Realistic or Modern &nbsp; [Blossom] Falling for the Darkness [Goldieloxx]

Cameron

Cameron had never quite been in this type of situation before, and she didn't just mean the whole being kidnapped by the mafia thing. Dating and flirting had never quite been her strong suit, if you could even call this thing between her and Cal either of those things. There was an undeniable attraction between her and Cal, and electricity sparked between them whenever they were near. She'd be lying if she tried to say it wasn't true, and the last three days of avoiding him had felt like an eternity. But now he was here, and she'd stopped him from leaving, but that wasn't the worst part. She'd actually asked him if he wanted her. What the fuck kind of question was that? What did it matter if he wanted her at all? Neither of them had a choice in the matter, especially out here on the island.

His response was to ask her if it mattered if he wanted her or not. Whether she wanted him to want her. Both of which had the same answer: a resounding yes. His touch left a scorching trail along her skin as he cupped her cheek and rested his other hand on her thigh. She tried to keep her thoughts from wandering, but it was hard when all she could focus on was that she wanted that touch. That she needed it like she needed to drink water or breathe air. She looked down, avoiding his gaze for a few long seconds before she finally looked back at him, admitting the truth. That she wanted to be his, but she didn't want to be his just because the prince of the mafia gifted her to him. Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was foolish. No, it most definitely was both of those things. She should be fighting his every touch.

But she wouldn't. Couldn't. He stared at her for a moment, long enough that Cameron wished she could swallow the words back. She tried to cover herself by asking if they could pretend she hadn't spoken, dropping her gaze yet again before squeezing her eyes shut, fighting the turmoil inside. She pulled herself away from his touch even though it was the last thing she wanted, calling herself an idiot with a soft scoff. She missed the look of anger in his eyes as she wasn't looking at him, but her eyes shot to his hand on her leg as it moved to hook under her knee. His other hand moved to do the same with her other leg, but before she could ask him what he was doing or even look up at him, he told her she wasn't an idiot and untangled her legs, pulling her closer. Now her gaze lifted to his once more, her eyes wide and her breathing nearly stopped.

His hands left her legs, one finding the back of her neck and the other her waist. With him this close to her she couldn't breath even more, though she forced herself to take a shaky inhale when he pressed his forehead to hers. His words sent her heart into a tailspin, hammering against her ribs like a caged bird trying to take flight. "Cal-" He cut her off by pressing his lips to hers, causing her to gasp against his lips. The desire sparked between them again as his hand on her neck slid up into her hair, his fingers tangling in the blonde locks as he shifted closer, laying her back against the sheets as he hovered above her, never breaking the contact of their lips on the way. He broke the kiss once she was buried in the sheets and she couldn't help the pout that appeared on her lips, at least until she gasped again when his lips found her neck.

"Y-yes. No." She struggled to think clearly as he continued kissing and biting at the sensitive skin of her neck, driving her crazy in the process. "Fuck, I don't know." Her hands found his chest, feeling the hard muscle there underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. "You're making it so that I can't even remember my name." She whispered, her confession filling the air and she meant every bit of it and so much more. Her hands slid to his shoulders and then to his upper arms, her head turning to look at him again. "But I don't care." She admitted, lifting her head to press her lips back to his again. She wanted him in this moment, and she needed him all the time. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer, her legs wrapping around his as she kissed all of her inhibitions aside.

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working

location

in the garden

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Dominic

Dominic couldn't help but think about their last time in the water, and hoped that things could head in that direction again. After all, he felt as though he deserved some fun times after helping her weed that fucking garden that obviously hadn't been touched in forever. But beyond that, she deserved something fun too, considering she'd been kidnapped-- by him-- and brought here to the island. There was a part of him that felt bad about the whole thing, especially after the conversation they'd had a few days ago. Mia did mean alot to him, and he wanted her to be happy. She might never be happy as the wife of the Don. It wasn't what she wanted, and to be fair, it wasn't what he wanted either. Being the new Don had been supposed to go to Casey, but now he would never get that chance.

