Matthew and Camille Ch. 05byinnocent_angel©
***Here is chapter five, six will closely follow, hope you guys enjoy. This chapter kinda gives you a peek at what is going on outside of Matt and Cam and their journey. And I just want to note that, though I'm sure all of you know Montgomery, Alabama is a real place, a lot of the locations discussed in the story are not. It's my home town and I'm kinda embellishing a little, making it somewhat larger and more eclectic than it actually is. Hope that doesn't bother anyone.***
Camille peered through the door realizing that the rain wasn't as bad as she had originally thought. From the looks of it, they had a good opportunity to leave before it got much worse. "Do you think we can make it out to the car?" she asked turning to Matt.
He looked down at her then back out to his vehicle parked near the back of the lot along with, what he assumed were the vehicles of the employees. He scratched his chin before answering. "I'll pull the car to the door," he stated reaching into his pocket for the keys.
"No, no, you don't have to go to that trouble, Matt, really."
He smiled as he leaned down and chastely kissed her on her lips. "You're wearing heels. I appreciate the offer, but I think that it will be best for me to pull up. Wait here," he said just before dashing out the door and sprinting quickly across the parking lot to his SUV.
"Wait! Matt, wait, wa--and you're gone," she said as she watched him run easily through the parking lot. "Wow, that man can run," she said realizing that she never would have kept up with him, even if she weren't wearing heels. "And he looks good doing it, too."
"He's always been in great shape."
"Shit!" Camille screeched turning to face Mara.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you," she said unable to stop the laughter.
Camille couldn't help but laugh along with her. "It's ok, serves me right for ogling your brother," she said waving away Mara's apology.
"Hey, it's only natural, I guess," Mara said frowning and shaking her head. "Anyway, I really did enjoy meeting you, and I hope I get to see you again soon."
"Thanks, me too. It was great talking to you, learning embarrassing things about your brother, and all."
"Yea that's always fun."
"I swear, you, my sister, and my friend Amy would all get along great," Camille said smiling.
"Well maybe I'll get to meet her one day," she said just as Matt pulled up. "Your chariot awaits," she said as her brother jumped out and made his way around to open the passenger door.
Camille nodded. "Bye," she said before she quickly made her way out of the door and into the car.
"This is getting worse, fast," Camille said peering through the windshield. They'd been sitting in front of her house for ten minutes hoping that the rain would slack enough them to make it to her door without getting completely soaked, as Matt had when he'd gone to retrieve his car.
"Yes, it does. I think we should get you inside before we're flooded in," he said removing the key from the ignition.
Camille looked at Matt. "Maybe you should come inside, too."
"Thank you but, I think I'll try to make it home."
Camille hesitated only a moment before saying, "Matt, really, I think you should come in." She reached out placing a hand on his forearm. "You can't to try to drive in this. I have this nagging feeling that if you do and, God forbid, you get into some sort of accident, your sister will kill me, like horribly."
Matt laughed unexpectedly. "Are you sure it's okay?" He asked lifting his free hand and covering hers on his arm.
"Yea, honestly I'd feel better knowing that you weren't out here driving in dangerous conditions," Camille said, slipping the heels from her feet, figuring that she could probably run better without them. "So come on, I have coffee, tea, liquor, and DVD's."
"All right, then," he said letting out another laugh. "How can I say no to that?"
"You can't," Camille said smiling.
Matt opened his door and quickly made his way to hers. He helped her out and they mad a quick dash for her door. As she searched for the door key, Matt moved slightly to shield her as the wind shifted and the rain began to slant .
Once inside, Matt stood near the front door not wanting to track water throughout her house. Camille dropped her shoes near the front door then rushed to the back. She returned a moment later with two large towels; handing him one as she tried to soak up some of the moisture from her hair and clothes.
"You're welcome." Camille watched as Matt dried his dripping wet hair. She cringed slightly. "Hell of a way to end the evening."
Matt smiled, "I can't complain," he said leaning down to kiss her lightly on the lips, something he couldn't seem stop doing tonight, "don't worry about it."
She couldn't help the shy smile that spread across her lips as she nodded. Her eyes left his to travel down his soaked shirt and she frowned. It was mid-summer in Alabama so it was hot as hell outside, well, aside from the rain, which meant that she had the A/C blowing. If he didn't get dry soon, he'd probably end up sick. "Hey, um, I can dry that for you."
"Your shirt," Camille said pointing at the soaked garment. "I don't have much in the way pants, but if you want, I'm sure I have a shirt that'd fit you."
He smiled at her again. "Yes, thank you."
She nodded. "Okay, I'll be right back." Camille quickly went to her bedroom, making a stop at the thermostat before going over to her dresser. She immediately pulled out an FSU tee that she'd purchased just before moving back to Alabama.
She'd bought it as a gift for her brother but, because of the void that had gradually stretched between them, she had never gotten around to giving it to him. Instead, she kept it in her top drawer, with all of her other t-shirts, never worn, tags still attached. From what she remembered of her estranged brother, he and Matt were about the same size. She felt herself growing sad at the memory of what she'd wanted a relationship with her brother to be like.
She mentally shook her head. Her brother was who he was, and he believed what he believed, and the same could be said for her, there was nothing she could do to change their lives or the paths they had each chosen to follow. "Get over it," she mumbled to herself as she walked out of her room, pulling the tags from the shirt. Her eyes were still on the shirt as she walked back to her living room.
"I have this shirt, I'm pretty sure it'll probably fit--good God," Camille exclaimed as she looked up and was met by a shirtless Matt. She felt her eyes bulge out of her head as she couldn't help but stare at him in all his tall, muscular glory. After a moment, her senses returned and she was flooded with embarrassment.
