just_muse_me | 23.2.1. A little of what you fancy does you good
23.2.1. A little of what you fancy does you good
Co-written with straight2point
[Follows THIS and THIS]
Harri was close to pulling her hair out. Flynn turning her down on the basis that she was pregnant was enough to piss her off. What right did he have?! It wasn't like being pregnant was a disease, even if she was wondering if Fraser-Campbell sperm was. It was even getting to the point where she was tempted to call James to give her a helping cock. He did get her into this fucking predicament after all. He owed her. The sex wouldn't mean anything, not on Harri's part. She just needed someone to get her off, and to get off now.
Perspiration had broken out across her skin, and she was combing her fingers through her long blonde hair as she gritted her teeth. Her hand wasn't going to do, and neither would a vibrator. She ran her hand over her bloated belly, and pushed up off the bed. Fuck, she hated this. She hated not being able to just fuck a guy, and get it out of her system. James was going to have hell to pay. On top of the pound of flesh he owed her for screwing her over with Isabel.
Harri was almost waddling out of her bedroom, her bare feet making llittle noise on the wooden floorboards of Aiden and Pat's home. Aiden was at the hospital with his husband, leaving Harri alone in the house. Or so she thought. She wandered into the kitchen in search of chocolate, and found Cameron nursing a cup of tea.
Ten inches of talented cock conveniently located within sucking distance. She started looking at him hungrily, her blue eyes darkening quickly. She still remmebered their fling in Mexico, every incredible orgasm. Her arousal increased, her nipples hardening and starting to ache. Harri dragged her tongue across her lips and smirked at him. "Just the man I need."
Cameron looked at her uncertainly... and warily. In fact, he reflexively hugged his cup of tea closer to him because she looked a little like she wanted to steal it off him, and he wasn't sharing. He didn't say anything at first, and then looked suspiciously at her again. "What?" he asked self-consciously, and reached up to fix his hair. She was all about the fashion, so maybe it was his appearance. She was dinstinctly looking at him like she wanted to... eat him, or something. "Aiden's not here," he added, as if it would clarify The Look.
"I know," Harri said, like the fact Aiden wasn't here made it all the better. She didn't feel like justifying her actions to him right now. Hopefully he'd understand. Harri wished like hell she didn't have the massive bulge out the front of her body. Made any flirting damn near impossible. "I need a sexual favour."
Cameron's eyes went from uncertain to wide and then he raised an eyebrow at her. "Why are you telling me that? Isn't this something you should offload onto Aiden? Or is it a gay straight cootie thing?" he asked and sipped his tea obliviously. In fact, it probably was the bump blocking his usual sensory flirting radar.
Harri rolled her eyes, and huffed out an impatient breath. She didn't have time for this. "What's in that tea? I don't need to offload onto Aiden. He's not going to fuck me into oblivion. You are. You're straight, you're ten inches of pure cock, and you're right here. I'm fucking horny, Cameron. I need to be shagged hard, and I need it now."
Cameron nearly spat is tea out, but in an effort not to, he practically inhaled it and nearly aspyhixiated himself. He started coughing roughly, patting at his chest to get his breath back and then proceeding to look at her like she was nuts. "Are you nuts?!" he cried, threading his fingers through his hair and gaping at her. "Do I look like I have a big flashing sign above my head that says James-fucking-Campbell's Sloppy Seconds?!" He didn't know whether to be flattered or annoyed, but he knew another part of him was extremely pissed off. Harri had turned her nose up at him months ago in favour of Campbell, then Isabel did the same. This wasn't exactly a huge boost to his ego.
Harri narrowed her eyes, the lust in her gaze giving way to anger briefly. "Do I look like anyone's sloppy seconds?" She bared her teeth a little, the sudden burst of anger being aided by hormones. "You really want to insult a horny pregnant woman right now? I'm not looking at you as Isabel's sloppy seconds. I'm looking at you as Cameron Preston, someone I know is good in the sack."
