Beautiful Disaster

Ysabella was utterly surprised to find such a romantic setting before her; the sconces on the walls were dimly lit, the curtains drawn for privacy, and the warm pool in the middle of it was steaming, beckoning the young lovers into its soothing depths. It had been awhile since Ysabella had properly relaxed in a setting such as this, and squeezed Cam's hand as he led her further into the room.

Her cheeks flamed, "Cam, I no bathing clothes. Or that all part of your plan?"
He smirked. "I won't peak."

Did he intentionally torture her? Really, he was foolish and naive to think that if they were both naked in a pool of hot, bubbling water, together that they would be able to help their hands to themselves. Still, Ysabella didn't object. Just because they weren't going to have sex didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy these small romantic gestures that he offered to her.

After stripping down, Ysabella submerged herself in the hot tub, sighing when the hot water touched her aching limbs. The jets dove into the knots in her back, and she rested her head against the side of the grand pool.
Soon, Cameron slipped in, his hands soughting out her frame immediately. Soon they were curled to one side, Ella's legs draped over his lap as his lips tapped her temple.
Ella smiled sleepily, "I think you knew too well. But I need better warning next time – how I suppose to no touch when we not wearing clothing?"
"I guess that's the challenge," he replied teasingly.
She rolled her eyes, "you know if we keep doing, this not work very well, right? Or that part of your plan, too..." This was the exactly the reason she had rejected a shower with him in the first place; his muscles were hard and rigid underneath her skin, and his jumped just as much as hers did with the contact. A wave of memories came flooding back, and Ella bit her lip, trying to suppress the warmth that surged through her.
"Never reveal my plans," he responded.
Ella laughed and punched his shoulder, "you mean."

They talked for a long time after that, every topic under the sun coming up – Cam seemed genuinely interested in her life in Yemen, and in turn, she asked questions about his childhood. She discovered the true joys of having a large number of siblings, and the warmth that spread throughout the family despite their place in society. Even as they grew and separated into their own families (all of his brothers and one sister were now married), Cam still seemed fond of each one. It was rare that he spoke illy of them, and when he did, he often followed with a compliment to their character.
As the conversation began to fade, however, their mouths became occupied with something much more arousing – each other's lips. Every time Ella's chest swiped his, an electrical shock surged down to her legs, even though his hand never once came in contact with the skin.

His fingers tangled in her wet tresses and Ella sighed, "what you call it, when you warm... and want someone... to... touch you, like that?"
"Horny?" he suggested.
Ella laughed at that and scrunched up her nose, "that weird word."
Cameron snickered in return. "Are you...?" He arched an eyebrow inquisitively.
"I warm, all over...," she murmured, pressing her nose into his shoulder, "but horny... that too weird of word. I no devil with little horns in my head! I just... you know..."
 
Cameron smirked slightly, one hand draped along the pool side, the other around her waist, but even without touching her she was already becoming 'warm' and that was enough to flick a switch inside him as well. He would stay good though and stick to the promise they had made to each other. No sex. No sex. No sex. Why the hell was it so hard?! "Me too," he murmured with a tiny grin, lips dragging against her neck. "But I'll keep my hands to myself."
Ella smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "thank you."
"Mmm, you're welcome," he replied, moving his other hand so it hung on the pool side as well. "So, Paul was telling me about getting you a gig at the club. Would you ever want it?" Cameron would pluck a few strings to get Ysabella a professional music career whenever she wanted it, but he doubted she'd like the publicity. He figured singing was something she did as a hobby, on the side.
She shook her head hastily, "never sing in front of others..."
"Why not?" he inquired out of curiosity. Well, of course the obvious reason that she had been mute only a few months ago but…"You sound great, more than great, actually. Amazing."
"Not enough to sing for other, though. I like sing when cook, or clean... or I use to sing children sleep. But that all. I prefer it that way, like it my own private secret."
Cameron nodded. "Understandable." He had never been gifted with artistic abilities, just the intellectual ones such as using his mouth and graduating Columbia with a flawless 4.0 GPA. Besides that, he could barely draw the stick man, danced like he was just learning to walk, and sang like a fork in the garbage disposal. Needless to say, he appreciated any talent from that field.


They sipped at wine a little longer, exchanging conversation effortlessly in each other's arms. Things couldn't possibly get any better…well, that was until his phone started to go off by the pool side, a familiar name across the caller ID that caused the same nausea in his stomach as it did whenever he had to hear or speak to her since the break up.

With Ysabella still in grasp, he pressed the accept button, phone against his ear.
"Yeah?" he asked, wanting to end the call and return his attention to someone much more interesting.
"Look, I called you to invite you to Paul's club tomorrow night. Bring a date."
Hah, how many times had he heard that line before? "What are you doing at Paul's club? Since when do you give so much of a damn about Paul to go to one of his concerts?" To be frank, he was surprised they were having leveled conversations. Her calls either comprised of red hot fury, choked sobs, or both. He wanted Miranda to get over him and find someone else, just like he was trying to do.
"Does it matter? Just bring someone!" And with that, she hung up, leaving Cameron to raise his brows at the phone before placing it back on the tile and returning his gaze to Ysabella.

"That was just Miranda," he said matter-of-factly, as it if wasn't blatantly obvious.
 
Ysabella was surprised to hear Miranda's name leave Cam's lips. Though she had no malice towards the woman (after all, she had never done anything to blatantly hurt her... in fact, she had done the exact opposite), she never liked to hear her name muttered. She could see the remnants of grief and pain still in Cam's eyes whenever he spoke of her; she knew the wounds of the breakup were still fresh, and Ella did her best to respect that.

