Matthew and Camille Ch. 06byinnocent_angel©
Matt fought to remain asleep, but the incessant ringing wouldn't go away. He slowly cracked one eye open. Confusion flooded his senses as he looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. He looked down at Camille, who was soundly sleeping against his side and memories of their rainy night came back to him. He then looked towards the hall as the ringing continued. The door, he guessed, was where the persistent ringing was coming from.
He looked back to Camille, who remained undisturbed by the early morning caller, then back toward the hall. He sighed as he realized that the person at the door probably wouldn't be going away anytime soon. He kissed the top of Camille's head as he slowly maneuvered his way from the sofa, glad that he hadn't disturbed her. He made his way toward the door, wincing at the coolness of the tiles in the foyer under his bare feet. He unlocked the door, not bothering to look out of the peephole before pulling it open.
"Whoa," Danielle said, surprised to see Matt and not her sister opening the door. "Well, good morning big fella. I'm guessing you and my sister had a good time," she said trying and failing to hide the growing smile on her face.
"Good morning," Matt replied in a low voice, stepping back to allow her entrance. He closed the door and faced Danielle.
"My sister up yet," she asked turning to him, also keeping her voice down, "or is she that worn out?"
Matt ran a hand through his already mussed hair before answering. "Uh, I think she's still sleeping on the sofa," he said pointing toward the living room. "We fell asleep on the sofa," he explained to Danielle who had already stopped listening and was making her way to the aforementioned sofa.
Danielle tip toed in and bent down in front of the sofa. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth. "Hey little sister!" She yelled.
"What?!?!" Camille screeched as she nearly fell completely off of the sofa. She looked around confused before her eyes landed on Danielle's grinning face. "What the hell, Danielle?"
"I should ask you the same thing," Danielle said gesturing over her shoulder to Matt who lazily leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the exchange between the two.
"What, oh," Camille said waving her away. "It rained last night. His clothes got wet, and I dried them. Then we watched a movie until we fell asleep, on the sofa," Camille said stressing the last part.
"Right," Danielle said skeptically.
"Shut up," Camille said. She stood, stretching as she did, then she walked over to where Matt stood, stopping just in front of him. "I'll go get your shirt," at Matt's nod, she hurried off.
Fifteen minutes later, after she'd brushed and he'd gargled, they stood near her front door. Matt was now fully dressed in his own clothes and shoes with his arms around her waist. "What are you doing today?"
Camille shrugged as she ran the tips of her fingers over the rough stubble on his cheeks and chin, enjoying the way it felt. "I'm going to have lunch with Amy and Danielle, it's something we do every weekend, but other than that, I didn't have anything planned. I'll probably just sit around the house, or clean some, why?"
"Well, there is going to be an outdoor jazz concert tonight, permitted that the rain doesn't start again. I would like for you to come with me. It's in the park," he said gently massaging her lower back.
"Mmm," Camille moaned unable to hold it back. She was so caught up in the work of Matt's hand that she forgot to give him an answer. Apparently she'd waited too long, because Danielle passed by them, elbowing Camille roughly in the back as she did, causing her to move even closer to Matt.
"Man asked you a question," Danielle said before disappearing into the kitchen.
"Thank you, Danielle," Camille said toward the door.
Matt laughed. "So, yes, no?"
"Yes, yes, I'd love to go. What time should I be ready?"
"It starts a seven, so I will pick you up at about six thirty. Will that work for you?" He asked.
"Of course," she said smiling. "Like I said, I have nothing, aside from the girls' lunch planned today"
"Okay," he said bending to give her a light kiss on the lips.
Camille nodded, drawing her bottom lip into her mouth in an effort to taste any essence of him that he'd left behind.
Matt's eyes immediately followed the action, causing an instant stir in his pants. He watched her for a moment before dipping his head again, this time intent and invading her mouth. Camille's arms went up to circle Matt's neck as she raised herself up to meet him, her tongue following his lead as he entered her mouth then retreated allowing her to enter his.
Her mind clouded as he entered her mouth once again, massaging every reachable surface inside. She felt the hardness of his erection on from her stomach as his hands cupped her generous bottom, pulling her up almost completely off of the floor. A moan vibrated through their mouths and Camille hadn't a clue as to who had made the sound.
"Eww, I'm still here could you two stop?" Danielle said passing by them once again, and heading toward the living room.
Matt smiled against Camille's lips as he slowly lowered her to the floor.
"I'm beginning to really dislike my sister," she said glaring in the direction in which Danielle had disappeared.
"I have to go anyway. I'll give you a call later today," he said reaching behind him to open the door.
Camille nodded. "Okay," she said smiling at him as she ran a playful hand through his hair.
He smiled back at her. "I'll see you later." He leaned down to give her another kiss, this time both their tongues remained inside of their mouths, then gave her a quick hug before walking out of the door and pulling it closed behind him.
"So when are and your boy toy/boyfriend going to go out again?" Danielle asked sipping on her iced tea as they patiently waited for their lunch orders to arrive.
They were in their favorite Saturday afternoon lunch spot. A tradition that they'd started not long after Amy had come to work with Camille at Bishop.
