In which Cameron and China celebrate a special occasion.
warning: smut
If there's one thing Cameron loves about China, it's how stubborn she can be.
How she'll say anything. Hell, do anything she can to try to wriggle out of something she's not looking forward to.
Which is why he's not even remotely surprised to hear her walk into the connected room and heave herself onto their bed with a dramatic sigh. He's just finishing up with his hair, trying (and ultimately failing to) contain his unruly chestnut locks, tucking a stray curl behind his ear when she calls out to him.
"C'mon Cam, do we really have to go out to some stuffy restaurant tonight? We can stay in and I'll make dinner!"
He can't help but laugh, a grin tugging at his lips as he just shakes his head and turns around, leaving the connected ensuite. China's sprawled out on the bed, her long hair tousled around her head as she stares up at the ceiling. The skirt of her olive coloured long sleeved dress that she chosen for tonight now bunched up around her thighs as she dangles her feet over the side of the bed.
"I mean, I suppose we can. I just thought it would be a nice treat for you. Besides, I know how much you love the pasta there." Wrestling with the cuffs on his shirt, he grins in triumph as he finally manages to fasten the clasp on the vintage watch China had given him to celebrate their third anniversary.
"Plus, you look so beautiful tonight, makes me kind of want to show you off." With a wry wink, he turns away from the mirror and strides to the foot of the bed. Slowly, China sits up, that signature pout prominent on her face as he leans closer. Cupping her jaw, feeling her instinctually move into his touch, Cameron let his fingers brush along her smooth skin, careful not to smudge any of her skillfully applied makeup before continuing.
"I know you're worried about someone spotting us... but let's just go out and have a nice meal to celebrate. Afterwards we can do whatever you want baby. Promise." Her expression softens at his words when he finally seals it with a sweet kiss.
"Hmmm... alright." She relents when they pull apart. "But only if you promise to do up a few extra buttons... I want to be the scandalous one for once."
"I guess I can do that." He hums before disappearing into the closet to get dressed.
•••
Twenty minutes later, and he's finally ready to go. While he was tempted to test China's limits and leave his button up nearly halfway undone, he decided against it, wanting to rile her up in different ways – ones that she wouldn't expect. Even though he'd been conservative with the amount of exposed chest for the evening, he can still see the effect his all black outfit has on her when he breezes past where she'd standing in the foyer.
"Something on your mind? Cat got your tongue?" He purrs, sitting on the bottom step to pull his boots on.
"You can't... I just...." She's already so visibly flustered, it makes his heart race that he still has this effect on her after all this time. "How do you that..."
"Mmmm, do what my love? Just a simple black button up with a matching blazer and trousers." He hums as he stands up.
"Even kept our little agreement and buttoned up more than I would just for you." Plucking his hat off the coat rack he puts it on with ease, making sure his patterned scarf sits just so as he looks up.
