For just_muse_me | 18.1.4. Emily Kimbrough Quote
18.1.4. “Remember, we all stumble, every one of us. That's why it's a comfort to go hand in hand.” - Emily Kimbrough
Co-written with cameronpreston
Cameron couldn't even begin to say how much he hated driving on the opposite side of the road. Bloody America and its goddamn back-to-front fucking everything. He hated driving in New York. Hated it. It was too big and too noisy, and it had absolutely nothing to do with misdirected anger. Nothing at all. He just wanted booze. He didn't care where he got it. Okay, he cared a little. Sports bars were off the menu. Too much risk patrons would recognise him and want to talk about this goal or that team mate. Cameron wasn't in the mood. Why weren't there bars in the world that you could just go to, get pissed, without talking or making eye contact with anyone? He couldn't be the only person in the world who just needed to get drunk.
He refused to let his mind turn back to Pat. If he did that, he'd end up in an unattractive mess of snot and tears. Alone. That wouldn't do. He was too angry to cry. He was too... too... well, he didn't know what he was. He had stopped thinking the minute he sped away from Luke's bar. He couldn't look back, either. That would've been the death of him if he had. He didn't know how he was supposed to be coping with this, but drunk seemed like the best option.
But once he found a nice little bar with very few patrons on the outskirts of the Upper East Side, he started to claw back some of his rationality. He sat at the bar, staring into the double scotch on the rocks. It was untouched. He remembered as soon as it was placed in front of him that he had promised his coach he wouldn't drink because of the upcoming game. It was an important one. He couldn't even get drunk to numb the hurt, pain, and betrayal he felt from Pat's news. Couldn't drown that empty, lonely ache he got in his gut whenever he and Pat were estranged. The last time they had fought like that was when Pat told him he was leaving for America. For some reason, this hurt one hundred times more.
Izzy had managed to book a hotel just before leaving, not wanting to stay with Fiona, or her parents. She also wasn't so organised to have an apartment yet, mostly because she wasn't entirely sure that Ali would want her back. She would go see her friend in the morning after sleep. The trouble with flying for Iz was that she could never sleep afterwards. Her body was still on London time, and considering this was New York City, it wasn't like it was quiet and peaceful. She'd sat in her hotel room for all of twenty minutes before she just needed to get out.
Always the runner, even when she was in the place she was supposed to be. She had never been good at staying still. Although it was a wonder her attention was short after being with Campbell for so long. Her lips formed a thin line as she thought of her former partner and she leaned against the bar as she waited to get served. Her dark hair was down around her shoulders, and she tucked some behind her ear as she sighed.
Yeah, being in New York didn't suck at all. She turned her head a little to look down the bar at the other patrons, the man directly on her right catching her attention. At first she just thought he was hot, but then she felt like she'd seen him before. She just wasn't sure from where. She couldn't help but give him a small smile. "You look like I feel."
Cameron glanced up, not at all expecting the voice to be addressing him. In fact, he glanced up to make sure he wasn't in the way of whoever the comment was directed at but found a woman standing there smiling slightly at him. Wow. She was hot. And... familiar? He could've sworn he'd seen her somewhere, but it was probably just his fucked up mind playing tricks on him. He blinked and then returned the small smile with one of his own. "And there I was thinking I was the only bloke in the good ol' Big Apple wanting to hit something," he said with a small laugh. He glanced between her and the barman. "Can I get you a drink?" he offered.
"Only if I can get the next round," Izzy replied. "I'll take a beer, thanks. Well, you might be the only bloke. After all, I'm lacking the testicles and penis to be compared to you completely as a fellow bloke. I think I'm just having a moment of wondering whether coming back was really such a good idea. Like buyer's remorse, but on a much grander scale."