"What she say?" she asked, removing a wet piece of hair from his forehead.
"She keeps inviting me to Paul's club for some reason," Cam confessed, continually running his palm up and down her side, though now his gaze looked a little more disconnected than usual.
Ysabella planted a kiss on his chin, catching his attention once more, "why she do that? I thought she never like Paul. When I last talk him... at motel, he say he not fond of her. He different reason that you and she, so it make sense."
Cam just shrugged and squeezed her closer, "it doesn't even matter, I'm not going nonetheless."

Ella nodded her head, but was genuinely curious as to why Paul and Miranda seemed to have taken a sudden interest in one another. Obviously, it was none of her business; however, by nature she was naive and curious, and could not possibly concoct an idea as to why they were suddenly so close.

"You go," she murmured, "then hopefully, she leave alone. I see her name on screen, and your face.. it drop. Maybe going end it all, and then live in peace?"
Cam looked into the bubbling water for a moment, scratching his head with the hand that wasn't firmly attached to her bare hip. "I'm afraid of what I'll find, Ella."
Carefully, Ella removed herself from the water, hoisting herself out of the tub and slipping about on the floor momentarily. Cam just watched as she grabbed a towel, leaning over and kissing him gingerly. "You never know until you go. I want you thank Paul, too, for what did for me... he very good man, an angel for bringing me back to you."

He smirked, grabbing his own towel as he emerged. "She told me to bring a date... so, if you're up for it, you can be my plus one."
Ysabella frowned, but just as she was about to open her mouth in protest, his thumb grazed her exposed nipple, and warmth spread down to her toes once more. He smirked after that, kissing her and leading her into the next room to redress.
 
~ ~ ~

Cameron's nerves were beginning to get the best of him as he pulled that shiny Mercedes-Benz into the parking lot of Paul's club, ten-thirty flashing on the clock overhead. He hadn't seen Miranda in what felt like forever and now with Ysabella by his side, there was no telling what could potentially happen inside that club. Paul was the only one that knew of them secretly dating and for some reason, Cameron believed Miranda would go absolutely batshit if she learned who exactly he was going out with now – the mute housemaid who had been by her side for years. But for some reason, Cameron wanted to flaunt her to the world as properly his; he was beyond caring if other people supported his decisions or not. The only reason he wasn't telling his family and friends was due to the fact he wasn't sure if Ysabella would approve.

"Do you want me to tell Miranda about us?" he asked once the engine was cut off.
Ella shook her head "I no think so... She hate me..."

Cameron nodded, already knowing that Miranda would positively despise Ysabella if she figured out her housemaid was the other woman. He didn't plan on keeping their relationship a secret forever, but if she needed more time to adjust to everything and build up the necessary confidence to flash her face to the world, he wouldn't rush her. After all, things between them weren't completely concrete yet and they were more testing the waters than immediately jumping in.

"Alright," he responded, opening his car door before rushing around to pull hers open. "We'll go in as friends, and nothing more."
Ysabella nodded in response before following Cameron to the club doors, the sounds of rock and jazz shaking the medium sized structure, plumes of smoke wafting in every direction. He pulled his dark jacket closer against his slender frame, guiding the petite woman inside to see Paul finishing his final ballad before stepping down the platform and allowing the next scheduled musician to take reign.

At first Cameron didn't recognize the blonde at his side laughing wholeheartedly to a joke he was telling. Her hair was pulled up in a high pony tail, clad in a sequined racer back tank top under a leather jacket and dark skinny jeans, red lips pulling back in a smile until they connected with Cameron's. Her lips dropped slightly, although that teasing tone glimmered in her light green eyes, wrapping an arm around Paul's arm as she dragged him closer. He was shocked to see that Miranda wasn't surprised or even angry by Ysabella's presence in the slightest and the tall woman even smiled at her, rushing over to hug them both.

"I think we should all snag a table in the back and talk," she suggested with a faint smile. "Clearly we have a lot of news to exchange with each other." And to Cameron's absolute shock, her fingers dropped from Paul's arm until they were playfully intertwined with his, their eyes connecting like two foolish lovers caught in the act.
 
Ysabella didn't recognize Miranda, either; she was sure that when the young woman, heartbroken after being dumped by her long-term boyfriend, saw the two of them together she would flip. But instead she did the exact opposite – and Ella imagined it had something to do with the fact that she had seemed to have moved on pretty quickly from her fiance, as well.

Her arm was draped over Cam's, a more protective gesture than romantic, and she squeezed it slightly. Cam's body was already tense beside her, and she could sense his own confusion as well.

They all slid into a small booth at the corner of the musty pub, a new band coming to play at the stage. They were far back enough, however, so that they could hear each other speak... not that Ella was sure she wanted to hear what was coming from Miranda's lips, however.

"I'm surprised you actually came," Miranda smiled, "and with Ella, too! I thought I would never convince you to get down here."
It was so odd hearing Miranda's voice coming from that face – where normally neutral, natural make-up had once sat now donned a pair of hot red lips and equally as striking eye shadow. She looked happier, though, despite the dark eyeliner that rimmed every of her dark green eyes.
"Yeah, well, she convinced me. And couldn't miss out on Pauly's concert," he said with a slight grin, uncertainty still in his eyes.
Miranda's gaze shifted to Ella, and she asked, "did you like it, Ella? I heard that Cameron took you once before."
She nodded her head carefully, feeling her cheeks heat. Despite the genuine smile on the woman's lips, she was still expecting her to pounce and gouge her eyes out. Cam seemed to sense her nervousness, as well, because his hand gripped underneath the table.

