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For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

Caroline Bingley knew she was a catch, so it was extremely vexing when the two eligible gentlemen on their impromptu Scafell hike didn’t seem to agree, and instead fixated on Mary Bennet, of all people. 

But as Caroline stood trembling in the pouring rain with her foot caught between two boulders, she didn’t feel like a catch. She felt infinitely small, and alone, and more frightened than she’d been in her entire life. 

Then Miss Bennet rescued her. Caroline found herself lashing out even in the midst of her rescue, like a fox caught in a wire, but she couldn’t run away, she could barely hobble, even with Miss Bennet’s arm wrapped securely around her waist. If the next two hours hadn’t been so dreadful and painful, she might have wondered at the feeling of that slim, strong arm supporting her so readily.

No, Caroline did her best not to think of Mary Miss Bennet at all. 

She could blame her injury for the fact that her best simply wasn’t good enough. It seemed like a constant, throbbing reminder that  she hadn’t been alone in her hour of most dire (physical) need.

Well. There was no reason to be overly dramatic about it. She just needed to thank Miss Bennet, that was all. 

So, that was how she came to be perched on Miss Bennet’s–or rather, the Gardiners’--chair in Cheapside. 

Caroline finished her thank-you with aplomb, and wasn't terribly surprised to see that Miss Bennet was astonished. She blinked those big, dark eyes and said, with a lift to the corners of her pink mouth, “you’re welcome.”

Caroline covered the tension in her jaw with a smile and a sip from her tea. The tea was adequate, as was the parlor, her apology, and Miss Bennet herself. Everything was so adequate it bordered on splendid, so why was Caroline suddenly so completely tongue-tied?

“I believe Mr. Ryder is planning to go to Italy,” Miss Bennet said conversationally.

Caroline’s mood soured. “He’s already left, thank goodness.”

Miss Bennet looked surprised again. “Forgive me, I had rather thought you… liked… him?” her voice went rather high and unsure at the end, as though trying to soften the bluntness of the question.

“I did,” Caroline said, “but his wealth and charm are somewhat tempered by an obvious lack of good judgment and care for others. You may have noticed, Miss Bennet, that  I am not a particularly warm person. I have no use for a man who cannot adequately balance my own shortcomings.” she set her teacup down. “I am, however, willing to change my mind about him. It’s whether he will change his mind about me that is the issue. Especially as, I gather, his interests lay in a different area?” she raised her eyebrows in question.

Miss Bennet let out a breath of a chuckle and shook her head. “Perhaps they did at one point. But we were not suited, either, I think. More importantly, I do not love him.”

Caroline laughed at the unexpected joke. “Yes, of course! One must consider one’s feelings when securing one’s future. That must outweigh a fortune in anyone’s mind.”

Miss Bennet’s smile was a bit stiff. 

They stared at each other.

“You’re not serious?” Caroline said, smile slipping into cold incredulity. “You cannot have refused an offer from him, based on...?”

Miss Bennet looked down at her hands, which wrung against each other briefly before she used them to smooth out her skirt. “I am happy as I am,” she said. “Do you truly believe a man of Mr. Ryder’s character could have added to my happiness? If you’ll forgive my indiscretion, might his heart not have eventually wandered?”

A renewed, conspiratorial smile spread across Caroline’s face, but Miss Bennet’s face was now guarded, steeled as though ready to take another blow from her.

“Your opinion of him is as low as mine, then,” Caroline said. She tilted her head. “Has no one else caught your eye, then? No other man of fortune?”

The other woman shook her head. “There was another man I was fond of, but as he is engaged to someone else, we must remain friends.”

She looked so small in her chair in that moment, as though her surroundings loomed over her. A woman of no fortune, doomed to, perhaps, work for a living, who would one day live in a house even poorer than this. Yes, she had some somewhat-wealthy relatives who would never let her completely wither away–Jane in particular had far too soft a heart for that–but would Mary accept that? Might some form of stubbornness or pride prevent her from reaching out for help when she, someday, needed it?

Caroline’s heart burned uncomfortably, and her skin prickled with the weight of her own expensive dress, position, and privileges.  Caroline’s position, even with the social connections her immediate family provided, was precarious enough. Mary, having little enough of a sense of style to recommend her to… well, anyone of taste, was practically doomed. If she was a flower, she was a daffodil, and was in full, spritely bloom at this moment, but that moment would not last long.