Cameron's forehead creased as he tried to wrap his head around what she had just said. He was actually still stuck on the testicle comment, and the fact he was extremely glad to hear she didn't have them. Not that there is anything wrong with that. He took his wallet out and threw a fifty dollar note onto the counter, placing an order for a beer with the barman and telling him to distractedly keep the change. His blue eyes never really once left the woman's face. "You're in the city to buy property?" he asked, resting his elbow on the bar. "My shit's kinda more in the realm of... personal... ish..." He trailed off and laughed again. "I'm sorry. I'm coming off sounding like a right wanker. I just get this feeling I know you, for some reason. Apologies."
"No, not property. Well, okay... eventually. If I stay. I'm here to see if my best friend wants me back around. I was getting lonely over in London, but the truth is... this city is just... it feels pretty fucking suffocating right now. I'm sounding a bit like a wanker myself, so don't worry. You're really fine." Iz smiled a little more, thinking he was really fine in more ways than one. She hadn't looked away from him once either. "You know, I was just thinking the same about you. I could swear blind I know you from somewhere, but maybe it's a kismet thing. We're just fated to meet."
Cameron just smirked and shook his head. "I've never really been one to believe in all that fate stuff. At least, not until my brother met-" He stopped, frowning as he put his hand up to rub at the back of his neck. "Yeah, probably works for some, just not me. Not that there is anything wrong with thinking it's out there. It helps to stop a bloke going nuts trying to think where he saw a face." He studied her closely again for a moment. "When did you get to the city? You have a New York accent, so I'm assuming you have a story behind that. Most people do."
Isabel tilted her head as she analysed him for a moment. Her story wasn't something she shared readily, but she found herself already wanting to have some kind of connection with him. It could just be the loneliness that sat like a cold stone in her stomach. "Yeah, I was born and raised here. Lived here up until my partner--FBI partner--died... He was also my best friend, and, well... husband. Although we never quite had the romantic side together. Even the wedding was a fucking awful drunken mistake in Vegas. I couldn't stay here when he was gone though, I just couldn't. Campbell was the world to me... I'm not exactly inexperienced in running away. I have a tendency to do it when things become too much. Probably why I'm still sadly single."
Cameron felt a slight shiver down his spine at the name. "My mate's surname is Campbell... I doubt there is any relation, though. Just a coincidence," he said and turned his glass a little, the ice cube chinking against the side. He still made no move to drink it. He promised his coach and Cameron kept his promises... unlike his damn twin brother. He pursed his lips just at the mere thought of Pat and scratched his neck, watching her again. "That's an awful lot you've had to fucking swallow. To lose someone close to you... it's just... I don't blame you for running away. I'd probably be a hyprocrite if I said otherwise anyway. I might be sat firmly on my arse right now but this is technically me running away too. Seems that kismet thing is working between us again."
Iz settled on the stool next to Cameron and held out her hand. "Isabel Owens. I answer to Izzy, or Iz as well. It's nice to meet you, Kismet Buddy. Sorry to have just laid that all on you... and sorry you've had to run from something, too. And just to finish answering your other question, I've been back in New York for a few hours. Freshly back from London, but apparently still sounding as American as ever."
Cameron took her hand and shook. "Cameron Preston, and I apologise again for being a rude bastard. My brain is all over the place. I just... it's been a really crap night." He raised his eyebrows, forgetting to release her hand at her next statement. "A few hours? From London? Were you on the United Airlines flight that landed at JFK around five ten? I think that's where I know you from. The departure lounge at Heathrow."
Izzy wasn't even thinking about her hand, but she was thinking about how nice and warm Cameron's was. And how long it had been since a guy had held her hand. Isabel had been sorely lacking a lovelife in London. She grinned as she nodded. "Yeah, I was... and hey, I think I remember you from that as well. I was hoping you'd stand up so I could look at your ass and see if it was nice," she admitted with a laugh. It felt nice to finally laugh.