"A lot has happened in the past few weeks," she commented.
They all nodded, and when no one else spoke, fearful of their words in front of the bubbly woman, she continued, "I guess I'll cut right to the chase, Cam... I wanted to come clean tonight, and start fresh... as friends again. So, I want you to know that... Paul and I... we were seeing each other during this whole wedding fiasco."
It was Ella's turn to grip at Cam's hand now, fearing an emotion out of him. The words were striking to her... she could only imagine what sort of emotion they would bring for the woman's ex-fiance.
"S-Seeing each other?" Cameron stammered, glancing at the pair wildly.
It was Paul's turn to speak, "y'know how it is, man... temptations are hard." His eyes glanced to Ysabella for a second, and instinctively she shrunk into Cam's side, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment and fear.
 
Temptations are hard? Was he truly being that fucking lax about the whole damn thing? Cameron felt like diving across the table and strangling him but knew he wasn't any better. But, what he did with Ysabella, could that even measure up to what Paul did? They were best friends and best friends didn't go after each other's girls. At least Ella had been some random house maid, but this was his long-term girlfriend he was talking about so calmly! Cameron wasn't sure how to think, simply relishing in Ysabella's firm hold. But if he were to truly look back on the events previously, it made sense she was seeing someone else and Cameron couldn't help but feel like it was his fault she turned to other men for attention. With Ysabella and work, he had hardly given her the time of day and Paul was simply a warm, relatively attractive body of the opposite sex. It was bound to happen.

"I can't believe how utterly stoic you just sounded but I kinda understand, I guess. You two balance each other off perfectly," Cameron admitted. Paul completed Miranda in ways he never had and as long as they were happy, he couldn't be the hypocrite to throw a fit.
"I know," Miranda said with a smile, leaning into his shoulder. The two people that would have united the richest families together for the millennia's hottest couple were perfectly content in another person's arms. This was news that could quite possibly fill all the hottest gossip rags for months, maybe even a year, give or take, but they didn't give a damn. "And of course I should have suspected it – you two are so cute together!"
Ysabella simply smiled timidly, Cameron shooting a wide smirk in their direction. "Well thanks."
"I think this calls for some double dates in the near future, man."
"Wouldn't that be…awkward?" he questioned with a teasing chuckle. It was nice they were being all friendly now, but the fact his recently ex-girlfriend of six years was dating his best friend still took some adjusting to, and he assumed the same thing went for Miranda as well.

She nodded grimly, taking a long swig of her Bourbon. "Yeah, maybe in the future but we should air this out a few months. I just wanted to let you know in case you decide to go to Paul's place and see me there."
Cameron winced. "Yeah, that'll take some getting used to."
"Well, I'm having Paul as my escort to the annual all white Winter gala so that should stir some more drama in the paparazzi. But I don't even give a shit, I want the world to know about my awesome rocker boyfriend." Miranda pressed a tender kiss to Paul's lips causing Cameron to scowl, the wounds still fresh even though he had been the one to initiate the break up. "You should bring Ysabella!"
"That's an image implanted in my mind that I'll never be able to get rid of," he said with a groan before adding, "And I think I'm staying away from the media for a few weeks – not in the right mental state for any of that."
Miranda nodded. "Well if ya' say so."
"I was forced into this by the way, bro. But that's cool, whenever you're ready."
 
Even though Miranda wasn't flailing across the table and trying to strangle her, Ella still felt fearful of the situation; the two of them were oddly nonchalant about the new arrangements... while Ella and Cam remained a bit stunned. Then again, the adjacent couple had had time to digest this news; it was now hitting the other square in the face, giving them a slight deer-in-headlights looks to their eyes.

The rest of their conversation revolved around future plans, and the tone remained relatively playful. It seemed as though Miranda and Paul were just "trying things out" as she and Cam were, though they seemed much more serious so soon. The young woman was practically sitting in his lap, as though they had been together for years.
Cam never asked too many questions about what had gone in, and in turn, they hadn't questioned him either. Ella imagined that Paul had divulged most of their secrets to his new girlfriend already; she had poured her heart out on the table that day at the motel, and now, she wondered if that had been the right thing to do.

Just as the two men ordered another round of beers, Miranda reached across the table touched Ella's hand. She jumped, and met the woman's lined eyes. "I hope you know I'm not mad at you at all, Ella. I can... understand how things happened. They just do."
Ella offered a smile, albeit smile and weak, nodding her head slightly. She still wasn't completely comfortable talking with Miranda, after being mute around her for so long.
Miranda smiled, "and you look beautiful without your hijab. Cam's done good to you." Instinctively, Ella reached for her scarf; it was tied around her hair and neck like she had been styling it usually, rather than shrouding her neck and face.
The woman soon turned her attention back to her ex-fiance, "I hope you've been good to Ella, Cam! She looks a little thin, y'know...," she teased.
Cameron looked unsure of what to say before shooting a playful smile in her direction, responding, "You know me, Mir. Ladies man since I left my mother's womb."
The woman rolled her eyes, "tell me about it."

It was nearly two hours later, and even more rounds of drinks, that the couples finally parted. Their goodbyes had been simple, and most certainly not permanent; they had agreed to stay in touch, and not allow themselves to get too engrossed in what the tabloids were saying about each other.

Ella walked beside Cam as they made their way to the car, and just as they rounded a corner she touched her arm, "are you okay?"
He nodded sullenly. "Yeah, I'm fine."
She bit her lip; it was at times like these that Ella really couldn't read him... couldn't determine if he was relieved or upset, angry or subdued. He was awfully good at hiding his emotions because he showed nothing in his face or his eyes. Even as Ella reached for him he didn't reach back out, sending her, cheeks flaming with embarrassment, a few steps behind him.

When they arrived back at his place and locked the door behind them, Ella timidly asked, "can I get anything, you?" She was starving for any sort of conversation... a signal that the Cam she knew was still inside of that shell.
"Nah, I'm fine," he replied.
Ella watched him for only a moment, nodding her head briefly and retreating to the second floor. She could only hope that a hot shower and a long sleep would clear both their heads.
 
