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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Cal
Cal had always been a light sleeper, and working for the mafia had only increased his sensitivity to noise. One never knew when an enemy might be approaching when at one’s most vulnerable. He’d heard movement in the hall when Cameron got up to go to the bathroom, but he’d dismissed the movement and tried to go back to sleep. However, when he heard the sound of footsteps cease at his doorway, it caught his attention.
Feigning sleep for a few moments, Cal waited to see if the person was going to announce themselves. If it was Dominic needing help with something, he would have said something immediately. And he doubted it was Mia... which left Cameron. But that would be too good to be true, he thought. Still, as he opened his eyes, Cal hoped he’d find the blonde. He was not disappointed.
Surprised by such good fortune, Cal raised an eyebrow as he sat up in bed. The sheets fell off of him, exposing his shirtless body and all the tattoos on his chest. Cal’s eyes roamed Cameron’s body, drinking in the sight of her in his shirt. While the loose fitting tee hid most of her curves, it was enticingly short on her and her bare legs begged to be touched.
“If you want to come in, shut the door behind you...” Cal heard the words come out of his mouth before he realized he’d even had the thought to invite Cameron in. It was what he wanted though, and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “My shirt looks good on you...” He added, watching her as she considered his invitation to join him in bed.
Cameron had stopped by his room on her own accord, so Cal figured she must have something on her mind. If it wasn’t joining him in bed, then he was curious as to what her intentions were. Or perhaps she thought he wouldn’t notice her watching him while he slept. Cal’s grin grew a little at the idea that he had caught her checking him out.
“So... in or out?” Cal asked, locking eyes with Cameron.
Feigning sleep for a few moments, Cal waited to see if the person was going to announce themselves. If it was Dominic needing help with something, he would have said something immediately. And he doubted it was Mia... which left Cameron. But that would be too good to be true, he thought. Still, as he opened his eyes, Cal hoped he’d find the blonde. He was not disappointed.
Surprised by such good fortune, Cal raised an eyebrow as he sat up in bed. The sheets fell off of him, exposing his shirtless body and all the tattoos on his chest. Cal’s eyes roamed Cameron’s body, drinking in the sight of her in his shirt. While the loose fitting tee hid most of her curves, it was enticingly short on her and her bare legs begged to be touched.
“If you want to come in, shut the door behind you...” Cal heard the words come out of his mouth before he realized he’d even had the thought to invite Cameron in. It was what he wanted though, and a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “My shirt looks good on you...” He added, watching her as she considered his invitation to join him in bed.
Cameron had stopped by his room on her own accord, so Cal figured she must have something on her mind. If it wasn’t joining him in bed, then he was curious as to what her intentions were. Or perhaps she thought he wouldn’t notice her watching him while he slept. Cal’s grin grew a little at the idea that he had caught her checking him out.
“So... in or out?” Cal asked, locking eyes with Cameron.
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Mia
Mia’s sleep was restless, plagued by the same nightmare that she had on the plane.
Mia was standing on the edge of a cliff that was beginning to crumble beneath her. In the distance she could hear her mother’s voice calling for her to come to the safe house, but she sounded so far away and Mia knew she’d never be able to outrun the disintegrating ground beneath her before it gobbled her up. Looking for another escape, Mia turned towards the edge of the cliff, finding Dominic standing on the other side of the ravine, reaching out his hand towards her.
“Just take my hand and I’ll take you home, I promise.” Dominic said, gesturing for her to take a leap of faith so he could catch her. Something told Mia that she shouldn’t trust Dom, but she had no other choice and leaned out over the edge to grab his hand. Mia had to jump a little to try and reach Dominic, but just as her finger tips grazed his, Dom pulled his hand out of her reach, and Mia found herself falling into the ravine. Consumed by darkness, Mia lost all sense of up and down, suspended in a void until...
Suddenly Mia found herself standing in a room full of mirrors, like at a fun house. Once again Dominic stood in front of her, and he raised his hand towards her. This time though, his hand wasn’t reaching out to help her, but held a gun pointed at Mia instead. Behind Dominic, stood Mia’s father, who was in turn pointing a gun at Dominic’s back. Dominic was talking, but Mia couldn’t make out his words. Frozen in time, Mia was unable to say or do anything to stop the unraveling events. Mia’s eyes widened as the sound of a gunshot rang through the mirrored room and...
“No!” Mia cried out, sitting up in her bed and gasping. Her heart raced as she looked around the room, her nightmare fading as she came back to reality. Raising her hand to her chest, Mia felt for a bullet wound, just in case. She was uninsured, though shaken.
On the plane, Mia’s dream had ended with her stuck in limbo in the room of mirrors with Don and her father, but this time someone had pulled the trigger.
Running a hand over her face, Mia told herself it was only a nightmare. Still, she wasn’t sure she was ready to fall back asleep so soon. She’d had the same dream twice now, and feared this wouldn’t be the last time, either.
Mia was standing on the edge of a cliff that was beginning to crumble beneath her. In the distance she could hear her mother’s voice calling for her to come to the safe house, but she sounded so far away and Mia knew she’d never be able to outrun the disintegrating ground beneath her before it gobbled her up. Looking for another escape, Mia turned towards the edge of the cliff, finding Dominic standing on the other side of the ravine, reaching out his hand towards her.
“Just take my hand and I’ll take you home, I promise.” Dominic said, gesturing for her to take a leap of faith so he could catch her. Something told Mia that she shouldn’t trust Dom, but she had no other choice and leaned out over the edge to grab his hand. Mia had to jump a little to try and reach Dominic, but just as her finger tips grazed his, Dom pulled his hand out of her reach, and Mia found herself falling into the ravine. Consumed by darkness, Mia lost all sense of up and down, suspended in a void until...
Suddenly Mia found herself standing in a room full of mirrors, like at a fun house. Once again Dominic stood in front of her, and he raised his hand towards her. This time though, his hand wasn’t reaching out to help her, but held a gun pointed at Mia instead. Behind Dominic, stood Mia’s father, who was in turn pointing a gun at Dominic’s back. Dominic was talking, but Mia couldn’t make out his words. Frozen in time, Mia was unable to say or do anything to stop the unraveling events. Mia’s eyes widened as the sound of a gunshot rang through the mirrored room and...
“No!” Mia cried out, sitting up in her bed and gasping. Her heart raced as she looked around the room, her nightmare fading as she came back to reality. Raising her hand to her chest, Mia felt for a bullet wound, just in case. She was uninsured, though shaken.
On the plane, Mia’s dream had ended with her stuck in limbo in the room of mirrors with Don and her father, but this time someone had pulled the trigger.
Running a hand over her face, Mia told herself it was only a nightmare. Still, she wasn’t sure she was ready to fall back asleep so soon. She’d had the same dream twice now, and feared this wouldn’t be the last time, either.
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Cameron
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Cal
The second Cameron shut the door behind her, Cal wanted to jump up and pull her into the bed with him. He was pleasantly surprised that she’d chosen to remain in the room with him, but she didn’t seem entirely certain in her choice. This made Cal refrain from immediately taking the blonde into his arms, and he shifted in the bed instead so his legs now hung over the edge of the bed, his feet on the ground. He wanted to make sure that Cameron was a consenting partner before pursuing anything too physical.
Cal suppressed an impatient groan when Cameron brought up the topic of his tattoos. He didn’t particularly want to talk right now, not when Cameron was already wearing so little. But, he would meet her halfway.
“My tattoos are a bit personal, and I don’t really share the reasoning behind them with people I’ve just met...” Cal replied as Cameron walked over to him, stopping within reach. “But, maybe once we’ve gotten to know each other a little better...” He continued, reaching his hand out and sliding his fingers along Cal’s thigh, wrapping his hand around the back of it. “I’ll tell you more about all my tattoos.” Cal used his grip around the back of Cameron’s leg to pull her closer to him. “Even the ones you can’t see right now.”
Cal smirked, gazing up at the blonde he’d pulled over towards him. She now stood between his legs where he sat on the bed, but Cal wanted her closer.
“What do you say? Shall I get to know you better?” Cal asked, sliding his hand up Cameron’s thigh a little more, stopping at the hem of his tee shirt. “You’re already here...”
Cal leaned back a little on the bed, using his other hand to prop him up. He watched Cameron, hoping she’d not press further on the subject of tattoos, and least until after he had time to explore her body to see if she had any.
Cal suppressed an impatient groan when Cameron brought up the topic of his tattoos. He didn’t particularly want to talk right now, not when Cameron was already wearing so little. But, he would meet her halfway.
“My tattoos are a bit personal, and I don’t really share the reasoning behind them with people I’ve just met...” Cal replied as Cameron walked over to him, stopping within reach. “But, maybe once we’ve gotten to know each other a little better...” He continued, reaching his hand out and sliding his fingers along Cal’s thigh, wrapping his hand around the back of it. “I’ll tell you more about all my tattoos.” Cal used his grip around the back of Cameron’s leg to pull her closer to him. “Even the ones you can’t see right now.”
Cal smirked, gazing up at the blonde he’d pulled over towards him. She now stood between his legs where he sat on the bed, but Cal wanted her closer.
“What do you say? Shall I get to know you better?” Cal asked, sliding his hand up Cameron’s thigh a little more, stopping at the hem of his tee shirt. “You’re already here...”
Cal leaned back a little on the bed, using his other hand to prop him up. He watched Cameron, hoping she’d not press further on the subject of tattoos, and least until after he had time to explore her body to see if she had any.
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Mia
Mia was sitting up in bed, lost in thought, when the sound of her doorknob jiggling caught her attention. Her eyes shifted to her door, but she didn’t move to answer it or say anything. At least now she knew the locks worked properly.
Sighing, Mia waited until whoever was outside her door left, before sliding out of bed. She was pretty sure it must have been Dominic, but she didn’t feel like talking to him right now. Not after their last interaction and not after her dream.
Looking around her room, Mia tried to find something to occupy her time. There was of course the TV, but Mia didn’t want to resort that that yet. She didn’t watch much TV at home, but that might become a new past time if she wanted to avoid socializing. Hopefully though Cameron would prove to be good company at least, and possibly even a friend on the island. For now though, spending time with the blonde wasn’t an option.
Mia walked over to the glass door that led to the balcony and opened it, letting in the warm island breeze. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was beautifully painted with oranges and pinks. The brunette walked out into the balcony, and leaned on the railing, taking in the view. Down below, Mia could see what looked to be a garden, filled with tropical plants and flowers. It looked to be more of a natural environment rather than finely manicured, and the plants were a little overgrown. Mia didn’t imagine gardeners came out terribly often to groom it, but it still looked beautiful with its natural growth. Perhaps it was intentionally that way.
Inspecting what she could see of the flora, Mia tried to identify as many of the plants that she could. Her Nana Rosa has owned a flower shop when Mia was younger, and Mia had always wanted to follow in her grandmother’s footsteps. Unfortunately the flower shop had burnt down in a terrible fire when Mia was younger, but she thought maybe one day she could reopen Nana Rosa’s shop somewhere else.
Frowning, Mia realized that likely would never come to fruition now. Perhaps though, she could make a hobby out of tending this garden while they were on the island. It would be a better pastime than watching Netflix at least. It would require asking permission from Dominic though, and Mia grimaced at that thought. Would she need to be supervised while gardening too? Or just when she wanted to venture around the island? She’d figure out soon enough.
Sighing, Mia waited until whoever was outside her door left, before sliding out of bed. She was pretty sure it must have been Dominic, but she didn’t feel like talking to him right now. Not after their last interaction and not after her dream.
Looking around her room, Mia tried to find something to occupy her time. There was of course the TV, but Mia didn’t want to resort that that yet. She didn’t watch much TV at home, but that might become a new past time if she wanted to avoid socializing. Hopefully though Cameron would prove to be good company at least, and possibly even a friend on the island. For now though, spending time with the blonde wasn’t an option.
Mia walked over to the glass door that led to the balcony and opened it, letting in the warm island breeze. The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was beautifully painted with oranges and pinks. The brunette walked out into the balcony, and leaned on the railing, taking in the view. Down below, Mia could see what looked to be a garden, filled with tropical plants and flowers. It looked to be more of a natural environment rather than finely manicured, and the plants were a little overgrown. Mia didn’t imagine gardeners came out terribly often to groom it, but it still looked beautiful with its natural growth. Perhaps it was intentionally that way.
Inspecting what she could see of the flora, Mia tried to identify as many of the plants that she could. Her Nana Rosa has owned a flower shop when Mia was younger, and Mia had always wanted to follow in her grandmother’s footsteps. Unfortunately the flower shop had burnt down in a terrible fire when Mia was younger, but she thought maybe one day she could reopen Nana Rosa’s shop somewhere else.
Frowning, Mia realized that likely would never come to fruition now. Perhaps though, she could make a hobby out of tending this garden while they were on the island. It would be a better pastime than watching Netflix at least. It would require asking permission from Dominic though, and Mia grimaced at that thought. Would she need to be supervised while gardening too? Or just when she wanted to venture around the island? She’d figure out soon enough.
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Nobody's Perfect...
Cal
Cal felt Cameron trebling under his touch, and he hoped it was in a good way, and not because she was afraid of him. He didn’t mind being thought of as dangerous, but disliked being feared. At least by Cameron and women.
When Cameron had to balance herself, Cal smirked, liking the sensation of her warm hands on his shoulders. His thoughts started to wander to the other places he’d like her warm hands to travel to. For a moment Cal wondered if Cameron had read his mind, noticing her eyes travel lower when he mentioned the tattoos she couldn’t see. Cal couldn’t help but chuckle when Cameron turned red, realizing where she was looking, and looked back up at him.