Cameron laughed too. He couldn't help not to, even if his heart was still aching like it wouldn't stop. "Still wanna look?" he asked with a cheeky smirk, standing and turning around as he patted his arse. "What's the verdict?" So, he was a terrible flirt. Always had been. Plus he was used to having chicks perve on him. There was nothing shy about him and never had been. Plus, she was hot, so it was even nicer to hear a hot chick wanted to see his arse. He was male, after all.
Iz rest her head in her hand as she made a show of taking a long hard look. There was nothing shy about her either, or at least there never used to be. Cameron seemed to have this way of bringing out the real Isabel. "It's very, very lovely and I wouldn't mind giving it a pat myself, but I'll refrain." She smiled up at him and arched an eyebrow. "Want to see mine?"
"Of course I do. It's my brother who's screaming gay, not me," Cameron laughed, actually only thinking she was joking as he sat back down. He owed her a lot, really. He didn't think anything could get him out of the shock of Pat's news, but this was more than a welcome distraction.
Izzy stood up without a second thought and turned around to wiggle her ass in his direction. She glanced over her shoulder and gave her ass a slap as she laughed. She owed him, too. And hey, a hot guy was perving on her ass so there was nothing wrong with that. "Verdict? So, gay brother, huh?"
Cameron whistled in appreciation and held his glass up to her in a toast. "Very spectacular, Ms Owens," he told her, smirking. He didn't drink again, though. Choosing to set the glass back down untouched. "You better be careful. I might just be tempted to proposition you." He winced slightly as she hit the sore subject, but he nodded. "Yeah, very gay. As gay as they come. We're twins... somehow. Identical, only not so much these days. He probably should've been born a chick..." He hesitated and then picked up his drink and downed it in one swallow.
Isabel smirked as she turned back around and took her seat again. "Well, if you do... I don't think you'd have to worry about be turning you down. I would be very tempted to say yes." She saw the change, and noticed that again he didn't touch his drink. Isabel's own beer was untouched, but for different reasons. She'd been doing a lot of talking. "I'm sorry if I said something, I was just being curious. Although I guess nosy was the right word." She reached out a rest her hand on his arm. "Twins... wow. Here's hoping I don't ever mistake your asses."
Cameron licked the excess scotch from his lips and groaned a little when he looked at the empty glass. He waved off the barman, who was already there with the bottle to refill. If the glass got filled, it would be far too bloody tempting. "That's impossible on account of the dirty great wedding ring on his finger," he said bitterely and pushed the glass away. "Or rather, we don't look much the same these days, I should say. Pat's... gay. He likes to wear pink, and he's skinnier than me. Better dressed. Probably hotter, in a gay sort of way."
He went digging around in his pocket for his wallet and flipped through a few photos, tugging out the one of him and Pat taken at Christmas time. He waved his hand a little. "He's not in a wheelchair right now, though, but you get the idea." He rested his head on his hand. "How do you feel about one night stands?"
Iz took the photo and smiled at the image of his twin. She was pretty sure she wouldn't ever mistake their asses. "It's good to hear he's not in the wheelchair now. He is hotter in a gay sort of way, but I am very definitely not gay. Again with the whole pointing out that I am in no way a bloke." Izzy handed back the photo, her green eyes studying his face. "I have been known to enjoy them. And you?"
Cameron shoved the photo back into his pocket. "He's a nurse, well, these days he's an Anaesthetist. And he's... he's, like, my second half." He cleared his throat and sat back. "I'll be honest with you. I'm sitting here in this obscure little bar tonight when I should be at one of my closest mate's bachelor party. That mate is one of Pat's best friends. I'm not at the party because I had one of the biggest fights with my brother in literally years. The last thing I want to do is take advantage of you and use a one night stand with you as a way to try and push Pat out of my mind. As tempting as sleeping with you is right now," he added quietly.