Seeing Miranda had brought about once dormant feelings inside himself that Cameron couldn't even begin to understand. He broke up with her, so why was he feeling like this? This feeling welling in the pit of his stomach? Cameron sincerely didn't mean to push off Ysabella like she meant nothing, but he just felt so frustrated[i/] and feared if he were to open his mouth, words would slip out that he didn't mean. It was a given he had intense feelings for her, and he only wanted them to expand, not deteriorate. This time Cameron would do everything he could to make the relationship work, something he hadn't done with Miranda. He only hoped she was good with Paul, although it was blatantly obvious they were just one of those couples that were so different yet melded so well together. Cameron was surprised to find a tinge of jealousy flash across his dark blue eyes in the mirror, quietly stripping down. It almost made him wonder why he hadn't been able to bring out that wild side in Miranda begging for freedom, the one she had lost at the descent of her childhood. Now, that untamed blonde was back and burning as bright as ever and Cameron couldn't help but feel like he had never been good enough.

Maybe they both needed partners that were unlike what they were used to – from completely different walks of lives. They both craved for significant others that weren't born from riches like they had been and therefore brought with them the chunk of harsh reality they were both intrigued and excited by. Cameron and Miranda had simply wanted a change of scenery, to rebel against the richest elites their parents had tried to match them with. From the Debutante Balls that Miranda had to attend, the fancy Young Entrepreneur dinners Cameron was forced to attend with his father, they both wanted to go against what was sociably acceptable in their world. After stepping into that steaming box, head pressed against the glass wall, everything was beginning to make sense, and with that, his mood was gradually recuperating.

Cameron didn't jump when he felt those slender arms wrap around his torso, soft kisses in between his shoulder blades as a soft feminine voice murmured, "You lie to me, Cam..."
"How?" he whispered against the droplets of water pouring down on their rigid muscles, matching with the tempo of the oncoming rainstorm outside.
She shook her head, "you not okay. I know, I see it in you."
Cameron wouldn't lie to her; he hated keeping secrets and even though he had come to the realization they would have never worked out regardless of how hard they tried, it was still a tender wound. "I, it's just, I guess after seeing Miranda again… it was hard. I mean, we've been dating for six years, and to have it end so abruptly, it takes getting used to."
Ella smiled gingerly, "I know. And I not say that you no feel like that anymore, but I not want you to worry about it. It hard, so hard... but she move on, you deserve too..." She paused for a moment, "you regret happen?"
Cameron nodded softly. For the last two to three weeks, all he had been doing was trying to move on, which had been working pretty well until tonight. Seeing her face…with his best friend. He made a mental note to deck him in the face later on and then get answers. The only reason he hadn't demanded to speak with him in private tonight was due to the fact he felt too emotionally drained from seeing Miranda all together. "I know," he agreed. "And of course not, Ysabella. I'm happy here, with you."
 
Ysabella hadn't had to think very hard about joining Cam in the shower; she knew that he was upset, and seeing him in such a mood did things to hers as well. So Ella had followed close behind, only stripping down and stepping into the heated stall once he had settled with a temperature and wet his hair.

His skin was hot underneath hers and Ella rested her fingertips gently against his muscular core. She knew that he was shrouding his face on purpose, and though she didn't approve, she wasn't going to force him to reveal his emotions if he didn't want to.

"Are you sure?" she whispered. There was no missing the intense regret that had lurked in his face when he had seen Paul and Miranda, looking absolutely happy, together. She wondered if Cam still carved something like that; after all, it wasn't like Ella was completely up for kissing and cuddling in public. In fact, their relationship was only known to a few people – and even they had only assumed something was going on.
"Positive," he replied, turning around to peck her softly on the forehead.

Seeing his face now, Ella surveyed his eyes carefully – they were the window to his emotions, hence why he had attempted to hide them. And despite the fact that he was pushing his feelings backwards, Ella could still see the sadness.
Without a word Ella grabbed the clean washcloth, lathering it up with soap before gingerly drawing it along his taut skin, watching the skin as it contracted underneath her touch. If anything, she wanted him to relax tonight and clear his head of any regrets and fears.

Drawing the cloth along his broad shoulders, Ella murmured, "you mad at them?"
"More surprised," he murmured. "Maybe a little pissed at Paul for not telling me he liked Miranda."
Ysabella smirked at that, gesturing him to turn around once more. When he did, she gently passed the soap over his skin, kissing the highest point she could reach before telling him, "it weird how it all happen... I scare that Paul tell her what we do, though? I no want her to mad at me.."
It was Cameron's turn to smile as he responded, "I'm sure they've done worse, Ella."
Ella shook her head, pressing herself into his back and wrapping her arms around his midsection once more, relishing in the heat. She murmured into his skin, partially muffled, "it be okay, Cam. I not famous woman with lot money, but I promise I try to be good like that..." Even if it had only been there a moment, Ella hadn't missed the longing in Cam's eyes – after all, he had been with Miranda for half a decade and known her even longer... there was no way he could let go of her that easily. And though she was much different than the vivacious blond, Ella would do her best to try and fill that void left now.
 
Cameron wasn't upset over the fact he broke up with Miranda. It was completely opposite than that – he was relieved, and he didn't want Ysabella to think she didn't measure up to his ex when the woman had done so many wonderful things with and to him for the short amount of time they knew each other. Hell, she had evoked more butterflies in his stomach than his entire six year relationship with Miranda and he had no qualms with openly admitting it. The once-celebrity couple was now beginning to realize they had never truly made each other giddy-excited since the day they decided to date, and their respective partners were doing a better job at that then they would have ever been able to do as one.