When Cameron had to balance herself, Cal smirked, liking the sensation of her warm hands on his shoulders. His thoughts started to wander to the other places he’d like her warm hands to travel to. For a moment Cal wondered if Cameron had read his mind, noticing her eyes travel lower when he mentioned the tattoos she couldn’t see. Cal couldn’t help but chuckle when Cameron turned red, realizing where she was looking, and looked back up at him.
“Not always...” Cal uttered lowly when Cameron asked if he was always like this. “But I could be, for you.” He growled a little, feeling her nails dig into the skin of his shoulders. He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from pulling her into the bed and making her his.
Fortunately though, Cameron made the move herself, pushing Cal back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. Cal’s hands reflexively moved to grip Cameron’s hips tightly, keeping her where she was in case she changed her mind and tried to leave. Cameron’s bold actions caught Cal a little off guard and his eyes widened a little as he looked up at the blonde. The triumphant look on her face made Cal cock an eyebrow.
“Not just gonna jump into bed with me, huh?” Cal asked, smirking impishly. “Then what do you call this?” He added, gesturing to Cameron on top of him, in his bed, after effectively jumping on him.
Cal knew he could easily flip Cameron off of him and trade places to be the one on top, but he was enjoying her straddling him. Her suggested deal of a kiss for an explanation of one of his tattoos was intriguing, though he’d been hoping for more than a kiss. But it was a start.
“Okay, I’ll play along...” Cal agreed. “But I warn you, you might end up wanting more than just a kiss.” He grinned. That is, if his explanation of his tattoo didn’t turn her off first.
“In good faith, I’ll tell you the meaning before the kiss, but if you don’t hold up your end of the bargain, I’ll come to collect it sometime.” Cal warned. For a moment he thought about his lotus tattoo, recalling his reason for getting it.
“I got the lotus after helping to burn down the business of someone who owed Don Sorano money.” Cal said as casually as possible. “It was a nail salon... And before you start feeling bad for the owner, the man wasn’t a good guy either. Turned out he was helping to smuggle girls from China, brought to America to be mail order brides against their will. Each petal represents on of the girls we let out of the back room before torching the place.” He added, glancing away from Cameron as the memory returned to him.
When Cameron had to balance herself, Cal smirked, liking the sensation of her warm hands on his shoulders. His thoughts started to wander to the other places he’d like her warm hands to travel to. For a moment Cal wondered if Cameron had read his mind, noticing her eyes travel lower when he mentioned the tattoos she couldn’t see. Cal couldn’t help but chuckle when Cameron turned red, realizing where she was looking, and looked back up at him.
When Cameron had to balance herself, Cal smirked, liking the sensation of her warm hands on his shoulders. His thoughts started to wander to the other places he’d like her warm hands to travel to. For a moment Cal wondered if Cameron had read his mind, noticing her eyes travel lower when he mentioned the tattoos she couldn’t see. Cal couldn’t help but chuckle when Cameron turned red, realizing where she was looking, and looked back up at him.
“Not always...” Cal uttered lowly when Cameron asked if he was always like this. “But I could be, for you.” He growled a little, feeling her nails dig into the skin of his shoulders. He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from pulling her into the bed and making her his.
Fortunately though, Cameron made the move herself, pushing Cal back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. Cal’s hands reflexively moved to grip Cameron’s hips tightly, keeping her where she was in case she changed her mind and tried to leave. Cameron’s bold actions caught Cal a little off guard and his eyes widened a little as he looked up at the blonde. The triumphant look on her face made Cal cock an eyebrow.
“Not just gonna jump into bed with me, huh?” Cal asked, smirking impishly. “Then what do you call this?” He added, gesturing to Cameron on top of him, in his bed, after effectively jumping on him.
Cal knew he could easily flip Cameron off of him and trade places to be the one on top, but he was enjoying her straddling him. Her suggested deal of a kiss for an explanation of one of his tattoos was intriguing, though he’d been hoping for more than a kiss. But it was a start.
“Okay, I’ll play along...” Cal agreed. “But I warn you, you might end up wanting more than just a kiss.” He grinned. That is, if his explanation of his tattoo didn’t turn her off first.
“In good faith, I’ll tell you the meaning before the kiss, but if you don’t hold up your end of the bargain, I’ll come to collect it sometime.” Cal warned. For a moment he thought about his lotus tattoo, recalling his reason for getting it.
“I got the lotus after helping to burn down the business of someone who owed Don Sorano money.” Cal said as casually as possible. “It was a nail salon... And before you start feeling bad for the owner, the man wasn’t a good guy either. Turned out he was helping to smuggle girls from China, brought to America to be mail order brides against their will. Each petal represents on of the girls we let out of the back room before torching the place.” He added, glancing away from Cameron as the memory returned to him.
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Mia
It was a few moments before Mia realized that Dominic was walking along the edge of the garden, but once she noticed him, her eyes followed him. Of course Dominic was shirtless, and of course he looked fucking good, lit by golden hour. Mia rolled her eyes to herself, annoyed by just how good he looked.
Mia’s annoyance only grew when Dominic turned his head back towards her and asked if she saw something she liked. So he knew she was there and was out there on purpose, parading himself for her. It would have been a lot easier to enjoy the view of Dominic’s chiseled body if Mia wasn’t upset with him. Or rather, at least she wouldn’t be upset with herself for enjoying the view then.
For a moment Mia considered going back inside, and ignoring Dominic’s attempt to get her attention. However, she’d have to talk to him again at some point, and at least now he was at a safe distance.
“Yes, I was admiring the garden.” Mia called down to him, consciously keeping her eyes on Dom’s face instead of his glowing muscles. “Going for an evening stroll, huh?” She asked, changing the subject. Mia refrained from adding a snarky comment about Dominic not following his own advice to get some sleep.
“If so, I think you forgot something...” Mia pointed out, before realizing her meaning could be misinterpreted. “I mean your shoes.” She clarified, talking about Dom’s bare feet, not his bare chest. Mia imagined Dominic’s shirtless state was not accidental.
Mia’s annoyance only grew when Dominic turned his head back towards her and asked if she saw something she liked. So he knew she was there and was out there on purpose, parading himself for her. It would have been a lot easier to enjoy the view of Dominic’s chiseled body if Mia wasn’t upset with him. Or rather, at least she wouldn’t be upset with herself for enjoying the view then.
For a moment Mia considered going back inside, and ignoring Dominic’s attempt to get her attention. However, she’d have to talk to him again at some point, and at least now he was at a safe distance.
“Yes, I was admiring the garden.” Mia called down to him, consciously keeping her eyes on Dom’s face instead of his glowing muscles. “Going for an evening stroll, huh?” She asked, changing the subject. Mia refrained from adding a snarky comment about Dominic not following his own advice to get some sleep.
“If so, I think you forgot something...” Mia pointed out, before realizing her meaning could be misinterpreted. “I mean your shoes.” She clarified, talking about Dom’s bare feet, not his bare chest. Mia imagined Dominic’s shirtless state was not accidental.
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Cal
Cal let his thoughts drift to the fire and the girls for a few moments, but turned his attention back to Cameron when she counted the petals. He frowned, seeing the sad look on her face, and regretted telling her the truth about his tattoo. He should have lied and made up a story that wouldn’t kill the mood.
Releasing Cameron’s hips, Cal moved his hands to push him up off the bed and into a sitting position. He now held Cameron in his lap, sitting with her, face to face. Studying her for a moment, he thought about their deal, but debated bringing it back up. Cal imagined she’d likely not feel very keen to give him that kiss now. After admitting one of his past crimes, he didn’t know if he deserved the kiss either.
“Yeah, fourteen girls.” Cal said quietly. “But saving them was just an accident. Doesn’t make us heroes or anything.” He didn’t want to give Cameron the wrong idea that he was trying to take credit for doing something good. It was lucky that Cameron had selected a tattoo that had a relatively happy ending. At least she hadn’t run out of the room immediately. She might have if he’d told her some of the other tattoo meanings.
Cal’s gaze at Cameron lingered down to her lips, hovering there for a moment, thinking about the kiss he’d likely not get now. He looked back up at Cameron, raising a hand to gently hold under her chin, tipping her head up a little more towards him. His other hand rested on the small of her back, balancing her in his lap.
“I’ll take another raincheck, if you’d prefer.” Cal offered, giving Cameron a pass if she wanted it, as an attempt to atone for some of his sins. His eyes still wandered back to her perfect lips though, nonetheless.
Releasing Cameron’s hips, Cal moved his hands to push him up off the bed and into a sitting position. He now held Cameron in his lap, sitting with her, face to face. Studying her for a moment, he thought about their deal, but debated bringing it back up. Cal imagined she’d likely not feel very keen to give him that kiss now. After admitting one of his past crimes, he didn’t know if he deserved the kiss either.
“Yeah, fourteen girls.” Cal said quietly. “But saving them was just an accident. Doesn’t make us heroes or anything.” He didn’t want to give Cameron the wrong idea that he was trying to take credit for doing something good. It was lucky that Cameron had selected a tattoo that had a relatively happy ending. At least she hadn’t run out of the room immediately. She might have if he’d told her some of the other tattoo meanings.
Cal’s gaze at Cameron lingered down to her lips, hovering there for a moment, thinking about the kiss he’d likely not get now. He looked back up at Cameron, raising a hand to gently hold under her chin, tipping her head up a little more towards him. His other hand rested on the small of her back, balancing her in his lap.
“I’ll take another raincheck, if you’d prefer.” Cal offered, giving Cameron a pass if she wanted it, as an attempt to atone for some of his sins. His eyes still wandered back to her perfect lips though, nonetheless.
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Mia
Mia looked at the garden again when Dominic said the garden needed TLC and nodded. “Yeah, but it has potential.” She replied, seeing the beauty in the chaos. “I might take a crack at it if I get bored...” Mia added, using the opportunity to give Dominic the chance to stop Mia before she made the garden her island hobby.
Dominic’s eye roll made Mia shake her head, and almost elicited an exasperated smile, but then he brought up her locked door. Mia’s expression became dubious as Dominic explained why he’d stopped by her room in the first place. Even if he was telling the truth about just wanting to see how she was, Mia didn’t regret preventing the visit. Recalling why she’d locked the door in the first place, Mia wanted to say something that would knock the heir down a few pegs or hurt his feelings. Though the jury was still out on if Dominic had any feelings to actually hurt, and deep down Mia wasn’t that malicious.
The walls that she could feel herself trying to build up paused construction temporarily when Dominic grinned up at her though. Mia had no fear that Dom would get lost on the island, but she considered his invitation to go for a walk with him. Her options as it stood were either to sleep, watch TV, or spend some time with an attractive, though annoying, shirtless man. Mia sighed, knowing that despite everything Dominic still was the best option to pass the time.
“Wait there...” Mia replied simply, disappearing from the balcony back into her room. She slipped out of her pajamas, pulling on shorts and the first top she grabbed out of her bag. Even if they weren’t in public, Mia still drew the line at wearing her pjs out of the house. Deciding against shoes, figuring she’d just end up carrying them if they went to the beach, Mia left her room and made her way downstairs.
On her way, Mia noticed that Cam’s room was empty and Cal’s door was shut, so she elected not to invite the other two to join in on the evening stroll. Exiting the front door, Mia started the find her way around the exterior of the house to where she imagined the garden to be. Before she made it to Dominic though, she was intercepted by the security guard that had noticed her roaming around unattended. Not wanting to get shot, Mia reflexively froze and put her hands up innocently. It would be just her luck to get in trouble when she wasn’t actually trying to escape.
Dominic’s eye roll made Mia shake her head, and almost elicited an exasperated smile, but then he brought up her locked door. Mia’s expression became dubious as Dominic explained why he’d stopped by her room in the first place. Even if he was telling the truth about just wanting to see how she was, Mia didn’t regret preventing the visit. Recalling why she’d locked the door in the first place, Mia wanted to say something that would knock the heir down a few pegs or hurt his feelings. Though the jury was still out on if Dominic had any feelings to actually hurt, and deep down Mia wasn’t that malicious.
The walls that she could feel herself trying to build up paused construction temporarily when Dominic grinned up at her though. Mia had no fear that Dom would get lost on the island, but she considered his invitation to go for a walk with him. Her options as it stood were either to sleep, watch TV, or spend some time with an attractive, though annoying, shirtless man. Mia sighed, knowing that despite everything Dominic still was the best option to pass the time.
“Wait there...” Mia replied simply, disappearing from the balcony back into her room. She slipped out of her pajamas, pulling on shorts and the first top she grabbed out of her bag. Even if they weren’t in public, Mia still drew the line at wearing her pjs out of the house. Deciding against shoes, figuring she’d just end up carrying them if they went to the beach, Mia left her room and made her way downstairs.
On her way, Mia noticed that Cam’s room was empty and Cal’s door was shut, so she elected not to invite the other two to join in on the evening stroll. Exiting the front door, Mia started the find her way around the exterior of the house to where she imagined the garden to be. Before she made it to Dominic though, she was intercepted by the security guard that had noticed her roaming around unattended. Not wanting to get shot, Mia reflexively froze and put her hands up innocently. It would be just her luck to get in trouble when she wasn’t actually trying to escape.
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Cameron
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Cal
It had been hard for Cal to offer Cameron a pass with her fingers tracing his chest, so he was glad to hear that she planned to keep up her end of the bargain. Cal’s pulse quickened when the blonde brought her hands to his neck and pulled him closer. Her lips were soft and sweet on his, and her kiss sent a jolt through his body. Doing everything in his power to show some self control, Cal waited a few moments for Cameron to pull away, but when she didn’t he took that as a green light to exert a little dominance.