Isabel leaned in close to him, and had her hand on his arm again as she stroked thumb against his sleeve. "I'm sorry, Cameron. That's got to be very hard...I know how I felt when I used to fight with Campbell, so it must be so much worse for you. Truth is, I don't think you'd be taking advantage of me in the least. I am so tempted to sleep with you tonight as well, and I get the feeling that it would be so I can push why I'm here out of my head. I'd like to think you're kind of enough for me to just focus on you, because you know what? You're seriously fucking hot. And I haven't had sex for... months. Months and months. My last drought was a killer. I just don't want you regretting anything on top of the fight. So I get it..."
Cameron looked down at her hand and exhaled slowly. "Yeah, I kind of... um..." He scratched the back of his head with a slight laugh. "I'm basically a male slut. I sleep with a lot of girls and don't remember their names. I'm not suggesting I'm not going to remember yours, but I just thought you should know before you do anything you might regret. See, I'm... well, I play football in the English Premier League. Liverpool. It's just kind of my lifestyle. You could probably do so much better." What was that? He was usually already finding his way into a chick's pants after a come-on like that. Why was he trying to give her a polite out? She just seemed... different to all the others.
Iz tilted her head as she looked at him again. "Manchester United? I think I've seen you on the TV. It's hard to miss all the football related stuff in that country. Explains the extremely nice ass, too. Look, I figure if it's kismet that we met, then maybe it's kismet that we're meant to spend the night together. And I am so wanting to shave my own hair off after a comment like that. I sound like a fucking blonde bimbo. And I'm not." Izzy scooted forward on her stool and leaned in to brush a kiss to Cameron's cheek. "I've always had a thing for male sluts... Just so you know."
"Liverpool," Cameron corrected in a murmur and didn't hesitate to lean in and pull her into a deep kiss. It was probably inevitable they were both going to use each other as a distraction, anyway, but at least they were honest about it. If he couldn't get drunk, getting laid wasn't a bad second option. Especially not by someone as hot as Izzy, who was clearly Was in need of it as he was. He just needed something tonight.
"Never was good at sport," she responded as the kiss broke off enough for her to catch her breath before her mouth was on his again. She really did need the distraction, and Cameron tasted better than any beer ever could. He was also warmer, and much more fun. "Your hotel, or mine?"
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Co-written with cameronpreston
Cameron couldn't even begin to say how much he hated driving on the opposite side of the road. Bloody America and its goddamn back-to-front fucking everything. He hated driving in New York. Hated it. It was too big and too noisy, and it had absolutely nothing to do with misdirected anger. Nothing at all. He just wanted booze. He didn't care where he got it. Okay, he cared a little. Sports bars were off the menu. Too much risk patrons would recognise him and want to talk about this goal or that team mate. Cameron wasn't in the mood. Why weren't there bars in the world that you could just go to, get pissed, without talking or making eye contact with anyone? He couldn't be the only person in the world who just needed to get drunk.
He refused to let his mind turn back to Pat. If he did that, he'd end up in an unattractive mess of snot and tears. Alone. That wouldn't do. He was too angry to cry. He was too... too... well, he didn't know what he was. He had stopped thinking the minute he sped away from Luke's bar. He couldn't look back, either. That would've been the death of him if he had. He didn't know how he was supposed to be coping with this, but drunk seemed like the best option.
But once he found a nice little bar with very few patrons on the outskirts of the Upper East Side, he started to claw back some of his rationality. He sat at the bar, staring into the double scotch on the rocks. It was untouched. He remembered as soon as it was placed in front of him that he had promised his coach he wouldn't drink because of the upcoming game. It was an important one. He couldn't even get drunk to numb the hurt, pain, and betrayal he felt from Pat's news. Couldn't drown that empty, lonely ache he got in his gut whenever he and Pat were estranged. The last time they had fought like that was when Pat told him he was leaving for America. For some reason, this hurt one hundred times more.
Izzy had managed to book a hotel just before leaving, not wanting to stay with Fiona, or her parents. She also wasn't so organised to have an apartment yet, mostly because she wasn't entirely sure that Ali would want her back. She would go see her friend in the morning after sleep. The trouble with flying for Iz was that she could never sleep afterwards. Her body was still on London time, and considering this was New York City, it wasn't like it was quiet and peaceful. She'd sat in her hotel room for all of twenty minutes before she just needed to get out.
