Ava makes a small noise of protest when he pulls away. “So do you. It probably has something to do with the two bottles we just drank.” A smile crosses her face as she let’s out a quiet laugh. “Music would be great. Where’s your phone? I’ll hand it to you.” She’s hoping that neither of them will have to get up because she’s more than happy where she is.
Cameron laughed and felt around the bed, thinking. “I think it’s in my pocket. I put it back there after we… we got back,” He said. He sounded rather unsure as he checked his pockets. “Oh, damn, it might be in my back pocket. Why the fuck do I do that?” He moved up a little, trying to nudge it out, and once he finally did, he held it up triumphantly.
Ava considers this for a moment. She’s laying on top on him so she would feel the phone in his pocket, right? The idea of it being in his back pocket makes much more sense. At least one of them is keeping up with their phone. She has no idea where hers is. “Good job, Cam!” With an uncharacteristic giggle, she kisses his cheek.
Cameron grinned toothily and started on a playlist of music they both liked, setting his phone aside.
“Much better. Now, c’mere, I’m not done.” He pulled her in for another kiss, wrapping his arms around her neck and rolling over so they were on their sides.
Ava nods her head in approval once she recognizes the playlist. They have fairly similar tastes in music.
“Mm, I love this song.” She shifts around a little now that she’s on her side. Kissing him back, her hand goes right back to playing with the crazily curly hair that she loves so much.
Good for them, because Cameron didn’t want to bother fighting over music. He wanted to kiss and love his lovely fiancée. He kissed her for a bit before pulling away, pressing other kisses to her cheeks and chin, humming faintly with the song. He slowly moved his lips down to her neck to join his hands, kissing her gently.
Ava keeps the one hand in his hair but moves the other to cup the side of his face, her thumb gently stroking his cheek. Not wanting to be away from him for even a second, she scoots forward and presses herself up against him, getting as close as possible without getting in the way. Goosebumps dart along her body when he kisses her neck.
His hands drifted down and held her hips steady for her, realizing that this would be around the time that Kreja interrupted them. Or was it later? Cameron couldn’t remember, and his care for the subject of being interrupted melted away as he kissed and nibbled around her neck. His hands rubbed circles into her skin, shutting his eyes a little.
Tilting her head to the side to expose her neck more, her eyes flutter shut. This is the first time in a very long time they’ve had without one of the dogs interrupting. She loves them to death but she’s glad to have some time away. Sighing happily, she presses a couple of kisses along his jaw.
Cameron ran his lips up her skin, covering every part of her neck. He could feel the occasional scar or two on her neck, but otherwise he went all around. He pulled up when he felt her on his jaw, tilting his head a little in the slightest. He loved kisses to his neck. It was a whole different feeling from Ava that he loved.
Ava hums happily as he kisses her. The scars on her neck don’t bother her, they never have. She’s not keen to expose any of them in public and has a fairly large makeup budget for that but she’s knows that she can trust Cameron. She loves him and she’s comfortable with him. She moves her lips down to his neck at the tilt of his head. Kissing all along his neck, she moves her hands off of his face. She runs it down his arm before slipping it under his shirt and running her fingers along his skin.
Cameron had some scars himself, but they were mostly nestled on his chest and back. He didn’t bother wasting money on them, he knew Ava liked them as much as he liked seeing her scars, so it wasn’t a big deal. He shivered as her fingers ran over his skin and chest, bumping into his sensitive scars and along his stomach and chest.
Ava traces patterns along his stomach and chest, completely unbothered by the scars. She knows which he minds and which he doesn’t so she moves her fingers accordingly, making sure to avoid the sensitive ones. With a happy hum, she trails her lips along her neck once more before kissing along the exposed part of his collarbone.
Cameron was considering just taking off his shirt, because that would feel a lot better for them both. He was smiling in bliss as he felt her fingers, shivering a little as her lips moved down, though. It wasn’t a bad shiver, though, he was quite enjoying himself. As she moved down, he was forced to move his hands back to her head, where his fingers burrowed into her hair.
Ava makes little hearts and sweet phrases (mostly in Croatian) across his skin. It’s pretty sappy but she’s having fun. She sighs happily when his fingers tangle in her hair. Having someone play with her hair is something that she’s always enjoyed. She continues to kiss at his collar bone and neck, giving the occasional playful nip to his skin.
Cameron played and stroked her hair in the way he knew she liked, sighing happily himself at the hearts and words moved into his skin. He couldn’t really tell a difference between what was being drawn, he could only feel her fingers moving and the pleasurable sensation of it.
Ava pulls away after a little while longer and looks up at him. Sometimes she just has to stop and make sure that this isn’t all a dream. It still baffles her that they’re actually together and how happy she is. Reaching up, she places a lovingly kisses to his lips. “Cameron, I love you.”
Cameron blinked open his eyes when she stopped, and he tilted his head down to look at her smiling face. He returned the smile, but he looked puzzled and somewhat concerned.
“Oh, baby, I love you too.” He kissed her forehead gently.
Ava kisses his cheek, relaxing again. She’s terrified of loosing him and that worry shows even though she tries to hide it. The look of seriously that was momentarily etched into her features disappears. She nuzzles his cheek and kisses it once more.
(Should we skip or keep going?)
(Let’s keep going. If it gets too smutty we can go into PM? What is it you want to do?)
(Okay, that’s good with me. I’m honestly fine with whatever.)
(Oof ok. So wanna continue?)
(Sorry, I suck at make decisions. I mean smut isn’t really my thing but I will write it.)
(Ye I get that, but do you want to write it?)
(When did we want to skip to?)
(lmao. I guess after? or maybe the morning of?)