“Well, then,” Caroline said at length, “it seems my mission is twofold. It is, of course, obvious that we must find you a fitting husband. One whose heart will not stray, matches your natural intelligence, and befits your birth.”

“I– sorry, how is that obvi–”

“The other part is that I must convince you of how easily a heart is persuaded,” Caroline continued. “Romantic poetry is all well and good, but it is a fantasy, Miss Bennet. One can convince one’s heart to hold affection for nearly any creature. All that must really be done is vet which creature one should set one’s affections upon.”

“And you’ve…” Miss Bennet seemed to be having difficulty untangling Caroline’s words. “Decided to… set your affections on me?”

Caroline pursed her lips to stifle a laugh. “Miss Bennet, how bold of you,” she said with mock astonishment. “But I suppose,” she flickered her eyes up to the ceiling in reluctance, “that is partially the case. No, I am proposing that I help you in earnest to find a husband. You may join some of my social circle, and attend what events please you for this season.”

Mary’s face was grim. “And what would you get out of it, Miss Bingley?”

“Besides the joy of helping one otherwise doomed to unfortunate circumstances?” she deliberately flickered her gaze over Mary’s figure. “A rose may look better in comparison to a daffodil, wouldn’t you say?”

Miss Bennet’s eyes went steely. “You want to bring me out into society to make a mockery of me,” she said.

Alright, when she put it like that, it sounded cruel. Miss Bingley flinched, and picked up her tea to take a quick, nervous sip. “That’s not quite what I meant,” she murmured.

“Then what did you mean?” Miss Bennet tilted out her chin slightly.

It was a strange, unpleasant sensation, to regret one’s words so soon after speaking them.  Half-formed protests pressed at her mouth, but in a moment of clarity, she was able to choose the most self-deprecating. “Miss Bennet,” she said, heat rising to her cheeks, “I do apologize. I think you are already aware that I am not, by nature, generous. Given how I have treated you in the past, I am not surprised that you are suspicious of my intentions.”

Miss Bennet’s eyes softened to a strange, open look of vulnerability that Caroline found herself wanting to simultaneously flee from and dive into. When she didn’t speak, Caroline was forced to continue.

She swallowed hard. “However, I would like to ask you for some grace in this matter. You need not assume that I have an ulterior motive. You are,” she steeled herself with an inhale, “a clever and pretty young woman of genteel birth, as well as, legally speaking, my sister-in-law.” Somehow, adding that last qualifier allowed Caroline to distance herself from the compliments she had been forced to concede in the same breath. 

It was Miss Bennet’s turn to look as though she were holding back a smile. “Are you trying to get on Jane’s good side? Or mine?”

“It is always a good idea to stay on good terms with one’s relatives,” Caroline said stiffly. What a perfect excuse! She had barely thought of Jane until that moment, but like the benevolent angel she was in reality, she had come metaphorically into the conversation to smooth everything over. “You could say I owe Jane an extended apology for–well, that’s not important.” she waved the rest of her explanation away; if either of Mary’s elder sisters had chosen to tell her about Caroline’s part in attempting to foil Jane and Charles’ marriage, Mary would already know what she meant. 

Caroline sort of hoped she didn’t know.

“I understand,” Miss Bennet said, and something in her smile told Caroline she might not have understood the correct thing. “I confess that I am surprised; you have given me a very generous offer, Miss Bingley, and then told me that you are not a generous person. What am I to think?” but her smile was lightly teasing, and Caroline felt a sort of clenching in her heart. 

Ah. This was why those men were after Miss Bennet. When given the chance to relax, she was naturally just a little flirtatious, and complementary rather than sarcastic. 

Caroline’s shoulders eased as her own teasing smile formed. “You’re the intelligent one, Miss Bennet; don’t ask me what to think.”

Miss Bennet ducked her head, and the atmosphere in the room eased for a moment before she said something utterly dreadful. “I cannot take you up on your offer, Miss Bingley.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Mary balked a little, then met her eyes, humor gone from them like a candle snuffed out in the dead of night. “I cannot join your social circles, Miss Bingley. You know I cannot live up to them. Nor do I wish to; I wish to instead make my own way as a governess.”