Camille rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her water before she spoke. "He's not my boyfriend or my boy toy. He's just a guy that took me out on one date," she said holding up one finger. She had yet to tell them about the encounter in her office and with the way they reacted to everything, she wasn't sure she would ever tell them.
"Did you or did you not just spend the night with him?" Amy asked, already knowing what the answer would be.
Camille glared at Danielle who merely shrugged. She had already informed Amy about Camille's house guest before Camille had even had the opportunity. "We didn't sleep together. We watched a movie, and that's all."
"Okay so you guys didn't go to sleep…together, in your living room?" Danielle asked, a smirk on her face.
"Alright, yes, technically we slept together, but what I mean is that we didn't have sex."
"Never said you did," Amy said shrugging. "But, by your own admission, the two of you spent the night together, correct."
Camille rolled her eyes again. "Yes, Amy, but it rained last night, hard, and I didn't want him driving--"
Amy held up her hand, stopping Camille. "Right, and did he or did he not ask you to go out with him again tonight?" Amy asked a serious look on her face.
"Oh and let's not forget about that little foyer incident before he left," Danielle added
Rolling her eyes, Camille ignored Danielle. Amy already knew about that too. "He did," she answered obligingly.
"And are you totally blind to the significance of him taking you to his sister's restaurant?" Amy asked, her tone clearly saying that she thought Camille was an idiot if that were the case.
"He just wanted to take me to a good restaurant. It just happens to belong to his sister," she said trying to downplay it, but sounding lame even to herself.
Amy and Danielle looked at each other and nodded, then back at Camille. "He's your boyfriend," they said simultaneously.
"Whatever," Camille said rolling her eyes. "Anyway, Matt and I aren't rushing into anything. He realizes that I'm not the type of girl who just rushes in, eyes closed, arms, or legs, open."
Amy nearly choked on her tea. "Did you tell him?" She asked.
"No, no, God, of course not. I just met him. I'm not ready to tell him my life story over dinner. Sort of a buzz kill, guys," she said as the waiter brought out their food.
"Do you plan on telling him?" Danielle asked, starting in on her sandwich.
Camille shrugged. "Like I've said, he's a nice guy but, I don't want to tell him about this major part of my life; sordid details that only a hand full of people are privy to. Bottom line, I like him. I really don't want to have him turn tail and run because he thinks I'm damaged goods."
Amy reached over and grabbed Camille's hand, "Babe, you're not damaged goods."
"No, you're not," Danielle chimed in.
"You're a great chick, and you deserve a great guy, one who won't run at the first sign of trouble," Amy said sincerely.
"Yep," Danielle agreed, "and if he can't see that then to hell with him. He's not worth it," she said lifting her glass.
"Damn right," Amy said, lifting her glass to toast Danielle. "Oh, and my brother will be back from basic in less than a month, so if he's that much of a jackass, we can get Kale to kick his ass. Maybe if we ask nicely, we can get our Ellie here to give him a lap dance and he'll do it for free."
"You are disgusting," Danielle said, pushing Amy slightly.
"What? You know my brother's in love with you. Has been since the first time he saw you."
Danielle rolled her eyes. "Kale is not in love with me. He may, emphasis on may, have had a tiny little boy crush on me a while back but I'm sure that a life of traveling with the military has helped him get over that."
"Okay, two things, a, it's a little more than a crush," Camille said ticking the items off on her fingers, "he really does like you. And b, that boy ain't a boy anymore, I've seen the pictures. Kale has grown up."
"He's still younger than me."
"Oh whatever," Amy said shaking her head. "he's only a year younger than me."
"Which makes him-"
"A grown ass man by anyone else's standards," Camille cut in. "So get off your old horse and give the boy a chance."
"It's high horse," Danielle commented.
"Not in this case," Amy interjected.
"And anyway, that's not what it is," Danielle said ignoring Amy. "I'm thirty-two, almost ten years, count them, ten years, older than him."
"Whatever, that's exactly what it is and anyway, almost doesn't count. You're only eight years older than him," Camille said dismissing Danielle's answer.
"Look," Amy said, "he'll be here in a couple of weeks. We can have a dinner party to welcome him back. Camille can bring Fabio, you can just give Kale a look-see and a good time can be had by all."
"Hey," Camille said indignantly, "his name isn't Fabio, it's Matt, well, Matteo actually, but not Fabio."
"Well what if it doesn't happen between us?" Danielle asked. "I don't want you trying to kill me because I hurt your little brother's feelings."
"I wouldn't suggest it if I thought you were the maneater type," Amy answered. "Honestly, he really likes you. He's been begging me to check you out for him."
"We've only met like twice," Danielle said trying one last time to bail out.
"Sometimes that's all it takes," Camille added, having seen her affect on Kale from day one. "Come on, Ellie, give him a chance, we're begging, see."
Amy and Camille immediately leaned in closer to each other and, putting their heads together, turned to Danielle giving her their best sad puppy eyes and quivering bottom lips. "Pretty please."
Danielle gave a disgusted huff. "Fine, I'll do it, as long as you two stop making those hideous faces."
"Okay, now can we finish this lunch before dinner?" Camille asked.
"If you guys would stop trying to set me up, we could've been out of here a day ago."
They all laughed, figuring that Danielle was probably right.