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1.16. "Sex is not the answer. Sex is the question. 'Yes' is the answer."
- Swami X
Co-written with cameronpreston | Follows THIS and THIS and happens simultaneously to THIS and THIS
Izzy smiled to herself as she started to surface, that languid, post-coital glow washing over her. There was something to be said for spending a night in bed with a footballer. An incredibly hot, and talented footballer. And if the hand on her stomach was anything to go by, he was still in her bed. She wasn't sure why that surprised her so much, but it was a nice surprise. Isabel turned in Cameron's embrace carefully as she tried not to wake him up so she could look at him. Her fingers skated over his bare shoulder and she nuzzled against him as she smiled again. He still smelled good. Like sweat, sex, masculinity, and now her. This was the part she missed most about having someone to be with.
Cameron woke up slowly. He was usually a really heavy sleeper on account of the long, physical hours he put in on the field. Plus the last couple of days had caught up with him, only closely chasing the jetlagged tiredness. Basically, after the sex they had, it was inevitable he was going to pass out cold afterwards. Actually, it was more like three rounds of sex, but who was counting? He opened his eyes a little and found Izzy watching him. He smiled sleepily. "You can boot me out any time you like, you know. I won't be offended," he told her, though his arm remained locked around her waist.
"You might not be offended, but I'm hardly done with you if those three rounds were any indication of what you're capable of," she replied with a lopsided grin. That sleepy smile of his was pretty damn sexy. She was seriously hoping she hadn't snored last night, but if he had been just as passed out then she was probably safe. It was one of the best night's sleep she'd had in a long time. "You can go anytime you like, I won't be offended."
"Maybe later," Cameron murmured, staying quite contentedly where he was. "If I move, I have to think about the shit and I really don't want to yet. I'm happy to be distracted a bit longer yet." He pulled her back against him and closed his eyes again. "Unless you need to see your friend, which I totally get. I'll seek out a hotel room and sort myself out."
Iz pressed a kiss against his collarbone and smiled. "My friend can wait, it's not like she won't be just as surprised tomorrow. I don't really feel like moving either, or thinking about anything but being in this bed with you. Distractions can be very, very good." She rest her head against his chest and closed her eyes. "It should be illegal for you to be so fucking sexy." She quietly snickered at her own bad joke, and turned her head as she kissed his chest and her hand rest against his thigh.
"You still think there is a chance she's not going to want you around?" Cameron asked huskily and then opened his eyes to look at her again with another small smile. "You don't need to answer that. You have a right to remain silent and all that, on account of the not thinking thing. I was just curious why you would think your BFF wouldn't want you around." He smirked at her line and just hugged her a little tighter. "Hey, I come from the world of bad jokes, especially sports metaphors. I won't hold it against you."
"I left her alone to face the rest of her pregnancy and birth... To deal with Campbell's death. I was a bitch. We patched things up, but I still stayed in England. Maybe it's easier for her to forgive me if I'm not around... I don't know," Izzy said quietly, not really minding his questions. Cameron was well and truly buried under skin already. "Well, good. Because I should warn you, I'm not exactly unfamiliar with bad jokes, pranks, or slapping people."
Cameron listened to her explanation, his forehead creasing. "You did? But yeah, it couldn't have been an easy thing for either of you to deal with. You just do what you have to do to deal. So, I guess seeing as we're in the realms of confessing by heart-to-heart, it's my turn? Pat and I fought last night because he told me he eloped. Got married without telling me or even hinting to the fact he was thinking about it. I mean, he was engaged, and I like his boyfriend... husband... fuck... it's just, I needed to see him get married. I really had to. So I got pissed off, yelled at him and told him I didn't care. You could exercise those slapping people skills on me any time. I probably well deserve it."
"I'd rather exercise my spanking skills, even if I know you could take it. I don't want to slap you, Cameron. I know what it's like to have fights with the ones we love... and run." Isabel stroked her fingers down his arms and held his gaze for a moment. "It's an important occasion in your life. In anyone's life. Me and James had to hide our being married for so long. It was a stupid mistake, but we didn't want anyone to know... and maybe us hiding was part of what didn't work. It killed me not to tell Ali... I can only imagine how it must have been for your twin, and I know his insides would have been ripped to shreds. You know, just to play a very sexy devil's advocate for a moment. He's punished himself more than you ever could."
