Note: this chapter contains strong and mature language and it's rated M just in case, so read at your own risk.
Her heartbeats still rampaging inside the walls of her chest when she opened the door, she knew everyone in his right mind will notice her shivered body, yet she put up a surprised look when she glimpsed at the man behind the door "Father…uncle Kieran, what are you doing here?" she questioned before suggesting that he could enter her apartment, Father Kieran passed her by to the living room then turned "you weren't returning my calls, how many times I have to apologize for trying to protect you" Camille headed to the center table on the living room and lifted the plates immediately to the sink while explaining "am not mad any more, am just disappointed in you, I thought you're my only family, that you wouldn't lie to me, but you just proved me wrong", now tears begun to form in the corner of her eyes when she continued, this time with more spitefulness "he was your nephew as much as he was my brother, and you chose to keep the truth to yourself knowing that I've had long and restless nights, thinking of what went wrong, how my innocent honorable brother slaughtered nine priests at your watch…" she seemed lost of words when tears became sobs at the memory of it all.
Father Kieran approached Camille resting his hands on her shoulders "am sorry Camille, I couldn't protect him, and I was afraid that I would lose you to, so I denied everything fearing that Klaus might be right, that your pursue for truth will get you killed" his statement brought her head up, while she wiped the tears from her face "Klaus…Ha!" she knew that everything will lead to him eventually, she had blamed him for erasing her agony and sadness, thinking he just wanted to continue using her for his own plot, but the idea of him wanting to shield her from suffering never crossed her mind, and at that moment she realized that she's been seeing things from a clouded perspective, and it was utterly flawed.
Camille nodded implying that she forgave Father Kieran's unwise protectiveness, she eventually had to let go of her resentment and disappointment. As her uncle turned his head toward the door; he noticed the two glasses sitting across the TV "did you have a guest?" Camille looked confused then replied "no, I was bored so I grabbed two for a role play" those words brightened both of their moods before Father Kieran left, Camille then voiced faintly "at least I have my sanity again…for now" before deciding to go to bed, unbeknownst to her that Klaus was just there at the fire-escape staircase checking if she was alright.
That morning, she headed to Rousseau's for an early shift when she spotted Sophie and her friend Sabine looking frazzled; she approached them with a smile "hey girls how are you? You look stressed and it's just 9 am?" both of the women smiled back before Sophie denied saying "Hey! Not at all we were just discussing an acquaintance of ours who felt ill, it's stressing really but nothing we can't manage" she crossed her arms while Sabine took the turn to agree "yeah, totally, cause Sophie here will find away to help him, won't you?" she glared at Sophie demanding a nod, which Sophie gave while gesturing goodbye to Sabine, she then turned to Camille reassuring after she saw her uneasy intent look"don't worry! There's nothing to lose sleep about" after those words Camille nodded gleefully and returned to fixing tables.
"The hundred dollar guy"
"The brave bartender"
"Are you free tonight, we need to talk"
"I'll be there, like the usual"
It is 10 o'clock now, the sun has settled a long time ago yet he hasn't arrived yet, Camille began to wonder if he stood her up, even if the term was incorrect, because no one can be stood up in his own home, she poured a glass of scotch just to calm her nerves, it wasn't like her, but under the circumstances, she would drink anything to numb her panic, and it wasn't long until she had three consecutive drinks, which she immediately regretted knowing she has very low tolerance for a bartender, and semi-drunk person is a lot worse than being fully drunk.
"Hello love! I hope I didn't show up in a inconvenient time?" Klaus magically appeared like he always did; only this time he actually announced his presence before he got spotted. She immediately got up from the couch "hi, am glad you made it" her words made Klaus raise both of his hand in cynicism "ironic how I thought those words will never be uttered from your mouth" Camille took two steps closer guarantying "well, you were wrong", and apparently so did she, but again he'll never hear her acknowledge that, Klaus then inquired joking "so… am I here to get slapped for a second time? Am sorry love but your slap was very strong for a woman of your size, and if so, I suppose I should depart now?"