She belatedly slapped her palm across her mouth, closing her eyes. Her eyes slowly opened as she removed her hand from her mouth and spoke, her eyes now concentrating unnecessarily hard on the carpet under her bare feet. "Um," she paused to clear the sudden blockage in her throat before she continued, "Sorry," she said unsure of why she was apologizing. "I-I think you should be able to wear this," she said holding the shirt out, still not looking up.
Her eyes remained down until she felt Matt's hand slowly wrap around her wrist. "Miele, look at me," he said and waited for her to do so. "Che cosa è questo? Why are you apologizing?"
"I-I-," she stopped as Matt shook his head.
"You can look at me all you want. I don't mind." He watched her for a moment and, as she turned away with a look of uncertainty on her face, he went on, "You are great for my ego. Besides, I've been doing it all night."
Her brow furrowed in confusion as her eyes met his once again. "What do you mean?"
Matt smiled, his eyes darting to the semi-damp red shirt she was still wearing. "I've had this view during our entire evening. The rain, has only made it more…visible."
Camille felt a blush creep into her cheeks. She looked down at the her new red shirt to find that not only was it very damp, but it was also plastered to the black lacy demi-bra she wore underneath, which was very visible, as Matt had said.
Her eyes slowly moved up the hard planes of Matt's chest. As he'd told her, she looked at him. His abs were clearly defined, with only a thin trail of hair that started at his belly button and disappeared in to his slacks. Camille balled her fists in an effort to keep from reaching out to touch it. Her eyes continued to travel upwards, to his nearly hairless chest, her eyes pausing on his left pec.
"You have a tattoo," she said needlessly, looking up to meet his eyes.
Camille tentatively reached up to run her fingers along the dark black lines of the bold letters written across the horizontal slat of a wooden cross. The actual letters she understood, they were written in the Latin alphabet, but the words they made up, made no sense to her. Italian. "What-"
"La calma è la virtù dei forti. It was something my grandmother told me all the time. The calm is the virtue of the strong. When I was 20, she died, and I had this done," he gave a laugh. "I don't think I would have done it if I had been older."
Camille smiled. "Why? It's beautiful," she asked running her hand over it once again.
Matt shrugged causing her to meet his eyes again. "My parents were furious the first time they saw it, but eventually they realized that my grandmother and I had a special relationship. This was how I dealt with her death," he said gesturing toward the tattoo.
"I'm so sorry, I'm sure she was a great woman."
Matt smiled in remembrance. "She was. You would have liked her."
Camille nodded, her eyes moving back down to the cross. Above her head, Matt's eyes blazed with a fiery passion as he watched her curiously roam gentle fingers over the markings on his chest. He struggled to control himself as her touch had him so revved up that he wanted to throw her on that sofa in her living room and make love to her until neither of them could say or remember their own names. But, he didn't. He couldn't.
"Well," Camille said, awkwardly after a moment, "I'll go dry that for you," she said pointing to the still soaked shirt in his hand.
"Right," Matt said, looking at the shirt as if it were the first time he'd seen it. He watched her hurry away, resisting the urge to follow that perfect, round ass out of the living room. He dragged in a few deep, calming breaths before pulling the t-shirt over his head. He should have gone home. He needed to go home. His body was contradicting everything he'd told Camille and himself.
Her exploring fingers had his imagination running wild. The storm outside, with its rhythmic drops tapping rapidly on the windows, and the rumbling thunder in the background, only intensified the thoughts, as it would likely make the perfect soundtrack to him paying a loving tribute to her body.
"Merda," he said under his breath as his erection grew even harder, pressing against his slacks. He closed his eyes trying to, again, calm his heated body. He opened his eyes slowly, dropping his head down to stare at his crotch. "You're trying to get me in trouble," he whispered fiercely.
"Hey, Matt," Camille said walking back into the living room. "You know that you don't have to stand in the doorway all night don't you?"
"What?" Matt shook his head. "Oh, right." He walked uncomfortably into the room sitting down next to Camille who had changed into a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt, her damp hair pulled back into a pony tail.
"So, what would you like to drink?" Camille asked, using the remote to turn on her television.
"You have beer?"
She nodded. "Regular, lite, dark, vodka, rum…?"
Matt looked at her surprised. "Do you actually keep all of those in stock?"
"Nah," Camille said waving a hand, dismissively. "I actually only have Corona. I just added the rest to make your staying sound more appealing."
"I can assure you that it was not necessary," he said stretching his arm along the back of the sofa. "Oh, and Corona is fine, as long as you don't tell anyone about it."
"Ha ha," Camille said standing. "One day, you're going to appreciate my tastes for girlie beers," she said heading toward her kitchen. She returned a moment later with a bottle of beer and glass of lemonade. "Here you go," she said giving Matt the bottle before sitting down on the sofa, making sure there was some room between them. She picked up the remote again and began to channel surf. "So, would you like to watch a movie, or just see what cable has to offer."
Matt took a drink of the beer before answering. "I don't mind," he said shrugging. "Whatever you'd like will be fine with me."
Camille nodded then surfed until she found a made for TV movie. As she put the remote down, Matt put his arm behind her and when she sat up again, he pulled her body in close to his. She looked up to meet his eyes and was met by a lazy smile. She returned it, then rested her head on his side.
They began to chat again. Mostly about the movie and how horrible it was, but neither made a move to change the channel. After a while, Camille stopped talking and Matt realized from her deep even breathing, that she had fallen asleep. Moving as little as possible, he kicked his shoes off and pulled his legs onto the sofa, thankful that it was big enough for them both to lie on.
He gave her a feather light kiss on her forehead before dropping his head back against the pillows and closing his eyes. Falling asleep with Camille this close to him and not being able to make love to her would most likely keep him up for a while but, at the moment, he couldn't think of anywhere else he'd rather be.