Resurrection - Fallen Cam - Vanilla

XIV

"We'll both need to rest before we try looking for the announcer." Cam explained, as they stalked across the football field.

In the harsh light of day, Victoria looked a little worse for wear. Her white shirt was bloodied and torn, her neck blistered and red marks littered her skin, but worse of all, it was positively freezing outside and she had no underwear on.

"Is it always like that?" She asked, burying her chattering teeth into the collar of her shirt.

"Like what?" Cam asked, he'd stopped walking and was now peeling his hoodie from his body. His shirt became entangled in the jumper, making Victoria forget to speak for a moment as her eyes glued to his perfectly toned stomach.

Her heart fell when she noticed his shirt was torn, where she'd clawed at his chest. She wordlessly took the hoodie he offered her and pulled it over her head, still entranced by the marks she'd left on him.

"I'm so sorry Cam." She said, reaching her hand out to touch his chest.

"Don't be stupid they've already healed." He said dismissively, pushing her hand away and tugging her body towards him instead, making sure to rest his hand firmly on her rib cage.

"I'm the one who should be sorry." He said to her softly, his thumb rubbing gently across the wound.

"It doesn't hurt."

He pulled away and searched her eyes for a long moment, he kept her hand tangled in his own and began to lead them across the field once more.

"The answer to your question is yes."

"Really?" She enthused, feeling giddy with excitement.

Cam nodded sheepishly.

"Normally there isn't uh-" he frowned, and they both understood he was talking about her wound.

"Is that where it will be? The mark?" Her eyes innocently searched his.

Cam nodded.

"I always thought the scar came second." His tone was low, revealing the disgust he had for his actions.

"It really doesn't hurt."

"That's not the point it was selfish-"

"-to give me the best orgasm of my life? Shut up Cameron!" She seethed, tugging his hand to stop him from stalking along. He was forced to look at her now, her eyes were brimming with anger, he bit his lip nervously.

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck me?"

"Yes fuck you! You have no right to treat me like I'm fragile. I know what you are and I'm not scared of you, of what you might do to me. In fact- I like it!"

"I know."

"Then why are you always holding back?!"

Victoria was blinking furiously, trying to stop angry tears from escaping her eyes. Cam smiled sweetly at her now, which made her anger burn hotter.

"I love you."

She frowned at him now, feeling embarrassed with herself as she realized that was why she'd been mad- he hadn't said it back earlier.

He pulled her close to him again, and she went gladly, burying her head in his chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head and sighed.

"There's a part of me that's scared you still don't want this. Your whole life would be different without me, for the better."

"Don't say that."

"It's true. There's things that have happened to you, to me, things I can't tell you. . . It haunts me thinking you still have that ahead of you."