Always the runner, even when she was in the place she was supposed to be. She had never been good at staying still. Although it was a wonder her attention was short after being with Campbell for so long. Her lips formed a thin line as she thought of her former partner and she leaned against the bar as she waited to get served. Her dark hair was down around her shoulders, and she tucked some behind her ear as she sighed.
Yeah, being in New York didn't suck at all. She turned her head a little to look down the bar at the other patrons, the man directly on her right catching her attention. At first she just thought he was hot, but then she felt like she'd seen him before. She just wasn't sure from where. She couldn't help but give him a small smile. "You look like I feel."
Cameron glanced up, not at all expecting the voice to be addressing him. In fact, he glanced up to make sure he wasn't in the way of whoever the comment was directed at but found a woman standing there smiling slightly at him. Wow. She was hot. And... familiar? He could've sworn he'd seen her somewhere, but it was probably just his fucked up mind playing tricks on him. He blinked and then returned the small smile with one of his own. "And there I was thinking I was the only bloke in the good ol' Big Apple wanting to hit something," he said with a small laugh. He glanced between her and the barman. "Can I get you a drink?" he offered.
"Only if I can get the next round," Izzy replied. "I'll take a beer, thanks. Well, you might be the only bloke. After all, I'm lacking the testicles and penis to be compared to you completely as a fellow bloke. I think I'm just having a moment of wondering whether coming back was really such a good idea. Like buyer's remorse, but on a much grander scale."
Cameron's forehead creased as he tried to wrap his head around what she had just said. He was actually still stuck on the testicle comment, and the fact he was extremely glad to hear she didn't have them. Not that there is anything wrong with that. He took his wallet out and threw a fifty dollar note onto the counter, placing an order for a beer with the barman and telling him to distractedly keep the change. His blue eyes never really once left the woman's face. "You're in the city to buy property?" he asked, resting his elbow on the bar. "My shit's kinda more in the realm of... personal... ish..." He trailed off and laughed again. "I'm sorry. I'm coming off sounding like a right wanker. I just get this feeling I know you, for some reason. Apologies."
"No, not property. Well, okay... eventually. If I stay. I'm here to see if my best friend wants me back around. I was getting lonely over in London, but the truth is... this city is just... it feels pretty fucking suffocating right now. I'm sounding a bit like a wanker myself, so don't worry. You're really fine." Iz smiled a little more, thinking he was really fine in more ways than one. She hadn't looked away from him once either. "You know, I was just thinking the same about you. I could swear blind I know you from somewhere, but maybe it's a kismet thing. We're just fated to meet."
Cameron just smirked and shook his head. "I've never really been one to believe in all that fate stuff. At least, not until my brother met-" He stopped, frowning as he put his hand up to rub at the back of his neck. "Yeah, probably works for some, just not me. Not that there is anything wrong with thinking it's out there. It helps to stop a bloke going nuts trying to think where he saw a face." He studied her closely again for a moment. "When did you get to the city? You have a New York accent, so I'm assuming you have a story behind that. Most people do."
Isabel tilted her head as she analysed him for a moment. Her story wasn't something she shared readily, but she found herself already wanting to have some kind of connection with him. It could just be the loneliness that sat like a cold stone in her stomach. "Yeah, I was born and raised here. Lived here up until my partner--FBI partner--died... He was also my best friend, and, well... husband. Although we never quite had the romantic side together. Even the wedding was a fucking awful drunken mistake in Vegas. I couldn't stay here when he was gone though, I just couldn't. Campbell was the world to me... I'm not exactly inexperienced in running away. I have a tendency to do it when things become too much. Probably why I'm still sadly single."