Cal’s hand slid up from the small of Cameron’s back to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. He deepened the kiss and his other hand cupped the blonde’s cheek, keeping her lips against his. This kiss wasn’t enough, Cal wanted more, but he’d enjoy it for as long as Cameron would stay in his arms.
For a moment Cal’s mouth parted from Cameron’s, and he took a ragged breath, keeping his forehead against hers. Technically when Cal had to stop for air, he ended the kiss that Cameron owed him, but he risked being greedy, and stole another kiss from the warm blonde in his arms. He wanted to push her back onto the bed... Wanted to take back the tee shirt he’d lent Cameron... But he also wanted Cameron to want those things as badly as he did, and although her body seemed to melt against him as she returned the kiss, he recalled her earlier statement about not being easy.
Afraid that he’d run out of self control any moment, Cal slowly pulled away from Cameron’s delicious mouth, fully this time. He gazed down at the beautiful woman before him, his thumb brushing against her flushed cheek. He tried to think of something to say, but his mind still hummed with endorphins so all he could do was just offer her a grin at first.
“Not bad.” He breathed finally, teasing Cameron since the last few moments were much better than “not bad”. Cal’s hands slid back down to rest on Cameron’s hips gently.
Cal’s hand slid up from the small of Cameron’s back to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. He deepened the kiss and his other hand cupped the blonde’s cheek, keeping her lips against his. This kiss wasn’t enough, Cal wanted more, but he’d enjoy it for as long as Cameron would stay in his arms.
For a moment Cal’s mouth parted from Cameron’s, and he took a ragged breath, keeping his forehead against hers. Technically when Cal had to stop for air, he ended the kiss that Cameron owed him, but he risked being greedy, and stole another kiss from the warm blonde in his arms. He wanted to push her back onto the bed... Wanted to take back the tee shirt he’d lent Cameron... But he also wanted Cameron to want those things as badly as he did, and although her body seemed to melt against him as she returned the kiss, he recalled her earlier statement about not being easy.
Afraid that he’d run out of self control any moment, Cal slowly pulled away from Cameron’s delicious mouth, fully this time. He gazed down at the beautiful woman before him, his thumb brushing against her flushed cheek. He tried to think of something to say, but his mind still hummed with endorphins so all he could do was just offer her a grin at first.
“Not bad.” He breathed finally, teasing Cameron since the last few moments were much better than “not bad”. Cal’s hands slid back down to rest on Cameron’s hips gently.
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Mia
Mia had never been so happy to see Dominic as she was when he rounded the corner and called to the guard. She had tried to tell the man that she was just going to find Dominic, but he’d been skeptical until the heir showed up to corroborate her story. Letting out a breath of relief when the guard stood down, she watched him take his leave before glancing at Dominic.
“I did too...” She admitted, trying to compose her shaken nerves. Nothing had happened, thankfully, but getting caught by the guard without Dominic or Cal still was a little startling, and a reminder that the island was also a prison. Before Mia’s thoughts were able to travel too far down that line of thinking though, Dominic’s gesture lightened the mood.
The surprise of Dominic offering her a flower greatly contrasted Mia’s feelings from moments before, and chased away her fear of the guard. Her eyes lit up a little when he called it “her garden”, and she smiled taking the flower.
“Thank you...” Mia replied, grateful for both the flower and Dominic’s permission to work in the garden. Perhaps he wasn’t all bad...
Five minutes ago Mia would have rebuffed Dominic and walked on her own, but her mood had been lifted enough that she took his offered arm, slipping her hand around his upper arm. She did her best not to react too much about his firm biceps beneath her fingers or his bare chest, inches away.
“Lead the way.” Mia nodded, glancing up at Dominic. His grin made Mia’s stomach flutter a little, but she subdued her thoughts by bringing the flower up to her nose and breathing in its scent. The floral aroma reminded Mia of her grandmother’s shop and was a nice reminder of a simpler time.
Mia walked along with Dominic as he led, looking around at their surroundings. Being outside made Mia feel drastically better than she had when inside the house. Beautiful as the mansion was, Mia had the illusion of freedom at least as they made their way to the beach. The sun was getting lower in the sky, and the colors were becoming even more vivid.
“Beautiful...” Mia sighed, before turning to Dominic. “I didn’t know you could cook, Dom.” She said, this time picking a lighter topic of conversation. “What other hidden talents do you have?”
“I did too...” She admitted, trying to compose her shaken nerves. Nothing had happened, thankfully, but getting caught by the guard without Dominic or Cal still was a little startling, and a reminder that the island was also a prison. Before Mia’s thoughts were able to travel too far down that line of thinking though, Dominic’s gesture lightened the mood.
The surprise of Dominic offering her a flower greatly contrasted Mia’s feelings from moments before, and chased away her fear of the guard. Her eyes lit up a little when he called it “her garden”, and she smiled taking the flower.
“Thank you...” Mia replied, grateful for both the flower and Dominic’s permission to work in the garden. Perhaps he wasn’t all bad...
Five minutes ago Mia would have rebuffed Dominic and walked on her own, but her mood had been lifted enough that she took his offered arm, slipping her hand around his upper arm. She did her best not to react too much about his firm biceps beneath her fingers or his bare chest, inches away.
“Lead the way.” Mia nodded, glancing up at Dominic. His grin made Mia’s stomach flutter a little, but she subdued her thoughts by bringing the flower up to her nose and breathing in its scent. The floral aroma reminded Mia of her grandmother’s shop and was a nice reminder of a simpler time.
Mia walked along with Dominic as he led, looking around at their surroundings. Being outside made Mia feel drastically better than she had when inside the house. Beautiful as the mansion was, Mia had the illusion of freedom at least as they made their way to the beach. The sun was getting lower in the sky, and the colors were becoming even more vivid.
“Beautiful...” Mia sighed, before turning to Dominic. “I didn’t know you could cook, Dom.” She said, this time picking a lighter topic of conversation. “What other hidden talents do you have?”
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Cameron
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Dominic
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Cal
Cal watched Cameron steadily as he waited to see her reaction to their kiss, or rather, kisses. He feared that she didn’t enjoy it as much as he had when she lowered her gaze, and Cal opened his mouth to apologize, but then Cameron’s beautiful blue eyes rose to meet his again. Her echo of “not bad” relieved Cal’s worry, but her following comment about needing to go caused him to bite his lip.
“What, you got a hot date that you’re late for?” Cal asked after a moment, teasing of course, trying to figure out how to get Cameron to stay with him at least a little longer. “You don’t have to go... unless you want to, that is.”
Cal was keeping Cameron on this island, sure, but he wouldn’t keep her in his room against her will. Still, she didn’t have any real excuse to leave unless she really didn’t like his company. There were no classes, no meetings, no homework that needed tended to. On this island they were beyond responsibilities and commitments. Or, at least Cameron was. Cal reminded himself that he still had a responsibility and commitment to the mafia.
“If you’re leaving because you need something, I’d happily fetch it for you...” Cal offered, feeling snackish himself. “And you could stay here and keep the bed warm.” He added, unable to help the smirk that spread across his face. Cal gave Cameron’s hips a little squeeze where his hands rested.
By some miracle Cameron had come to his doorway on her own, and Cal didn’t know if that would happen again. Now that he had the blonde where he wanted her- in his room, on his bed, and in his arms- it was difficult to give her up.
“What, you got a hot date that you’re late for?” Cal asked after a moment, teasing of course, trying to figure out how to get Cameron to stay with him at least a little longer. “You don’t have to go... unless you want to, that is.”
Cal was keeping Cameron on this island, sure, but he wouldn’t keep her in his room against her will. Still, she didn’t have any real excuse to leave unless she really didn’t like his company. There were no classes, no meetings, no homework that needed tended to. On this island they were beyond responsibilities and commitments. Or, at least Cameron was. Cal reminded himself that he still had a responsibility and commitment to the mafia.
“If you’re leaving because you need something, I’d happily fetch it for you...” Cal offered, feeling snackish himself. “And you could stay here and keep the bed warm.” He added, unable to help the smirk that spread across his face. Cal gave Cameron’s hips a little squeeze where his hands rested.
By some miracle Cameron had come to his doorway on her own, and Cal didn’t know if that would happen again. Now that he had the blonde where he wanted her- in his room, on his bed, and in his arms- it was difficult to give her up.
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Mia
Mia couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Dominic’s wink. “It’s only a loaded question if you interpret it that way.” She retorted, not meaning to give the handsome heir any ammunition. Luckily, she didn’t have to reprimand Dom any further, as he provided innocent answers to her inquiry.
“No knitting, huh? Damn, and I was so hoping for a scarf to wear here on the island.” Mia laughed, noting that Dominic did say he was handy with cars and around the house. When he stopped at the edge of the dry sand, Mia did as well, glancing up at Dominic as he mentioned his top secret skills.
Whatever snarky reply Mia might have had to Dominic’s cliche “if I told you, I’d have to kill you” remark, died on her lips when Dominic whispered in her ear. His close proximity and warm breath against her skin was startlingly distracting. Or perhaps, the likely possibility of Dominic’s words being true and not just a joke made Mia second guess making light of them.
Mia composed herself when Dominic looked back out towards the ocean, and nodded at his comment about it being beautiful. Somewhere out there, across the seemingly endless stretch of water, people where going about their daily lives, and Mia envied them. She had taken for granted how good her life had been, and now she’d trade places with just about anyone.
“Well, then I’ll let you keep your secrets to yourself, Dom. I’m in enough trouble with the mafia as it is. Don’t need to give them, or you, any more reasons to want me out of the way.” Mia replied, doing her best to keep the tone of her voice light.
“Though, on the subject of secrets and killing me...” Mia began, smiling up at Dominic teasingly, “Couldn’t you just tell your dad that I drowned or something? I promise I wouldn’t tell anyone anything if you let me go...” Mia suggested, releasing Dom’s arm and taking a few steps closer to the waves. “I could go into hiding somewhere nobody would run into me, like Kansas. Live a boring life, marry a farmer, open a flower stand... I wouldn’t cause anyone any trouble, and only you’d have to know.”
Mia knew that the odds Dominic would go for any of her suggested plan were slim to none. She was mostly joking anyways, and she smirked over at him to show that she didn’t actually expect him to just let her go like that. Was worth floating the idea though, Mia figured. “Our little secret.”
“No knitting, huh? Damn, and I was so hoping for a scarf to wear here on the island.” Mia laughed, noting that Dominic did say he was handy with cars and around the house. When he stopped at the edge of the dry sand, Mia did as well, glancing up at Dominic as he mentioned his top secret skills.
Whatever snarky reply Mia might have had to Dominic’s cliche “if I told you, I’d have to kill you” remark, died on her lips when Dominic whispered in her ear. His close proximity and warm breath against her skin was startlingly distracting. Or perhaps, the likely possibility of Dominic’s words being true and not just a joke made Mia second guess making light of them.
Mia composed herself when Dominic looked back out towards the ocean, and nodded at his comment about it being beautiful. Somewhere out there, across the seemingly endless stretch of water, people where going about their daily lives, and Mia envied them. She had taken for granted how good her life had been, and now she’d trade places with just about anyone.
“Well, then I’ll let you keep your secrets to yourself, Dom. I’m in enough trouble with the mafia as it is. Don’t need to give them, or you, any more reasons to want me out of the way.” Mia replied, doing her best to keep the tone of her voice light.
“Though, on the subject of secrets and killing me...” Mia began, smiling up at Dominic teasingly, “Couldn’t you just tell your dad that I drowned or something? I promise I wouldn’t tell anyone anything if you let me go...” Mia suggested, releasing Dom’s arm and taking a few steps closer to the waves. “I could go into hiding somewhere nobody would run into me, like Kansas. Live a boring life, marry a farmer, open a flower stand... I wouldn’t cause anyone any trouble, and only you’d have to know.”
Mia knew that the odds Dominic would go for any of her suggested plan were slim to none. She was mostly joking anyways, and she smirked over at him to show that she didn’t actually expect him to just let her go like that. Was worth floating the idea though, Mia figured. “Our little secret.”
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Cameron
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Dominic
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Cal
A hot date with a fish. Cal couldn't help but chuckle at Cameron's quick response to his joke, which she accentuated with an eye roll. Cameron was quiet for a moment though when Cal pointed out that she didn’t have to go, and he hoped it was because she was deciding to stay. Cal moved one of his hand from the blonde’s hip and trailed it down her leg, watching her intently. He smirked when her eyes flicked to his bed after he mentioned she could keep it warm for him. And when Cameron bit her lip, Cal squeezed her leg a little, holding his breath.
The tattooed man’s grin widened as Cameron agreed to stay in bed while he went for a snack. A jolt went through his body as she brushed her hand across his chest, and he turned to look at her as she settled into his bed. “It’s hard to leave you like that, but I’ll be right back.” Cal said, his eyes roaming over Cam’s form. He laughed a little when she said his bed was more comfortable.
“Well, you don’t have to use yours...” Cal replied, leaning over towards Cameron. She looked beautiful, her hair splaying out on his pillow a little, and Cal’s gaze traveled to her lips, resting on them for a moment. It would be so easy to just close the gap between them and kiss her again...
Before he knew it, Cal was moving closer to Cam, and it was only when he was close enough to smell the scent of her shampoo that he realized what he was doing and stopped. Cal was inches from Cameron, and he bit his lip, summoning all the self control he could. With a deep breath, Cal closed his eyes and pulled away from Cameron, clearing his throat a little. “Don’t go anywhere...” He said, sliding out of the bed and making his way to the door. He looked back at Cameron once more before, shooting her a grin as he opened the door. “Seriously though.” Cal added before exiting his room and shutting the door behind him.