“You wish to–?” Caroline gaped at her, remembered herself, and snapped her mouth shut, straightening. “You cannot mean that. If you are worried about keeping up your wardrobe, you have two sisters who have married very well and can give you a temporary allowance–”

“That is not my meaning,” she interrupted, “I simply do not believe that I can be happy with any marriage. And I can… can no longer bear to have some hope for one dangled before me and then dashed away. You say that you can bend your affection easily to one creature or another, but my heart is not so easily swayed. I, I injure easily, more easily than I would ordinarily admit to. More than that, I want to do something useful in my life. I want to teach, and help young women invest their minds in science and history.”

As she spoke, Caroline was caught up in what she said, just as though Miss Bennet were declaiming a particularly emotional piece of poetry. She painted a clear picture of herself, turning away from Caroline’s offer toward a more noble, ultimately braver cause–even if it was dangerous, foolhardy, even lonely.

Caroline stood, years of training making the movement smooth instead of lurching to her feet. Mary stood as well, out of politeness, her expression grim. 

“So, you have chosen this life out of fear of rejection,” Caroline started.

“If that’s how you see it, I must argue that you are choosing your own path out of fear, as well,” Miss Bennet said evenly.

Caroline recoiled. Every violent urge in her told her to hiss and rage, every ounce of training turned her to stone. She felt pinned, just as she had on the mountain, but now she had no one to call on for help. She slowly turned her face away, struggling.

A heavy silence fell. She should leave. If only she could guarantee to herself that she would never see Mary Bennet again! But the little scholar would turn up underfoot anywhere she stepped, in London, at Netherfield, anywhere in the country where high society was to be had. Neither of them could avoid it.

“I’m sorry,” Miss Bennet said quietly, “Miss Bingley, I’m afraid you sometimes bring out the worst of me.”

“The truth of you, you mean,” Caroline said. Her voice was rough, as though she’d been on the verge of tears, which she was not. She blinked a few times just to be sure, and jerked her head to once again meet Miss Bennet’s gaze.

Mary’s eyebrows were drawn together as she gazed at her with all the weight of a tired soul. “If you cannot think well of me,” she said, “then I do not know why you are here, asking to be friends.”

It was such a soft throw, an invitation for them to go back to being no more than acquaintances, that Caroline could have caught it with her eyes closed. She could so, so easily say something nasty and flounce out, never to return to this side of London again. But something inside of her twisted and ached and begged, asking her to stay, to see if she could make the dark eyes of Mary Bennet light up just one more time.

Caroline took a deep breath in and out.

“I am here,” she said, “because you were kind to me, and I wished to be kind to you.” Then she snatched up her bonnet and strode to the door, opening it herself and descending the stairs in quick, blurred steps. She didn’t dare catch another glimpse of Miss Bennet’s eyes, because it had occurred to her that, despite Mary’s need for spectacles, she could see straight through her.

Notes:

Cam snorted awake as he felt a cold sting on his ass. As he felt his ass. This meant he was in his human form. Which meant the player wanted to talk to him. 

He groaned and opened his crusty eyes. The kitchen was dimly lit by a single light on the ceiling, no sunlight coming through the windows. There was no clock nearby, but he remembered falling asleep at sunset. It must have been late at night. She never dropped off trash this late before.

“God, you again,” Cam groaned as he rubbed his eyes awake. “What midnight snake are you waking me up for?”

He blinked open his eyes. The player stood before him wearing…admitted revealing sleepwear. It was mid-March, still cold out, but she was dressed in short pajama shorts and a tank top. She looked messy, ruffled, like she just finished doing something other than just sleeping.

“Sorry to take you this late,” she said.

‘You know, you don’t need the dateviators to throw stuff away. Just open my hatch and dump it in.”

“Yeah, I know, and I’m sorry.” The player didn’t seem as quippy as she normally did. She sounded a little glum, like he couldn’t even be bothered to word-spar against his taunts. “I’ve got something…a little different today, and I just thought I’d tell you before dumping it in you.” She shrugged. “Plus…I just wanted to talk to someone.”

Cam wasn’t sure why, of everyone in the house, she wanted to talk to him specifically. Especially considering he made his dislike of mindless chit-chat pretty clear since day one. But despite his sour mood at being woken up (as opposed to his normal sour mood), her description of something “different” hooked his curiosity.