"About that…!" Camille gathered her nerves then she invaded his personal space and planted a soft, tender kiss on his left cheek, then rubbed his cheek fondly, Klaus's face was a memory to be documented, he stood still in lost of words, he didn't just get caught off guard, but he wasn't expecting this odd affection, it was the very first time, any woman touched his face like that, and out of all women he encountered, Camille certainly wasn't the kind of woman to show him that exact display of admission of guilt.
"Camille! Are you drunk" his only excuse for what she did, however Camille didn't seem bothered admitting "I might be…" she stopped when a hiccup interrupted her words, at that point Klaus burst into laughter "well, I was right didn't I, I have that effect on you, I just didn't realize it would turn you into an intoxicated being" "you'll never hear me admit that" her eyes now challenging him; in a space overflowing with hunger and eagerness.
They weren't sure who approached who first, but they were both certain of what they wanted; each other. They pressed their lips urgently as if they hadn't enough time in the world, their kiss deepened seconds later when they both had their tongues touch with full desire and lust, and Camille seemed struggling to get air when the only thing she could focus on was right in front of her, she paused a little, her eyes focused on the floor while still holding on to him with her fists taking hold of his leather jacket, "are you sure about this, it is perfectly all right if you weren't…I won't hold you to it" Klaus comforted her, before he planted a kiss on her forehead, "No" Camille lifted her head now, after realizing that there wasn't an escape from this… from him, she wanted him, and it wouldn't do her any good if she passed the opportunity.
She reached again for his lips, only this time grabbing the back of his head and moving to the bedroom, he rapidly sped them to her chamber and cornering her between him and the wall, they both continued kissing while finding a job for their hands, she took his leather jacket off and tossed it aside while he did the same for her jean vest, then he stopped a second to place his hand behind her back and lower the zipper of her floral dress, she didn't mind that when she countered by pulling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.
His shirt flung across the room, while her dress and his trousers fell on the floor, Klaus found himself admiring her bra-clad chest; her bra was black with pink rocks sequence, his fingers went immediately to tease the bare portion of her perfect breasts, running around the smooth area, his rather cold fingers made a cool shiver go up and down her spine, he grabbed her by the waist and put her on the bed, he laid on top of her making a second contact with her lips, his right hand roamed her body while the second unraveling her stirred up breasts from their shelter; he could feel her starting to tense beneath him so he moved his tongue to her neck, making sure every inch was rather stimulated properly, he then slide his tongue to her upper body, puzzled with where to begin first, he started to lick at the bottom of her perfectly formed torso, then gently sucked her nipples playfully sending her to another world of pleasure as she closed her eyes yelling his name, his actions challenged her so she pressed him even close while kissing and nibbling at his prized abs and chest, her hands traveled through his broad shoulders reaching his lower back, then tucking both her fingers into his shorts, that move seemed to fuel their hunger even more as she found herself fully nude before him as he in one fluid motion pulled her black knickers.
Camille smiled as she hinted for him to take his shorts as well; he eagerly obliged then positioned himself inside her, while meeting her for an urgent kiss to prepare her, they both let a long moan when he started moving, he held her at his arms so he can have a better access, Camille's body shook as delicious tension was built within her. Sensing she was close, Klaus slowed a bit so they would reach the climax together, and it wasn't that long when her orgasm hit her like a volcano without warning, she squeezed her eyes shut as a faint scream escaped her mouth, encouraging Klaus to stroke her hair with one hand while kneading her breasts with the other. He then felt the joyous release as he was fully spent.
He fell back against her resting his forehead on hers, while pulling out completely, he gently kissed her once more, he ran his hand down her side until reaching her hip, "you're sweet" she declared while her hand caressed his lower back toward his ass cheeks "and you're naughty love" Klaus contradicted, they both chuckled as they rolled over locking lips.
*I hope you like what I did there, and yes the wicked mind is mine, the story will get developed more, and I'll make sure I'll publish a sequel each three days, peace guys!
* the song during the hot scene is Pull me Down by Mikki Ekko