Ficlet: Let Me Count The Ways (GH, Molly/Cameron)
Title: Let Me Count the Ways
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 20 - Love
Pairing/Character(s): Molly/Cameron
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly.
Word Count: 661
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lana!AU.
Summary: "Why do you love me?"
Author's Notes: Written for theecohchorus.
The room was dark, the only light the flickering of the television screen as a movie played.
The occupants of the room were only half paying attention to it, more focused on each other and the relatively rare chance to be alone together.
Cameron was stretched out on his back on the couch and Molly was laying half on his chest and half on the couch. For the moment they were actually watching the movie, and Cameron stroked Molly’s hair idly.
As they watched the girl declare her love for the boy in a decades old chick flick, Molly tilted her face up to look at Cameron. “Cam?”
“Yeah baby?” was his distracted reply.
“Why do you love me?”
Cameron froze. He looked down at Molly in confusion. “What do you mean why do I love you?”
He felt her shrug.
“It was just a question.”
“One I have absolutely no chance of answering correctly,” he muttered under his breath.
She poked him lightly in the ribs. “I am not one of those girls, Cameron Spencer, and you know it.”
“Hey!” he exclaimed, rubbing the spot she’d poked. “I thought we’d decided I wasn’t going to be abused anymore.”
“You might have decided that,” she sniffed. “I don’t recall making any such promise.” She sat up and looked down at him. “And you still haven’t answered my question.”
He raised an eyebrow, tucking his hands behind his head. “Do I look stupid to you?” At her smirk, he shook his head. “Don’t answer that.”
Molly adopted a pout, her lower lip sliding out. “Is it really that hard a question to answer?”
Cameron sighed and sat up himself. “Sort of, yeah.”
“Try?” she asked. “I really want to know.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, tugging her onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her waist. He took a deep breath. “Reasons why I love you? Well, there’s that you’re sweet, kind, my best friend -”
“You’re making me sound like a dog,” Molly interjected with a pout.
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, that’s it exactly. Now are you going to let me finish this?”
“I’ll behave,” she promised.
“Alright, well there’s also because you have this stubborn streak that no one sees coming, because you’re usually so accommodating. Because you have this piece of hair that never curls right,” he tugged gently on it to illustrate, grinning as she frowned and batted his hand away, “and it makes me always want to touch your hair. There’s the way that you can never quite manage to keep what you’re feeling off your face, the way you cry at the happy endings in movies, even though you’ll never admit it.”
His voice dropped lower, and he began to press kisses to her neck, making her shudder in response.
“I love that your skin is so sensitive and that I’m the only one that knows about it,” he murmured between kisses. “I love that you want me as much as I want you and that -”
He was cut off by Molly pressing her lips urgently to his. When her tongue pressed against the seam of his lips, he opened them willingly, letting her control the kiss. Biting back a moan, he slid his hands down her body, urging her to straddle his lap.
She came willingly, winding her fingers into his hair, still kissing him deeply.
Finally, the need for oxygen became too great and she pulled back panting lightly. She stared at him in wonder, fingers tracing over his face.
Out of breath himself, Cameron teased between gasps. “So I guess there was a right answer to the question, hm?”
She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Cameron?” she asked, beginning to slowly grind her body against his.
“Yeah?” he gulped, hands clutching at her hips.
She smiled sweetly. “Shut up and kiss me.”
He grinned. “Yes ma’am,” he drawled, leaning forward to capture her mouth once more.
He loved her bossy streak too.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 20 - Love
Pairing/Character(s): Molly/Cameron
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly.
Word Count: 661
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lana!AU.
Summary: "Why do you love me?"
Author's Notes: Written for theecohchorus.
The room was dark, the only light the flickering of the television screen as a movie played.
The occupants of the room were only half paying attention to it, more focused on each other and the relatively rare chance to be alone together.
Cameron was stretched out on his back on the couch and Molly was laying half on his chest and half on the couch. For the moment they were actually watching the movie, and Cameron stroked Molly’s hair idly.
As they watched the girl declare her love for the boy in a decades old chick flick, Molly tilted her face up to look at Cameron. “Cam?”
“Yeah baby?” was his distracted reply.
“Why do you love me?”
Cameron froze. He looked down at Molly in confusion. “What do you mean why do I love you?”
He felt her shrug.
“It was just a question.”
“One I have absolutely no chance of answering correctly,” he muttered under his breath.
She poked him lightly in the ribs. “I am not one of those girls, Cameron Spencer, and you know it.”
“Hey!” he exclaimed, rubbing the spot she’d poked. “I thought we’d decided I wasn’t going to be abused anymore.”
“You might have decided that,” she sniffed. “I don’t recall making any such promise.” She sat up and looked down at him. “And you still haven’t answered my question.”
He raised an eyebrow, tucking his hands behind his head. “Do I look stupid to you?” At her smirk, he shook his head. “Don’t answer that.”
Molly adopted a pout, her lower lip sliding out. “Is it really that hard a question to answer?”
Cameron sighed and sat up himself. “Sort of, yeah.”
“Try?” she asked. “I really want to know.”
“Fine,” he grumbled, tugging her onto his lap and wrapping his arms around her waist. He took a deep breath. “Reasons why I love you? Well, there’s that you’re sweet, kind, my best friend -”
“You’re making me sound like a dog,” Molly interjected with a pout.
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, that’s it exactly. Now are you going to let me finish this?”
“I’ll behave,” she promised.
“Alright, well there’s also because you have this stubborn streak that no one sees coming, because you’re usually so accommodating. Because you have this piece of hair that never curls right,” he tugged gently on it to illustrate, grinning as she frowned and batted his hand away, “and it makes me always want to touch your hair. There’s the way that you can never quite manage to keep what you’re feeling off your face, the way you cry at the happy endings in movies, even though you’ll never admit it.”
His voice dropped lower, and he began to press kisses to her neck, making her shudder in response.
“I love that your skin is so sensitive and that I’m the only one that knows about it,” he murmured between kisses. “I love that you want me as much as I want you and that -”
He was cut off by Molly pressing her lips urgently to his. When her tongue pressed against the seam of his lips, he opened them willingly, letting her control the kiss. Biting back a moan, he slid his hands down her body, urging her to straddle his lap.
She came willingly, winding her fingers into his hair, still kissing him deeply.
Finally, the need for oxygen became too great and she pulled back panting lightly. She stared at him in wonder, fingers tracing over his face.
Out of breath himself, Cameron teased between gasps. “So I guess there was a right answer to the question, hm?”
She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Cameron?” she asked, beginning to slowly grind her body against his.
“Yeah?” he gulped, hands clutching at her hips.
She smiled sweetly. “Shut up and kiss me.”
He grinned. “Yes ma’am,” he drawled, leaning forward to capture her mouth once more.
He loved her bossy streak too.