"Your amazing, Ella," he reassured, pushing back her hair and dragging his lips across hers. "You're everything I've ever craved for in a woman and I hope you don't lose sight of that." Cameron was never the type to delve in his emotions but he felt that she needed to hear that, and from him, given their current situation and the thoughts that were probably brewing in her head about Miranda. He didn't want her to believe for a second he favored the blonde in a relationship over her.
She ran her thumb along his cheek, brushing away the water, "it scare me, that I so different from other woman here. I opposite. I no rich, no thin or blonde... no even speak English half time."
Cameron couldn't help but grin at her. "That's what makes you so attractive and amazing, Ella. Do you think I care if you're rich or thin or blonde? I'm attracted to you for you and don't give a shit what anyone else thinks." He was far from shallow and didn't give a rat's ass about her back account or if she was some trust fund baby that had everything handed to her on a silver platter. Obviously Cameron hated the lifestyle and therefore had friends like Paul who couldn't possibly be anymore 'average'.
Ella smiled timidly, "thank you." She kissed his chin briefly before adding, "and I sorry.. I not know how we talk about insecure me. Are you sure you okay... I not want you to be sad, Cam..."
Cameron simply chuckled, pressing a kiss to her nose. "I'm fine. But I do think I'd be even better if I had a beautiful girl to wrap my arms around tonight."
"Oh," she murmured, lips parting, "well, I may be able to help that."

~ ~ ~
 
When Ella woke the next morning, it was not on her own accord – instead, a pair of large and masculine hands were fiddling underneath her nightgown, circling her belly button and fiddling with the band of her panties. She wiggled in Cam's grasp and tried to push him away, but his grip only tightened around her midsection, earning a giggle from the young woman.

"Knew this bad idea," she murmured groggily. They hadn't shared a bed since the last time they had sex, and now that they were in such close proximity on such a plush surface again, it was hard not to allow all the memories to come flooding back.
To Ella, Cam was like a drug – a highly addictive one, at that. She craved him when he wasn't near and when he was, she couldn't even enough of him... the only thing that could satisfy her desire was to have all of him, and at this point, she knew it was wrong. And when he was away, it was like she was going through withdrawal – any little remnant of him, like the scent on his pillow or his clothes in the hamper, had her going again.

Cameron smirked against her neck, lips feathering soft kisses there. "You're right. Although it's too late now."
Ella squirmed, "I planned to wake... but nooo... you won't let me! I stop this now, Mr. Ford, before this become even bader of an idea." His touch had her positively wild, little shoots of electricity pacing up and down her body. It was amazing what closeness in a bed could do... she hadn't felt this horny, as he had taught her, even in the shower or the hot tub.
He moved his hands from her mid section and to a more respectable position against her stomach with a coy smile. "I'll try to be good."
She was surprised by the disappointment that shrouded the warmth when he drew away. Turning around so that she faced him, Ella gingerly wrapped her hand around his muscular bicep. She smirked, "what if I like you, be bad boy?"

Cameron smirked, hands trailing up her stomach to firmly cup a breast. "Well if you like it, I guess I won't stop." He bit his lip before locking her in a tender kiss, bodies pressed closely together.

There was the fire again, surfacing in her chest and balling up, threatening to swallow her whole. Ella could feel her entire body heat, and wondered if Cam felt it, as well.
An instinctive and small moan surfaced against his lips, and when they pulled back, she whispered, "this so wrong... but know, I no mind being bad girl, once and while."
He smirked wickedly. "Good - I like your bad side."
Ella grinned. Then she momentarily slipped from his grasp, rolling onto her back and stretching out. They had left the curtains open the previous night, but the sun that filtered in through the massive windows was refreshing, like they were outside themselves, though free of the chilly weather.
It wasn't until he playfully pinched at her nipple that Ella realized Cam's hands were still underneath her nightgown and she squeaked, receiving only a chuckle from him. "Careful, C-Cam... or you be in trouble for you make me horn-ey..?" She snickered slightly at that word. She had to admit, though; it was rapidly becoming one of her favourites, alongside fuck.
 
Cameron had to admit, laying in a bed, and this close to her, had unexpected effects on him. He had good control for the most part but seeing Ysabella in that flimsy nightgown wrapped in his arms was enough to get his drive going again. They had promised no sex until they figured out what their relationship truly was, but it didn't mean things became any easier, especially since they had their own large pent house to live in with many features and many places to screw around in. He craved her voice crying his name again, toes curling as he submerged himself in that warmth. He felt goose bumps begin to prickle on his skin just thinking about, the temptations rising like high tide.

"What if I like you horny?" he teased, leaning on his side as he slowly circled her swollen nipple. Cameron would try to defeat the urge welling deep inside of him, and in particular areas, although his own teasing wasn't making it any easier on himself than it was for her.
Ella continually bit at her lip, finding off another whimper, "I no decide if that good or bad..."
Cameron smirked, pulling her onto him with a tiny wink as he reached up to press another kiss to her lips. "I don't think I can stay away from you," he admitted. "Or stop thinking about you…in that way." Of course he was trying but the fact of the matter was with every day their sexual tension would only heighten until it was far too unbearable. He was waiting for that day.
"Me either," she whispered, "and you not make it easy, touch me where you know I like most!"
"That's the point," he responded with a chuckle. Seeing Ysabella squirm was a highly entertaining sight and he absolutely enjoyed it. "Although these tiny night gowns aren't helping me out, either." Cameron tugged at the hem playfully, which barely grazed her upper thighs.
Ella raised her eyebrow playfully, "you prefer wear niqab again, long pants? I still have, if really bother you..."
"Nah," Cameron grinned. "I'd actually prefer it if you walked around sans clothes. Now that would be a sight for sore eyes." Obviously he was joking, but seeing Ysabella without the niqab was a great feat in his book. She was a gorgeous woman and Cameron couldn't understand why she'd try to cover that beauty, in spite of wanting to hide from someone.
Her brow furrowed, "you eyes hurt?"
Cameron automatically remembered to watch the use of American idioms in front of her, quickly explaining, "It means a welcomed sight."
"Well then, I be sure to go around in nakedness! Though I still not sure if it good or bad thing," she grinned.
"Good, definitely good," he was quick to assure with a snicker.

