CAN'T IMAGINE

CHAPTER 5 - "I REMEMBER SOME KISSING"

Camila's body was throbbing in the aftermath of the dream that had awoken her. She had lied when she told Shawn she couldn't sleep. She had been deeply asleep, but it was far from restful. She had been thrown back to a few nights before the shit had the fan and her life had fallen apart.

She had spent a long day on the set of the music video. Her body ached from the dancing. Her partner had been rough and had all but dropped her twice. And he was an over-dramatic diva who considered dancing with a pop singer to be beneath him. He might be a spectacular latin dancer, but he was an asshole. Shawn had been in meetings most of the day and then had worked in the garden. When she walked in the door, she smelled her favourite Cuban takeaway, and flickering candles lit the open space.

"Hey!" he trotted down the stairs in bare feet and yoga pants, pulling on a t-shirt over his impressive chest. He walked up to her and pulled her into his arms, bestowing a hot kiss, full of promise, onto her waiting lips. "I gather you didn't get time to eat much, come have some."

He led her by her hand and she dropped her purse onto the counter and sat up on a stool in front of a plate of her favourite dishes. They chatted about their day as they ate, and she was so tired that a weird thing happened and she suddenly saw everything in keen detail. He listened to her intently, he really was interested, and she made sure she gave him the same attention. He listened, nodding and commenting as he cleaned up and then sat beside her, holding her hand and stroking it gently as they talked some more.

She yawned and he smiled. "Come on, I've run you a bath. I made it steaming hot, so it should be just right about now."

"I can't move," she moaned and he laughed, then scooped her up and carried her laughing up to the bath. The room was lit with more candles and he sat beside her, talking to her while she soaked. She wanted to cry at the care he gave her, drying her gently afterwards. He dried her legs, and her feet then stood up in front of her, lifting her chin with one finger.

"Such a shame you're so tired," he said softly.

"Maybe I'm not THAT tired...."

"I'd carry you to bed, but I think I did my back carrying you up the stairs," he teased. She giggled and grabbed his hand, pulling him into their bedroom. He dropped his own clothes along the way so that when they got there they were both naked, and soon they were rolling and laughing, touching and kissing, stroking and caressing, and then he was inside her, and the laughing stopped. She stared up at him, wrapping her legs around him and reaching up to kiss him. He pulled himself up so that he loomed over her, and lifted her legs high. He didn't break her gaze as he thrust in, and out, ever so slowly, so so deep, one hand fondling her breast, the other stroking between her legs. She thought she was going to die from pleasure. His momentum increased, growing faster and faster, his hands increasing in tempo as well. She could feel the pressure building, she was being dragged into a maelstrom of sensation.....

And then she had awoken, drenched in sweat, panting, frustrated. She had felt the cool air on her heated skin with relief and looked over to see Shawn was gone and the door was open. She heard the splash and knew he was in the pool and she didn't think, she just followed her impulse and walked out to watch the pale, distorted shape of his naked body dolphin kicking along the bottom of the pool. She might fool herself that what was going to happen next was just spontaneous, but deep down she knew she had planned it as soon as she had heard that splash.

And now she was in the water, holding onto the edge of the pool, so close she could feel the heat of him even through the cool water. His eyes were dark and hooded and she didn't waste a moment, slipping into his arms and sliding her arms around his neck. He lowered his head to kiss her, as he had a thousand times before and she accepted his mouth with a sigh. Welcome home, the voice in her head breathed. Another voice was trying to get her attention, reminding her that this was wrong when he didn't remember what had happened. She was taking advantage of him. But she didn't care. She loved him, he loved her, they were stuck here for who knew how long. Maybe, the hopeful voice said, by the time he remembers he won't care any more. Because I don't, she realised. Nothing like a near death experience, and almost losing him forever, to put all the stupid petty stuff into perspective.