Cameron shook his head but he managed a slight smirk before biting on his lip briefly. "No... there are compounding circumstances. I guess he was just caught up in the moment, if you knew Pat, you would know that punishing anyone is just not in his nature. There's a reason he's had more chicks on his arm than I ever will in a life time," he added with a wry laugh. "He's the sort of gay guy chicks trip over themselves to be his fag hag. He's amazing and just has this natural caring thing going on. God knows where he got it from. It wasn't me. Anyway, it's just... Pat's sick. Really sick. And that rips my heart out, especially knowing I can't fix him or make him better. But he says he did this because he was well and it felt right. I should just be happy for him, but he promised he would tell me everything and I miss him so damn much that I guess I latch onto whatever he can give me."
"Yes, but I meant he's been beating himself up. People that would never punish others still punish themselves." Her dark hair fell over her face and she pushed it back so her green eyes could meet his blue. "I've been a bi hag before... is that the same thing? Your brother sounds like someone I'd like, but hey... this was supposed to be one night. Even if we are having a heart to heart. Fucked if I know the right thing to say, but since you came to the US to be with him, and you're here with me... even if I really want to keep this day going for a little longer you should be there. With him. Taking what he can give."
"Not too bad for one nighter advice," Cameron told her with a laugh, but he shook his head. "I'll scream at him again if I talk to him now. I'm so angry, it's not even funny. It's probably that typical male ego covering up the hurt. I came for Riley's wedding. Riley's one of Pat's closest friends. I just never expected to come see him get married and be told Pat overtook him up the aisle at the last leg. It's just a... freaky twin thing. There's no way I expect you to wrap your head around the ins and outs of that after one night. It takes some getting used to. You take a twin and you take both, basically."
"I promise I'm not even thinking about that in a dirty way, Preston," Iz laughed as she moved to lie on top of him, one leg sliding between his. "And hey, if you want to take some of that anger out with wild monkey sex, I won't hold it against you. This is one night, and one morning, so I figure just about anything goes. When's the wedding? Will you be calm enough to go?"
Cameron smirked in amusement. "Hey, we could make a good porno if Pat was interested in women or I was interested in men. Unfortunately our sexual logistics have never been on the same track. I'm talking he was playing with Barbies when I was having my Transformers kill each other in miserable deaths. The angry sex is tempting, but I'd rather it not angry if we're going to do it again," he added with a slight laugh. He ran his hands slowly down her bare back towards her arse. "The wedding's Saturday. I won't miss it but I'll probably inevitably avoid Pat and his other half so I don't ruin the wedding. I'm talking double ruin here. It's a joint wedding. Riley's a twin too. Both he and his sister are getting married, not to each other, of course, which is illegal in about every country in the world."
"Just as well, because twincest is just a bit too Southern for my tastes," Iz laughed as she looked down at him before kissing him softly. "What are you doing after the wedding? Maybe I can distract you again before your flight leaves... if you wanted. I'll give you my number. Crazy that you got two sets of twins in your group."
"I'll tell you, our bunch will make your head spin. Even more interesting, Riley is technically Pat's ex. Technically, but not quite." Cameron pulled his leg up so she could ease between his legs. He was already hard. That was kind of inevitable when lying naked in bed with a hot chick. And it was morning. Male prerogative. "You want me to call you? Even after I used a extremely hot one nighter to off load emotional baggage? We really are breaking the mould, aren't we?"
"You asked me about my baggage, so it's only fair I hear about yours." Izzy rubbed herself against his erection, more than willing to take advantage even while they still talked. "Moulds were made to be broken, Cameron. And I can't remember the last time I ever did fit the mould, anyway. I only want you to call me if you want to call me. Call me crazy, but I believe in kismet for a reason. Maybe we're just safe in unloading our baggage because we don't think we'll see each other again..." Iz shrugged before she gasped and let out a soft moan as she stroked herself against him and hit just the right spot. "At the same time, maybe we have this much chemistry because we don't have history. Not yet. Call me fucking nuts, but I'd kind of like to see if this can last another night. Not tonight... just another night. Any night."
Cameron looked up at her silently for a few moments. He had so much going on in his head that it wasn't possible to try and rationally process it all in one go. He soon nodded. "Let's get through today. I'll take your number and after that, we'll see where kismet takes us," he offered, pulling her more firmly against him.
