Fic: Sex on the Beach (GH, Molly/Cameron, Lanaverse)
Title: Sex on the Beach
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 22 - Waterfall
Pairing/Character(s): Molly/Cameron
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, they're not mine.
Word Count: 1368
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lanaverse.
Summary: “But just think about it, Mol. Maybe we can indulge in that fantasy you told me about. The one where we have sex under a waterfall.”
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus.
Cameron unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside.
“Molly?” he called out as he hung his coat up in the closet. “You here?”
“In the living room!”
He grinned. He’d been so swamped with work, and her with school, that their schedules hadn’t been meshing. But a night in, with just the two of them, seemed like the perfect solution.
He rifled through the mail that was scattered on the kitchen counter, whistling softly to himself. Satisfied there was nothing urgent, he wandered down the hall to the living room. He stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of the disaster area it had apparently become.
Now, Cameron would be the first to admit that he wasn’t the neatest guy in the world, but things were normally fairly tidy. A desire to keep Molly coming over and a cleaning service saw to that. But right now, the living room looked like a wedding had vomited all over it.
Bridal magazines were scattered all over the floor, file folders were stacked precariously on the coffee table. Cam squinted to see the labels, but couldn’t make them out. A variety of brightly colored fabrics were heaped next to Molly on the couch, where she sat cross legged, laptop sitting on her lap, phone tucked between her ear and her shoulder.
“Yes, Kristina, I agree it’s a pretty dress, but I don’t want to decide on anything till everyone sees.” She paused, listening to her sisters response. “I promise I’ll forward the link to Lana, Audrey, and Gia. Well, Maxie.” She turned her head a little and caught sight of Cameron staring at her agape. “Kristina, Cam’s home, I gotta go, bye.” Without waiting for a response, she hung up the phone. “I know this looks bad,” she started.
Cam held up a hand to silence her. “Later. Hi you.” He stepped towards her, and bent to kiss her hello.
“Hi yourself,” Molly said as she pulled back from the kiss. She set the laptop on the coffee table and dumped the fabric swatches to the ground. She patted the empty space next to her. “Come sit with me.”
He cautiously took a seat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “What is all this?” he asked with dread, gesturing at the wedding related paraphernalia scattered across the room.
Molly sighed. “It’s not my fault,” she defended. “My mom, your mom, my sister and Lana, they all keep giving me stuff that’s supposed to be helping me plan the wedding and none of it is.” She looked up at him and shot him a dirty look. “And since someone can’t be bothered to help, it all falls on me to deal with.”
He shrugged. “I told you we should have eloped.”
She punched him lightly in the side. “That was so not an option and you know it, Cameron.”
He laughed. “But just picture it. You, me, alone one a beach somewhere. Doesn’t it sound perfect?”
She closed her eyes picturing it. “It does. But our families would have never forgiven us.”
He shrugged again. “It’s our wedding.”
“I know, but -” Molly moaned as Cameron bent his head to press kisses to her neck. “Stop that, you’re distracting me,” she admonished, making no effort to move or stop him from what he was doing.
“You like what I’m doing,” he pointed out between kisses, gently pressing her back into the couch, stretching his body out alongside hers.
“That is so not the point,” she breathed, turning her head to kiss him.
Cameron happily kissed her back, running his hands down her body. He began plucking open the buttons on her shirt with practiced ease.
Molly was just starting to loosen his tie, when her phone began vibrating noisily next to them.
“Ignore it,” Cameron pled. “I’m begging you.”
She shook her head, reaching for the phone. “I’m expecting a call from someone at school.” She flipped open the phone and frowned at the display. “It’s your mother,” she said, thrusting the phone at Cam. “You talk to her.”
He sighed and sat up right, answering the phone as he did. “Hi Mom.”
Molly sat up too, listening to the call.
“Yes, you called Molly’s phone,” Cam said rolling his eyes at Molly. He covered the phone and whispered, “I always told you that she liked you more.”
Molly laughed.
“No, you can’t talk to Molly right now.” He paused. “Because I said so, Mom.” He paused again. “Because I am trying to have sex right now. Good-bye mother.” He closed the phone with a snap, and turned back to Molly who had a horrified expression on her face.
“You did not just tell your mother that we were about to have sex,” she hissed, face bright red with embarrassment.
He shrugged and reached for Molly, trying to pull her towards him, frowning when she batted his hands away. “I’m sure she didn’t believe me.”
“That doesn’t matter!” Molly cried out. “You still told her we were about to have sex!”
“We were,” Cam pointed out, making a second grab for her.
“Well, we’re not anymore,” she said with a huff, pulling her laptop back onto her lap. “You’re going to help me with wedding plans, and maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll have sex with you again on our wedding night.”
He groaned. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting a little?”