He swept her into his arms, telling her as he marched away from the garden that they had two options. Go inside and shower and relax in the air conditioning, or... he trailed off, smirking as he headed towards the ocean, the sound of her laughter echoing in his mind. He finished his sentence, watching as she turned her eyes to look in the direction they were going. The grin never faded from his face as he started walking into the water, winking down at her when she looked back up at him. He asked her what it was going to be, laughter tearing from his throat when she asked if he hadn't packed any shirts or swim trunks. "I had about as much time to pack as you." He told her, which was pretty much the truth. He'd been given his instructions from his father and been sent to carry them out. Now they were both here.

She kicked off her flip flops, and they landed in the sand. "I like your answer." He told her, feeling the water starting to creep up his thighs and then tickle his sides. She tightened her grip on him and he returned the favor, making sure to hold on to her tight as she squirmed some. "Oh, it's not that bad." He laughed again, nearly dropping her as a wave crashed onto his lower half, splashing up to her and his torso as well. She laughed again, burying her face in his shoulder as he moved further in. The waves weren't that rough and the water felt fantastic, even for both of them pretty much being captives here. He spun her around in the water, peering down into her beautiful face as he dipped her suddenly, not caring if her clothes got soaked in the process. They could always be washed, right?

Another wave crashed into them and Dominic bent his knees some to set her down, but slid an arm around her waist. They both faced the horizon, and Dominic stared off into the distance for a few seconds before he looked back over at her. "This island... it's a prison, for both of us, you know." His voice took on an uncharacteristically serious tone as he turned to face her, sliding his other arm around her waist as well. "But it doesn't have to be. Being here, away from everything else... it's a nice way to say fuck the responsibilities that neither of us want. Besides, it's not like we're gonna get married here. Dad will want a huge spectacle of a wedding, he won't spare any expense. So if you have ever wanted the wedding of your dreams, now is the time to get it. Spring for the lobster, babe."

He laughed softly, shaking his head as he glanced back out into the distance. "For god knows how long, we don't have to worry about anything but ourselves." He sighed, pulling her closer before he automatically reached over, kissing the top of her head as though they'd been together forever. He seemed to realize what he'd done right after he did it, because he looked over at her, a slightly sheepish look on his face. "Sorry." He told her, finally releasing her and crouching down some into the water. The sun was still beating down on them, and the water was the best way to beat that heat right now. "Come on, join me." He grinned up at her, reaching out of the water for her hand and taking it, tugging on it. With his other hand, he splashed some of the cool water in her direction. "Don't make me enjoy this by myself, Mia."

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Desert_Blossom · Jan 30, 2022

Mia

After three days of processing her new reality- in this case "processing" taking the form of crying, drinking bottles and bottles of wine, and seeking friendship with Cameron- Mia was doing her best to not worry about things she had no control over. At least for now. She even resisted the urge to revisit the night Dom kidnapped her when he mentioned he'd had about as much time to pack as her. As if she’d even had time to pack herself. The brunette had at least a dozen questions about that night, but knowing she'd almost certainly not like any of Dominic's answers, she left them unasked. Besides, being in the arms of an attractive man who was playfully carrying her into the ocean made it a lot easier to bury her misgivings.

Mia laughed as Dom spun her around, holding a little tighter as he did so, before letting out a surprised yelp when he dipped her into the water. She didn't really care about her clothes getting wet, and the water felt refreshing after working in the garden, but she hadn't quite expected the sudden move. Another wave crashed into the pair, and Dom set Mia down, sliding an arm around her waist, preventing the current from pulling her too far away. The brunette's heart was beating a little quicker from her enjoyment, and a soft smile played on her lips still as she turned to look at the horizon. The view was beautiful, and for a moment she could almost forget that-