Cameron just looked at her blandly. "Who said you were? I just said I was, so don't get your pregnant bitch on with me. I didn't knock you up. I'm still walking wounded from Pat's bitch slap. Come back to me with the claws when I really do insult you," he said, holding her gaze. He was down-beaten enough to lay it on the line with her. He knew she would appreciate it. "Do you really think either of us should be fucking anyone right now? Look at the friggen mess it got us in."
Harri tilted her head, lost for a moment as she imagined Cameron and James together. Hot, angry, gay sex. "Mm... fuck, that just makes me hornier." She blinked herself back, and held Cameron's gaze. "Yes, yes, I do because I'm climbing the fucking walls. I don't want you for anything more than sex, and I'm sorry. I know where I stand, so as long as you know where you stand, what's the big deal? Maybe it'll be cleansing for us to have come together. Fuck them. For a little while let's just pretend they didn't chew up our hearts and spit them out before pissing on the bloody matter, and leaving us without a second thought. I'm pregnant, I'm as horny as I have ever been in my entire fucking life, and if you don't fuck me, then at least just unzip your pants and I'll help myself. You can keep drinking your tea."
Cameron went back to looking at her uncertainly again, though this time it was slightly wounded around the edges because he respected her, and liked her. They'd become friends since he had been staying in the US after his accident. He gestured with his hand in the general direction of her stomach. "That's just... he might get his mini unborn nose out of joint that I'm in his Dad's territory," he said hesitantly.
"Hopefully, when he's grown up and maybe has some woman of his own knocked up, he'll understand that hormones don't give anyone a choice." She bit her tongue when she wanted to point out that her unborn son's father had already dipped his wick in Cameron's territory. She respected Cameron too much to be a total bitch. Besides, insulting him wasn't going to get her sex. "Don't you miss sex? Even just a little? Don't think of it as messing in his territory. You'd be doing me a massive favour. There are just some things a girl shouldn't have to take care of herself. I'd rather fuck a friend, than plastic. Please, Cameron."
Cameron rested his head against his hand and watched her over the top of his fingers. "I'm pretty convinced I'm scarred from sex for life," he said with a small snort. "You know, Aiden would be in the sidelines in a little cheerleader skirt and pom poms encouraging this just to fuck James over. Pat, however, could well disown me. This is all so screwed up. You can't think this won't come with some sort of consequences."
Harri just raised an eyebrow. "I'm hoping it'll come with a dirty great wet patch, and me being satisfied. Cameron, I care about you a lot, and I love your brother. I'm not looking to intellectualise this. The only way you're not going to be scarred is by taking the bull by the horns and fucking it deep, and hard. Why should you miss out on sex because of them? I have no plans on missing out. I love sex. I always have done. He can break my heart, but he's not making me give up carnal pleasures."
Cameron was listening to her but he soon smirked, and then laughed. "Okay, here's a question. How the hell are we going to manage a good hard fuck when you're, what, seven... eight months along, and I have a fucked up knee?" he asked, sniggering now as a few random images of the potential scene jumped into his head.
Harri grinned, shifting so that her belly was pointed away from him and she could get her hand on his thigh, fingers trailing up the inside before brushing against his crotch. "You can still sit down, can't you? I'd never ask you to stand on your busted knee. And believe it, or not, I can still do quite a few things."
"You sound like Pat," Cameron joked, smirking. "And I don't have much choice but to sit down, you accidentally sit on my knee, though, and I'm stuffed. How skillful are you in third-trimester fucking with a near-cripple? Or am I just going to be on the end of a pregnant hormone explosion tantrum when you don't get as satisfied as you obviously desperately need to be?"
"I'll take that as a compliment," Harri purred, the heel of her palm now rubbing forcefully against Cameron. "I'll be as skillful as I need to be if it means getting off. I'd settle just for some oral sex. I need a cock to play with, penetration would just be a bonus. I was thinking reverse cowgirl since my arse hasn't grown."