Watching Ysabella walk around stark naked all times of the day? He'd die and go to heaven.
 
"Mm," she pondered, biting at her lip momentarily, "I still not sure if it good thing. It like, if this happen"-she wiggled her hips on his crotch, smirking when she felt him rise against her-"but you not able to do thing? It that good?"

Her teasing wasn't helping Ella's own case, but at this point, she really didn't care...
Yes, they had promised one another to not have sex, but she hadn't thought it to be this hard (no pun intended). At this point, she was ready to completely disregard it; she needed a release, in some way... and with Cam underneath her, there was no way she wanted to let the moment pass so easily.

Cameron bit his lip, muttering, "Christ, I'm not gonna last if you do that."
Ella grinned, moving her hips against his a bit more aggressively. He contained to groan, gripping onto her hips and trying to still her. His face was reddening by the moment, his hands holding her a bit tighter. "See, it no good now! Can't do anything..."
"It's always good," he replied with a grin. "Even if you drive me crazy, I like it."
He was only egging her on, and making the situation all the more worse for him. But she was willing to play along, as long as he could take her incessant teasing. "What about," she murmured, moving her hands to the waistline of her panties. Once they moved downwards, she whimpered softly, "this? It still good, for you?"
A small groan left Cameron's lips, but he still nodded. "Yes," he breathed, the hard flesh between his legs jumping.

The heat was unbearable, and Ella's body was screaming for release. She could also sense that Cam seeked the exact same thing...
...and just because they had promised to not have sex until they were concrete, didn't mean they couldn't enjoy each other's bodies.

Ysabella rolled off of him, smirking as she flopped onto the other side of the bed, simultaneously pulling the bed sheet over top of her entire frame. A few seconds later soft, gentle moans were emitted from the lump in the sheets, the small body underneath squirming.
 
So the whole bed thing was proving to be a lot harder than expected. Cameron could feel that throbbing erection between his legs and the need to mount and ravage her was becoming increasingly hard to ignore. He could feel that tiny frown pull at his lips though as she rolled off of him, only for it to manifest into a surprised one by the time that miniscule lump in the sheets was moaning and squirming in pleasure. Was she…? Cameron didn't even care, that urge within him building. He wanted to be the purpose behind her ecstasy and figured a little fun was in order as long as he wasn't sticking anything anywhere. Besides, they had proved their conversations were just the same, even better, than when they first started having sex. Cameron knew their chemistry wasn't even an issue at this point, but for some reason, they both wanted to be officially dating before anything truly sexual transpired.

Cameron crawled over to her, pulling back that blanket and nibbling on her lobe. "Allow me," he whispered, and with that, he turned her shivering body over, lips connecting with her stomach as she let out a tiny, alarmed gasp of pleasure.
"C-Cam," she started but he silenced her as he continued to trail lower.
"We won't…" he assured her, knowing all he wanted to do was help her with that raging release. It was the least he could do considering the many times she had led him to his own.

Grabbing her hot thighs, he spread them apart, continuing to drag his lips until he found her hot center, tongue lapping at the entrance, Ysabella's fingers fisted in his hair urging him to delve deeper. Cameron relished in her loud cries, shaking the flat as her nails dug into his neck, begging him for more, tight legs wrapping around his neck. He pressed his tongue through the hot velvety walls, finding that sweet spot effortlessly as her moans intensified. "Oh g-g-god," she yelled out, her taste on his tongue.

Cameron reached up to pinch a nipple, working his mouth quicker against her, the orgasm bubbling from within her.
 
Okay, so clearly this didn't entail actually eating her... but the action was more than welcome, and had Ella writhing all over the bed. She had never experienced something as arousing and mind boggling as this; even when her previous customers had done such things, they were always rough and quick, barely bringing Ella to the point of release.

But Cam... oh god, Cam... he knew what buttons to press and when to press them. The sucking and lapping motion of his tongue was enough to send Ysabella to the edge, her body shuttering and her legs quivering as he pressed his mouth into her most sensitive part. Immediately his name left her lips, almost as an instinct; her fingers digging into his hair, urging him to continue. And as the warmth began to intensify inside of her, her moans only got louder, her grip tighter.

Just as the warmth began to rush downwards, making her feet tingle in that once familiar way, Ella drew her knees together. "C-Cam... I... I... I going t-to...," she whimpered. She wasn't sure if he wanted to be there when her climax finally did come, raging instead of her to be released.
Her back arched, her body begging for more, though her mind and heart were telling her that she should stop before she did something she'd regret.
He only nodded from his position, mouth fixed there as he increased his pace.
Ella shook her head, closing her eyes and nudging him with her knee, "Cam... p-please.. I... I..." There was only so much strength in her to hold back the orgasm.
He pressed his tongue deeper into her, hitting her at just the right angle, sending her body into another wave of shivers.
"Cameron!" she cried out. But before she could protest any further his lips had molded around her clit, sending her completely over the edge. Her legs tensed and then relaxed around his shoulders, his name leaving her lips in loud moans and groans. The warmth spread, and her chest heaved, sending her body into spasms of ecstasy.

She felt like she had reeled for minutes, moans leaving her lips continuously. And when her body finally calmed Cam spread her legs open a bit more, licking her sensually up and down.

"Oh, Cam...," she sighed, allowing the arch of her back to fall and her head to mold back into the pillow once more.
 
