got left-over cream and are pleased, curled in their box licking it from their whiskers.

I sit up carefully, reaching for my glass of wine. Cameron entwines her fingers with mine and holds out her glass for a refill. I comply. "We should probably save some for dinner, you know." I point out.

"Mmm" Cameron leans back against the couch again. I rest my head on her shoulder. I am looking forward to our mutual day off. It's been a while since we had one, and Cameron's mostly been working nights this week. She kisses my hair tenderly. I turn my face up and her lips brush my own. I smile, and her mouth returns, stronger this time.

Suddenly our glasses of wine have disappeared and she is gently pushing me down onto the couch, her lips delicately exploring my face and neck while her fingers trace lines under my shirt.

I run my fingers through her silky hair. I never tire of her hair. It's auburn again now, and loose, cascading down her back and falling around us like a curtain.

"Hey" I murmur between kisses. "Shall we move this to the bedroom? The kittens are a bit young for this type of thing."

Her lips curve upward in amusement, and she slides off me gracefully, offering her hand. I take it and lead her to our room.

"You are wearing far too many clothes." She informs me as she pulls my shirt up over my head.

"Oh, I know." I agree, pulling her down on top of me. I tease her by undoing her blouse buttons one by one and she grumbles. I roll my eyes at her and she grins. "It isn't my fault you're wearing clothes with so many buttons!" I joke, moving on to her suit pants. She sighs and shimmies out of them. Cameron in an undone blouse kneeling on top of me reminds me of a naughty school girl fantasy and I smirk.

She divests me of my own pants in far less time.

We are entwined in one another. I slide my fingers inside her gently and watch as her pupils dilate with pleasure. I smile as she gasps. She kisses me hard before I relocate my mouth for other purposes. Her clit is swollen as I tease it with my tongue. She moans and pulls at my hair. I love that Cameron is anything but proper during sex. It contrasts nicely with her often overly-innocent demeanour. She is most certainly not innocent when it comes to making love. And she's loud.

Muscles tense and spasm inside her before releasing with a gush of fluid pleasure as she comes. I pull out and move up to lie beside her as she lies panting on the bed. Her face is flushed and her hair sweaty, stuck to her body. I pull it free gently. She rolls towards me, tucking herself under my chin. I hold her comfortably. "You are amazing." She whispers.

I chuckle. "Thanks." We lie in silence for a few more minutes while Cameron regains herself.

The smoke alarm goes just after I come. "Shit!" Cameron runs without pause for clothing, into the kitchen as I lie supine on the bed. The cat's run in in panic, to hide, huddled, under the bed. I hear the fan go on and the window open as Cameron jerks the oven open. I pull on pants and a baggy t-shirt and pad into the kitchen after her, grabbing a tea towel to fan at the smoke alarm until it stops.

"What's the damage?" I question, peeking over Cameron's shoulder at the pan, my arms going around her waist.

She leans her head against mine. "The top's a bit burnt, but I think its okay." She removes the oven gloves and turns to face me, smirking. "Well, that made for an exciting finish."

I chuckle. "Indeed." I kiss her nose gently. "Now how about some clothes?"

She nods. I follow her into the bedroom. "It may take some convincing to get the cats out from under the bed." I kneel down and peer into the darkness. Green eyes glow back at me. "Come on guys, the alarm is off now." I inform them, reaching a hand underneath. A hiss informs me that neither of them are moving anytime soon, and I retreat. "Right." I look up at Cameron. "I think they're staying here. Dinner?"

She smiles. "Dinner."

The potatoes au gratin are delicious, eaten with another glass of white wine each at the table. We peel off the burnt top layer and enjoy the creaminess underneath.

We discuss plans for our day off, the foremost of which is sleeping in.

Eventually the cats determine it is safe and return to watch us from their basket by the heater.

We laugh and joke, and I believe that this is what life is meant to be.