Cameron gripped hold of the edge of the kitchen counter. "You know this is practically sexual harrassment," he felt the need to add. "Only extremely fucking weird considering how pregnant you are. Like a Demi Moore movie on crack. And I feel this is a pointed juncture that I should add that you gave up my cock in favour of his. Give me one good reason beyond the cock and orgasm argument why I should even bother wanting you again. You turfed me for a lying cheating fucking Aussie wang," he challenged.
"Are you trying to tell me I don't look sexy?" Harri asked, changing her grip so her nails scraped against his cock through his pants. "I'm better than Demi Moore. I feel the need to point out in turn that you didn't want serious. You wanted a fling, and you were going back to England. I didn't turf you considering we weren't together-together. If you'd wanted me like that, you should have said. I would have kept my arse in the Liverpool camp." Harri cupped him in her hand, pushing her fingers back to brush against his balls as she let out a low moan of want. "Mexico."
"Oh please," Cameron scoffed. "Like you were just going to forget about the FBI arse. Just like Izzy. If that wasn't his kid in there, I would be fucking you in a heartbeat," he told her. He wasn't going to give in without a fight. Fight that had been stamped out in the last few weeks and was seemingly want to come to the forefront right now. He had a lot of unresolved frustration in him that maybe a good hard fuck with someone would release, but this was Harri, and she was pregnant with his kid. Very pregnant. "Mexico was a lifetime ago. You're not the same person any more. None of us are."
Harri flicked open his trousers, still pursuing her sexual harrassment of him. Despite the fight he was putting up, his cock seemed more inclined to come to the party. If Harri played this just right, he'd be fucking her before he even realised. "I'm not her, how's that for a reason? When I met him he was someone else, not James Campbell. He didn't have an ex he was still fucking in love with. He wasn't FBI, and he wasn't a cheating bastard. I can't help being pregnant, it's a little late to change that. Alright, so not Mexico. How about because we're friends, and I'm a friend in need right now? It just so happens I'm in need of sex. And I think you are too, even if you won't admit it. We're not going to judge each other for this. It's a mutual catharsis."
"It's weird mutual catharsis," Cameron had to point out again, and there was no way his cock wasn't going to react the way she was rubbing it like that. He wasn't a cyborg. He was still flesh and blood, which was currently all pooling well between his legs and making him break out into a small sweat as he tried to hold off. "Just hearing their names makes me want to hurl and maybe my cock is just allergic to being any-fucking-where his has been? It's like going through the Drive-Thru at McDonalds and being told they've already sold out of Big Macs. Because some fucking cheating bastard got greedy and ate them all himself. Maybe I need a fuck, yeah. But I need a fresh fuck. This is just going to screw with our heads." Goddamn his cock for trying to be on strike after what Izzy did. He hadn't even wanked, and now there was no stopping it reacting.
Harri frowned as she looked at him. She was so tempted to change her mind and tell him to fuck off, but she was just so damn horny, and it was Cameron, and his cock was already getting hard to her touch, and damn if it didn't just twitch as well. "Look, Cameron. I won't pretend it's not weird, I won't pretend I'm tempted to rip your balls off for implying I'm tainted because he fucked me, and knocked me up. Ignore them. Just think about how much you need a fuck, and how fun we are when we're together. Please? I'll do anything you want after, doesn't even have to be sexual. I'll avoid you later if that's what you want. I won't ever look at you again because these eyes have looked at him. And while I've been horny for way too long, you're what's made me wet. The idea of your dick inside me."
Cameron pressed his lips together and growled softly at her. "Fuck off, did I imply you were tainted!" he said in irritation. "You're standing there with your pregnant gut in my face with his kid! Isn't that enough? It's got nothing to do with just him fucking you. I just hate the bastard and I'm allowed to be a little put out that not only did one of his exes fuck me over, but two. First I have Izzy telling me how much she needs to fuck me because she wants a fucking kismet lay to forget him, and then barely weeks later, you're here wanting to do exactly the same thing... to forget him. So, unless you want this to be angry sex where I am taking out my frustrations through a good hard fuck, then we need to stop this here and now." He had become breathless by this point, and she wasn't letting up with the hand thing. He didn't even know what he was thinking anymore. He just felt angry and horny, and that couldn't be healthy. Thank god he had kept the barriers up with Mel because she didn't need to deal with a psycho fuck. He looked up at her helplessly. "Fuck, Harri," he mumbled, not even sure what he was supposed to do anymore.
