Winter Weather (Cam/Vala, Teenager-verse) NC-17
Winter Weather
Cam/Vala, Teenager-verse
NC-17
For virkatjol. Merry Christmas.
It starts to get colder outside, and Vala doesn't exactly have a winter wardrobe.
Cam's mother mentions taking her shopping; Cam likes the idea, likes that Vala is part of the family by now. Three months in and he struggles to remember what it was like without her there, except vague recollections when hormones didn't rule his life and he didn't live for moments when he saw her half naked or got to make out with her without his parents walking in. But he knows by her reactions sometimes, by the way things catch her off guard and she works over time to hide what she doesn't have, that it isn't quite so commonplace to her yet.
And he knows that sometimes she has a hard time accepting help, and sometimes it makes her feel bad and like she should take care of herself, and that it reminds her of how her own father isn't there for her. So he tells his mother that Vala does need a new winter coat and shoes that aren't sandals and he says that he wants to take her shopping.
His mother gets that soft-eyed look like she does sometimes with him and gives him a hug and her credit card and he's shocked, but he isn't gonna question it.
*
Vala loves to shop.
(Sometimes she just randomly shows up with money. Cam can never get her to explain how she's managed to get her hands on it, something that amuses her and frustrated him, but she's always in a good mood so he doesn't think it can be that bad.)
She loves to shop when it's her own money, and most definitely when it's his.
*
Four hours in, he's beginning to think that maybe this was a mistake.
*
Five hours in, he knows it was.
*
Hour six means lunch and he holds her hand while they walk through the bustling mall to the food court. They order Chinese food and split it, sitting pressed together on a bench seat.
"Look, they've started decorating for Christmas," she says, pointing excitedly toward a tree in the corner. There are banners up too, some shop displays - too early, Cam thinks, but he's never been overly sentimental about holidays. He likes getting presents, and all the food in the house, but after passing the age of Santa Claus he hasn't really seen any reason to get all worked up about it.
But he realizes now, this year, he might have a reason again. Seeing the huge smile on her face and the sparkle in her eye, he gets that weird urge to do whatever it takes to keep her happy, and he thinks of shopping for her - not just with her, but for her - and surprising her with presents, and and how his family celebrates, and he starts to feel a little tingle of anticipation.
*
Vala gets her coat, and a few things besides: fuzzy warm socks, a thick robe, a couple of sweaters.
She disappears in the racks of clothes at one point and leaves Cam standing there awkwardly between little girls underwear and the juniors section. He blushes, for no reason at all, when a sales person walks by and gives him a friendly smile.
"Cameron!" He hears her call out his name and follows the sound of her voice until he bumps into her. She has an impish look in her eye and she drags him with her, moving quickly past the desk into the dressing rooms. "Shh."
"What?" He's in the stall with the door shut behind him before he even realizes what she's doing. "Vala!"
"What part of shh didn't translate?" She presses her index finger against his lips. "I'm going to try something on for you."
He looks behind her, at what's hanging - lingerie. Hot pink with black lace edging and just looking at it makes his pants tighter.
She waits until his eyes are back on her, and winks.
Cam feels terrified and exhilarated. Whatever she's got in mind, chances are it could get them kicked out, but he doesn't really care. She has that effect on him.
She lifts her shirt over her head. She's wearing a teal bra, and oh, shit, what if she has panties to match? She undoes the button and then leans her shoulders back against the mirror with her hips still out and plays with the zip of the jeans. Her hips jut out above them, the low slung denim showing off a perfect flat tummy and belly button. He swallows, mouth suddenly dry, and then she inches the zip down.
She pushes the jeans down and steps out of them, folding them neatly on the small bench seat. She reaches behind her and with a quick motion of her fingers the bra slips forward. She drops it on top of the jeans and shirt.
Her nipples are hard, breasts perfect and mouth watering. It's been a couple of weeks since they've managed to get alone together… just a quick grope then, furtive making out in the back seat of someone else's car after the movies, Vala's wandering hands directing him but he hadn't even been able to see her then. Now he can see it all so perfectly, in the bright fluorescent lighting.