Cam had lived in the house long enough that he knew the player’s usual essentials. At any given time, he could expect the same foods, the same paper towels, the same pieces of lint. She was a creature of habit, and it reflected in her waste. 

He also knew the timing of her habit. She usually threw away trash right before bed (typically around ten on a work night, maybe midnight on the weekend). It was much later than that, so Cam suspected he was getting something novel this time.

“Whatever,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “What you got for me?”

Cam held out his hand and the player dropped something white and silver in his palm. He examined it closely. Silver wrapping like tinfoil, a ring of plastic that stretched into a pocket, and a very specific scent coming from the dripping liquid inside.

“Ah,” Cam said. “Prophylactics. Haven’t seen one of those in a while.”

“Ah, prophylactics,” the player said, raising an eyebrow. “Surprised you know a word that long.”

Cam gave her a glare then turned the used condom around in his hands.

“Got lucky recently?” he asked.

“Yeah. I don’t know if you saw, but I had a guy over earlier.”

“Yeah, I heard another voice from the front door. Beverly mentioned you asked for two martinis to bring upstairs. Thought you were just going through a rough patch.”

“It was a rough patch,” the player said. She dropped her eyes to the floor and scratched the back of her head. “I don’t think he’s coming back.”

“Hoping for more than a hookup?”

“Well, we went on a few dates, but after we fucked he just kind of checked out.”

Cam wasn’t the most emotionally observant person, but beneath the player’s attempt at a nonchalant tone he detected something sadder. Whoever this guy was, the player seemed set on him, and he just dumped her like…well, something she’d put in Cam.

“Eh, fuck that guy,” Cam said, setting the condom aside with his other stuff. “Did you have fun at least?”

The player gave him a look.

“Why are you so chatty and curious all of a sudden?” she said. She put her hands on her hips. “I think this is the most you’ve ever said to me in a single conversation.”

“You woke me up at two in the morning. I should at least get some entertainment out of it.”

“Well, glad I’m so entertaining for you.” The player rocked back and forth on her heels. “It wasn’t too bad. Honestly, I think I ruined it by suggesting we try something.”

“Try what?”

The player bit down on her lower lip. Was she really about to have this conversation with her waste bin?

You’re talking to sentient objects through your glasses, her mind whispered. The weird ship had sailed.

“We just fucked normally a bit,” she said. “Hence the prophylactics.”

She said the last word in her best Cam voice. He did not look impressed.

“After a few rounds I suggested something different…that’s when he tuned out,”

“Oh, like something kinky?” he asked.

“I mean…not like whips or handcuffs, but not him just sticking himself inside me again.”

Cam had to admit, despite the fact that most conversations he had with the player were against his will, he was a bit curious. She seemed like a very regular woman, not someone he expected to whip out a lot of tricks in the bedroom. But hey, maybe suddenly being able to flirt with appliances did something to one’s freaky side.

“What kind of not whips and handcuffs we talking about?” he asked.

The player smirked and raised an eyebrow.

“I think I’ve done enough TMI for tonight,” she said. “I think I’ll save the details for someone I actually sleep with.”

Cam raised an eyebrow. Maybe it was because it was late at night and half-asleep, but he was in an usually open mood.

“Is that a challenge?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

The player stepped a little closer to him. There was a glint in her eye not unlike Cam’s.

“I’m pretty open minded about this sort of thing,” she said in a low voice. “But you should know…I only have one requirement for my lovers.”

“What’s that?” Cam said in a tantalizing tone.

The player drew closer, close enough Cam could feel her breath just against his lips.

“They have to take a shower first.”

Cam’s cocky grin dropped from his face.

“What?” he said.

“I can tolerate your smelly personality,” the player said. “But if you want to roll in bed with me, you’re going to have to at least let me use some Febreze on you.”

Cam gave a disgusted look.

“You’re gonna make me walk around with that crud on?” he said.

“I don’t want to leave my bedroom smelling worse than when I came in,” she said. “Either you let me scrub you down, or it’s a no.”

Cam snorted and rolled his eyes. Humans were such prudes about smell. Their bodies produced all kinds of disgusting things. Piss, shit, vomit, salvia, sweat and more.Yet they were afraid of trash made from the same stuff they ate all the time.

“Not happening,” he said. “You can swap out my liner if you want, but I’m not touching that scam you call soap.”

“Suit yourself.”