Once Cameron had lapped up every bit of her that had leaked onto his tongue, he feathered those soft kisses up her stomach and to her lips, breathing, "We might have to live in separate houses at this rate." The attraction was obvious, and at times unmanageable. There was no telling what would happen if they happened to wake up in the same bed together, no matter how PG they wanted things to remain for now. It would always start with the teasing and well…end somewhere else. God knows how far they would have gone if Cameron didn't pull off that second, realizing they were at that brink of going too far. He didn't want to break their promise, even though it was blatantly obvious where they stood.

"Nooooo, I like this much."
Cameron arched his eyebrow with a smirk. "Oh do you? So you wouldn't mind me teasing you mercilessly for every day that you continue to stay here?" That's how he was, and that's how he'd remain. Cameron had always loved to tease, mainly for the reaction, and Ysabella made his promiscuous games all the more fun.
"Only if lead to that more."
He snickered at her, arms underneath his head as Ysabella snuggled into him. If they could stay like this forever, he'd be perfectly content. For some reason, whenever he was with her, any problems in the outside world seized to exist – like a Novocain he was addicted to. Cameron loved the high. "I don't mind giving it," he teased. "And your screaming? I think you woke up the entire apartment complex!" He enjoyed evoking the pleasure from her; knowing each and every cry was solely from his doing.
A blush surfaced in her cheeks automatically, "I blame you, Cam... I... that never... felt that before."
That only caused Cameron to smile more contently, that smug grin falling across his lips once more. "Well I'm glad I make you feel that way."

Cameron was about to open his mouth to say something else when the sound of his phone buzzing against the nightstand brought their little fantasy world crashing down. Reading across the caller ID was the number to one of his very important clients, most likely inquiring about the Fergunson's Deal that was in the process of closing in Shanghai. He shot an apologetic smile in Ysabella's direction before murmuring, "I gotta take this." She simply nodded as he grabbed the Blackberry, quickly sliding out of bed while pulling up his pajama pants and treading out onto the balcony.

In times so perfect, work had to intervene. Cameron was forced to remember his job, and how much time it required. He only hoped Ysabella was able to adjust.
 
Once he had slipped away with his call, Ysabella quietly made the bed and changed into a fresh pair of panties. When she treaded back into the room Cam was still on the phone outside, and so she left once more, searching around the house for something to occupy herself.

The young woman had yet to explore the house, and imagined that Cam wouldn't mind. So she moved about, peaking into the various rooms – the one with the hot tub, his office, another guest room... it was quite a spacious place for a loft apartment, and Ysabella admired his taste in decoration. It was modernally dressed, most of the furniture in neutral shades of brown and grey.
Ella passed down a hallway, staring at the images on the wall. She imagined that most were of Cam and his siblings; despite the fact that they all had distinct features, their eyes connected them all... that striking of blue that Ella had never seen in another person before Cam. Many of them were dressed in suits and dresses, smiling into the camera.

Ella passed the photos quickly, returning to the bedroom. She fell back into the bed, stripping off her clothing and crawling into the plush sheets once more. They were soft and inviting against her skin, and Ysabella buried her face into his pillow, inhaling his masculine scent.

When Cam finally returned to the room, he glanced at the young woman. She grinned and held the sheet up against her bare chest, telling him, "I no think I wait anymore, Cam." After getting a little taste of sex again from the man that happened most of her, she doubted she would be able to get it off her mind... at least until he took her properly.
"What do you mean?" he asked, arching his eyebrow with a devilish smirk.
Ella rolled her eyes but then dropped the sheet, her skin forming goosebumps as she felt his gaze move down her exposed frame. "What call it, when you want to fuck, but person mean lot to you?"
"Making love?" he suggested.
Her eyes widened a bit at the word, but her surprise soon melted into a soft smile, "I want that, then."
He treaded over to her, pushing back her hair with a sincere smile. "Are you sure? I know you wanted to wait and alll...and in America making love is a lot different than fucking."
Ella bit her lip, "how?"
"Uh, well making love... it's emotional. When you really, really care for someone. It's a lot more personal."
She pulled back a bit, wondering if it was apprehension in his voice. Immediately the sheet was covering her up again, and her cheeks were flaming. "Oh..."
 
Cameron couldn't adequately sum up how much he craved to get close with Ysabella in that way once more, but he wasn't sure if she fully understood the meaning of 'making love.' His greatest fear was going too far and too soon, one of the major problems they had been trying to ignore the second time around. Cameron didn't want to screw things up again and with that, he murmured, "I-you don't know how much I want to, Ysabella. But…doing something like that is serious and we don't want to rush, remember? We've got all the time in the world." They did – now with Miranda officially out of the picture and youth on their sides, they didn't have to make rash decisions anytime soon.

Ella flopped down into her pillow, searching for her bra at the same time, "I k-know... it just... you make hard."
Cameron smirked gently. "Temptations always going to be a challenging factor in our relationship for now, but I'm sure there's ways to keep our minds occupied for the time being." With work on his mind, it was easy to forget any other desires and he was sure whenever they got the itch, they could busy themselves until the wave passed.
She offered him a meek smile, "I sorry. I just... when you make me like that, all I want more! But I stop, promise."
He chuckled, "I'm flattered. And for the sake of distracting ourselves, because believe me, the sight of you naked is getting me wound up all over again, we should have a nice PG conversation over coffee. I don't think we know too much of each other but since we're becoming…official, it's necessary." Cameron was just interested with her history in Yemen – from the little stories Ella had told him already, it seemed like she had been through hell and back for most of her childhood. Even though he was nowhere close to relating, he deserved to know mostly everything about his potential girlfriend. Cameron just hoped he didn't sound too demanding, that professional side always rearing its ugly head every now and again. Sometimes he found it hard to differentiate his work life with his romantic life, one of the biggest problems he had with Miranda.
"Coffee sound yummy," Ella smiled, finding her clothing once more.
He simply smiled, sliding out of the bed and into the kitchen to start the pot.