Words: 1958 | All muses referred to with permission
- Swami X
Co-written with cameronpreston | Follows THIS and THIS and happens simultaneously to THIS and THIS
Izzy smiled to herself as she started to surface, that languid, post-coital glow washing over her. There was something to be said for spending a night in bed with a footballer. An incredibly hot, and talented footballer. And if the hand on her stomach was anything to go by, he was still in her bed. She wasn't sure why that surprised her so much, but it was a nice surprise. Isabel turned in Cameron's embrace carefully as she tried not to wake him up so she could look at him. Her fingers skated over his bare shoulder and she nuzzled against him as she smiled again. He still smelled good. Like sweat, sex, masculinity, and now her. This was the part she missed most about having someone to be with.
Cameron woke up slowly. He was usually a really heavy sleeper on account of the long, physical hours he put in on the field. Plus the last couple of days had caught up with him, only closely chasing the jetlagged tiredness. Basically, after the sex they had, it was inevitable he was going to pass out cold afterwards. Actually, it was more like three rounds of sex, but who was counting? He opened his eyes a little and found Izzy watching him. He smiled sleepily. "You can boot me out any time you like, you know. I won't be offended," he told her, though his arm remained locked around her waist.
"You might not be offended, but I'm hardly done with you if those three rounds were any indication of what you're capable of," she replied with a lopsided grin. That sleepy smile of his was pretty damn sexy. She was seriously hoping she hadn't snored last night, but if he had been just as passed out then she was probably safe. It was one of the best night's sleep she'd had in a long time. "You can go anytime you like, I won't be offended."
"Maybe later," Cameron murmured, staying quite contentedly where he was. "If I move, I have to think about the shit and I really don't want to yet. I'm happy to be distracted a bit longer yet." He pulled her back against him and closed his eyes again. "Unless you need to see your friend, which I totally get. I'll seek out a hotel room and sort myself out."
Iz pressed a kiss against his collarbone and smiled. "My friend can wait, it's not like she won't be just as surprised tomorrow. I don't really feel like moving either, or thinking about anything but being in this bed with you. Distractions can be very, very good." She rest her head against his chest and closed her eyes. "It should be illegal for you to be so fucking sexy." She quietly snickered at her own bad joke, and turned her head as she kissed his chest and her hand rest against his thigh.
"You still think there is a chance she's not going to want you around?" Cameron asked huskily and then opened his eyes to look at her again with another small smile. "You don't need to answer that. You have a right to remain silent and all that, on account of the not thinking thing. I was just curious why you would think your BFF wouldn't want you around." He smirked at her line and just hugged her a little tighter. "Hey, I come from the world of bad jokes, especially sports metaphors. I won't hold it against you."
"I left her alone to face the rest of her pregnancy and birth... To deal with Campbell's death. I was a bitch. We patched things up, but I still stayed in England. Maybe it's easier for her to forgive me if I'm not around... I don't know," Izzy said quietly, not really minding his questions. Cameron was well and truly buried under skin already. "Well, good. Because I should warn you, I'm not exactly unfamiliar with bad jokes, pranks, or slapping people."
Cameron listened to her explanation, his forehead creasing. "You did? But yeah, it couldn't have been an easy thing for either of you to deal with. You just do what you have to do to deal. So, I guess seeing as we're in the realms of confessing by heart-to-heart, it's my turn? Pat and I fought last night because he told me he eloped. Got married without telling me or even hinting to the fact he was thinking about it. I mean, he was engaged, and I like his boyfriend... husband... fuck... it's just, I needed to see him get married. I really had to. So I got pissed off, yelled at him and told him I didn't care. You could exercise those slapping people skills on me any time. I probably well deserve it."
"I'd rather exercise my spanking skills, even if I know you could take it. I don't want to slap you, Cameron. I know what it's like to have fights with the ones we love... and run." Isabel stroked her fingers down his arms and held his gaze for a moment. "It's an important occasion in your life. In anyone's life. Me and James had to hide our being married for so long. It was a stupid mistake, but we didn't want anyone to know... and maybe us hiding was part of what didn't work. It killed me not to tell Ali... I can only imagine how it must have been for your twin, and I know his insides would have been ripped to shreds. You know, just to play a very sexy devil's advocate for a moment. He's punished himself more than you ever could."