"Aren't you fucking sick of keeping it bottled in? Aiden's the only one letting out his true feelings. I'm hurting, Cameron. My fucking heart's been ripped out, and I've been left pregnant and horny, and wondering why the hell I ever tried to convince myself I should try a relationship and be in love. I feel like a complete, and utter fool, and you know what? I do want to forget him, but more than anything I just want to remember what it's like to be with someone I don't need to pretend with. You're hurting, I'm hurting, and we need to get through it." She wet her lips, and looked down, grunting when she realised her belly was blocking her view of his cock. "So you know what? Maybe angry sex is what we both need. Only you're going to have to pound me from behind, and probably on our sides because I have a goddamn beach ball out the front of me. I can take whatever you got, Cameron. Better me, than some girl you might actually like," she added, as if sensing his thoughts had gone in a particular direction.
"I don't like anyone. I'm never dating again. I'm going back to England, and back to my team, and back to fucking fangirls," Cameron said bitterly. He reached up to scratch roughly at his head, taking a handful of his hair and squeezing it. "To think I used to have some friggen values at some point." He looked up at her with a small, uncertain frown on his forehead. "You gotta be careful of my knee. I can't fuck it, fucking angrily. It'll just piss me off even more."
Harri stilled her hand, using her other to reach up and touch his face. Truth was she hated the idea of him going back to fangirls. Cameron deserved someone with substance. Just not Isabel Owens. Her thumb brushed against his lip, and she smiled. "I'll be careful, promise. Thank you for this."
Cameron just sighed, and gave his head a slight shake before he pulled her into a kiss. If they were going to do this, they may as well do it right, on some level. Whatever right was anymore.
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 3,020
Co-written with straight2point
[Follows THIS and THIS]
Harri was close to pulling her hair out. Flynn turning her down on the basis that she was pregnant was enough to piss her off. What right did he have?! It wasn't like being pregnant was a disease, even if she was wondering if Fraser-Campbell sperm was. It was even getting to the point where she was tempted to call James to give her a helping cock. He did get her into this fucking predicament after all. He owed her. The sex wouldn't mean anything, not on Harri's part. She just needed someone to get her off, and to get off now.
Perspiration had broken out across her skin, and she was combing her fingers through her long blonde hair as she gritted her teeth. Her hand wasn't going to do, and neither would a vibrator. She ran her hand over her bloated belly, and pushed up off the bed. Fuck, she hated this. She hated not being able to just fuck a guy, and get it out of her system. James was going to have hell to pay. On top of the pound of flesh he owed her for screwing her over with Isabel.
Harri was almost waddling out of her bedroom, her bare feet making llittle noise on the wooden floorboards of Aiden and Pat's home. Aiden was at the hospital with his husband, leaving Harri alone in the house. Or so she thought. She wandered into the kitchen in search of chocolate, and found Cameron nursing a cup of tea.
Ten inches of talented cock conveniently located within sucking distance. She started looking at him hungrily, her blue eyes darkening quickly. She still remmebered their fling in Mexico, every incredible orgasm. Her arousal increased, her nipples hardening and starting to ache. Harri dragged her tongue across her lips and smirked at him. "Just the man I need."
Cameron looked at her uncertainly... and warily. In fact, he reflexively hugged his cup of tea closer to him because she looked a little like she wanted to steal it off him, and he wasn't sharing. He didn't say anything at first, and then looked suspiciously at her again. "What?" he asked self-consciously, and reached up to fix his hair. She was all about the fashion, so maybe it was his appearance. She was dinstinctly looking at him like she wanted to... eat him, or something. "Aiden's not here," he added, as if it would clarify The Look.