This island... it's a prison. Mia glanced up at Dom, surprised by his sudden change in mood and the serious tone of his voice. Her smile faded as her expression became guarded once more, the fleeting feeling of happiness in danger of being lost. "Dom..." Mia began, her eyes almost pleading for him not to continue speaking and ruin the moment. His other arm wrapped around her, turning them both so they now faced each other, and she tensed in his hold, afraid of what he'd say next. But it doesn't have to be. The brunette woman relaxed a little at those words, bringing her hands up to rest them against his abdomen. Being here, away from everything else... it's a nice way to say fuck the responsibilite that neither of us want. Besides, it's not like we're gonna get married here. Mia didn't know why, but her cheeks flushed a little at that comment. It was still weird to think about marrying Dom, and even weirder when he mentioned it.

The blue eyed man continued to talk about how his father would expect a big wedding, and Mia nodded, half listening as her thoughts were suddenly a million miles away. "Right, wedding of my dreams..." She echoed in a distracted whisper, before his laughter snapped her back to reality. Lobster was hardly a consolation prize, but she appreciated Dom's attempt to make light of things. And while Mia was definitely angry about the whole affair, as she stood with Dom she realized she wasn't necessarily angry at him. With his father and her father, yes. But Dom was just as much stuck in the situation as her. For god knows how long, we don't have to worry about anything but ourselves. A sigh escaped his lips, and Dom pulled Mia closer, his lips finding the top of her head as he kissed her. A small wave of comfort washed over Mia in that moment, and she leaned into him a little, letting out a long sigh of her own as if releasing all the stress and fear the last few days had brought.

Only when Dom suddenly apologized, offering her a sheepish smile as he let her go, did Mia register the familiarity of such an innocent gesture. "Don't be..." She replied softly, or perhaps only in her head. Her blue gaze followed as Dom crouched down, letting the water soak his bare chest as he hid from some of the sun's rays. He grinned, and Mia realized that the brief, but tender moment had passed. Come on, join me. The don-to-be said, taking Mia's hand and tugging on it. Mia considered his earlier point about viewing their time on the island as a reprieve from whatever awaited them back home, deciding he wasn't wrong. While she'd hated being in the strange limbo at first, she realized that this was as good as it was going to get. Things would only become harder once they left. At least here she could pretend to have some autonomy, within the confines of the island of course, and do what she wanted. Don't make me enjoy this by myself, Mia. And right now she wanted to have fun.

Dom splashed water in her direction, eliciting a smile from the brunette as she dipped down into the water, allowing his tug on her hand to pull her over to him. She bit her lip a little as she moved in the water to face him, freeing her hand from his so she could slide them both up his chest til they rested on his toned shoulders. Her eyes lifted to meet his as she trailed her fingers along his skin delicately. "You know what I'd enjoy...?" She asked coyly, leaning in towards Dom until her face was centimeters from his. "This..." She breathed, letting her lashes flutter shut.

Just as her lips were about to brush his, her grip on his shoulders tightened, and her mouth turned up in a playful grin. Taking advantage of Dom's distraction, she used her leverage on his shoulders to dunk him under the water- getting back at him for his long list of offenses since she'd run into him at the bar. They were far from even, but this little pay back did elicit laughter from the brunette as she made a quick getaway before Dom resurfaced.

Comforted

Beach

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Cal

Cal was never one for much conversation if he could help it. Sure he talked to Dom as freely as one would talk to the man in line to take over the mafia, but with the rest of the members he was rather tight lipped. Blabbering away often got people in trouble, and he’d learned to only offer his opinion when asked for it. Which wasn’t often. Apart from his first meeting with the Don when he was given the ultimatum to join the mafia, Cal could count on his fingers the number of words he’d said to Dominic’s father since. Instead of sticking to his characteristic silence, Cal had tried talking with Cameron, and that hadn’t gone the way he’d planned. If anything it seemed to only make the blonde feel worse. Switching tactics, Cal opted for a more physical approach to making Cam feel better than verbal.