Once in the safety of the empty hall, Cal cursed a little under his breath. He didn’t know why Cameron made him lose control, but he had slipped a little when he almost kissed her moments ago. His job was all about control, so he needed to do better to maintain it. Giving himself a pep talk, Cal went down the stairs quickly. Though even as he was trying to convince himself that he needed to keep it together around Cameron, Cal was trying to get back to her as soon as possible.
Usually it was rare to see Cal without a snack in hand, but the past day or so he’d been without something to munch on. His stomach was starting to rumble now that he was in the kitchen looking for something to satisfy his craving. Looking through the cabinets, Cal grabbed a couple bags of chips, and a sleeve of Oreos. He should have clarified if Cameron wanted anything, so just in case he got enough to bring her back some snacks too. Making a pit stop at the fridge, Cal also grabbed two water bottles.
Juggling the drinks and snacks in his arms, Cal took the steps two at a time to get back to his room. Picturing Cameron in his bed made him wonder why he was stupid enough to leave in the first place.
The tattooed man’s grin widened as Cameron agreed to stay in bed while he went for a snack. A jolt went through his body as she brushed her hand across his chest, and he turned to look at her as she settled into his bed. “It’s hard to leave you like that, but I’ll be right back.” Cal said, his eyes roaming over Cam’s form. He laughed a little when she said his bed was more comfortable.
“Well, you don’t have to use yours...” Cal replied, leaning over towards Cameron. She looked beautiful, her hair splaying out on his pillow a little, and Cal’s gaze traveled to her lips, resting on them for a moment. It would be so easy to just close the gap between them and kiss her again...
Before he knew it, Cal was moving closer to Cam, and it was only when he was close enough to smell the scent of her shampoo that he realized what he was doing and stopped. Cal was inches from Cameron, and he bit his lip, summoning all the self control he could. With a deep breath, Cal closed his eyes and pulled away from Cameron, clearing his throat a little. “Don’t go anywhere...” He said, sliding out of the bed and making his way to the door. He looked back at Cameron once more before, shooting her a grin as he opened the door. “Seriously though.” Cal added before exiting his room and shutting the door behind him.
Once in the safety of the empty hall, Cal cursed a little under his breath. He didn’t know why Cameron made him lose control, but he had slipped a little when he almost kissed her moments ago. His job was all about control, so he needed to do better to maintain it. Giving himself a pep talk, Cal went down the stairs quickly. Though even as he was trying to convince himself that he needed to keep it together around Cameron, Cal was trying to get back to her as soon as possible.
Usually it was rare to see Cal without a snack in hand, but the past day or so he’d been without something to munch on. His stomach was starting to rumble now that he was in the kitchen looking for something to satisfy his craving. Looking through the cabinets, Cal grabbed a couple bags of chips, and a sleeve of Oreos. He should have clarified if Cameron wanted anything, so just in case he got enough to bring her back some snacks too. Making a pit stop at the fridge, Cal also grabbed two water bottles.
Juggling the drinks and snacks in his arms, Cal took the steps two at a time to get back to his room. Picturing Cameron in his bed made him wonder why he was stupid enough to leave in the first place.
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Mia
After floating the idea of disappearing somewhere in Kansas, Mia turned her attention back towards the water. She was brave enough to bring up the idea of Dominic letting her go, but she didn't want to look at him when he rejected her plan. With her gaze on the water, and Dominic's silent steps towards her, Mia didn't realize he'd moved closer until his arms were wrapping around her waist.
Inhaling a little at his touch, Mia stiffened for a moment- the simultaneous instinct to flee and the desire to stay, clashing. But when Dom brought his head next to hers, resting it on her shoulder, Mia let out her breath and relaxed a little against him. He was warm, and even if Dominic was the reason she was on the island, his embrace still felt comforting. Surely Mia could allow herself to enjoy just a moment of comfort from an old friend.
It was always hard to predict how Dominic would react to anything, but Dominic's concern for her happiness, true or feigned, surprised Mia a little. Though his objection to her opening a flower stand, rather than to her moving to Kansas or marrying a farmer, negated any brownie points he might have earned. She sighed, shaking her head gently. "You know Dom, some people do find happiness in acts that make others happy too... Sure, farm life isn't ideal, but I wanted to sell roses and lilies even before this trip to the island disrupted everything." Mia replied, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, but making no attempts to break away from Dominic. Not yet at least.
Considering that Dominic's livelihood often traded other people's unhappiness for his own happiness, Mia wouldn't get on a soapbox and start preaching morals to make him see the light. It wasn't necessarily the heir's fault that he'd been born into the life he was. Dom just hadn't really done anything to get out of it. Not that he even could as the Don's son... the Don's only son now. Mia's brows furrowed a little as she considered Dominic's last question.
"You know... if you'd just asked me to come here with you, who knows. Maybe I could've been happy here." Mia admitted, glancing down at Dominic's arms around her for a moment. Her blurry memories from the bar reminded her that she had been flirting with Dominic before he revealed his true intentions. 24 hours ago that naiive Mia likely would have happily taken Dominic up on having the time of their lives on the island, as Dom put it. Sure she would have made him work for it first, but Mia'd be lying to herself if she pretended that Dominic didn't have any effect on her.
Mia turned her head to the side a little to glance at Dominic. The light fell perfectly on his features, and the brunette's gaze trailed from Dom's dark eyes, down along his perfect profile. Fuck. He looked so handsome in this moment that it almost hurt Mia to resist him. Especially when she was already in his arms.
"Buuuut," Mia sighed, tilting her head back to lean on Dominic as she turned to look up at the darkening sky, "You didn't ask. So now I have to move to Kansas if I have any hope of being happy." She finished, resuming the teasing nature of the conversation, too scared to let it progress seriously. "If Cameron doesn't know how to knit, I'm sure someone there does." She added with a small smile.
Inhaling a little at his touch, Mia stiffened for a moment- the simultaneous instinct to flee and the desire to stay, clashing. But when Dom brought his head next to hers, resting it on her shoulder, Mia let out her breath and relaxed a little against him. He was warm, and even if Dominic was the reason she was on the island, his embrace still felt comforting. Surely Mia could allow herself to enjoy just a moment of comfort from an old friend.
It was always hard to predict how Dominic would react to anything, but Dominic's concern for her happiness, true or feigned, surprised Mia a little. Though his objection to her opening a flower stand, rather than to her moving to Kansas or marrying a farmer, negated any brownie points he might have earned. She sighed, shaking her head gently. "You know Dom, some people do find happiness in acts that make others happy too... Sure, farm life isn't ideal, but I wanted to sell roses and lilies even before this trip to the island disrupted everything." Mia replied, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, but making no attempts to break away from Dominic. Not yet at least.
Considering that Dominic's livelihood often traded other people's unhappiness for his own happiness, Mia wouldn't get on a soapbox and start preaching morals to make him see the light. It wasn't necessarily the heir's fault that he'd been born into the life he was. Dom just hadn't really done anything to get out of it. Not that he even could as the Don's son... the Don's only son now. Mia's brows furrowed a little as she considered Dominic's last question.
"You know... if you'd just asked me to come here with you, who knows. Maybe I could've been happy here." Mia admitted, glancing down at Dominic's arms around her for a moment. Her blurry memories from the bar reminded her that she had been flirting with Dominic before he revealed his true intentions. 24 hours ago that naiive Mia likely would have happily taken Dominic up on having the time of their lives on the island, as Dom put it. Sure she would have made him work for it first, but Mia'd be lying to herself if she pretended that Dominic didn't have any effect on her.
Mia turned her head to the side a little to glance at Dominic. The light fell perfectly on his features, and the brunette's gaze trailed from Dom's dark eyes, down along his perfect profile. Fuck. He looked so handsome in this moment that it almost hurt Mia to resist him. Especially when she was already in his arms.
"Buuuut," Mia sighed, tilting her head back to lean on Dominic as she turned to look up at the darkening sky, "You didn't ask. So now I have to move to Kansas if I have any hope of being happy." She finished, resuming the teasing nature of the conversation, too scared to let it progress seriously. "If Cameron doesn't know how to knit, I'm sure someone there does." She added with a small smile.
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Cal
Cal’s reason for not kissing Cameron, despite how enticingly delicious she looked there on his bed, was two-fold. Firstly, it was to maintain control of himself. Even if Cameron was turning into his favorite assignment, she was still part of his job. If he was already falling under her spell and losing himself to lust, then it was only a slippery slope before she could use that to her advantage. He needed to stay on top of his urges if he wanted to have his cake and eat it too.
Secondly, Cal was dancing a fine line of consent already with the beautiful blonde. Sure she was in his shirt, in his bed, and promising to keep it warm... but she was still on the island against her will. Cal didn’t want to blur any lines by kissing Cameron without permission, (though one could have argued that Cameron didn’t seem to be protesting their closeness) and risk making her uncomfortable. No matter how badly he wanted to taste her lips again.
And so, Cal tore himself away from Cameron, mustering all the self control he could to leave a half naked woman alone in his room. His shirt barely covered past her hips when she laid down, and those legs of hers... fuck. Cal’s trip downstairs had been quick for a reason.
When he returned to his room, Cal was relieved to see that Cameron hadn’t runaway, but was disappointed to see she’d covered herself up with the comforter. Overall, still a win though, especially noticing the smile she gave him. Laughing at how excited Cameron was over the Oreos, Cal handed them over to her.
“Had I known all it would take to change your mind about this place was Oreos, I would have led with those.” Cal teased, opening a bag of chips for himself after setting the other snacks on the desk. He remained standing for the moment, leaning against the table as he popped chips into his mouth.
Had it been anyone else eating Oreos in his bed, Cal would have made them get out for fear of crumbs. But since he’d worked so hard to get Cameron in his sheets to begin with, he’d overlook the risk. He watched silently for a few moments as Cameron busied herself with the cookies, mindlessly eating his own snack rather quickly. The sooner he finished the chips, the sooner he could rejoin the blonde. If it wasn’t for the fear of his stomach growling in hunger and ruining the mood, Cal would have tossed the chips aside completely. So he ate hastily to satiate his hunger, instead imagining for the time being everything he’d like to do with the blonde.
Of course, Cal should have known it was a mistake to daydream about Cameron, because that only made him want her more. And the moment he found that his chip bag was empty, Cal tossed it in the trash and licked his fingers clean as he took a few steps over to the bed. He figured he’d given Cameron enough time to snack, and even if not, he wasn’t terribly remorseful for interrupting.
“Cameron...” Cal started, his voice serious but soft. Gazing down at Cam, he took the sleeve of Oreos from her hands, setting them on the nightstand without looking away from her. “I’ve tried to be a gentleman...” He continued, sitting on the edge of the bed beside Cameron, facing her. “So if this isn’t something you want...” Cal shifted his weight to one arm as he leaned closer to the blonde, his other hand brushing some of the hair from her face. “Now is the time to tell me.” The tattooed man finished, stopping inches from her face and biting his lip to hold himself back a few moments longer.
Cal wanted so badly to kiss her, just as he had before, but this time he’d make sure she knew what she was agreeing to if she stayed with him. There was no reason to beat around the bush anymore. Cal knew what he wanted, he just wanted to make sure Cameron knew what she wanted too. And if they wanted the same thing, well... A small smirk tugged at the corner of Cal’s mouth as his eyes traced Cameron’s lips, before trailing south.
Secondly, Cal was dancing a fine line of consent already with the beautiful blonde. Sure she was in his shirt, in his bed, and promising to keep it warm... but she was still on the island against her will. Cal didn’t want to blur any lines by kissing Cameron without permission, (though one could have argued that Cameron didn’t seem to be protesting their closeness) and risk making her uncomfortable. No matter how badly he wanted to taste her lips again.
And so, Cal tore himself away from Cameron, mustering all the self control he could to leave a half naked woman alone in his room. His shirt barely covered past her hips when she laid down, and those legs of hers... fuck. Cal’s trip downstairs had been quick for a reason.
When he returned to his room, Cal was relieved to see that Cameron hadn’t runaway, but was disappointed to see she’d covered herself up with the comforter. Overall, still a win though, especially noticing the smile she gave him. Laughing at how excited Cameron was over the Oreos, Cal handed them over to her.
“Had I known all it would take to change your mind about this place was Oreos, I would have led with those.” Cal teased, opening a bag of chips for himself after setting the other snacks on the desk. He remained standing for the moment, leaning against the table as he popped chips into his mouth.
Had it been anyone else eating Oreos in his bed, Cal would have made them get out for fear of crumbs. But since he’d worked so hard to get Cameron in his sheets to begin with, he’d overlook the risk. He watched silently for a few moments as Cameron busied herself with the cookies, mindlessly eating his own snack rather quickly. The sooner he finished the chips, the sooner he could rejoin the blonde. If it wasn’t for the fear of his stomach growling in hunger and ruining the mood, Cal would have tossed the chips aside completely. So he ate hastily to satiate his hunger, instead imagining for the time being everything he’d like to do with the blonde.
Of course, Cal should have known it was a mistake to daydream about Cameron, because that only made him want her more. And the moment he found that his chip bag was empty, Cal tossed it in the trash and licked his fingers clean as he took a few steps over to the bed. He figured he’d given Cameron enough time to snack, and even if not, he wasn’t terribly remorseful for interrupting.
“Cameron...” Cal started, his voice serious but soft. Gazing down at Cam, he took the sleeve of Oreos from her hands, setting them on the nightstand without looking away from her. “I’ve tried to be a gentleman...” He continued, sitting on the edge of the bed beside Cameron, facing her. “So if this isn’t something you want...” Cal shifted his weight to one arm as he leaned closer to the blonde, his other hand brushing some of the hair from her face. “Now is the time to tell me.” The tattooed man finished, stopping inches from her face and biting his lip to hold himself back a few moments longer.