Cameron shook his head but he managed a slight smirk before biting on his lip briefly. "No... there are compounding circumstances. I guess he was just caught up in the moment, if you knew Pat, you would know that punishing anyone is just not in his nature. There's a reason he's had more chicks on his arm than I ever will in a life time," he added with a wry laugh. "He's the sort of gay guy chicks trip over themselves to be his fag hag. He's amazing and just has this natural caring thing going on. God knows where he got it from. It wasn't me. Anyway, it's just... Pat's sick. Really sick. And that rips my heart out, especially knowing I can't fix him or make him better. But he says he did this because he was well and it felt right. I should just be happy for him, but he promised he would tell me everything and I miss him so damn much that I guess I latch onto whatever he can give me."
"Yes, but I meant he's been beating himself up. People that would never punish others still punish themselves." Her dark hair fell over her face and she pushed it back so her green eyes could meet his blue. "I've been a bi hag before... is that the same thing? Your brother sounds like someone I'd like, but hey... this was supposed to be one night. Even if we are having a heart to heart. Fucked if I know the right thing to say, but since you came to the US to be with him, and you're here with me... even if I really want to keep this day going for a little longer you should be there. With him. Taking what he can give."
"Not too bad for one nighter advice," Cameron told her with a laugh, but he shook his head. "I'll scream at him again if I talk to him now. I'm so angry, it's not even funny. It's probably that typical male ego covering up the hurt. I came for Riley's wedding. Riley's one of Pat's closest friends. I just never expected to come see him get married and be told Pat overtook him up the aisle at the last leg. It's just a... freaky twin thing. There's no way I expect you to wrap your head around the ins and outs of that after one night. It takes some getting used to. You take a twin and you take both, basically."
"I promise I'm not even thinking about that in a dirty way, Preston," Iz laughed as she moved to lie on top of him, one leg sliding between his. "And hey, if you want to take some of that anger out with wild monkey sex, I won't hold it against you. This is one night, and one morning, so I figure just about anything goes. When's the wedding? Will you be calm enough to go?"
Cameron smirked in amusement. "Hey, we could make a good porno if Pat was interested in women or I was interested in men. Unfortunately our sexual logistics have never been on the same track. I'm talking he was playing with Barbies when I was having my Transformers kill each other in miserable deaths. The angry sex is tempting, but I'd rather it not angry if we're going to do it again," he added with a slight laugh. He ran his hands slowly down her bare back towards her arse. "The wedding's Saturday. I won't miss it but I'll probably inevitably avoid Pat and his other half so I don't ruin the wedding. I'm talking double ruin here. It's a joint wedding. Riley's a twin too. Both he and his sister are getting married, not to each other, of course, which is illegal in about every country in the world."
"Just as well, because twincest is just a bit too Southern for my tastes," Iz laughed as she looked down at him before kissing him softly. "What are you doing after the wedding? Maybe I can distract you again before your flight leaves... if you wanted. I'll give you my number. Crazy that you got two sets of twins in your group."
"I'll tell you, our bunch will make your head spin. Even more interesting, Riley is technically Pat's ex. Technically, but not quite." Cameron pulled his leg up so she could ease between his legs. He was already hard. That was kind of inevitable when lying naked in bed with a hot chick. And it was morning. Male prerogative. "You want me to call you? Even after I used a extremely hot one nighter to off load emotional baggage? We really are breaking the mould, aren't we?"
"You asked me about my baggage, so it's only fair I hear about yours." Izzy rubbed herself against his erection, more than willing to take advantage even while they still talked. "Moulds were made to be broken, Cameron. And I can't remember the last time I ever did fit the mould, anyway. I only want you to call me if you want to call me. Call me crazy, but I believe in kismet for a reason. Maybe we're just safe in unloading our baggage because we don't think we'll see each other again..." Iz shrugged before she gasped and let out a soft moan as she stroked herself against him and hit just the right spot. "At the same time, maybe we have this much chemistry because we don't have history. Not yet. Call me fucking nuts, but I'd kind of like to see if this can last another night. Not tonight... just another night. Any night."
Cameron looked up at her silently for a few moments. He had so much going on in his head that it wasn't possible to try and rationally process it all in one go. He soon nodded. "Let's get through today. I'll take your number and after that, we'll see where kismet takes us," he offered, pulling her more firmly against him.
Words: 1958 | All muses referred to with permission