The corner of his mouth quirked up as a gasp issued from the blonde as his mouth trailed down her neck. Only pausing between kisses and nibbles to inquire if Cameron really wanted to pretend she hadn’t told him she wanted to be his. Y-yes. No… Fuck, I don't know. Her hands found their way to Cal’s chest, warming his skin even through his shirt. You're making it so that I can't even remember my name. The tatted man paused his sampling of Cam’s skin, tipping his head up to meet her gaze. “It’s Cameron…” He replied like a smart ass, smirking. It didn’t escape him that he didn’t know her last name- sure he’d probably read it on the mission brief he’d been given, but hadn’t committed it to memory. However, as the blonde’s hands slid up to his shoulders and down to his upper arms, Cal decided that wasn’t pertinent knowledge for what he was planning to do with Cameron.

But I don't care. And with that, the blonde raised her head up until her lips found Cal’s. His grip around her tightened as he returned the kiss with three days worth of pent up desire. Cam’s arms and legs wrapped around him, and he let out a low growl to let her know there’d be no stopping now. Not that either showed any signs of wanting to. The only time the tatted man’s lips left Cam, be it her lips or other areas of soft skin, for more than a few seconds was to remove pesky articles of clothing that served as weak barriers between them. It didn’t take long the bedroom floor to be wearing more than the pair combined. Letting his body to the talking that his mouth had failed to earlier, Cal did his best to make Cam feel like she was indeed his.

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Silence hung in the air, which had become humid from their body heat, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable one. Cal simply didn’t want to ruin the moment of deep satisfaction as he let his heart settle down in his chest. Three days ago he’d almost been certain he wouldn’t experience this feeling again, at least not with Cam, after their backyard bbq had gone south. But now, here he was in her bed, catching his breath once more. While the entire situation was complicated, the attraction between them wasn’t, and Cal hoped it would remain that way.

Glancing over at Cameron, Cal wondered what she was thinking, but refrained from asking, not wanting to risk opening Pandora’s box. Instead, he just reached out a hand and lightly trailed it along the curve of her back til he met the sheet they’d pulled up around them haphazardly. Searching his now languid mind for a safe topic, he landed on one of his favorites- food. “What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?” He asked, wanting to know more about the girl who now belonged to him, but not wanting to dive into any heavy topics that could upset her. “And if you could only have one topping, what would it be?” Cal added, offering her a lazy smile.

Blue eyes studies the blonde as she thought, noticing the sun beam that was slowly crawling towards her on the bed in the afternoon light. It was shard to imagine how anyone could have offered up the beautiful woman as payment, let alone her father, and Cal knew if he pondered that too long he’d grow angry and ruin the mood. He wasn’t sure what had become of Cameron’s dad, or if losing his daughter had been a high enough cost for his debts. Even if he did know though, he wasn’t sure if he’d share that information or not. Maybe Cam was better off not knowing what was happening back in her old life… But Cal knew that giving up ties to the way things were was easier said than done. Even he still checked in on his sister and mother twice a month to make sure they were safe and getting by alright. He never let them see him, but seeing them was enough to give him peace of mind and remind him h price he’d paid has been worth it.

“Maybe we can put an order in for that type of ice cream to be brought with the next supplies shipment.” Cal suggested, stifling a yawn with his hand. Women liked to use ice cream as a comfort food, right? And he wouldn’t mind some either. After all, food was never far from his mind.

Lustful

Cam’s room

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apolla · Mar 15, 2022

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satisfied

location

her bedroom --> kitchen

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Cameron

A part of Cameron wondered just what was wrong with her. In the past week, less than even, her life had taken quite the 180. She'd gone from worrying about her schoolwork and the closing hours of the library and her family to worrying about her own future. Ever since Cal had kidnapped her, she'd been forced to put herself first, because putting her brothers or father first was no longer an option simply because they weren't the ones who had been forced onto a private plane and flown to a private island. From the beginning, there had been attraction between her and Cal, even if it wasn't acted upon until the first night here on the island. But she'd slept with her kidnapper, twice that night. And now here she was, about to do it again, while pleading with him to tell her that he really wanted her. What the fuck?