Cal wanted so badly to kiss her, just as he had before, but this time he’d make sure she knew what she was agreeing to if she stayed with him. There was no reason to beat around the bush anymore. Cal knew what he wanted, he just wanted to make sure Cameron knew what she wanted too. And if they wanted the same thing, well... A small smirk tugged at the corner of Cal’s mouth as his eyes traced Cameron’s lips, before trailing south.
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Mia
Dominic’s hold on Mia tightened some, pressing her closer against his bare chest. The normal protest or attempt to wiggle out of his arms didn’t happen though. Instead Mia wondered what Dominic was thinking, trying to read what his body language meant. The tone of his voice was more serious that usual when he replied, which only made her wonder more about the inner workings of his mind. Was this seriousness because she hit a nerve and he was upset, or perhaps... guilty?
He was right of course that Mia would still be angry if he’d asked her to come once she found out why they were on the island. But at least it would have avoided the part of Dominic kidnapping and lying to her. Then Mia could just be mad at the situation and her father and it wouldn’t be as hard to forgive Dom. And her body so wanted to forgive him already. It was a peculiar feeling to prefer to be angry with her father, even if he was dead right now, than with Dominic. But maybe that was because the former was supposed to protect her and had instead betrayed her for his own desires, while Dom owed her nothing at all.
“True, but doesn’t really matter anyways. Can’t change the past.” Mia replied simply before changing to mood to be lighter. It was just safer to joke with Dominic. Well, usually it was.
The heir’s response, even if in jest, about Mia being allowed to go to Kansas only if he accompanied her caught her off guard. Before she could help it, the image of what a life with Dominic in Kansas would look like sprung to mind. In typical white picket fence fashion, her imaginary life played out much happier with the farm hick being replaced by Dominic. It’d be a simple life, but she’d have what she wanted- her flower shop, a cute house, Dominic and...
A low wave broke against the shore at the pair’s feet, and Mia pulled herself out of her day dream, returning to reality. Dom’s words about him managing to make her happy still hanging in the air. Mia searched for a snarky response, her lips parting a little to say something, but she was coming up short.
Why was it easy to imagine being happy in Kansas with Dominic, but she couldn’t let herself be happy with him on the island? Maybe Dominic wasn’t so much the problem after all. Maybe it was just the situation... She’d still be trapped in Kansas like she was on the island, just away from the reach of the mafia... That was it. The difference between the two scenarios. Here, Dominic was still very much apart of a beast Mia had hoped to escape her entire life, and in Kansas Mia imagined Dominic free of his ties to the mafia.
Before Mia could think of any response to his Kansas comment though, Dominic leaned in closer, whispering in her ear. Mia’s eyes shut, feeling his warm breath and knowing how close his lips were to her skin. A shiver ran down her spine and she melted a little in his arms. Mia expected Dominic to make a sly or suggestive comment, maybe even hoped he would, but he didn’t. Instead he asked her the most dangerous question yet, and Mia’s eyes snapped back open as her stomach did flips.
Her happiness. Dominic had been awfully concerned about that subject the last few minutes, perhaps even more than Mia was herself at the moment. The last few mentions of it though had been in relation to her happiness with him specifically though. Was Dominic’s guilt getting the best of him, and he was contrite for what he’d done? Though even if he was feeling bad and was trying to fix his mistake of upsetting her, it didn’t explain why she needed to be happy with him. In every each scenario of her potential future, Dominic included himself. Would she be happy with him on the island? With him in Kansas? And now, could she just be happy with him in general?
Maybe Mia would have put two and two together if she’d been able to step back and observe the line of questioning from afar, but as it were, she was too close to the matter. Much too close. Mia turned her body in Dominic’s arms a little, pulling her face away from his so that she could study him for a moment. Her mind raced trying to answer his question, but her heart raced faster, already knowing the truth. It was the latter that won, and before Mia even realized she had formulated a response, she heard her own voice.
“With you...” Mia replied quietly, her dark eyes meeting his blue ones, “...yes.” It was not the answer she wanted to give him- Mia was still angry and hurt- but it was the honest answer. At least in this moment. “But with the Don’s heir...” She added, her brow furrowing as she shook her head slightly. “I don’t know...”
He was right of course that Mia would still be angry if he’d asked her to come once she found out why they were on the island. But at least it would have avoided the part of Dominic kidnapping and lying to her. Then Mia could just be mad at the situation and her father and it wouldn’t be as hard to forgive Dom. And her body so wanted to forgive him already. It was a peculiar feeling to prefer to be angry with her father, even if he was dead right now, than with Dominic. But maybe that was because the former was supposed to protect her and had instead betrayed her for his own desires, while Dom owed her nothing at all.
“True, but doesn’t really matter anyways. Can’t change the past.” Mia replied simply before changing to mood to be lighter. It was just safer to joke with Dominic. Well, usually it was.
The heir’s response, even if in jest, about Mia being allowed to go to Kansas only if he accompanied her caught her off guard. Before she could help it, the image of what a life with Dominic in Kansas would look like sprung to mind. In typical white picket fence fashion, her imaginary life played out much happier with the farm hick being replaced by Dominic. It’d be a simple life, but she’d have what she wanted- her flower shop, a cute house, Dominic and...
A low wave broke against the shore at the pair’s feet, and Mia pulled herself out of her day dream, returning to reality. Dom’s words about him managing to make her happy still hanging in the air. Mia searched for a snarky response, her lips parting a little to say something, but she was coming up short.
Why was it easy to imagine being happy in Kansas with Dominic, but she couldn’t let herself be happy with him on the island? Maybe Dominic wasn’t so much the problem after all. Maybe it was just the situation... She’d still be trapped in Kansas like she was on the island, just away from the reach of the mafia... That was it. The difference between the two scenarios. Here, Dominic was still very much apart of a beast Mia had hoped to escape her entire life, and in Kansas Mia imagined Dominic free of his ties to the mafia.
Before Mia could think of any response to his Kansas comment though, Dominic leaned in closer, whispering in her ear. Mia’s eyes shut, feeling his warm breath and knowing how close his lips were to her skin. A shiver ran down her spine and she melted a little in his arms. Mia expected Dominic to make a sly or suggestive comment, maybe even hoped he would, but he didn’t. Instead he asked her the most dangerous question yet, and Mia’s eyes snapped back open as her stomach did flips.
Her happiness. Dominic had been awfully concerned about that subject the last few minutes, perhaps even more than Mia was herself at the moment. The last few mentions of it though had been in relation to her happiness with him specifically though. Was Dominic’s guilt getting the best of him, and he was contrite for what he’d done? Though even if he was feeling bad and was trying to fix his mistake of upsetting her, it didn’t explain why she needed to be happy with him. In every each scenario of her potential future, Dominic included himself. Would she be happy with him on the island? With him in Kansas? And now, could she just be happy with him in general?
Maybe Mia would have put two and two together if she’d been able to step back and observe the line of questioning from afar, but as it were, she was too close to the matter. Much too close. Mia turned her body in Dominic’s arms a little, pulling her face away from his so that she could study him for a moment. Her mind raced trying to answer his question, but her heart raced faster, already knowing the truth. It was the latter that won, and before Mia even realized she had formulated a response, she heard her own voice.
“With you...” Mia replied quietly, her dark eyes meeting his blue ones, “...yes.” It was not the answer she wanted to give him- Mia was still angry and hurt- but it was the honest answer. At least in this moment. “But with the Don’s heir...” She added, her brow furrowing as she shook her head slightly. “I don’t know...”
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❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Cameron
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Dominic
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Cal
Cameron’s voice was practically a squeak when she echoed “a gentleman”, and Cal knew that he was having an affect on her. He wanted to kiss her right away, to push her back onto the bed and make her his. But Cal waited for her answer, biting the inside of his mouth to stay in control. He prayed silently that she’d agree to stay, not wanting to be tested by having to watch her walk away from him.
As he brushed some blonde strands out of her face so he could see her bright blue eyes better, Cal noticed her leaning into his touch, and took that as a good sign. He held his breath when she began to speak, and the sensation of her fingers brushing along his jaws and lips was tantalizing. Before Cameron had even finished saying the word “stay”, Cal was closing what little remained of the gap between them. The end of her sentence, being muffled by his lips against hers.
Their first kiss, or kisses, might have started innocently enough, without any intention of leading to more. But this kiss... this kiss promised to be anything but innocent. Cal’s hand found its way to the nape of Cameron’s neck, his mouth pressing hard against hers as he enjoyed the taste of her sweet lips. Shifting his position on the bed, Cal used one hand to prop himself up while he used his grip on the blonde’s neck to lowered her back onto the pillows.
The tattooed man leaned over the beautiful girl in his bed, his mouth breaking away from hers to brush along the soft skin of her cheek until he found the tender areas of Cameron’s warm neck. Cal breathed in her scent, his hand simultaneously trailing from her neck down to her thigh beneath the covers, exploring all of her curves along the way. Tracing his finger tips along Cameron’s leg where the hem of his shirt met her skin, he brought his face back to hers, gently resting his forehead against her forehead.
Cal was breathing hard, but he smirked at her flushed cheeks and parted lips. “As good as you look in my shirt,” he growled a little, his hand beginning to slide back up Cameron’s body, this time beneath the tee along her bare skin. “... I think it’ll look even better on the floor.” Cal added, gazing intently at the blonde.
His lips hovered just above hers, teasingly, tempting her to steal the kiss if she wanted it badly enough. As his hand slid upwards, he brought the hem of the shirt up too, until it rested around her shoulders, exposing the body that was hidden beneath. Cal would completely remove the shirt when they shifted to the next position, but for now, it’d remain.
Moving his attention lower, Cal’s mouth, hands and body began to pleasure, enjoy and claim the newly exposed territory...
As he brushed some blonde strands out of her face so he could see her bright blue eyes better, Cal noticed her leaning into his touch, and took that as a good sign. He held his breath when she began to speak, and the sensation of her fingers brushing along his jaws and lips was tantalizing. Before Cameron had even finished saying the word “stay”, Cal was closing what little remained of the gap between them. The end of her sentence, being muffled by his lips against hers.
Their first kiss, or kisses, might have started innocently enough, without any intention of leading to more. But this kiss... this kiss promised to be anything but innocent. Cal’s hand found its way to the nape of Cameron’s neck, his mouth pressing hard against hers as he enjoyed the taste of her sweet lips. Shifting his position on the bed, Cal used one hand to prop himself up while he used his grip on the blonde’s neck to lowered her back onto the pillows.
The tattooed man leaned over the beautiful girl in his bed, his mouth breaking away from hers to brush along the soft skin of her cheek until he found the tender areas of Cameron’s warm neck. Cal breathed in her scent, his hand simultaneously trailing from her neck down to her thigh beneath the covers, exploring all of her curves along the way. Tracing his finger tips along Cameron’s leg where the hem of his shirt met her skin, he brought his face back to hers, gently resting his forehead against her forehead.
Cal was breathing hard, but he smirked at her flushed cheeks and parted lips. “As good as you look in my shirt,” he growled a little, his hand beginning to slide back up Cameron’s body, this time beneath the tee along her bare skin. “... I think it’ll look even better on the floor.” Cal added, gazing intently at the blonde.
His lips hovered just above hers, teasingly, tempting her to steal the kiss if she wanted it badly enough. As his hand slid upwards, he brought the hem of the shirt up too, until it rested around her shoulders, exposing the body that was hidden beneath. Cal would completely remove the shirt when they shifted to the next position, but for now, it’d remain.
Moving his attention lower, Cal’s mouth, hands and body began to pleasure, enjoy and claim the newly exposed territory...
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Mia
Mia sighed, feeling a little guilty when she heard the sad note in Dominic’s voice and saw his expression darken. She knew she shouldn’t feel bad for telling the truth about how she felt, but still. Making Dominic mad didn’t bother her when she was being difficult on purpose, but she didn’t like making him sad. Even if he was the one to open Pandora’s box.
“I know you are.” Mia replied, well aware that she couldn’t have Dominic without also getting the heir. She’d known that was the case since she was 16 when she’d heard the news that Casey had been killed.
Dominic wasn’t breaking anything to her now. Her heart had broken 6 years ago when she realized she could never have a future with the friend she’d developed a crush on in her teenage years. Dominic had suddenly been forced down a life path when he became the Don’s new heir that Mia didn’t want to be a part of. And so, before she was even old enough to tell Dominic how she felt without their age difference being an issue, Mia made the decision to bury all the feelings she had for him. They could be friends, but nothing more, and after a couple years of Dominic’s new role, they really weren’t even friends anymore.
Mia had come to terms with everything a while ago, so rather than hurting, it was kind of a relief to finally indirectly admit to Dominic how she felt. Her cards were on the table, and with feelings and the pursuit of happiness out of the way, maybe she’d feel less conflicted about her feelings of lust.
When Dominic released her and moved away, Mia opened her mouth, wanting to say something to prevent a repeat of earlier in his room when things got too serious and he pushed her away. Luckily, Mia didn’t have to say anything before Dominic recovered quickly and shifted the mood himself.
Relieved to see Dom’s grin return, Mia laughed a little as Dominic tugged her into the water. “Yeah, I can swim, but wait, wait, wait...!” She protested, trying to dig her feet into the sand to slow Dominic down. “We didn’t bring towels or anything,” Mia squealed a little.
The brunette’s efforts to avoid getting wet were of little use though, and her shorts were soon soaked by the waves. Scowling playfully, Mia splashed water at Dominic to even things out since he had 7” on her and wasn’t as deep comparatively.