Cameron felt a slight shiver down his spine at the name. "My mate's surname is Campbell... I doubt there is any relation, though. Just a coincidence," he said and turned his glass a little, the ice cube chinking against the side. He still made no move to drink it. He promised his coach and Cameron kept his promises... unlike his damn twin brother. He pursed his lips just at the mere thought of Pat and scratched his neck, watching her again. "That's an awful lot you've had to fucking swallow. To lose someone close to you... it's just... I don't blame you for running away. I'd probably be a hyprocrite if I said otherwise anyway. I might be sat firmly on my arse right now but this is technically me running away too. Seems that kismet thing is working between us again."
Iz settled on the stool next to Cameron and held out her hand. "Isabel Owens. I answer to Izzy, or Iz as well. It's nice to meet you, Kismet Buddy. Sorry to have just laid that all on you... and sorry you've had to run from something, too. And just to finish answering your other question, I've been back in New York for a few hours. Freshly back from London, but apparently still sounding as American as ever."
Cameron took her hand and shook. "Cameron Preston, and I apologise again for being a rude bastard. My brain is all over the place. I just... it's been a really crap night." He raised his eyebrows, forgetting to release her hand at her next statement. "A few hours? From London? Were you on the United Airlines flight that landed at JFK around five ten? I think that's where I know you from. The departure lounge at Heathrow."
Izzy wasn't even thinking about her hand, but she was thinking about how nice and warm Cameron's was. And how long it had been since a guy had held her hand. Isabel had been sorely lacking a lovelife in London. She grinned as she nodded. "Yeah, I was... and hey, I think I remember you from that as well. I was hoping you'd stand up so I could look at your ass and see if it was nice," she admitted with a laugh. It felt nice to finally laugh.
Cameron laughed too. He couldn't help not to, even if his heart was still aching like it wouldn't stop. "Still wanna look?" he asked with a cheeky smirk, standing and turning around as he patted his arse. "What's the verdict?" So, he was a terrible flirt. Always had been. Plus he was used to having chicks perve on him. There was nothing shy about him and never had been. Plus, she was hot, so it was even nicer to hear a hot chick wanted to see his arse. He was male, after all.
Iz rest her head in her hand as she made a show of taking a long hard look. There was nothing shy about her either, or at least there never used to be. Cameron seemed to have this way of bringing out the real Isabel. "It's very, very lovely and I wouldn't mind giving it a pat myself, but I'll refrain." She smiled up at him and arched an eyebrow. "Want to see mine?"
"Of course I do. It's my brother who's screaming gay, not me," Cameron laughed, actually only thinking she was joking as he sat back down. He owed her a lot, really. He didn't think anything could get him out of the shock of Pat's news, but this was more than a welcome distraction.
Izzy stood up without a second thought and turned around to wiggle her ass in his direction. She glanced over her shoulder and gave her ass a slap as she laughed. She owed him, too. And hey, a hot guy was perving on her ass so there was nothing wrong with that. "Verdict? So, gay brother, huh?"
Cameron whistled in appreciation and held his glass up to her in a toast. "Very spectacular, Ms Owens," he told her, smirking. He didn't drink again, though. Choosing to set the glass back down untouched. "You better be careful. I might just be tempted to proposition you." He winced slightly as she hit the sore subject, but he nodded. "Yeah, very gay. As gay as they come. We're twins... somehow. Identical, only not so much these days. He probably should've been born a chick..." He hesitated and then picked up his drink and downed it in one swallow.
Isabel smirked as she turned back around and took her seat again. "Well, if you do... I don't think you'd have to worry about be turning you down. I would be very tempted to say yes." She saw the change, and noticed that again he didn't touch his drink. Isabel's own beer was untouched, but for different reasons. She'd been doing a lot of talking. "I'm sorry if I said something, I was just being curious. Although I guess nosy was the right word." She reached out a rest her hand on his arm. "Twins... wow. Here's hoping I don't ever mistake your asses."