His eyes are fixated on her panties, that bright scrap of fabric that hides something he spends so many nights jerking off thinking about - how she feels, how she tastes, how she smells.
She takes the panties off, and turns to reach for the nightie, sliding it on. She walks toward him, hair in thick curling waves over her shoulder. He can see the eyeliner smudged at her eyes, the faint pink of lipgloss worn off, and that's about as much studying as he does before her mouth is on his.
She pins him against the wall and kissing him, rubbing her body against him. She reaches down between them and rubs his straining cock through his jeans. It's not enough though, not for either of them, and she reaches in to grasp him. He has his hands wrapped around her, fingers on the slick silk of the lingerie, then down to find warm bare skin. He cups her ass as she giggles into the kiss, delighted.
She pulls back and pushes his hands down. He feels about as unsexy as he can standing with his shirt on, pants on the floor caught by his shoes, and dick sticking out from his body at an impressive angle. But Vala looks at him like she wants to eat him alive and that, okay, that works.
She pushes him toward the bench and he sits down. He has no idea what she has in mind but with this, he trusts her. He's pretty sure she's not gonna do anything he doesn't like.
She sits in his lap, back to him, reaching for his cock. They've fooled around like this before and he likes it - fucking loves it, actually. He can feel how warm she is between her legs right against the base of his cock and she reaches down to wrap her hand around him. He puts his hand on her stomach under the lingerie and then reaches down to rub at her lit. She gasps and starts to jerk him off, rocking between the pleasure his fingers are giving her and the way she lives to rub against the shaft.
"Vala," he warns her, the first thing he's said since she shushed him. She keeps jerking him with one hand and with the other reaches for her jeans, digging in the pocket. She manages to multitask well enough to grab a few folded up napkins. Cam muffles a laugh against her shoulder. Of course she'd planned ahead.
He's close, feet planted on the ground so he can move without upsetting their position, minute little thrusts that he can't help. He bites down hard on his bottom lip and he can feel it building, building, her hand moving harder and working the friction so perfectly, and then-
Footsteps. He's rigid in her grasp, precome drooling steadily out of the tip. Someone is walking right by their dressed room.
Then there's a knock.
Vala's hand keeps moving. Cam thinks the situation should be killing his hard on, but it isn't. It's getting worse and worse, harder to hold back the more he tries. He can feel sweat on his forehead. She swipes the palm of her hand over the tip and his nerves are screaming with the overload of pleasure. "Yes?" She calls out sweetly.
"Anything I can help you with, darling?" A sales lady calls out in a slightly worried voice.
"Oh, no," Vala takes Cam's hand and puts it on her breast, and he knows she's trying to break him. "I'm just texting pictures of me in the outfits to my friend, she hasn't replied yet!"
"Well, just let me know if there's anything I can get for you, any other sizes," the saleswoman says, and the feet that Cam can see outside of the stall door move out of view.
She takes his other hand and guides it between her legs, in the small space between their bodies. She's dripping wet, and Cam loses it. Vala's ready, mostly - she misses the first thick spurt and it shoots up, and then lands on her thigh. The rest she catches in the napkin.
Cam slumps back against the wall and shuts his eyes, catching his breath. Vala wads up the napkin and tosses it beside them, then turns on his lap. "My turn," she says, face flushed and throaty voice belying how turned on she is.
Cam thrusts two fingers into her. She whines quietly and presses her face into his neck, kneeling on the bench over him to give him room to fuck her with his fingers. She rides them, grinding down, and it doesn't take long at all until she's spasming and drowning her ragged breaths into a kiss.
He's pretty sure that they're just tempting fate by staying in here this long, but he doesn't let her go just yet. He kisses her again and then runs his hands down her back, over the nightie, just to feel it. "I like this."
"Yeah?" She giggles. "Wanna buy it for me?"
"Uh, after what we just did it in it…" Cam can't imagine putting it back.
Until Vala shows him the price tag. She can hardly control her laughter at his face. "We won't put it back," she reassures him. "We'll leave it in here and someone else will!"
*
They get home an hour later, and Vala bounds into the living room with their shopping bags.
His mother loves everything she's picked out, but can't understand why Cam turns red when she tells Vala to go try them all on.
