[At first he responds, caught off guard by her sudden demand, and why should he not be? They’ve kissed before, shared a bed but only in the most chaste sense, and what she silently suggests with her parted lips is a leap further--one they have yet to take together. It’s not for lack of want on either of their parts, however; she doesn’t believe their romance is a fairytale, a sweet story of fantasy and happily ever after.

Yet the simplest reason, the purest one, is that world has never turned in just the right way to bring them the right moment for what they could share.

It hasn’t still. He stops her with a touch, pulls away and Cami doesn’t attempt to follow. Instead she presses her lips together, her eyes open but cast down as her thoughts catch up with her.]

Right. That...wasn’t, uh. [Her cheeks flush red, and Cami grins helplessly as she tries to swallow back that spike of shame. She loves him; she wants to be with him, but not like this.

Klaus has offered her his shelter, but he is far more than her escape.]

You know, it’s funny. I can hardly remember the last time I had sex when it wasn’t--that. [With Sam and Marcel both it had been a grasp for control--something good and normal, when nothing else seemed to make sense. Oh, she had cared for both men, deeply. But Klaus is different. He always has been, and even if it’s only in her own perception, she wants this to consume her every bit as much as he has.

Not to use him as her distraction.]