"I know," Harri said, like the fact Aiden wasn't here made it all the better. She didn't feel like justifying her actions to him right now. Hopefully he'd understand. Harri wished like hell she didn't have the massive bulge out the front of her body. Made any flirting damn near impossible. "I need a sexual favour."
Cameron's eyes went from uncertain to wide and then he raised an eyebrow at her. "Why are you telling me that? Isn't this something you should offload onto Aiden? Or is it a gay straight cootie thing?" he asked and sipped his tea obliviously. In fact, it probably was the bump blocking his usual sensory flirting radar.
Harri rolled her eyes, and huffed out an impatient breath. She didn't have time for this. "What's in that tea? I don't need to offload onto Aiden. He's not going to fuck me into oblivion. You are. You're straight, you're ten inches of pure cock, and you're right here. I'm fucking horny, Cameron. I need to be shagged hard, and I need it now."
Cameron nearly spat is tea out, but in an effort not to, he practically inhaled it and nearly aspyhixiated himself. He started coughing roughly, patting at his chest to get his breath back and then proceeding to look at her like she was nuts. "Are you nuts?!" he cried, threading his fingers through his hair and gaping at her. "Do I look like I have a big flashing sign above my head that says James-fucking-Campbell's Sloppy Seconds?!" He didn't know whether to be flattered or annoyed, but he knew another part of him was extremely pissed off. Harri had turned her nose up at him months ago in favour of Campbell, then Isabel did the same. This wasn't exactly a huge boost to his ego.
Harri narrowed her eyes, the lust in her gaze giving way to anger briefly. "Do I look like anyone's sloppy seconds?" She bared her teeth a little, the sudden burst of anger being aided by hormones. "You really want to insult a horny pregnant woman right now? I'm not looking at you as Isabel's sloppy seconds. I'm looking at you as Cameron Preston, someone I know is good in the sack."
Cameron just looked at her blandly. "Who said you were? I just said I was, so don't get your pregnant bitch on with me. I didn't knock you up. I'm still walking wounded from Pat's bitch slap. Come back to me with the claws when I really do insult you," he said, holding her gaze. He was down-beaten enough to lay it on the line with her. He knew she would appreciate it. "Do you really think either of us should be fucking anyone right now? Look at the friggen mess it got us in."
Harri tilted her head, lost for a moment as she imagined Cameron and James together. Hot, angry, gay sex. "Mm... fuck, that just makes me hornier." She blinked herself back, and held Cameron's gaze. "Yes, yes, I do because I'm climbing the fucking walls. I don't want you for anything more than sex, and I'm sorry. I know where I stand, so as long as you know where you stand, what's the big deal? Maybe it'll be cleansing for us to have come together. Fuck them. For a little while let's just pretend they didn't chew up our hearts and spit them out before pissing on the bloody matter, and leaving us without a second thought. I'm pregnant, I'm as horny as I have ever been in my entire fucking life, and if you don't fuck me, then at least just unzip your pants and I'll help myself. You can keep drinking your tea."
Cameron went back to looking at her uncertainly again, though this time it was slightly wounded around the edges because he respected her, and liked her. They'd become friends since he had been staying in the US after his accident. He gestured with his hand in the general direction of her stomach. "That's just... he might get his mini unborn nose out of joint that I'm in his Dad's territory," he said hesitantly.
"Hopefully, when he's grown up and maybe has some woman of his own knocked up, he'll understand that hormones don't give anyone a choice." She bit her tongue when she wanted to point out that her unborn son's father had already dipped his wick in Cameron's territory. She respected Cameron too much to be a total bitch. Besides, insulting him wasn't going to get her sex. "Don't you miss sex? Even just a little? Don't think of it as messing in his territory. You'd be doing me a massive favour. There are just some things a girl shouldn't have to take care of herself. I'd rather fuck a friend, than plastic. Please, Cameron."
