[Truth be told, it's been quite a long while since Cami spent the night with a man. Not in a sexual sense, given her relationship with Sam, but rather simply slept next to someone, then woken to find them warm and close. It's not really an attachment Cami's allowed herself to truly indulge since Sean's death, and her subsequent discovery of the truth of it. Logic would dictate this situation should be avoided, that she should find someone safe to be with, someone good, who lacks the struggles she knows war within Klaus--that when she opens her heart, it would be to a chance not fated to break it.
But love wills as it wants, and lately, Cami's had every reason to live for the present, and to savor the gentle trail of kisses he leaves upon her skin. She wants this, stupidly, wholly, and even if it's just for a little while Klaus seems just as willing to indulge in it, for however short a time. She hums softly when he whispers, words that might make her laugh or teasingly comment on a lack of coffee, safe for that thread of vulnerability woven within them. She turns her head to nuzzle her cheek against his, to press her lips against the coarseness of his stubble. Part of her wonders if they shared a morning like this in that terrible future, before everything fell apart.
She can't let her mind wander down that path, however. Not if she wants to preserve the lightness this morning brings.]
You know, I'm not sure if I can either. [Instead she focuses on this one truth: that for all the horror of her life, the fear of her certain death, the twisted opportunity provided by Wonderland? That on this day, this morning, in this place, she is happy and at peace with someone she loves, who has never spoken of his love for her but she's seen it in his gaze all the same. Only now does she pull back, enough to meet those beautiful, revealing eyes, to stare into their depths and smile as she raises a hand to his cheek.]
I'm glad we stopped running away from this. [Even if it must end in the worst way, they have the present, and that is a sweeter thing than she could have ever dreamed.]
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But love wills as it wants, and lately, Cami's had every reason to live for the present, and to savor the gentle trail of kisses he leaves upon her skin. She wants this, stupidly, wholly, and even if it's just for a little while Klaus seems just as willing to indulge in it, for however short a time. She hums softly when he whispers, words that might make her laugh or teasingly comment on a lack of coffee, safe for that thread of vulnerability woven within them. She turns her head to nuzzle her cheek against his, to press her lips against the coarseness of his stubble. Part of her wonders if they shared a morning like this in that terrible future, before everything fell apart.
She can't let her mind wander down that path, however. Not if she wants to preserve the lightness this morning brings.]
You know, I'm not sure if I can either. [Instead she focuses on this one truth: that for all the horror of her life, the fear of her certain death, the twisted opportunity provided by Wonderland? That on this day, this morning, in this place, she is happy and at peace with someone she loves, who has never spoken of his love for her but she's seen it in his gaze all the same. Only now does she pull back, enough to meet those beautiful, revealing eyes, to stare into their depths and smile as she raises a hand to his cheek.]
I'm glad we stopped running away from this. [Even if it must end in the worst way, they have the present, and that is a sweeter thing than she could have ever dreamed.]