“I don’t imagine sweatpants are particularly water friendly either.” She pointed out teasingly, giving Dominic a once over.
Going for a dip did have its benefits though, Mia admitted to herself, distracted by the water glistening on Dom’s abs for a moment. The water was warm. And at least Dom was still in a good mood. She could put up with wet jeans for a few minutes at least.
“I know you are.” Mia replied, well aware that she couldn’t have Dominic without also getting the heir. She’d known that was the case since she was 16 when she’d heard the news that Casey had been killed.
Dominic wasn’t breaking anything to her now. Her heart had broken 6 years ago when she realized she could never have a future with the friend she’d developed a crush on in her teenage years. Dominic had suddenly been forced down a life path when he became the Don’s new heir that Mia didn’t want to be a part of. And so, before she was even old enough to tell Dominic how she felt without their age difference being an issue, Mia made the decision to bury all the feelings she had for him. They could be friends, but nothing more, and after a couple years of Dominic’s new role, they really weren’t even friends anymore.
Mia had come to terms with everything a while ago, so rather than hurting, it was kind of a relief to finally indirectly admit to Dominic how she felt. Her cards were on the table, and with feelings and the pursuit of happiness out of the way, maybe she’d feel less conflicted about her feelings of lust.
When Dominic released her and moved away, Mia opened her mouth, wanting to say something to prevent a repeat of earlier in his room when things got too serious and he pushed her away. Luckily, Mia didn’t have to say anything before Dominic recovered quickly and shifted the mood himself.
Relieved to see Dom’s grin return, Mia laughed a little as Dominic tugged her into the water. “Yeah, I can swim, but wait, wait, wait...!” She protested, trying to dig her feet into the sand to slow Dominic down. “We didn’t bring towels or anything,” Mia squealed a little.
The brunette’s efforts to avoid getting wet were of little use though, and her shorts were soon soaked by the waves. Scowling playfully, Mia splashed water at Dominic to even things out since he had 7” on her and wasn’t as deep comparatively.
“I don’t imagine sweatpants are particularly water friendly either.” She pointed out teasingly, giving Dominic a once over.
Going for a dip did have its benefits though, Mia admitted to herself, distracted by the water glistening on Dom’s abs for a moment. The water was warm. And at least Dom was still in a good mood. She could put up with wet jeans for a few minutes at least.
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apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Cameron
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Dominic
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Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Cal
Cameron's moan against Cal's lips in response to his kiss set him on fire. In this moment, the blonde consumed his thoughts and desires. There was no island, no assignment, no thoughts of repercussion. There was only Cameron, her lips, her body... And her moans. Cal intended to elicit more of those.
The blonde's touch sent electricity jolting through Cal's body. Her kisses stole the air from his lungs. And her beating heart assured him that she was his- at least right now. Right now was all that mattered anyways.
Cameron closed the gap Cal had intentionally left between them, capturing his mouth with her sweet one. He smirked against her kiss, pleased that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. When Cam pulled him down to her again, he considered it the final green light that he could take things further with her. And so he did, with great pleasure and satisfaction.
By the time Cal and Cameron's bodies separated, the tattooed man was breathless and drained, but entirely content. He felt Cameron move beside him, and he glanced over, meeting her smile and the gaze of her blue eyes. Typically, Cal would have already been pulling his clothes back on and leaving the still heavily breathing woman in bed alone. But here, now... Cal made no move to escape. Even if it was his room, he could always make up an excuse to go downstairs or to the bathroom. But he didn’t want to.
Cal smirked a little when Cameron was at a loss for words, and he brushed a stray hair out of her flushed face. “Mmhmm...” He hummed shifting his arm out of the way to make room for Cameron as she cuddled closer. Cal had never been much for cuddling, if he’d ever cuddled at all, seeing it as more of an affectionate end to his purely physical desires. There’d been no woman in his life that he’d had feelings for, at least not since he’d left his identity as Nathaniel behind. Though, it wasn’t like Cal was admitting he had feelings for Cam by not running for the hills when she laid her head on his chest.
Feelings or no feelings, Cal wrapped his arm around Cameron as she laid on his chest without protest. It was nice for once to just enjoy her company after being intimate, instead of feeling the need to disappear and shower off his latest mistake. His fingers traced her soft, warm skin absentmindedly, and his smirk turned into a smile when she finally decided that what they’d done was incredible.
Glancing down at the beautiful blonde in his arms, Cal saw her eyes close, her long lashes resting softly against her cheeks. He wondered for a moment if she’d fallen asleep, or if she was just relaxed, not wanting to bother her with conversation if the former.
“Yeah, not bad...” He replied quietly, jokingly echoing his earlier response to their kiss. If Cam was awake she’d surely have something to say about his teasing. Though, if that didn’t rouse her, there was one more option...
Careful not to disturb the resting blonde, Cal reached over to the nightstand with his free hand and grabbed a couple Oreos. Popping one in his mouth, he gently set the other one on top of Cam’s hand that rested on his stomach. She’d at least have a snack waiting for her when she awoke, he figured. Laying his head back on the pillow, Cal let his eyes close as he finished eating his Oreo.
The blonde's touch sent electricity jolting through Cal's body. Her kisses stole the air from his lungs. And her beating heart assured him that she was his- at least right now. Right now was all that mattered anyways.
Cameron closed the gap Cal had intentionally left between them, capturing his mouth with her sweet one. He smirked against her kiss, pleased that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. When Cam pulled him down to her again, he considered it the final green light that he could take things further with her. And so he did, with great pleasure and satisfaction.
By the time Cal and Cameron's bodies separated, the tattooed man was breathless and drained, but entirely content. He felt Cameron move beside him, and he glanced over, meeting her smile and the gaze of her blue eyes. Typically, Cal would have already been pulling his clothes back on and leaving the still heavily breathing woman in bed alone. But here, now... Cal made no move to escape. Even if it was his room, he could always make up an excuse to go downstairs or to the bathroom. But he didn’t want to.
Cal smirked a little when Cameron was at a loss for words, and he brushed a stray hair out of her flushed face. “Mmhmm...” He hummed shifting his arm out of the way to make room for Cameron as she cuddled closer. Cal had never been much for cuddling, if he’d ever cuddled at all, seeing it as more of an affectionate end to his purely physical desires. There’d been no woman in his life that he’d had feelings for, at least not since he’d left his identity as Nathaniel behind. Though, it wasn’t like Cal was admitting he had feelings for Cam by not running for the hills when she laid her head on his chest.
Feelings or no feelings, Cal wrapped his arm around Cameron as she laid on his chest without protest. It was nice for once to just enjoy her company after being intimate, instead of feeling the need to disappear and shower off his latest mistake. His fingers traced her soft, warm skin absentmindedly, and his smirk turned into a smile when she finally decided that what they’d done was incredible.
Glancing down at the beautiful blonde in his arms, Cal saw her eyes close, her long lashes resting softly against her cheeks. He wondered for a moment if she’d fallen asleep, or if she was just relaxed, not wanting to bother her with conversation if the former.
“Yeah, not bad...” He replied quietly, jokingly echoing his earlier response to their kiss. If Cam was awake she’d surely have something to say about his teasing. Though, if that didn’t rouse her, there was one more option...
Careful not to disturb the resting blonde, Cal reached over to the nightstand with his free hand and grabbed a couple Oreos. Popping one in his mouth, he gently set the other one on top of Cam’s hand that rested on his stomach. She’d at least have a snack waiting for her when she awoke, he figured. Laying his head back on the pillow, Cal let his eyes close as he finished eating his Oreo.
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Mia
Mia ignored Don’s comment about running around naked. He was halfway there already, and it was hard enough for Mia to resist temptation as it was. Safer not to entertain the thought of him wearing any less. Still, she couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of the muscular man playing in the waves. That is, until Dominic called her out for it.
Her cheeks flushed a little when Dom asked if she liked what she saw and bit his lip. Mia couldn’t deny that she did, but Dom’s question seemed more rhetorical rather than requiring an answer. Not that Mia had the opportunity to say anything anyways. Dominic used his well-toned body to his advantage and Mia fell for the distraction tactic. Letting her guard down for a moment, Mia could only put her hands up to shield her face from the wave Dom sent her way. She gasped a little, now soaked even more, and took a couple steps back from the force of the water.
By the time she lowered her hands and opened her eyes to look for Dom, he was already upon her and pinning her arms to prevent any further splashes. “Not fair!” Mia protested, trying to free her arms. Her attempt to escape was forgotten though when Dom picked her up and spun around. Mia couldn’t help but laugh along with Dominic, enjoying the levity of the moment. She clumsily tried to help steady Dominic when he set her down, noticing that he had made himself dizzy, but it was of little use as they both ended up falling into the water together.
“You goof!” Mia replied, rolling her eyes when he blamed her for them almost drowning. “I’d say you brought that upon us yourself...” She added, shaking her head but unable to help but smile at Don’s antics as they did their best to stay above the water.
Mia’s smile faltered a little when Dominic pulled her closer to him again, their proximity making her breath catch a little. The water was warm, but Dominic was warmer and Mia didn’t mind it. She actually rather enjoyed it. Her typical instinct to pull away must have been subdued by the fun she’d actually been having, and Mia reflexively leaned her head into Dom’s hand a bit when he moved some of her hair. Her dark eyes met his green ones, and she bit her lip when he asked what she wanted to do.
What did she want to do? Or rather, what did she want to do that she could do? If leaving the island wasn’t an option, what was the next best thing? Mia’s gaze lowered from the heir’s eyes to his mouth for a moment, and her pulse quickened. Her heart and mind had denied her desire to accept his advances before, but in this moment she couldn’t think of anything she wanted beyond the dark haired man who held her in his arms now. She was curious, at the very least, what kissing him would be like. Or rather, what kissing him sober and consenting would be like...
Mia’s mind was still mulling over whether or not she should, when her body moved on its own accord and she closed the final few inches between their faces. Closing her eyes, Mia’s lips pressed gently against Dom’s as she melted against him.
Dominic’s kiss at the bar had come as a surprise and was over before Mia even had time to react, but this kiss... This kiss was Mia’s choice. In this singular moment she had control and it was nice to feel something different. Something other than being trapped. The kiss provided a momentary escape from reality. A momentary sense of bliss and a blindness to her world that was crashing down around her.
Dom’s lips were soft and a little salty from the spray of the seawater. But Mia’s lips quickly wiped away the ocean’s taste as she deepened the kiss, caught up in the fleeting sensation of freedom that it provided. Perhaps the same sensation could have been achieved by kissing anyone, and Dom just happened to be the most convenient, and only, option. But as Mia’s hands slid up Dom’s firm chest and around his neck, she only thought about the dark haired man and gave him all the credit.
This was the kiss sixteen year old Mia had wanted but decided to give up on. It was both exhilarating to finally give into to her desires, and painful to tempt the old feelings for Dom with hopeless notions. The exhilaration began the kiss, but the threat of pain ended it before it went any further.
As Mia finally pulled away from Dom and opened her eyes, they were filled with mixed emotions. She glanced at Dom for a moment, as the realization of what she’d just done, and who she’d just kissed, caught up with her. In the moment it had been easy to disregard any consequences, but now as the waves crashed around them, Mia was reminded that the kiss didn’t happen in a vacuum. To prevent things from becoming complicated, Mia raised her hand and covered Dominic’s mouth gently before he could break the silence.
“I don’t want you saying anything that will make me regret that.” Mia warned, a little teasingly. Dominic had a knack for ruining things with his suggestive comments or playboy ways, and Mia didn’t want to smack him so soon after kissing him. She didn’t regret it, even if she should, and she wanted to keep that one moment with Dominic as a good memory to hang onto. With her fate out of her hands, Mia wasn’t sure how many good moments were left ahead.
Her cheeks flushed a little when Dom asked if she liked what she saw and bit his lip. Mia couldn’t deny that she did, but Dom’s question seemed more rhetorical rather than requiring an answer. Not that Mia had the opportunity to say anything anyways. Dominic used his well-toned body to his advantage and Mia fell for the distraction tactic. Letting her guard down for a moment, Mia could only put her hands up to shield her face from the wave Dom sent her way. She gasped a little, now soaked even more, and took a couple steps back from the force of the water.
By the time she lowered her hands and opened her eyes to look for Dom, he was already upon her and pinning her arms to prevent any further splashes. “Not fair!” Mia protested, trying to free her arms. Her attempt to escape was forgotten though when Dom picked her up and spun around. Mia couldn’t help but laugh along with Dominic, enjoying the levity of the moment. She clumsily tried to help steady Dominic when he set her down, noticing that he had made himself dizzy, but it was of little use as they both ended up falling into the water together.
“You goof!” Mia replied, rolling her eyes when he blamed her for them almost drowning. “I’d say you brought that upon us yourself...” She added, shaking her head but unable to help but smile at Don’s antics as they did their best to stay above the water.
Mia’s smile faltered a little when Dominic pulled her closer to him again, their proximity making her breath catch a little. The water was warm, but Dominic was warmer and Mia didn’t mind it. She actually rather enjoyed it. Her typical instinct to pull away must have been subdued by the fun she’d actually been having, and Mia reflexively leaned her head into Dom’s hand a bit when he moved some of her hair. Her dark eyes met his green ones, and she bit her lip when he asked what she wanted to do.
What did she want to do? Or rather, what did she want to do that she could do? If leaving the island wasn’t an option, what was the next best thing? Mia’s gaze lowered from the heir’s eyes to his mouth for a moment, and her pulse quickened. Her heart and mind had denied her desire to accept his advances before, but in this moment she couldn’t think of anything she wanted beyond the dark haired man who held her in his arms now. She was curious, at the very least, what kissing him would be like. Or rather, what kissing him sober and consenting would be like...