Cameron rested his head against his hand and watched her over the top of his fingers. "I'm pretty convinced I'm scarred from sex for life," he said with a small snort. "You know, Aiden would be in the sidelines in a little cheerleader skirt and pom poms encouraging this just to fuck James over. Pat, however, could well disown me. This is all so screwed up. You can't think this won't come with some sort of consequences."
Harri just raised an eyebrow. "I'm hoping it'll come with a dirty great wet patch, and me being satisfied. Cameron, I care about you a lot, and I love your brother. I'm not looking to intellectualise this. The only way you're not going to be scarred is by taking the bull by the horns and fucking it deep, and hard. Why should you miss out on sex because of them? I have no plans on missing out. I love sex. I always have done. He can break my heart, but he's not making me give up carnal pleasures."
Cameron was listening to her but he soon smirked, and then laughed. "Okay, here's a question. How the hell are we going to manage a good hard fuck when you're, what, seven... eight months along, and I have a fucked up knee?" he asked, sniggering now as a few random images of the potential scene jumped into his head.
Harri grinned, shifting so that her belly was pointed away from him and she could get her hand on his thigh, fingers trailing up the inside before brushing against his crotch. "You can still sit down, can't you? I'd never ask you to stand on your busted knee. And believe it, or not, I can still do quite a few things."
"You sound like Pat," Cameron joked, smirking. "And I don't have much choice but to sit down, you accidentally sit on my knee, though, and I'm stuffed. How skillful are you in third-trimester fucking with a near-cripple? Or am I just going to be on the end of a pregnant hormone explosion tantrum when you don't get as satisfied as you obviously desperately need to be?"
"I'll take that as a compliment," Harri purred, the heel of her palm now rubbing forcefully against Cameron. "I'll be as skillful as I need to be if it means getting off. I'd settle just for some oral sex. I need a cock to play with, penetration would just be a bonus. I was thinking reverse cowgirl since my arse hasn't grown."
Cameron gripped hold of the edge of the kitchen counter. "You know this is practically sexual harrassment," he felt the need to add. "Only extremely fucking weird considering how pregnant you are. Like a Demi Moore movie on crack. And I feel this is a pointed juncture that I should add that you gave up my cock in favour of his. Give me one good reason beyond the cock and orgasm argument why I should even bother wanting you again. You turfed me for a lying cheating fucking Aussie wang," he challenged.
"Are you trying to tell me I don't look sexy?" Harri asked, changing her grip so her nails scraped against his cock through his pants. "I'm better than Demi Moore. I feel the need to point out in turn that you didn't want serious. You wanted a fling, and you were going back to England. I didn't turf you considering we weren't together-together. If you'd wanted me like that, you should have said. I would have kept my arse in the Liverpool camp." Harri cupped him in her hand, pushing her fingers back to brush against his balls as she let out a low moan of want. "Mexico."
"Oh please," Cameron scoffed. "Like you were just going to forget about the FBI arse. Just like Izzy. If that wasn't his kid in there, I would be fucking you in a heartbeat," he told her. He wasn't going to give in without a fight. Fight that had been stamped out in the last few weeks and was seemingly want to come to the forefront right now. He had a lot of unresolved frustration in him that maybe a good hard fuck with someone would release, but this was Harri, and she was pregnant with his kid. Very pregnant. "Mexico was a lifetime ago. You're not the same person any more. None of us are."
Harri flicked open his trousers, still pursuing her sexual harrassment of him. Despite the fight he was putting up, his cock seemed more inclined to come to the party. If Harri played this just right, he'd be fucking her before he even realised. "I'm not her, how's that for a reason? When I met him he was someone else, not James Campbell. He didn't have an ex he was still fucking in love with. He wasn't FBI, and he wasn't a cheating bastard. I can't help being pregnant, it's a little late to change that. Alright, so not Mexico. How about because we're friends, and I'm a friend in need right now? It just so happens I'm in need of sex. And I think you are too, even if you won't admit it. We're not going to judge each other for this. It's a mutual catharsis."