She shot him a withering glare. “To you telling your mother that we were about to have sex? No, I don’t.” She opened a spreadsheet on the computer.
Cam peered over her shoulder. “What the hell is that thing? A schedule to take over the world?”
“Cute,” she sniffed. “I am a Cassadine, you know. Plans for world domination are in the genes.”
“No complaints here,” he drawled. “You know I like it when you’re -”
She shot him another glare and he quickly shut his mouth before he could finish the thought.
“Right, being quiet and obeying orders.” He nodded, holding up his hands in surrender. “So explain the crazy complicated spreadsheet to me.”
She sighed. “It’s not crazy complicated. There’s a general tab for overall deadlines, and then each aspect of the wedding, flowers, caterer’s, music, etcetera, have their own tabs with more detailed breakdowns.”
“Okay… so what am I helping you with?” He leaned closer to get a better look. “Hey what’s that tab that’s running off the screen?” He pulled the laptop to him, and flipped to it, turning to Molly with a grin. “Honeymoon? Why didn’t you tell me there was going to be honeymoon planning involved? Baby, you know that would have gotten me interested in a hurry.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “At this point you’ll be lucky if there is a honeymoon, Cameron Spencer.” She grabbed for the laptop, but he moved it out of reach. “Give me it back!”
“No.” He smirked at her. “Personally, I think we should go to Hawaii. I know it’s a cliché, but since you won’t consider eloping, it would be a great way to fulfill my dream of us on a deserted beach.” He looked at Molly expectantly. “What do you think?”
“That sounds nice,” she allowed. “But if you’re thinking because you helped with this one part you’re off the hook for the rest, you’re crazy.”
He laughed. “I think I know you better than that.” He set the laptop down on the coffee table again, and tugged Molly onto his lap. He lowered his voice, and started kissing her neck once more. “But just think about it, Mol. Maybe we can indulge in that fantasy you told me about. The one where we have sex under a waterfall.”
“I don’t recall any such fantasy,” she managed, as she tried to fight off a moan.
He grinned against her neck. “That’s right, it was mine.” He stood, scooping her up in his arms.
Molly squealed, throwing her arms around his neck. “If you drop me…”
“I won’t,” he promised. “Besides, I’m just doing some more practicing for our wedding night.”
Molly laughed, and he carried her down the hall to the bedroom.
It was time to practice something else entirely.
Author: empressearwig
Prompt: 22 - Waterfall
Pairing/Character(s): Molly/Cameron
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Sadly, they're not mine.
Word Count: 1368
Spoilers/Warnings: Part of the Lanaverse.
Summary: “But just think about it, Mol. Maybe we can indulge in that fantasy you told me about. The one where we have sex under a waterfall.”
Author's Notes: Written for theechochorus.
Cameron unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside.
“Molly?” he called out as he hung his coat up in the closet. “You here?”
“In the living room!”
He grinned. He’d been so swamped with work, and her with school, that their schedules hadn’t been meshing. But a night in, with just the two of them, seemed like the perfect solution.
He rifled through the mail that was scattered on the kitchen counter, whistling softly to himself. Satisfied there was nothing urgent, he wandered down the hall to the living room. He stopped dead in his tracks as he caught sight of the disaster area it had apparently become.
Now, Cameron would be the first to admit that he wasn’t the neatest guy in the world, but things were normally fairly tidy. A desire to keep Molly coming over and a cleaning service saw to that. But right now, the living room looked like a wedding had vomited all over it.
Bridal magazines were scattered all over the floor, file folders were stacked precariously on the coffee table. Cam squinted to see the labels, but couldn’t make them out. A variety of brightly colored fabrics were heaped next to Molly on the couch, where she sat cross legged, laptop sitting on her lap, phone tucked between her ear and her shoulder.
“Yes, Kristina, I agree it’s a pretty dress, but I don’t want to decide on anything till everyone sees.” She paused, listening to her sisters response. “I promise I’ll forward the link to Lana, Audrey, and Gia. Well, Maxie.” She turned her head a little and caught sight of Cameron staring at her agape. “Kristina, Cam’s home, I gotta go, bye.” Without waiting for a response, she hung up the phone. “I know this looks bad,” she started.
Cam held up a hand to silence her. “Later. Hi you.” He stepped towards her, and bent to kiss her hello.
“Hi yourself,” Molly said as she pulled back from the kiss. She set the laptop on the coffee table and dumped the fabric swatches to the ground. She patted the empty space next to her. “Come sit with me.”
He cautiously took a seat next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “What is all this?” he asked with dread, gesturing at the wedding related paraphernalia scattered across the room.
Molly sighed. “It’s not my fault,” she defended. “My mom, your mom, my sister and Lana, they all keep giving me stuff that’s supposed to be helping me plan the wedding and none of it is.” She looked up at him and shot him a dirty look. “And since someone can’t be bothered to help, it all falls on me to deal with.”