Mia’s mind was still mulling over whether or not she should, when her body moved on its own accord and she closed the final few inches between their faces. Closing her eyes, Mia’s lips pressed gently against Dom’s as she melted against him.
Dominic’s kiss at the bar had come as a surprise and was over before Mia even had time to react, but this kiss... This kiss was Mia’s choice. In this singular moment she had control and it was nice to feel something different. Something other than being trapped. The kiss provided a momentary escape from reality. A momentary sense of bliss and a blindness to her world that was crashing down around her.
Dom’s lips were soft and a little salty from the spray of the seawater. But Mia’s lips quickly wiped away the ocean’s taste as she deepened the kiss, caught up in the fleeting sensation of freedom that it provided. Perhaps the same sensation could have been achieved by kissing anyone, and Dom just happened to be the most convenient, and only, option. But as Mia’s hands slid up Dom’s firm chest and around his neck, she only thought about the dark haired man and gave him all the credit.
This was the kiss sixteen year old Mia had wanted but decided to give up on. It was both exhilarating to finally give into to her desires, and painful to tempt the old feelings for Dom with hopeless notions. The exhilaration began the kiss, but the threat of pain ended it before it went any further.
As Mia finally pulled away from Dom and opened her eyes, they were filled with mixed emotions. She glanced at Dom for a moment, as the realization of what she’d just done, and who she’d just kissed, caught up with her. In the moment it had been easy to disregard any consequences, but now as the waves crashed around them, Mia was reminded that the kiss didn’t happen in a vacuum. To prevent things from becoming complicated, Mia raised her hand and covered Dominic’s mouth gently before he could break the silence.
“I don’t want you saying anything that will make me regret that.” Mia warned, a little teasingly. Dominic had a knack for ruining things with his suggestive comments or playboy ways, and Mia didn’t want to smack him so soon after kissing him. She didn’t regret it, even if she should, and she wanted to keep that one moment with Dominic as a good memory to hang onto. With her fate out of her hands, Mia wasn’t sure how many good moments were left ahead.
nine lives
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Cameron
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Dominic
nine lives
Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Cal
You truly know the way to my heart. Cam’s sentiment earned a pleased smirk from Cal, his experiment to see if she was awake or not proving successful. “Figured after our endeavors you might want a snack...” Cal replied, watching Cam tilt the cookie onto his toned stomach before picking it up. He shrugged at her question about crumbs only. Cam had earned her get out of crumb jail free card, for the night at least.
“This place must have a washer and dryer...” Cal replied, before raising an eyebrow a little at her follow up questions about crumbs on him. “And I can shower, if you don’t take care of the crumbs for me...” He joked, trailing his hand down to her side and giving her a teasing squeeze. He popped another cookie into his mouth, as if to prove she shouldn’t worry about the crumbs.
While the Oreos were good to hold him over for now, and prolong the time he could enjoy having a beautiful woman in his arms, eventually they’d have to figure out something for dinner. And to drink- Cal could use one or two of those as well. The sky through the window was starting to darken as the colorful hues of the sunset were slipping into night. The jet lag was making it difficult to tell what time it was, or even felt like, but the sooner they acclimated to island time, the better.
Cal looked back towards Cameron as she finally ate her cookie, and he grinned a little, grabbing another to offer her. “So all it takes to win you over is Oreos, huh? So if I keep supplying them...” He began, pulling her a little tighter against him, “Does that mean we can keep enjoying evenings like this one?” Cal finished, letting his eyes travel along her bare skin as far down as his perspective allowed. “I imagine it’s one of the more pleasurable past times that the island has to offer.” He added with a smirk.
The prospect of Cameron not only getting over her hate for Cal, but actually warming up to him, made their time on the island that much more enticing to the tattooed man. Sure, he’d still be working, but it would be a lot easier to keep Cameron on the island if they actually got on together. Easier and way more enjoyable. Of course, he still had to maintain some level of professionalism. He couldn’t completely fall under the spell of Cam, no matter how soft her lips were, or how bright her eyes sparkled, or how good she felt beneath him. Cal couldn’t risk letting Cameron pull one over on him after softening him up. Cal couldn’t risk messing up in front of his boss, Dom.
For a moment Cal wondered if the other two were still sleeping. He’d lost track of time since Cameron first appeared in his doorway, and hadn’t really thought about the others until just now. If Dom needed him for anything, he’d let Cal know. Otherwise Cal presumed everything was chill.
“You want another cookie? Or are you hungry for dinner?” Cal asked, returning his thoughts to the woman who rested on his chest. “Or do you want to actually get some rest for a bit?”
It was almost comical, seeing the angelic blonde pillowing her head against Cal’s darkly inspired tattoos. In no other world would Cal ever deserve someone like Cameron, not that he actually deserved her now. The island had forced them together in one location, but Cal had made sure that he didn’t force Cameron to be with him in the way she was now. He’d gotten lucky with the island, and he’d gotten lucky that Dominic didn’t seem particularly interested in pursuing the blonde himself. Rather, Dom had practically encouraged Cal to go after Cam. Cal decided he would have to thank his friend later.
“This place must have a washer and dryer...” Cal replied, before raising an eyebrow a little at her follow up questions about crumbs on him. “And I can shower, if you don’t take care of the crumbs for me...” He joked, trailing his hand down to her side and giving her a teasing squeeze. He popped another cookie into his mouth, as if to prove she shouldn’t worry about the crumbs.
While the Oreos were good to hold him over for now, and prolong the time he could enjoy having a beautiful woman in his arms, eventually they’d have to figure out something for dinner. And to drink- Cal could use one or two of those as well. The sky through the window was starting to darken as the colorful hues of the sunset were slipping into night. The jet lag was making it difficult to tell what time it was, or even felt like, but the sooner they acclimated to island time, the better.
Cal looked back towards Cameron as she finally ate her cookie, and he grinned a little, grabbing another to offer her. “So all it takes to win you over is Oreos, huh? So if I keep supplying them...” He began, pulling her a little tighter against him, “Does that mean we can keep enjoying evenings like this one?” Cal finished, letting his eyes travel along her bare skin as far down as his perspective allowed. “I imagine it’s one of the more pleasurable past times that the island has to offer.” He added with a smirk.
The prospect of Cameron not only getting over her hate for Cal, but actually warming up to him, made their time on the island that much more enticing to the tattooed man. Sure, he’d still be working, but it would be a lot easier to keep Cameron on the island if they actually got on together. Easier and way more enjoyable. Of course, he still had to maintain some level of professionalism. He couldn’t completely fall under the spell of Cam, no matter how soft her lips were, or how bright her eyes sparkled, or how good she felt beneath him. Cal couldn’t risk letting Cameron pull one over on him after softening him up. Cal couldn’t risk messing up in front of his boss, Dom.
For a moment Cal wondered if the other two were still sleeping. He’d lost track of time since Cameron first appeared in his doorway, and hadn’t really thought about the others until just now. If Dom needed him for anything, he’d let Cal know. Otherwise Cal presumed everything was chill.
“You want another cookie? Or are you hungry for dinner?” Cal asked, returning his thoughts to the woman who rested on his chest. “Or do you want to actually get some rest for a bit?”
It was almost comical, seeing the angelic blonde pillowing her head against Cal’s darkly inspired tattoos. In no other world would Cal ever deserve someone like Cameron, not that he actually deserved her now. The island had forced them together in one location, but Cal had made sure that he didn’t force Cameron to be with him in the way she was now. He’d gotten lucky with the island, and he’d gotten lucky that Dominic didn’t seem particularly interested in pursuing the blonde himself. Rather, Dom had practically encouraged Cal to go after Cam. Cal decided he would have to thank his friend later.
nine lives
Mia
The island was most certainly clouding Mia’s judgement. That and her previous friendship with Dominic. Had she been taken by anyone else and held hostage in an abandoned factory or basement, as was more customary with the mafia, she would not be in the arms of her captor, wondering what it would be like to kiss him. But, here she was with Dom, her captor and heir to the mafia, leaning in to kiss him instead of trying to kill him like she’d have done if any other goon put his hands on her the way he so casually did. She’d tried to resist, tried to rebuff Dominic’s flirtations, but it took all but 24 hours for her to give in. Maybe it was just easier this way? Get it out of her system now, and then be able to reject any further ideas of intimacy with Dom...
But as Mia kissed Dominic and he kissed her back, it didn’t feel like something she was just getting out of her system. His arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer, and in the moment Mia felt anything but trapped. This was what she wanted, this was her idea. And as the kiss deepened and his hand found its way to the nape of her neck, the brunette’s body burned wanting more. More of the momentary feeling of freedom, more of the control, more of Dominic...
She could feel his heart pounding in his chest, or maybe that was her own? Whosever it was, the rhythmic beating was a reminder that Mia was walking a fine line here between lust and awakening feelings for the dark haired man. Feelings that needed to remain dormant. She felt herself falling, and she needed to do something to catch herself.
Pulling away from Dom and bringing the thrill that his kisses gave her to a crashing halt was hard to do, but necessary. It would be easy to get lost in the moment with him, to pretend her circumstances weren't what they were. But no matter how lost she became, sooner or later she would ultimately still find herself stuck on the island. And the longer she avoided reality, the more it would hurt when she came back to it.
When Mia asked Dominic not to say anything, his expression grew solemn and for a moment she thought he’d grant her wish without trouble. A relieved smile began to tug on her mouth as he promised not to say a word. “Well that’s a first...” Mia started to say, before Dom’s grin made her voice trail off and his lips silenced her completely.
Mia’s eyes widened in surprise at first, before closing in delight as his passionate kiss swept over her like the waves around them. She’d opened Pandora’s box with the first kiss, and had tried to shut it when she broke away from him initially... but Dominic’s kiss now made Mia realize the lid could never truly be put back on. She’d had the self control to stop once, but now... Now it was Dom who showed the self control this time, and he pulled away even quicker than she had, leaving Mia breathless and frozen for a moment.
As Mia regained her senses, the absence of Dominic’s body warmth sent a slight shiver through her when he let her go. Reflexively she wrapped her arms around herself and glanced away as Dom plopped back onto the sand, repeating Not a word. Her lips tingled a little and the sensation of disappointment flooded her senses. Mia may have asked Dominic to be quiet, but now she was the one at a loss for words. Her pulse still raced from the rush of the kisses, and she bit her lip trying to think of something to say to hide her conflicted emotions. She regretted telling Dom not to say anything now.
However, Dom’s previous words on the plane about seeing who would break first came to mind, and Mia shook her head, laughing dryly to herself. “Well, I guess you win, this time.” Mia conceded, finally glancing back at the dark haired man with a playful smile. It was better to treat the kisses like a game than to attach any sentiment to them, even if that meant Mia had to take the loss. “But I think that’s enough fun for now...” She added, her gaze shifting to the setting sun that now threatened to dip below the horizon.
The evening air was becoming cooler against her wet skin, and Mia sought refuge on the dry sand. Once out of reach from the waves and temptation, Mia turned back to look at the sunset as she wrung the water out of her hair. “You coming?” She called to Dominic, feeling a little guilty for abandoning him in the water, even if it was because she didn’t trust herself to remain so close to him. “Or you waiting for the sharks?” She added, shaking out her hair a little bit before starting to wring out her sopping clothes as best as possible.
But as Mia kissed Dominic and he kissed her back, it didn’t feel like something she was just getting out of her system. His arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer, and in the moment Mia felt anything but trapped. This was what she wanted, this was her idea. And as the kiss deepened and his hand found its way to the nape of her neck, the brunette’s body burned wanting more. More of the momentary feeling of freedom, more of the control, more of Dominic...
She could feel his heart pounding in his chest, or maybe that was her own? Whosever it was, the rhythmic beating was a reminder that Mia was walking a fine line here between lust and awakening feelings for the dark haired man. Feelings that needed to remain dormant. She felt herself falling, and she needed to do something to catch herself.
Pulling away from Dom and bringing the thrill that his kisses gave her to a crashing halt was hard to do, but necessary. It would be easy to get lost in the moment with him, to pretend her circumstances weren't what they were. But no matter how lost she became, sooner or later she would ultimately still find herself stuck on the island. And the longer she avoided reality, the more it would hurt when she came back to it.
When Mia asked Dominic not to say anything, his expression grew solemn and for a moment she thought he’d grant her wish without trouble. A relieved smile began to tug on her mouth as he promised not to say a word. “Well that’s a first...” Mia started to say, before Dom’s grin made her voice trail off and his lips silenced her completely.
Mia’s eyes widened in surprise at first, before closing in delight as his passionate kiss swept over her like the waves around them. She’d opened Pandora’s box with the first kiss, and had tried to shut it when she broke away from him initially... but Dominic’s kiss now made Mia realize the lid could never truly be put back on. She’d had the self control to stop once, but now... Now it was Dom who showed the self control this time, and he pulled away even quicker than she had, leaving Mia breathless and frozen for a moment.
As Mia regained her senses, the absence of Dominic’s body warmth sent a slight shiver through her when he let her go. Reflexively she wrapped her arms around herself and glanced away as Dom plopped back onto the sand, repeating Not a word. Her lips tingled a little and the sensation of disappointment flooded her senses. Mia may have asked Dominic to be quiet, but now she was the one at a loss for words. Her pulse still raced from the rush of the kisses, and she bit her lip trying to think of something to say to hide her conflicted emotions. She regretted telling Dom not to say anything now.
