'What is it?' Blair asked quickly.
'Just my arm,' Cam replied, attempting to direct Blair back onto the pillows with her other hand.
'Lie back, Cam,' Blair said firmly. As she spoke, she took Cam's shoulders gently and pushed her down. 'Let me.'
Cam did not protest. She was still tingling from Blair's brief caress, and she was more than ready for more. 'I actually enjoy being distracted,' she admitted softly.
Blair laughed quietly and fit herself between Cam's legs, stopping briefly to press her cheek to Cam's breast and brush her lips over her nipple before kissing her way slowly down Cam's abdomen.
Cam closed her eyes with a sigh, a long, low sigh of surrender.
She lifted her hips as Blair's palms pressed against her thighs, opening her; and she arched her back, her muscles tightening, as Blair's lips closed on her; and she caught back a groan, trembling, as Blair's tongue tormented her. Blair's tender, knowing touch banished the pain and the fatigue and the worry.
'You are so good,' Cam whispered faintly, her fingers trailing through Blair's hair. She was very close and desperate not to come. 'So good.'
Blair answered by massaging the spot that made Cam's muscles quiver and quickened her pace, drawing a sharp gasp from Cam. She felt Cam twitch under her tongue and knew she was there. Blair slipped an arm around her and pulled her close, knowing as she took her with her mouth and her hands and her heart, the simple truth of it.
There was no stopping, no turning back, for either of them. Not now. Not the next day. Not ever.
It was almost dawn when Cam left Blair's room. Savard, who had not yet been replaced by someone from the day shift, looked toward Cam as she stepped into the hallway.
Cam walked over to her and stood by her side. Their eyes met as she asked, 'Anything to report, Agent Savard?'
'No, ma'am. It was a very quiet night.'
'Nothing out of the ordinary then?' Cam asked again. She had a feeling that if Renee Savard had a problem, she'd deal with it out in the open, face to face, and not in some report sent to DC in a sealed folder. And if Renee Savard had a problem with her, Camwanted it out in the open. There was too much work to be done in the next few weeks that required her full attention, and she couldn't be worried about looking over her shoulder. Loverboy was not going to de-escalate. Not now. And all of them needed to be sharp and focused if they were going to stop him without losing another of their number. 'Nothing you wish to discuss?'
'No problems that I am aware of,' Savard affirmed. 'No activity whatsoever, Commander.'
Cam nodded and added, 'Very well then. We'll brief at 0700, if you could inform your relief, please.'
'Yes ma'am,' Savard said and returned her gaze to the window. If someone was going to make trouble about Cameron Roberts and Blair Powell caring for one another, it wasn't going to be her.
Shortly after eight AM, Blair was seated at a small patio table on the rear deck of the house. She had pulled on jeans and a v-neck shirt and was starting on her second cup of coffee. Stark had come out a few moments earlier and had walked down onto the lawn to take up her post there. She was leaning against the corner of the deck, apparently surveying the expanse of lawn and the river beyond.
Blair glanced up as the sliding glass doors opened and Cameron walked out. It was the first time she had seen her since they had parted in the dim pre-dawn light. Blair smiled, enjoying the look of her in her fresh white shirt and tailored trousers. Cam looked rested and pain free, although Blair knew that she hadn't had much sleep. She also noticed the clean bandage on her hand and wondered fleetingly who had done that for her. It might have bothered her more if Cam hadn't been looking at her with such intensity that her skin tingled.
'Good morning, Commander,' she called softly, her eyes warm with welcome.
Cam's smile was equally intimate as she approached, a cup of coffee in her left hand. She sat down across from her and said quietly, 'Ms. Powell.'
The words were as smooth as a caress, and Blair was instantly reminded of the last time they had touched, only hours before. It had been Cam's lips against her neck that had been smooth then, their arms around one another as they stood together by the door.
'I have to go,' Cam whispered, her hands running lightly up and down Blair's back. She had pulled on her T- shirt and sweats. Blair was still naked. 'I need to get back to work.'
'I know.'
'I'm sorry,' Cam whispered.
'Don't be,' Blair murmured, her arms around Cam's waist, her lips against her neck. She kissed her softly, then a little harder as the stirring began again in the pit of her stomach.
'No fair,' Cam whispered.
'I know.' Blair pulled away reluctantly, sighing softly. 'Go on. Go before I don't let you go.'
'Blair, I lo-'
Blair stopped her, gentle fingers against her lips. Cam looked at her, puzzled.
'Don't make any promises, Commander,' Blair murmured. 'Just tell me you will come back.'