"It's weird mutual catharsis," Cameron had to point out again, and there was no way his cock wasn't going to react the way she was rubbing it like that. He wasn't a cyborg. He was still flesh and blood, which was currently all pooling well between his legs and making him break out into a small sweat as he tried to hold off. "Just hearing their names makes me want to hurl and maybe my cock is just allergic to being any-fucking-where his has been? It's like going through the Drive-Thru at McDonalds and being told they've already sold out of Big Macs. Because some fucking cheating bastard got greedy and ate them all himself. Maybe I need a fuck, yeah. But I need a fresh fuck. This is just going to screw with our heads." Goddamn his cock for trying to be on strike after what Izzy did. He hadn't even wanked, and now there was no stopping it reacting.
Harri frowned as she looked at him. She was so tempted to change her mind and tell him to fuck off, but she was just so damn horny, and it was Cameron, and his cock was already getting hard to her touch, and damn if it didn't just twitch as well. "Look, Cameron. I won't pretend it's not weird, I won't pretend I'm tempted to rip your balls off for implying I'm tainted because he fucked me, and knocked me up. Ignore them. Just think about how much you need a fuck, and how fun we are when we're together. Please? I'll do anything you want after, doesn't even have to be sexual. I'll avoid you later if that's what you want. I won't ever look at you again because these eyes have looked at him. And while I've been horny for way too long, you're what's made me wet. The idea of your dick inside me."
Cameron pressed his lips together and growled softly at her. "Fuck off, did I imply you were tainted!" he said in irritation. "You're standing there with your pregnant gut in my face with his kid! Isn't that enough? It's got nothing to do with just him fucking you. I just hate the bastard and I'm allowed to be a little put out that not only did one of his exes fuck me over, but two. First I have Izzy telling me how much she needs to fuck me because she wants a fucking kismet lay to forget him, and then barely weeks later, you're here wanting to do exactly the same thing... to forget him. So, unless you want this to be angry sex where I am taking out my frustrations through a good hard fuck, then we need to stop this here and now." He had become breathless by this point, and she wasn't letting up with the hand thing. He didn't even know what he was thinking anymore. He just felt angry and horny, and that couldn't be healthy. Thank god he had kept the barriers up with Mel because she didn't need to deal with a psycho fuck. He looked up at her helplessly. "Fuck, Harri," he mumbled, not even sure what he was supposed to do anymore.
"Aren't you fucking sick of keeping it bottled in? Aiden's the only one letting out his true feelings. I'm hurting, Cameron. My fucking heart's been ripped out, and I've been left pregnant and horny, and wondering why the hell I ever tried to convince myself I should try a relationship and be in love. I feel like a complete, and utter fool, and you know what? I do want to forget him, but more than anything I just want to remember what it's like to be with someone I don't need to pretend with. You're hurting, I'm hurting, and we need to get through it." She wet her lips, and looked down, grunting when she realised her belly was blocking her view of his cock. "So you know what? Maybe angry sex is what we both need. Only you're going to have to pound me from behind, and probably on our sides because I have a goddamn beach ball out the front of me. I can take whatever you got, Cameron. Better me, than some girl you might actually like," she added, as if sensing his thoughts had gone in a particular direction.
"I don't like anyone. I'm never dating again. I'm going back to England, and back to my team, and back to fucking fangirls," Cameron said bitterly. He reached up to scratch roughly at his head, taking a handful of his hair and squeezing it. "To think I used to have some friggen values at some point." He looked up at her with a small, uncertain frown on his forehead. "You gotta be careful of my knee. I can't fuck it, fucking angrily. It'll just piss me off even more."
Harri stilled her hand, using her other to reach up and touch his face. Truth was she hated the idea of him going back to fangirls. Cameron deserved someone with substance. Just not Isabel Owens. Her thumb brushed against his lip, and she smiled. "I'll be careful, promise. Thank you for this."
Cameron just sighed, and gave his head a slight shake before he pulled her into a kiss. If they were going to do this, they may as well do it right, on some level. Whatever right was anymore.
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 3,020