Cam/Vala, Teenager-verse
NC-17
For virkatjol. Merry Christmas.
It starts to get colder outside, and Vala doesn't exactly have a winter wardrobe.
Cam's mother mentions taking her shopping; Cam likes the idea, likes that Vala is part of the family by now. Three months in and he struggles to remember what it was like without her there, except vague recollections when hormones didn't rule his life and he didn't live for moments when he saw her half naked or got to make out with her without his parents walking in. But he knows by her reactions sometimes, by the way things catch her off guard and she works over time to hide what she doesn't have, that it isn't quite so commonplace to her yet.
And he knows that sometimes she has a hard time accepting help, and sometimes it makes her feel bad and like she should take care of herself, and that it reminds her of how her own father isn't there for her. So he tells his mother that Vala does need a new winter coat and shoes that aren't sandals and he says that he wants to take her shopping.
His mother gets that soft-eyed look like she does sometimes with him and gives him a hug and her credit card and he's shocked, but he isn't gonna question it.
*
Vala loves to shop.
(Sometimes she just randomly shows up with money. Cam can never get her to explain how she's managed to get her hands on it, something that amuses her and frustrated him, but she's always in a good mood so he doesn't think it can be that bad.)
She loves to shop when it's her own money, and most definitely when it's his.
*
Four hours in, he's beginning to think that maybe this was a mistake.
*
Five hours in, he knows it was.
*
Hour six means lunch and he holds her hand while they walk through the bustling mall to the food court. They order Chinese food and split it, sitting pressed together on a bench seat.
"Look, they've started decorating for Christmas," she says, pointing excitedly toward a tree in the corner. There are banners up too, some shop displays - too early, Cam thinks, but he's never been overly sentimental about holidays. He likes getting presents, and all the food in the house, but after passing the age of Santa Claus he hasn't really seen any reason to get all worked up about it.
But he realizes now, this year, he might have a reason again. Seeing the huge smile on her face and the sparkle in her eye, he gets that weird urge to do whatever it takes to keep her happy, and he thinks of shopping for her - not just with her, but for her - and surprising her with presents, and and how his family celebrates, and he starts to feel a little tingle of anticipation.
*
Vala gets her coat, and a few things besides: fuzzy warm socks, a thick robe, a couple of sweaters.
She disappears in the racks of clothes at one point and leaves Cam standing there awkwardly between little girls underwear and the juniors section. He blushes, for no reason at all, when a sales person walks by and gives him a friendly smile.
"Cameron!" He hears her call out his name and follows the sound of her voice until he bumps into her. She has an impish look in her eye and she drags him with her, moving quickly past the desk into the dressing rooms. "Shh."
"What?" He's in the stall with the door shut behind him before he even realizes what she's doing. "Vala!"
"What part of shh didn't translate?" She presses her index finger against his lips. "I'm going to try something on for you."
He looks behind her, at what's hanging - lingerie. Hot pink with black lace edging and just looking at it makes his pants tighter.
She waits until his eyes are back on her, and winks.
Cam feels terrified and exhilarated. Whatever she's got in mind, chances are it could get them kicked out, but he doesn't really care. She has that effect on him.
She lifts her shirt over her head. She's wearing a teal bra, and oh, shit, what if she has panties to match? She undoes the button and then leans her shoulders back against the mirror with her hips still out and plays with the zip of the jeans. Her hips jut out above them, the low slung denim showing off a perfect flat tummy and belly button. He swallows, mouth suddenly dry, and then she inches the zip down.
She pushes the jeans down and steps out of them, folding them neatly on the small bench seat. She reaches behind her and with a quick motion of her fingers the bra slips forward. She drops it on top of the jeans and shirt.
Her nipples are hard, breasts perfect and mouth watering. It's been a couple of weeks since they've managed to get alone together… just a quick grope then, furtive making out in the back seat of someone else's car after the movies, Vala's wandering hands directing him but he hadn't even been able to see her then. Now he can see it all so perfectly, in the bright fluorescent lighting.
His eyes are fixated on her panties, that bright scrap of fabric that hides something he spends so many nights jerking off thinking about - how she feels, how she tastes, how she smells.