The player fiddled with the button at the front of her blouse. Cam watched the twist of her fingers, how loose the button was.

“Here’s the jist,” she said. “I’m going to go upstairs and take a shower. If you want to join me, I’ll leave the door unlocked. But unless you plan to get behind the curtain with me, you can stay down here and enjoy the company of your chopsticks.”

She gave him a wink, and Cam gritted his teeth.

“Maybe I’ll bring Ben-hwa in there with me if I get lonely,” she said. “They love it when I clean them, because it means they’ll be used again.”

She turned in her heels and headed out the kitchen. Cam listened to her footsteps go up the stairs and into the bathroom. A door closed, and moments later, a stream of water pattering against a porcelain tub.

He huffed and pouted his lips. This was stupid. He let her clean out his liner occasionally, and she thought that meant she could drag him into something as repulsive as a shower? She had to be out of her mind.

The house was quiet at this hour. No doubt the other objects in the house were sleeping save for John Splash and his bathroom buddies. Cam sat in his corner and listened to the water splashing in the tub, trickling off her body in a diamond like stream.

“Not gonna happen,” Cam said.

~

There was a knock at the bathroom door. The player paused her hand before she could reach for the bar of soap.

“Door’s unlocked,” she responded.

The door creaked as it opened and shut. On the other side of the curtain, the player saw the undeniable silhouette of her baggy companion. She smirked.

“The new liner not clean enough for you?” she teased.

She heard Cam grumble on the other side.

“Shut up,” she heard him say.

“Hey now, that’s no way to speak to a lady inviting you to shower with her,” the player teased. “You can come in, but lose the liner first.”

Cam grumbled again, but started undressing. The player watched his silhouette stretch and snap the plastic off his body. She adopted the outline of his body, impressed by how a guy who spent all his time on a garbage heap managed to keep a nicely shaped figure.

Cam gathered up in his bag-clothes in a ball and left it in the sink.

“Can I come in now?” he asked.

“You cam come in,” she said.

She chuckled when she heard Cam groan on the other side.

“Don’t make this harder,” he said.

“You’re free to go back in the kitchen if you want.”

Cam huffed, but then slipped behind the shower curtain, let it fall close behind him. He winced as soon as the water hit him.

“You trying to boil us both alive in here?” he said.

The player chuckled. The air was steamy around them like a bathhouse.

“It’s cold out and I needed to de-thaw,” she said.

“What’s that smell?”

“My new body wash. It’s called ‘fresh spring bloom.’ It’s meant to smell like rosewater.”

Cam made a disgusted sound in his throat. If he listened to his brain and not his dick, he’d be back downstairs snoozing. But then he dropped his eyes down the player’s nude body and suddenly forgot what they were talking about.

The player smirked, then stepped closer to him and grabbed him by the chin.

“You’re cute under those baggy clothes,” she said.

Before Cam could give a retort, the player pulled him down into a kiss. His brain instantly evaporated into the shower stream. He circled his arms around the player and pulled her, melting and surrendering into her lips.

“Mmmmmm,” he sighed deep in his throat.

His senses felt dizzy until he couldn’t feel anything except her body pressed against his. His hands smoothed along her back and waist as the hot rush of water drenched them both. Meanwhile, the player’s hands reached behind her, then up into Cam’s hair. Her fingers were elegant and nimble, and Cam damn near started purring as they curled in his brown waves. 

Except, then he felt something other than fingers in his hair. It was thicker than water and he could feel it sticking. Something like…bubbles?

Cam broke the kiss and wiped a hand along his head. His hands came back covered in a white lather that smelled fruity. He narrowed his eyes at the player.

“Was that your plan all along?” he said. “Kiss me so you could wash my hair? Evil temptress.”

The player character laughed.

“When I said I need guys to take a shower, I didn’t mean just stand there,” she said. “I do expect you to clean yourself a bit.”

Cam flicked the lather off his hand like it would make him sick. The player places both hands on his head, forcing him to bend at the waist.

“Come one, at least admit it feels good,” she said. She circled her fingers around in his hair until there was more white than brown. “I could tell you were enjoying it for a second there.”

Cam made a hrm sound in his throat, but he didn’t move. He stood there, bent over enough for the player to deep clean his hair. He wouldn’t say it, but it did feel nice to feel her fingertips along his scalp. It was soothing like a massage and he snapped his eyes open a few times trying not to fall asleep. He hated soap, but damn, this did feel nice.