Cameron licked the excess scotch from his lips and groaned a little when he looked at the empty glass. He waved off the barman, who was already there with the bottle to refill. If the glass got filled, it would be far too bloody tempting. "That's impossible on account of the dirty great wedding ring on his finger," he said bitterely and pushed the glass away. "Or rather, we don't look much the same these days, I should say. Pat's... gay. He likes to wear pink, and he's skinnier than me. Better dressed. Probably hotter, in a gay sort of way."
He went digging around in his pocket for his wallet and flipped through a few photos, tugging out the one of him and Pat taken at Christmas time. He waved his hand a little. "He's not in a wheelchair right now, though, but you get the idea." He rested his head on his hand. "How do you feel about one night stands?"
Iz took the photo and smiled at the image of his twin. She was pretty sure she wouldn't ever mistake their asses. "It's good to hear he's not in the wheelchair now. He is hotter in a gay sort of way, but I am very definitely not gay. Again with the whole pointing out that I am in no way a bloke." Izzy handed back the photo, her green eyes studying his face. "I have been known to enjoy them. And you?"
Cameron shoved the photo back into his pocket. "He's a nurse, well, these days he's an Anaesthetist. And he's... he's, like, my second half." He cleared his throat and sat back. "I'll be honest with you. I'm sitting here in this obscure little bar tonight when I should be at one of my closest mate's bachelor party. That mate is one of Pat's best friends. I'm not at the party because I had one of the biggest fights with my brother in literally years. The last thing I want to do is take advantage of you and use a one night stand with you as a way to try and push Pat out of my mind. As tempting as sleeping with you is right now," he added quietly.
Isabel leaned in close to him, and had her hand on his arm again as she stroked thumb against his sleeve. "I'm sorry, Cameron. That's got to be very hard...I know how I felt when I used to fight with Campbell, so it must be so much worse for you. Truth is, I don't think you'd be taking advantage of me in the least. I am so tempted to sleep with you tonight as well, and I get the feeling that it would be so I can push why I'm here out of my head. I'd like to think you're kind of enough for me to just focus on you, because you know what? You're seriously fucking hot. And I haven't had sex for... months. Months and months. My last drought was a killer. I just don't want you regretting anything on top of the fight. So I get it..."
Cameron looked down at her hand and exhaled slowly. "Yeah, I kind of... um..." He scratched the back of his head with a slight laugh. "I'm basically a male slut. I sleep with a lot of girls and don't remember their names. I'm not suggesting I'm not going to remember yours, but I just thought you should know before you do anything you might regret. See, I'm... well, I play football in the English Premier League. Liverpool. It's just kind of my lifestyle. You could probably do so much better." What was that? He was usually already finding his way into a chick's pants after a come-on like that. Why was he trying to give her a polite out? She just seemed... different to all the others.
Iz tilted her head as she looked at him again. "Manchester United? I think I've seen you on the TV. It's hard to miss all the football related stuff in that country. Explains the extremely nice ass, too. Look, I figure if it's kismet that we met, then maybe it's kismet that we're meant to spend the night together. And I am so wanting to shave my own hair off after a comment like that. I sound like a fucking blonde bimbo. And I'm not." Izzy scooted forward on her stool and leaned in to brush a kiss to Cameron's cheek. "I've always had a thing for male sluts... Just so you know."
"Liverpool," Cameron corrected in a murmur and didn't hesitate to lean in and pull her into a deep kiss. It was probably inevitable they were both going to use each other as a distraction, anyway, but at least they were honest about it. If he couldn't get drunk, getting laid wasn't a bad second option. Especially not by someone as hot as Izzy, who was clearly Was in need of it as he was. He just needed something tonight.
"Never was good at sport," she responded as the kiss broke off enough for her to catch her breath before her mouth was on his again. She really did need the distraction, and Cameron tasted better than any beer ever could. He was also warmer, and much more fun. "Your hotel, or mine?"
Words: 3061 | All muses referred to with permission and come from the princeton2nyc universe