But with Cal's hands searching her body and removing the few pieces of clothing she had on, those thoughts flew from her mind. She realized somewhere during all of those kisses and touches that he was showing her exactly what she'd wanted. What she'd needed so badly to know. This thought brought a smile to her face, albeit a shy one that turned significantly less shy the further they got. When they finished, she lay on her stomach on him, shivering slightly as she felt his fingers trail a soft line down her back. "Mm." She squinched up her face, burying her face deeper into his chest, squirming under the gentle touch. Her body already craved him again, but hell, she was still coming down from a few moments ago. Her eyes remained closed as she tried to calm herself, inhaling his scent as she lay there beside him.

His question, so unexpected, caused her eyes to open finally. "Ice cream?" She echoed, a questioning smirk on her lips. Moving closer to him, she placed her hand on his chest, tracing the tattooed lines there as she thought. "Strawberry." She finally answered, her eyes flicking towards him. "But only if it doesn't have the actual strawberry pieces in it. If it does, I'll eat around them." She let out a soft laugh, hearing her brother's voice in her mind as he called her out for being a weirdo. "Don't get me wrong; I love strawberries. But not in my ice cream." She stretched out her legs, stifling a yawn. "And a topping is easy. Sprinkles. But not the regular ones. I like the sugar crystal ones. You know, the ones that are pure sugar. Or, well... I guess that's all of them, really."

When he mentioned that they could ask for it to be brought in on the next shipment, she looked up at him again. "I think you just want a snack." She teased him, remembering how they'd shared oreos in his bed. "What do you think? Because I think if I stay in this bed with you, one of two things is going to happen, neither of which involves food." She patted his chest before she reluctantly pushed herself off of him. Though she didn't want the moment to end either, the afternoon was upon them, and their workout had made her want a snack as well. Or lunch, probably. Climbing over him to get off the bed, she found his shirt and pulled it on over her head. It was huge and almost like a dress on her, stopping about mid-thigh. She located a pair of shorts and pulled them on before she finally turned back to him.

"Come on, slowpoke." She grinned, running her fingers through her hair, giving it a slightly tamer look as opposed to the wild look she'd sported when they finished. "Or I'm going to get food without you." She started backing towards the door, a knowing smile on her face as she reached behind her for the handle. Twisting it, she pulled the door open and stepped out into the hallway, waiting for him to join her before she started towards the stairs. The house was quiet, and Cam found herself looking around for Mia automatically. "Where is everyone?" She asked, though a part of her knew Cal likely wouldn't know either. After all, they'd been together for the last however long, focused on each other and not wondering what the other two were up to. Not that she was complaining at all. "What do you want?" She asked, looking up at Cal as they entered the kitchen.

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Dominic

Dominic hadn't meant to bring the mood down with his comment about how the island was a prison, but the sad fact of the matter was that it was true. Both he and Mia were prisoners on this island, and Cal and Cam, too. Despite the fact that he was the Don's son, meant to take his place when he was gone now that Casey wasn't an option, Dominic had strict rules he was supposed to live by and he was subject to the same punishments as others if he fucked up. And in a way, this island was a punishment for him, too. Not that his father had anything to prove to anyone, but Dom knew that the man would just say that this was bonding time for him and his wife-to-be. Which, in a way, was true. But Dominic was also not stupid, and he knew that this was also a message for Dominic. Do as I say, or else. Your future is in your hands.