At least I can see her boobs from here, he thought to himself, as his bent head was angled right in front of the player’s chest. Once she was finished lathering his hair, the player stood him up straight so the water could wash it away. Cam watched the white foam slide down his body and circle around the drain.

“There we go,” the player said. “Feel much better now?”

“I feel violated,” Cam said in his usual deadpan. Cleanliness felt unnatural to him. Mostly, he just wanted her to go back to petting his hair.

“Oh, quit being a baby.” The player took his face in her hands. “Just for that, you get another kiss.”

She pulled Cam down into a kiss. Now that the smell of moldy fruit and weeks-old takeout was off him, she kissed him more aggressively. Cam didn’t resist. He cupped the back of her head in his palm as she smoothed her hands down his chest. His cock had been hard and ready since she first kissed him. Her fingertips trailed along his erection and he shuddered. 

Cam suddenly remembered he didn’t just come up here to let her bath him. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to hers. Him and the player were both flustered, and not just because of the steamy water. Their hot breaths mingled in the short distance between their lips.

“By the way,” Cam said. “That thing you suggested to what’s his face…you gonna tell me what it was now?”

The player gave him a devious grin, as if she was waiting for him to ask that. She moved away from him and stepped out of the shower, dripping water on the floor. She closed the curtain behind her so Cam couldn’t see.

“Well, I told him I was getting bored of him being inside me,” she said. Cam heard her open the cabinet under the sink and rummage around. “So, I asked if I could try going inside him.”

Before Cam could even guess what that meant, she pushed open the shower curtain to reveal herself. She was still naked, except for one thing: A leather harness strapped to her front with silver buckles, and the largest phallus Cam had ever seen on the front.

He swallowed when he saw it. It was clearly plastic, but detailed with a shapely tip and veins. She moved it from the bedroom to under the bathroom sink. Like she knew he would come join her in the shower. His asshole instinctively clenched.

The player swung the harness on a single finger.

“So,” she said. “Wanna give it a try?”

Cam was frozen for a moment before he answered. He had a couple of guesses for what that mystery guy turned down, he didn’t quite guess this. A part of him hoped for something that would let him keep his eyes on her front. Another part of him kept looking at the dildo. Long and hard as plastic could be. And he did recall overhearing Ben-hwa talking about men having a special spot in their behinds…

“Fuck it, sure,” he said.

The player’s face bloomed in a smile. Fuck, she was pretty when she smiled.

“Then turn around, pretty boy,” she said.

Cam did as he was told and turned to face the wall. He pressed two hands against and spread his legs a little.

“You ever done this before?” he asked.

“Once or twice,” the player said as she adjusted the harness. She moved right behind him, her tip hovering just at his entrance. “Enough to know what I’m doing.”

Cam waited with his butt perked out waiting for her. His heart was throbbing in his chest. He wasn’t quite sure what to expect from this, but he also had no intention of stopping her. He was still a little high from their kiss, and he was curious what else this human woman could make him feel in this human body that was still new to him.

“I’ll see what what’s-his-name said no to,” he said.

“It’s fun, I promise.”

The player reached for the body wash. The rosewater one, appropriately packaged in the pink bottle. She squirted some into her hand and lathered it along the dildo.

“Besides,” she said. “I’ve cleaned you on the outside…now let’s try to clean you on the inside.”

The player took Cam’s hips in her hands. Just the touch alone sent a surge through Cam’s body and he felt something dribble. He glanced down between his hairy thighs to see precome trickling from his cock onto the shower floor.

“Look at you,” the player teased in a low whisper. “Even in the shower, you still make a mess.”

Cam’s cheeks flushed bright red. Thank god it was boiling hot in there and he could blame the water.

“Kept me…waiting long enough…” he sputtered.

“Well then,” the player said. She pressed the tip of her cock to his hole, Cam’s breath hitching against the feeling. “I won’t keep you waiting any longer.”

With that, she gently pushed herself inside of him. Cam sucked in a loud, shuddering breath as she did. His whole body, from his arms against the wall down to his spread legs, trembled at the sensation of it. The soap was a surprisingly effective lubricant. Or maybe Cam’s hole was impressively wide.

“Feel okay?” the player asked.

