#him2025

He said he would be out with his teammates and back by 11. You called him worried, but no answer. You were growing irritated waiting for him, with no communication,

It was now an hour past and there was a small knot in your stomach. You didn't want to be that girlfriend but you knew how caught up he could get when outside. Was he drinking? You hoped he was taking it easy. You were so anxious.

Then, you heard faint movement downstairs, and then the click of the front door.

He was home. You heard shuffling as his footsteps grew closer, until he appeared in the bedroom door. His hood was pulled over his head, and his eyes looked tired.

“Hey” He said quietly, not sure if he had woken you up.

“You were supposed to be home an hour ago” you said, worry in your voice.

“I know, I'm sorry.” His voice tinged with guilt.

“You could have texted, I called you..” You said, raising a brow.

“You know how it can get with the guys, I lost track of time” He rubbed the back of his neck, moving closer.

“You look mad,” He continued, looking at you cautiously.

“Im not mad, I was just worried” You sighed, looking away.

“Ill call next time, I promise.” He closed the gap between you sitting next to you on the edge of the bed. And ushering you closer “Come here, I hate when you wait up”

You crawled over onto his lap wrapping your arms around his neck looking at him. “Then don’t make me.” You counter.

”Yes Ma’am” He smiled, before taking your lips into a slow and deep kiss. His hands settled on your waist, kneading the flesh with his rough hands.

“I missed you” He pulled away whispering the words onto your lips. His light eyes staring into yours.

“Then stop staying out so late” You whisper back, your words were teasing but your tone was gentle. “I worry about you when you're gone, and you shouldn't do too much with your head” You said, fingers ghosting over the scar healing on his crown.

“Its been months since… everything.” He said his words trailing off at thought of what happened before. Everything with Isaiah and the horrors he faced at the compound.

“Im fine, Promise.” He said, offering a slight smile. He hoped it would ease your worries.

You studied him, looking him over quietly. You hand caressed his face, stroking the side of his jaw before sliding down and resting on his chest, feeling his heart beat steady.

“You don't have to keep it in all the time, im here you know that right.” you asked, your voice only a murmur..

Your heart ached for him. He didn't talk about what happened often, but you saw how he was at night. He’d jerk in his sleep, waking up in a sweat. His body would shake until he pulled you closer and forced himself to go back to sleep.

He nods, “Yeah I know, and I'm grateful for you. You always say the right things.” He murmurs, his thumb tracing the exposed skin of your hips where your sleep shirt had ridden up.

“Right now I don't want any of that though” He said, his voice low and suggestive.

“What do you want then?” You tilt your head slightly. Your hands sliding up to his shoulders, resting there.

“Just this. Just you” His expression was soft, almost tired. “You make all the noise in my head go quiet.”His eyes met yours and they were filled with adoration.

Your forehead rested on his, and you guys sat in the silence, soaking in the moment. When you finally looked up his eyes were already on you.

The warmth of his breath ghosted over your lips as he leant in, slow. His hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you close. Your lips met and it was slow and soft at first. It was like a switch flipped. He’d been thinking of getting back to you all night.

He deepened the kiss, His tongue flicking over yours waiting for your access. And you gave it. Opening for him. Your tongues danced together exploring one another. Hands were everywhere, and soon enough you were under him. Clothes gone and nothing in between you but the undeniable desire and tension that was thick enough to cut with a knife.

He kissed up and down your body, not missing one spot. Cameron was always the pleaser. No matter how much he ached with want, he’d make sure to take care of you first.

His hands moved across your body, expressing words that he couldn't say. He watched the way your body shook, clenching and aching for him. He looked and cared for you with such reverence, every face and noise you made was something he held onto.

The night was spent with the two of you pressed together. Forehead to forehead. Hands gripping each other like the other would disappear,

Kisses littered on every area of skin possible, hearts racing, skin sticking with sweat and mouths speechless in a way that only your love could make them.

Light creeped through the curtain by the time you removed yourself from one another. Laying there speechless and breathless. Moments like this were what Cameron longed for. The stillness after a night spent together. The peace and quiet you brought to the chaos in his head.

Cameron looked at you as you laid next to him, hair a mess from the night. Eyes bright as you looked at him and lips plump from his attention. He knew he’d be okay, because he had you.

And you got him.