He shrugged. “I told you we should have eloped.”
She punched him lightly in the side. “That was so not an option and you know it, Cameron.”
He laughed. “But just picture it. You, me, alone one a beach somewhere. Doesn’t it sound perfect?”
She closed her eyes picturing it. “It does. But our families would have never forgiven us.”
He shrugged again. “It’s our wedding.”
“I know, but -” Molly moaned as Cameron bent his head to press kisses to her neck. “Stop that, you’re distracting me,” she admonished, making no effort to move or stop him from what he was doing.
“You like what I’m doing,” he pointed out between kisses, gently pressing her back into the couch, stretching his body out alongside hers.
“That is so not the point,” she breathed, turning her head to kiss him.
Cameron happily kissed her back, running his hands down her body. He began plucking open the buttons on her shirt with practiced ease.
Molly was just starting to loosen his tie, when her phone began vibrating noisily next to them.
“Ignore it,” Cameron pled. “I’m begging you.”
She shook her head, reaching for the phone. “I’m expecting a call from someone at school.” She flipped open the phone and frowned at the display. “It’s your mother,” she said, thrusting the phone at Cam. “You talk to her.”
He sighed and sat up right, answering the phone as he did. “Hi Mom.”
Molly sat up too, listening to the call.
“Yes, you called Molly’s phone,” Cam said rolling his eyes at Molly. He covered the phone and whispered, “I always told you that she liked you more.”
Molly laughed.
“No, you can’t talk to Molly right now.” He paused. “Because I said so, Mom.” He paused again. “Because I am trying to have sex right now. Good-bye mother.” He closed the phone with a snap, and turned back to Molly who had a horrified expression on her face.
“You did not just tell your mother that we were about to have sex,” she hissed, face bright red with embarrassment.
He shrugged and reached for Molly, trying to pull her towards him, frowning when she batted his hands away. “I’m sure she didn’t believe me.”
“That doesn’t matter!” Molly cried out. “You still told her we were about to have sex!”
“We were,” Cam pointed out, making a second grab for her.
“Well, we’re not anymore,” she said with a huff, pulling her laptop back onto her lap. “You’re going to help me with wedding plans, and maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll have sex with you again on our wedding night.”
He groaned. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting a little?”
She shot him a withering glare. “To you telling your mother that we were about to have sex? No, I don’t.” She opened a spreadsheet on the computer.
Cam peered over her shoulder. “What the hell is that thing? A schedule to take over the world?”
“Cute,” she sniffed. “I am a Cassadine, you know. Plans for world domination are in the genes.”
“No complaints here,” he drawled. “You know I like it when you’re -”
She shot him another glare and he quickly shut his mouth before he could finish the thought.
“Right, being quiet and obeying orders.” He nodded, holding up his hands in surrender. “So explain the crazy complicated spreadsheet to me.”
She sighed. “It’s not crazy complicated. There’s a general tab for overall deadlines, and then each aspect of the wedding, flowers, caterer’s, music, etcetera, have their own tabs with more detailed breakdowns.”
“Okay… so what am I helping you with?” He leaned closer to get a better look. “Hey what’s that tab that’s running off the screen?” He pulled the laptop to him, and flipped to it, turning to Molly with a grin. “Honeymoon? Why didn’t you tell me there was going to be honeymoon planning involved? Baby, you know that would have gotten me interested in a hurry.”
Molly rolled her eyes. “At this point you’ll be lucky if there is a honeymoon, Cameron Spencer.” She grabbed for the laptop, but he moved it out of reach. “Give me it back!”
“No.” He smirked at her. “Personally, I think we should go to Hawaii. I know it’s a cliché, but since you won’t consider eloping, it would be a great way to fulfill my dream of us on a deserted beach.” He looked at Molly expectantly. “What do you think?”
“That sounds nice,” she allowed. “But if you’re thinking because you helped with this one part you’re off the hook for the rest, you’re crazy.”
He laughed. “I think I know you better than that.” He set the laptop down on the coffee table again, and tugged Molly onto his lap. He lowered his voice, and started kissing her neck once more. “But just think about it, Mol. Maybe we can indulge in that fantasy you told me about. The one where we have sex under a waterfall.”
“I don’t recall any such fantasy,” she managed, as she tried to fight off a moan.
He grinned against her neck. “That’s right, it was mine.” He stood, scooping her up in his arms.
Molly squealed, throwing her arms around his neck. “If you drop me…”
“I won’t,” he promised. “Besides, I’m just doing some more practicing for our wedding night.”
Molly laughed, and he carried her down the hall to the bedroom.
It was time to practice something else entirely.