However, Dom’s previous words on the plane about seeing who would break first came to mind, and Mia shook her head, laughing dryly to herself. “Well, I guess you win, this time.” Mia conceded, finally glancing back at the dark haired man with a playful smile. It was better to treat the kisses like a game than to attach any sentiment to them, even if that meant Mia had to take the loss. “But I think that’s enough fun for now...” She added, her gaze shifting to the setting sun that now threatened to dip below the horizon.
The evening air was becoming cooler against her wet skin, and Mia sought refuge on the dry sand. Once out of reach from the waves and temptation, Mia turned back to look at the sunset as she wrung the water out of her hair. “You coming?” She called to Dominic, feeling a little guilty for abandoning him in the water, even if it was because she didn’t trust herself to remain so close to him. “Or you waiting for the sharks?” She added, shaking out her hair a little bit before starting to wring out her sopping clothes as best as possible.
nine lives
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Cameron
nine lives
Dominic
nine lives
Desert_Blossom
Nobody's Perfect...
Cal
Cal couldn't help but chuckle when Cameron called him out about being the one that wanted a snack. "You know me so well already..." He joked, taking a bite of another cookie. "Though it's pretty safe to say that I always want a snack..." He added after swallowing.
The little squeeze he'd given Cam on her hip had been intended innocently enough, but the way her body shivered against him, making her move even closer in response made his thoughts verge on sinful. "Don't start what?" Cal uttered, her words only making him want to "start" something more. He watched her intently as she finally took a bite of her cookie, feeling the sprinkle of crumbs fall onto the skin of his stomach. Cal arched an eyebrow when Cam giggled at her mess, and inhaled a little in anticipation when she glanced up at him coyly and started shifting her position.
Cameron's hand balanced on his stomach made Cal's pulse quicken and he had to shut his eyes when he felt her tongue against his skin to keep from losing control. He let out a low growl when she took her time to clean up the crumbs, clenching his fist to buy him a few extra seconds of restraint. It would be so easy to push her off him and pin her to the bed beneath him in one swift motion. Cal could practically taste her lips as her hot breath tickled his stomach where her tongue lingered. If she kept this up, then...
Finally Cal felt Cameron shift on the bed to sit back up and the sensation that was driving him wild subsided. He opened his eyes and scowled jokingly up at her. "Seems like you're the one trying to start something..." He warned, letting out a slow breath as he regained his composure. For the moment.
After offering Cam the second Oreo, Cal pulled her back down to lay against him, closer this time. He did his best to hide the smile that tugged on his lips when Cameron agreed that it would be nice to spend their evenings like this. "Sure, better than being alone..." He echoed teasingly, liking the blush that warmed her cheeks. "It's okay to admit you enjoy this you know." Cal added. "Your body admitted it freely enough a little bit ago." He smirked, letting his words hang in the air for a moment before he diverted the conversation into less dangerous territory. Food.
While Cal wanted to stay in bed with the beautiful blonde that he loved to tease, he could feel his control slipping more and more the longer he remained naked in bed with her. Cam expressed that she also didn't want to move, but agreed that food was a good idea. Cal half wished he hadn't brought up the option of going to get something to eat though when Cam bit her lip, his eyes lingering on her luscious mouth. The blonde slid from his arms and got out of bed, but Cal only propped himself up into a sitting position.
Cal’s eyes drank in Cam's perfect form as she searched for his shirt, and her words about cooking fell of deaf ears. The tattooed man’s thoughts were at full capacity and fully in the gutter. Only when Cameron slipped his shirt back over her head did Cal realize she’d been talking to him. He immediately wanted to take his shirt off Cam again, annoyed that the baggy article did such an efficient job at hiding her feminine curves.
Perhaps if Cameron hadn't returned to the bed, Cal would have managed to resist temptation... But when she came back and grabbed his wrist to pull him up, Cal's priorities were no longer making something to eat. Pulling back the arm that Cameron held firmly, Cal brought Cameron closer to him and further onto the bed. His other hand slid around her waist and holding her close as he rolled over, shifting their position so that she now lay on the bed with him over her.
"Maybe food can wait just a bit longer..." Cal suggested, leaning down and brushing his lips along the skin of her slender neck. "What do you say? Once more?" He asked in a low voice, his hands sliding down from her waist to her hips. Cameron had warned him not to start anything, but now that the idea had been planted in his head, Cal intended to finish it.
The little squeeze he'd given Cam on her hip had been intended innocently enough, but the way her body shivered against him, making her move even closer in response made his thoughts verge on sinful. "Don't start what?" Cal uttered, her words only making him want to "start" something more. He watched her intently as she finally took a bite of her cookie, feeling the sprinkle of crumbs fall onto the skin of his stomach. Cal arched an eyebrow when Cam giggled at her mess, and inhaled a little in anticipation when she glanced up at him coyly and started shifting her position.
Cameron's hand balanced on his stomach made Cal's pulse quicken and he had to shut his eyes when he felt her tongue against his skin to keep from losing control. He let out a low growl when she took her time to clean up the crumbs, clenching his fist to buy him a few extra seconds of restraint. It would be so easy to push her off him and pin her to the bed beneath him in one swift motion. Cal could practically taste her lips as her hot breath tickled his stomach where her tongue lingered. If she kept this up, then...
Finally Cal felt Cameron shift on the bed to sit back up and the sensation that was driving him wild subsided. He opened his eyes and scowled jokingly up at her. "Seems like you're the one trying to start something..." He warned, letting out a slow breath as he regained his composure. For the moment.
After offering Cam the second Oreo, Cal pulled her back down to lay against him, closer this time. He did his best to hide the smile that tugged on his lips when Cameron agreed that it would be nice to spend their evenings like this. "Sure, better than being alone..." He echoed teasingly, liking the blush that warmed her cheeks. "It's okay to admit you enjoy this you know." Cal added. "Your body admitted it freely enough a little bit ago." He smirked, letting his words hang in the air for a moment before he diverted the conversation into less dangerous territory. Food.
While Cal wanted to stay in bed with the beautiful blonde that he loved to tease, he could feel his control slipping more and more the longer he remained naked in bed with her. Cam expressed that she also didn't want to move, but agreed that food was a good idea. Cal half wished he hadn't brought up the option of going to get something to eat though when Cam bit her lip, his eyes lingering on her luscious mouth. The blonde slid from his arms and got out of bed, but Cal only propped himself up into a sitting position.
Cal’s eyes drank in Cam's perfect form as she searched for his shirt, and her words about cooking fell of deaf ears. The tattooed man’s thoughts were at full capacity and fully in the gutter. Only when Cameron slipped his shirt back over her head did Cal realize she’d been talking to him. He immediately wanted to take his shirt off Cam again, annoyed that the baggy article did such an efficient job at hiding her feminine curves.
Perhaps if Cameron hadn't returned to the bed, Cal would have managed to resist temptation... But when she came back and grabbed his wrist to pull him up, Cal's priorities were no longer making something to eat. Pulling back the arm that Cameron held firmly, Cal brought Cameron closer to him and further onto the bed. His other hand slid around her waist and holding her close as he rolled over, shifting their position so that she now lay on the bed with him over her.
"Maybe food can wait just a bit longer..." Cal suggested, leaning down and brushing his lips along the skin of her slender neck. "What do you say? Once more?" He asked in a low voice, his hands sliding down from her waist to her hips. Cameron had warned him not to start anything, but now that the idea had been planted in his head, Cal intended to finish it.
nine lives
Mia
Mia laughed lightly and rolled her eyes at Dom's assertion that he always wins, before realizing that he was moving closer to her. The dangerous look in his green eyes made her laughter falter and his smirk made her thoughts wander. For a moment she considered remaining where she was and letting Dominic catch her like the prey his approach made her feel like. The part of her that initiated the kiss with Dom wanted to be caught, while the more sensible part warned that she was treading in dangerous waters.
"If that's the case, it's only because the deck is stacked in your favor..." She replied, biting her lip as she decided it was best to put more distance between herself and Dom. Suggesting they’d had enough fun for now, Mia made her way to the dry sand. Wringing out her hair and clothes was the best Mia could do without a towel to keep from dripping everywhere, not wanting to make a mess once they were back in the house. Dominic lingered in the water a little longer, and Mia watched him, his form just a silhouette against the setting sun. Damn this island for making it that much harder to be mad at Dom for his part in her entrapment.
After a few moments Dom rejoined Mia on shore after she called to him, and Mia arched a delicate eyebrow when Dominic made no effort to wring the water out of his sweat pants. She could already picture the puddles he’d likely leave in his wake in the mansion, but it was his house so he could do whatever he wanted.
“Only you would think they’d win in a fight against a shark.” Mia pointed out with a shake of her head. She glared playfully when Dominic used her own words against her to ask if she was coming, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Yes, yes, I’m coming.” She replied, catching up to the mafia heir and walking next to him as they returned to the house.
Mia glanced over at Dominic as they walked, thankful that things weren’t awkward after their kisses. They’d both just carried on with conversation like those few minutes in the water had not happened, and Mia preferred it that way. She got to have her cake and eat it too without any consequence of complicating things. That was one bonus of fooling around with a playboy- he didn’t put much weight or deeper meaning into physical relations. Maybe Mia could actually have a little fun on the island without regretting it?
Even with the darkening skies, the air outside was still warm enough that Mia hadn’t been too cold in her damp clothes. But as she entered the house, the cool air from the A/C made her shiver a little bit as goosebumps sprinkled her skin. “It’s a bit chilly...” Mia replied when Dominic asked if it was cold, wrapping her arms over her chest. Her eyes followed Dom as he went to adjust the thermostat, but she remained stationary at the foot of the stairs.
“I am hungry, but I think I’ll just rinse off first.” The brunette decided, not wanting to spend the rest of the evening with salt in her hair. Dominic talked himself into changing before eating as well, and Mia followed him up the stairs, disappearing into the bathroom as he continued on to his bedroom.
Once in the privacy of the washroom, Mia let out a slow breath and leaned back against the closed door, tipping her head up to the ceiling a little. Even though Mia had convinced herself it wasn’t a big deal, she still couldn’t help but replay kissing Dom in her head. Just the memory of it made her heart beat a little faster, and when Mia finally turned back to the mirror her reflection was smiling. Mia brought her fingers up to her lips for a moment before shaking her head and making a face at herself in the mirror. “Stop that.” She told herself, turning her attention away from her thoughts of the dark haired man and focusing on showering instead.
Rinsing the salt water and sand off only took a few moments since Mia had showered properly only a few hours earlier, and she quickly found herself drying off. She didn’t grab clothes before showering, so she just wrapped the towel around her and hung her damp clothes in the shower to drip dry. Checking that the hallway was clear, Mia left the bathroom and returned to her own room to change.
"If that's the case, it's only because the deck is stacked in your favor..." She replied, biting her lip as she decided it was best to put more distance between herself and Dom. Suggesting they’d had enough fun for now, Mia made her way to the dry sand. Wringing out her hair and clothes was the best Mia could do without a towel to keep from dripping everywhere, not wanting to make a mess once they were back in the house. Dominic lingered in the water a little longer, and Mia watched him, his form just a silhouette against the setting sun. Damn this island for making it that much harder to be mad at Dom for his part in her entrapment.
After a few moments Dom rejoined Mia on shore after she called to him, and Mia arched a delicate eyebrow when Dominic made no effort to wring the water out of his sweat pants. She could already picture the puddles he’d likely leave in his wake in the mansion, but it was his house so he could do whatever he wanted.
“Only you would think they’d win in a fight against a shark.” Mia pointed out with a shake of her head. She glared playfully when Dominic used her own words against her to ask if she was coming, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Yes, yes, I’m coming.” She replied, catching up to the mafia heir and walking next to him as they returned to the house.
Mia glanced over at Dominic as they walked, thankful that things weren’t awkward after their kisses. They’d both just carried on with conversation like those few minutes in the water had not happened, and Mia preferred it that way. She got to have her cake and eat it too without any consequence of complicating things. That was one bonus of fooling around with a playboy- he didn’t put much weight or deeper meaning into physical relations. Maybe Mia could actually have a little fun on the island without regretting it?
Even with the darkening skies, the air outside was still warm enough that Mia hadn’t been too cold in her damp clothes. But as she entered the house, the cool air from the A/C made her shiver a little bit as goosebumps sprinkled her skin. “It’s a bit chilly...” Mia replied when Dominic asked if it was cold, wrapping her arms over her chest. Her eyes followed Dom as he went to adjust the thermostat, but she remained stationary at the foot of the stairs.
“I am hungry, but I think I’ll just rinse off first.” The brunette decided, not wanting to spend the rest of the evening with salt in her hair. Dominic talked himself into changing before eating as well, and Mia followed him up the stairs, disappearing into the bathroom as he continued on to his bedroom.
Once in the privacy of the washroom, Mia let out a slow breath and leaned back against the closed door, tipping her head up to the ceiling a little. Even though Mia had convinced herself it wasn’t a big deal, she still couldn’t help but replay kissing Dom in her head. Just the memory of it made her heart beat a little faster, and when Mia finally turned back to the mirror her reflection was smiling. Mia brought her fingers up to her lips for a moment before shaking her head and making a face at herself in the mirror. “Stop that.” She told herself, turning her attention away from her thoughts of the dark haired man and focusing on showering instead.
Rinsing the salt water and sand off only took a few moments since Mia had showered properly only a few hours earlier, and she quickly found herself drying off. She didn’t grab clothes before showering, so she just wrapped the towel around her and hung her damp clothes in the shower to drip dry. Checking that the hallway was clear, Mia left the bathroom and returned to her own room to change.
nine lives
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Cameron
nine lives
Dominic
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