In a way, though, it was. Dominic's father would be the one to bring the hammer down, but only if Dominic's choices led him to do so. But with those thoughts tugging at his mind, he could feel the darkness trying to sneak its way in, and he had no escape here. Nothing to numb his mind, so he decided to distract himself a different way. His mood shifted again as he laid back in the water, taunting Mia and telling her to enjoy it with him. The water was crystalline blue and beautiful, but not only that, felt amazing on his skin after working hard in the garden. He knew it had to be the same for Mia, and after all, who were they trying to impress? Each other? They knew each other too well for that, even if it had been years since they'd been this close or had fun together.

"What's that?" Dominic looked over at Mia, eyeing her carefully as she turned to face him. Somehow, maybe it was growing up in the mafia, he sensed a trick coming. But still, like the fuckwad he was, he fell for it. She leaned in closer and his eyes automatically shut, her breath like heaven on his face. But then, out of nowhere, she grabbed his shoulders and dunked him under the water. He sputtered as he inhaled the water, coming back up and coughing to expel the liquid from his lungs. "Oh, you're..." He coughed again, trying to resist the urge to laugh. "You're in trouble now." He grinned, calling after her already retreating form. "Don't think you can run from me, Mia! I know where you sleep!" He pushed himself up, darting off after her. The water made it hard to catch up, but he was in good shape, so he finally managed.

Slinging an arm around her waist, he brought her to him, turning her in his arms so that she was facing the water while he held her. "Now, you wanna apologize or is it time for you to go under, too?" He asked, amusement lacing his tone. Hoisting her up, he held her close, walking out deeper into the water. "Whoops, too late." He grinned down at her, offering her a wink before he dropped her completely. Now it was his turn to laugh, and he took a few steps back, the protective part of him wanting to ensure she resurfaced. The moment was beautiful, not because of its elegance, but simply because they were two friends having fun. They weren't husband and wife to be, they weren't dealing with the pressure of their fathers. They were just... there.

When they made their way back to the sand, Dominic suddenly stopped, staring towards the house for a few moments. "I have an idea." He suddenly looked down at Mia, a slow grin spreading on his face. "I thought of a way we could do exactly what my father wants but still make it our own moment." His grin widened, and he turned to face her again. "We're stuck on this island now, for sure, but eventually my father will bring us back. He'll be expecting us to plan this big ceremony, or he might have planned it already." Shrugging, he started walking towards the house again, the warm afternoon air warming his drenched clothes and skin. "But what if we just... eloped?" He looked towards her now, wanting to see her reaction. "We'll be married, and likely won't have to go through with a big, embarrassing ceremony." His father would be pissed, but Dominic was ready for it. "What do you think, Mia?"

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Desert_Blossom · Apr 15, 2022

Mia

Generally speaking, Mia considered herself a rational young woman. Or at least as rational as one can be in their early twenties. But the more time she spent on this island, and the more time she spent with Dom, the further she grew from rationality. Logic had been tossed out the window along with her pride, and she was sweeping anything she should be feeling in this situation under the rug of hers and Dom's old friendship. Because the fact of the matter was, Mia didn't want to be miserable if she could pretend everything was okay. If Dom could make her forget about reality...

So for a moment, when Dominic's eyes closed as she drew near to him, the brunette was tempted to forgo her prank and kiss the man instead of dunking him... but down into the water he went! Confident that he'd emerge unharmed, Mia was quick to run away from Dom despite knowing that it was only a matter of time before he caught up to her. It wasn't like she could actually escape, which Dom was quick to point out as he called that he knew where she slept. Glancing over her shoulder back at the handsome man who was trudging through the water after her, Mia grinned playfully. Maybe she didn't actually want to out run him anyways...

When the strong arm slid around her waist, Mia let out a reflexive yelp at being captured, but didn't struggle to get away. Her head tipped back on his shoulder as she laughed, a little out of breath from running in water. Now, you wanna apologize or is it time for you to go under, too? Turning her head a little she peered backward up at him, Mia noted his amusement. "Apologize?" She echoed incredulously with a playful eye roll. "After all the things you've-..."