She takes the panties off, and turns to reach for the nightie, sliding it on. She walks toward him, hair in thick curling waves over her shoulder. He can see the eyeliner smudged at her eyes, the faint pink of lipgloss worn off, and that's about as much studying as he does before her mouth is on his.
She pins him against the wall and kissing him, rubbing her body against him. She reaches down between them and rubs his straining cock through his jeans. It's not enough though, not for either of them, and she reaches in to grasp him. He has his hands wrapped around her, fingers on the slick silk of the lingerie, then down to find warm bare skin. He cups her ass as she giggles into the kiss, delighted.
She pulls back and pushes his hands down. He feels about as unsexy as he can standing with his shirt on, pants on the floor caught by his shoes, and dick sticking out from his body at an impressive angle. But Vala looks at him like she wants to eat him alive and that, okay, that works.
She pushes him toward the bench and he sits down. He has no idea what she has in mind but with this, he trusts her. He's pretty sure she's not gonna do anything he doesn't like.
She sits in his lap, back to him, reaching for his cock. They've fooled around like this before and he likes it - fucking loves it, actually. He can feel how warm she is between her legs right against the base of his cock and she reaches down to wrap her hand around him. He puts his hand on her stomach under the lingerie and then reaches down to rub at her lit. She gasps and starts to jerk him off, rocking between the pleasure his fingers are giving her and the way she lives to rub against the shaft.
"Vala," he warns her, the first thing he's said since she shushed him. She keeps jerking him with one hand and with the other reaches for her jeans, digging in the pocket. She manages to multitask well enough to grab a few folded up napkins. Cam muffles a laugh against her shoulder. Of course she'd planned ahead.
He's close, feet planted on the ground so he can move without upsetting their position, minute little thrusts that he can't help. He bites down hard on his bottom lip and he can feel it building, building, her hand moving harder and working the friction so perfectly, and then-
Footsteps. He's rigid in her grasp, precome drooling steadily out of the tip. Someone is walking right by their dressed room.
Then there's a knock.
Vala's hand keeps moving. Cam thinks the situation should be killing his hard on, but it isn't. It's getting worse and worse, harder to hold back the more he tries. He can feel sweat on his forehead. She swipes the palm of her hand over the tip and his nerves are screaming with the overload of pleasure. "Yes?" She calls out sweetly.
"Anything I can help you with, darling?" A sales lady calls out in a slightly worried voice.
"Oh, no," Vala takes Cam's hand and puts it on her breast, and he knows she's trying to break him. "I'm just texting pictures of me in the outfits to my friend, she hasn't replied yet!"
"Well, just let me know if there's anything I can get for you, any other sizes," the saleswoman says, and the feet that Cam can see outside of the stall door move out of view.
She takes his other hand and guides it between her legs, in the small space between their bodies. She's dripping wet, and Cam loses it. Vala's ready, mostly - she misses the first thick spurt and it shoots up, and then lands on her thigh. The rest she catches in the napkin.
Cam slumps back against the wall and shuts his eyes, catching his breath. Vala wads up the napkin and tosses it beside them, then turns on his lap. "My turn," she says, face flushed and throaty voice belying how turned on she is.
Cam thrusts two fingers into her. She whines quietly and presses her face into his neck, kneeling on the bench over him to give him room to fuck her with his fingers. She rides them, grinding down, and it doesn't take long at all until she's spasming and drowning her ragged breaths into a kiss.
He's pretty sure that they're just tempting fate by staying in here this long, but he doesn't let her go just yet. He kisses her again and then runs his hands down her back, over the nightie, just to feel it. "I like this."
"Yeah?" She giggles. "Wanna buy it for me?"
"Uh, after what we just did it in it…" Cam can't imagine putting it back.
Until Vala shows him the price tag. She can hardly control her laughter at his face. "We won't put it back," she reassures him. "We'll leave it in here and someone else will!"
*
They get home an hour later, and Vala bounds into the living room with their shopping bags.
His mother loves everything she's picked out, but can't understand why Cam turns red when she tells Vala to go try them all on.