~ ~ ~

Once they were comfortably seated at the modern glass table in front of a grand bay window in much more clothes than they had started in, Cameron commented, "It's weird how I'm just realizing we know very little of each other." Besides the tidbits they had shared, in hindsight, there was much more to be known.
She shrugged lightly but nodded her head, "I blame me, at beginning, wish to be secret person…"
"I wasn't any better," he reassured with a smile. "But since we're starting over, I guess I'll just dive into it. And please let me know at any time if I'm being too nosy, or prying, or-" And he was rambling. "So um, besides dancing, were there any hobbies you particularly enjoyed when you were a child?"
 
Ella couldn't help but laugh softly, wrapping her hands around her coffee mug and staring into it. "I feel like I in interview, or speed date!" She took a sip before telling him, "but yes... sing lot, me and my mother. I also learn to read for long time."

She was surprised that she had no problem opening up to Cameron – though he had yet to dive deeper into her sorrows and her past, she felt more than ready to divulge any and all secrets to him. More than anyone else in her life, Ella trusted him; she knew that no matter what, he would keep her secrets just as dear as she did, and protect her in case any tried to come to light.
The feelings that bubbled in her chest were rather frightening, and nothing like what she had experienced earlier in their relationship. Lust had taken a backseat in moments like the one they had left behind, allowing another to surface.
It wasn't love, but Ella was convinced it could definitely be the start of something like it...

"I feel like I in interview, or speed date!" She took a sip before telling him, "but yes... sing lot, me and my mother. I also learn to read for long time."
Ella bit her lip, "I not know, for sure. Maybe six, or what after? I remember though, so I not baby."
"Oh," he murmured, instinctively reaching out a hand to squeeze hers. "My mom and I doesn't have the best relationship...but I couldn't imagine losing her so abruptly."
She looked down at their intertwined hands, nodding her head briefly, "it... hard."

Despite the years that spanned between now and then, Ysabella could still see her mother's face, echoed back when she looked in the mirror. Her father, with dark eyes and equally as dark hair, hadn't passed many traits down to his daughter.
That fact had caused both women a lot of heartache, but in the end, Ella was glad she had inherited her mother's sea blue eyes and wavy hair.

"I can't imagine," he murmured. "Do you...have nightmares about it?"
Her fingers began to fiddle with his, a slight nervous habit. She nodded her hair again and then met his eyes, "lots. It no as awful, when in America... but as know, I scared of him find me. My father. So I worry, all day and night. I not want my loved people, to see or know what I saw when lost mother."

She winced a bit, the sound of the gunshot ringing in her ear. Seeing her mother's body on the floor, her father hitting her for coming out of the bathroom...

"That's horrible," Cameron responded, eyes downcast at their intertwined fingers.
Ella touched the top of his hand, "it inside, now." She pressed her free hand against her chest, "that why wear niqab, know? It keep people out, from emotion. I still not used to be without one... it, odd."
Cameron nodded. "Well, you can't keep people locked out forever. Believe me, I understand. When my parents weren't around, I didn't want the world to know how I was feeling, but...I learned the hard way bottling up emotions cause more bad than good."
She raised her brow carefully, "your parents, they hurt you...?"
 
Cameron winced at the question, examining the small flecks in the table top. Even though his parents had lavished him with everything he could possibly want, they had forgotten one crucial thing – their attention. There were points in time where he wondered if they'd ever return home and therefore depended on the care of his older brother Kevin for his daily essentials. Cameron rarely talked about it because it was something that happened in the past and it brought back emotional scars thinking about it, but with Ysabella he could open up almost automatically. He wanted her to know, return the favor of her bravely sharing with him her struggles.

"I…they were just never really around for me when I needed them, I guess. They were good parents, but only when they happened to show up after a month and a half business trip to Athens. Or a week-long convention in Italy. There were a lot of moments when I needed them and they were never there, so my siblings and I sort of looked up to my older brother Kevin to raise us." The nannies were some of the most highly acclaimed in the country, hell, maybe the world, but for some reason, they could never connect to them. Cameron couldn't possibly allow a stranger to act maternal towards him and therefore pushed off any that had tried to 'know' him.
"Oh," Ella nodding her head, "that no easy, either... sometime having no parent worse than having bad. They better, now that you age?"
Cameron begged to differ; even though his parents hadn't been there all of his childhood, he couldn't imagine dealing with the emotional stress of losing one in early life. At least he could see their faces and talk to them whenever they were available, but having one or both die on you was a terrible, terrible fate. It was almost like dealing with an amputation – it'd heal over time but you'd never truly be the same. "Somewhat," he replied with a grim smile. "But I guess that's because I'm grown myself and never really visit."
She cocked her head to the side, "they seem nice people, though, love family? You should see, more."
Her words pretty much hit home with him – after hearing her stories and realizing life was fragile and could be destroyed at any moment, he truly had to visit, and possibly work on reconciling with his mother especially. Their relationship had been tight ever since he was a child but now that he was older and the Churchill's came more into the picture for the marriage, she had begun this slow change he absolutely despised. "I should," Cameron murmured. "My father would love you."

As soon as the words had slipped from his lips he regretted them. The last thing Cameron wanted to do was scare her with future plans, especially since the peak of her adulthood was just beginning. He hadn't meant it in an urgent fashion – just a calm observation that had the possibility of happening in the near future. His mother had demanded to meet any woman he showed the least bit romantic interest in and Ysabella was definitely one that had great potential of becoming serious. Sooner or later they had to confront their future and stop living it day by day.
 
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