Mia was cut off by Dom's Whoops, too late as he grinned and dropped her into the deeper water with a wink. Having a feeling this was coming whether she apologized or not, Mia managed to take a quick breath before being submerged. It only took a few moments for her to orientate herself in the water before she pushed off the sandy bottom and resurfaced. Blinking salt water from her eyelashes, Mia glanced around for Dom. He was laughing, and Mia couldn't help but smile despite his retribution at her expense. They made eye contact for a moment, and once he was sure she wasn't in danger of drowning, he started heading for shore with Mia following suit. She wasn't afraid of the water while he was with her, but the idea of being out there alone in the waves gave her the creeps.

Water dripped from Mia's shorts and the shirt that now clung to her frame, and she started ringing them out as she walked through the sand behind Dom. Distracted, she nearly ran straight into him when he stopped suddenly, and she had to side step around him to avoid a crash. The don-to-be was quiet for a few moments while he stared at the house lost in thought, and Mia raised a curious eyebrow. I have an idea, he finally announced with a grin as he turned to her. The brunette was leaning over as she turned her attention to her hair, and paused in the middle of ringing out her dark locks. Before she could do more than part her lips in confusion, Dom continued. I thought of a way we could do exactly what my father wants but still make it our own moment. Dom's grin was only growing, along with her confusion. Mia's hands dropped from her hair slowly and she stood back up to her full height. "Make what our-"

We're stuck on this island now, for sure, but eventually my father will bring us back. He'll be expecting us to plan this big ceremony, or he might have it planned already... Mia was still playing catch up as Dom started walking off, and she just stood where she was, watching him go. But what if we just... eloped? He asked, turning back to look at her once more. Mia's breath caught in her chest, completely caught off guard as Dom continued to talk about how they'd be married and wouldn't have to have a big ceremony back home. What do you think, Mia?

This was a lot to process. While Mia was just starting to acknowledge that she was supposed to marry Dom without feeling the need to down an entire bottle of wine, the marriage still seemed far away. An abstract event in the future that, while more than likely to happen, wasn't a reality yet. There was still the tiniest chance that something might happen... That someone would save her from this situation... That she could still live whatever life she wanted for herself. But the thought of eloping with Dom made that far away future suddenly very real. Sure, it would be more on their terms and away from the eyes of all the people Mia now hated in the mafia, but the marriage still wouldn't be their choice. Dom was making lemonade out of lemons, and Mia did appreciate the attempt. But him asking her to elope with him-

Mia's startled expression suddenly softened a bit into amused surprise. "Should I count that as a proposal, Dom?" She asked, somewhat teasingly as she finally moved to catch up. Stopping by him, she glanced up at the dark haired man and tipped her head to the side. "And where would we even elope to? The other side of the island?" She asked, pointing out their limited destination options. "You keep an officiant in your back pocket or something?"

While she was postponing any definitive answer with questions of her own, Mia was startled to find that her immediate response hadn't been a quick and reslotue no! Maybe it was Dom's grin as he came up with the plan... Or maybe it was his use of "our moment" that was almost sweet... Or maybe it was because he'd asked her rather than told her... Or fuck. Maybe it was simply because she was crazy... but Mia was actually considering Dom's idea.

Surprised

Beach

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Cal

It was almost startling how peaceful Cal felt beneath the petite blonde as she rested on his chest. She wasn't even close to being heavy, but the weight of her body served almost like a comfort blanket, her warmth only adding to the foreign feeling of content that came with cuddling. Cal had never been one to linger in bed with a woman, but now... now he was trying to come up with a safe topic for pillow talk. Thank god Dom wasn't here to see this. Or anyone else from the mob for that matter. Asking about favorite ice cream flavors hardly helped his street cred. But here he was, curious about Cameron's favorite frozen treat.