It took Cam a moment to gather his words. It hurt a little, stretching out his skin in a way he never felt before. But the pain was slight and almost pleasant. Whatever “sweet spot” Ben-hwa mentioned, Cam could just barely feel it being grazed, like holding one’s hand over a stove just enough to feel the heat without touching it.

“Y-yeah…” he said. “It’s…good…”

With that permission, the player began swerving her hips in a steady rhythm. That’s when the jolt of pleasure rushed up Cam’s body. The sweet spot was activated, and all of sudden it’s like his brain turned to melted butter. He pressed his face to wall, letting her fuck him slowly against the tile wall.

“Fuck…” he mumbled into the wall.” Fuck, that feels good…”

The player grinned into his muscular shoulder. She pressed her body up against his, pinning him to the wall with her chest to his back, as she drove her cock deeper inside him.

“Yeah, you like that?” she whispered in his ear. She gave him a slap to the rear. “Dirty boy…”

The player pushed her full girth up into his hole. The soap made her movement smooth and quick, moving in and out of him with ease. Cam’s hesitant whimpers turned to moans. His cock was pressed against the wall and trickling faster.

“Mmm…harder…” he whimpered.

With pleasure. The player began thrusting faster, pounding every sound out of him she could get. She grinned at the sight of him, at his back twisting and his ass riding her cock. She thought of every conversation they had since they met. Cam’s rudeness, his attitude, his dismissive tone. She’d been patient with him thus far. Now, she wanted a little revenge.

She snatched his hair up in her hand and yanked back. Cam moaned at the sudden sear of pain in his head, and his back arched.

“Fuck!” he yelped.

He huffed with every thrust. The player quickened her pace, her free hand gripping his hip, and she felt herself getting closer. The pressure of the harness pushed right against her clit, making it throb with each thrust and the sounds of Cam’s moans sent her over the edge. She yanked harder on his hair and arched her back as a sweet climax overtook her body.

“Mmmm, good boy,” she purred, licking her lips as the last of it drained from her. “My good, dirty boy.”

Her sickly sweet words brought Cam over the edge. Once she was finished, the player released Cam’s hair and her hand crawled to his neck. She clasped his throat, not enough to choke him, but just enough that his breath was short. Someone else at this moment may have pushed her away. That someone was not Cam. He was suddenly dizzy with pleasure, his sense firing until he almost felt faint.

“Fuck…” he whimpered under her hand.

The player’s other hand crawled down his abs to his cock. Her fingers wrapped around his length and began stroking him in time with her thrusts. Just like that, he was done for. Her hands to his cock and throat, he was trapped under her touch. His hips twitched and his moans turned to desperate pleas as a melting orgasm overtook him.

“Fuck, fuck, please, please, please, I need it so bad, I need it, please—”

Cam collapsed to pieces right there against the wall. He finished all over the floor, his seed mingling and sinking down the drain with the bath water. Even when every drop was gone, the player kept going. Gripping Cam’s throat, working his cock, just the amusement of watching him squirm.

Soon, Cam’s moans softened back to little whimpers. He could barely stand, only kept up by the player’s body pushing him to the wall. For a moment, they were silent except for their labored breaths and the drum of the shower water.

The player gently pulled out Cam. She removed the harness and tossed it on the floor outside of the shower. Cam remained against the wall, his body slightly trembling, his cheek pressed to the wall. The player came up right behind him, kissed the space between his shoulders, then hugged him from behind.

“You okay?” she asked. The teasing tone she had all night was gone, replaced with caring concern.

“It’s…” Cam said, trying to collect his thoughts. “...not what I expected.”

“In a good or bad way?”

“Definitely…not in a bad way…”

The player grinned and nuzzled her cheek into his shoulder.

“Thanks for joining me in here,” she said. “Maybe next time, we can go roll around in a dumpster sometime.”

Cam glanced over his shoulder with a smirk.

“There’s gonna be a next time?” he asked.

Volt, who talks such a big game, flirts, gives you those come hither eyes, does everything in his considerable power to tempt you into bed with him. And yes, of course he can back up all that talk and make good on everything he's promised you

But also...

Volt, who almost seems like he can't believe it when it's actually happening, who gets starry-eyed seeing you naked in his and Eddie's bed, who almost seems dazed for a moment to see your body underneath his, or on top of him, or while he's gazing up at you with his head between your legs