Numinous ~* RAFE CAMERON *~

Madam cameron

Cleo wakes up to Sarah and Wheezie diving onto her bed and jumping on her.

Cleo groans and pulls the blanket over her head.

"Oh come on madam Cameron, breakfast is ready." Sarah teases.

"What?" Cleo mumbles, peeking over the edge of the blanket.

Wheezie buries her face into the blanket her back shaking with laughter.

"What!" Cleo says, pulling the blanket to her chin.

"You and Rafe were-" Sarah started.

"GIRLS BREAKFAST!" Rose calls up the stairs.

"Coming!" Sarah calls, climbing off of the bed.

"Wait what did Rafe do!?" Cleo calls after her.

"Oh yeah, you were all clingy on Rafe last night." Sarah says smiling widely.

"I was what!" She says louder than intended.

"Yep." Wheezie says.

"Gross." Cleo mutters as they head down for breakfast.

~*~

"Where is Rafe?" Rose asks Ward.

Cleo glances up from her bacon, her eyes darting between them.

"Uh..." ward says awkwardly, "he is living in the cut."

"What!" Rose yells.

"Rose he needs to learn to man up." Ward reasons.

Normally Cleo would be fine with ward but that sent Rafe curling in her gut. Man up? How the hell do you man up?

"Ward!" Rose scolds, "you know how bad that is for him, he can't be living out there."

"Rose he-"

"No." Rose says, "you know you kick in him out will never help him. Take him back in or I will." She orders.

She turns back to the girls, "sorry, how's the bacon?" She asks kindly, "it did burn a little earlier." She adds.

"It's great, thanks Rose." Cleo says, smiling at her.

Honestly Rose and Wheezie were the only real people who cared about Rafe in his family. Ward just used him for working, he saw Rafe as a tool - a broken drug addicted tool. And Sarah cared about him just never really showed it. She and Rafe fought almost constantly.

"That's great." Rose smiles warmly at her children. She may have just been married into the family but she classed them all as he own - even Cleo. Rose was the one who was there for Cleo when she came running from her father and showed up at their house in the middle of the night.

Rose had sworn to her that Cleo could stay with them whenever she liked and kept hat promise. She even got Cleo her own seat at the table.

Just in case.

~*~

Rafe moved back in the next night and Wheezie practically spent the entire night gossiping with him about what happened at the table before Rose came in and told her to go to bed.

Cleo slides out of her bed, sneaking into his room and standing awkwardly in the doorway. He doesn't notice her he just sits on his bed with his blanket pulled just below his waist and his nose buried in a book.

"What you reading?" Cleo asks as she walks fully inside. He snaps his head up with his eyebrows raised,

"Nothing." He mutters, sliding the book into his side drawer. "Why are you in here?" He asks

"Dunno." She mutters.

"Okaay..." he says slowly, "wanna sit down?"

She nods and sits cross legged beside him in her pyjamas.

"How come you didn't tell me about last night?" She blurts.

"Uh... I edit really matter I guess." He says, "how do you know about it though?"

"Uh... Sarah." She says guiltily.

"She said she wouldn't tell!" He whines.

( as I was writing I thought of, she said she was twelve.)

"Oops." She says quietly.

( for any Larry's - "hi.")

"Did you need something or...?" Rafe says.

"Yes. No. Yes?" She says awkwardly, "I needed um..." she trails off as Rafe shifts to his side his abs flexing.

"Like what you see?" He says, smirking at her

"No." He scoffs, "I needed you to-"

shes cut off by Rafes hand brushing lightly against her thigh.

"Fuck me." She blurts, grasping for any point of control.

"Sorry?" He asks, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline.

"Yep. Fuck. Me." She says in fake confidence.

"Okay." He says, sitting upright.

"Wha- what?!" Cleo says, gasping at him.

"Thought as much." He laughs.

"Shut up." Cleo mumbles, crossing her arms angrily.

"But would you?" Rafe asks after a beat of silence.

"Huh?" Cleo asks dumbly.

"Would you let me fuck you?" He smirks watching her reaction.

"I don't-"

"Don't lie." Rafe says.

"... yes." She says guiltily. His hand slinks over her thigh,

"Can I?" He says, his voice less than a whisper.

"Well if you really want to." She sasses, not moving an inch. He lifts himself forward his face close to hers.

"Can I?" He asks again.

"Yes." She says quietly.

He takes this as a sign, his hand pressing closer and closer to the growing heat between her legs.

~*~ time skip cause I don't want to write smut sos ~*~

Rafe falls off of her, panting.

Once they both catch their breath she sits up slowly, taking the blanket with her and wrapping it around her chest.

"I better" she clears her throat, "go..." she says awkwardly.

"Yeah." He mutters, running a hand through his hair that's falling loosely infront of his face

"Could you like... turn around?" She asks. He rolls his eyes but complies. She pulls on her clothes, heading back into her room and sliding into the bed.

"Fuck." She mutters.

~*~

Yay smut (ish)

What do you think about me doing it so soon?

They will still be enemies btw

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