While the subject of conversation may have been somewhat embarrassing for the hardened criminal, he didn't regret his question when Cam opened her blue eyes to meet his quizzically. Or when she nestled in closer as she considered her answer. Her slim finger traced the tattoos on his chest, leaving small goosebumps in its wake despite the heat shared between them, and Cal almost forgot what he'd asked in the first place. Strawberry... but only if it doesn't have the actual strawberry pieces in it. The tattooed man gave her a teasing "are you crazy?" look as she laughed softly. "Those are the best part though. But more for me I guess then, I'll just eat yours too." He mused with a lazy grin. Cameron stretched her legs a little, and Cal tightened his hold on her a bit, afraid that she was getting ready to escape.

And a topping is easy. Sprinkles. Cal just watched in amusement as the blonde explained which kind of sprinkles she liked, before realizing they are all pure sugar. "Isn't that practically the definition of a sprinkle?" He joked, before laughing guiltily when she pointed out that his questions were because he was hungry. "I always want a snack..." He rebutled, leaning up and pretending to bite her nose. What do you think? Because I think if I stay in this bed with you, one of two things is going to happen, neither of which involves food. Before Cal could even weigh the options, Cam pat his chest and pushed herself up off him. The mobster let out a disappointed sigh, but didn't protest, taking consolation in the fact that their departure from bed was in the search of food. He laid there for a moment, turning his head to watch Cameron climb off the bed and pull his shirt over her head. "Try not to tear that one up like the last one..." He teased with a playful grin. "Or I'll stop letting you borrow my shirts."

Come on, slowpoke... Or I'm going to get food without you. Those words were enough to draw Cal from the bed, and he quickly found his boxers and shorts, slipping those on. "You wouldn't dare..." The tatted man replied, following Cam out the door as they headed downstairs. The silence within the house was almost unsettling since Cal was used to a lot of commotion or sounds of the city back home. Where is everyone? Cal glanced over at Cam, giving a shrug of his shoulder. "Either Dom and Mia have killed each other... or they must be out." He said, deciding the probability that Dom was actually in trouble and would need his help was low. "Guess they're gonna miss lunch..."

The pair entered the kitchen and Cal beelined it to the fridge, opening the appliance as Cam glanced up at him. What do you want? A few non-food related things came to mind that he wanted, but he left those unvoiced as he smirked a little to himself. "I can think of a few things... But food-wise... Hmm, sandwich?" He suggested, deciding that would be easy to throw together and wouldn't require actually cooking anything. Cal grabbed the necessary ingredients from the fridge and tossed them onto the counter, before going on a hunt for bread. He passed Cam, running a hand along the small of her back as he did so, whistling softly as he opened a few of the cabinets.

They'd been at the house for a few days now, but the mansion's kitchen was practically bigger than his entire apartment so Cal was still getting used to where everything was. Besides, his diet had consisted mostly of beer and chips since the fallout after the bbq. Things that were easy to grab and go so he could make himself scarce and give Cam space should she have ventured to get food for herself. While Cal knew they weren't fully out of the woods yet, he was hopeful that the worst of the growing pains were behind them. The band aid had been ripped off, and now it was just a matter of letting old wounds heal. He'd gone from being certain Cam was never going to let him touch her again, to spending the morning with her tangled in her sheets.
"So..." Cal uttered, stepping back over to Cam, each of his hands coming to rest on her hips. "Since you're so picky about your ice cream and sprinkles..." He continued, stepping forward a little and moving Cam back until she met the counter, "is there anything I should avoid adding to your sandwich?" He asked, peering down at her with a grin. He leaned forward a little, taking advantage of their privacy in the kitchen to bring his lips close to hers. "Or are you just particular about your desserts?" He asked, teasing her, verbally and physically, before pulling his head away once more.

His grip tightened on her hips, and Cal lifted Cam up so she was sitting on the counter. "I'll make us lunch while you sit tight..." He grinned, letting his hands slide down along her legs as he stepped over to the pile of food to start prepping. "And think of what we should do after we eat."

Peaceful

Cam’s room>Kitchen