If It's a Day, a Month, A Year: (5/7)

[dugindeep]

Jared led her out of the elevator and tucked her against his body. Her hand went to his back but went away when he slowed to his room. Her smirk faltered as she bit her bottom lip. “What? Are you okay?”

Her fingers crept up and down a small space at his chest and his hands swept up her sides. “Yeah,” she sighed carefully. She wasn’t even sure what she was doing, let alone really wanted to do right then. Telling Jared she wanted him was totally different than actually following through. She felt like she had to build up the confidence to that.

Jared’s hands tugged her closer as his nose nudged against her head. “Yeah?”

She leaned against him, hands resting at his chest, and she tipped her head up to him. As best she could, her voice nearly purred, trying to joke and settle her nerves. “I don’t put out on the first date.”

He kissed at her parted lips. “Good thing this isn’t a date.”

Through her fingers, she felt how hot his skin was, the fire burning just below the surface. And as much as she craved to know more about that skin, she took a deep breath and bit the inside of her mouth.

His eyes kept hers, searching for her lie. He kissed her once more, softly, and then pulled back and swept his hands at her back. Carefully. “Okay, yeah.”

Cameron’s nails drew into his shirt, clinging to the cotton, smiling and kissing him.

He took a deep breath with a small smile. “Alright, yeah. I’ll let you off that hook, but you’re still sleeping here.”

She stared at him with a tiny smirk and her nails then dragged lightly downward. “I’d hope so.”

Jared’s eyes kept hers and his lips parted enough to show his true emotion, even though he still had to say it. “I am really going to like this version of you, aren’t I?”

Her smirk curled tighter as he turned away to open the door and led her in, flipping the hallway light so she could see. “Oh, my God,” she broke loudly. “You are a pig.”

He shuffled in, pushing some clothes to the side with his foot. “What? They do laundry on Fridays.”

To be honest, she knew it wasn’t that bad. But after dealing with his high self image, she was convinced he’d be the neatest little neat freak she’d ever known. “When do they do your laundry? This looks like everything you could ever own.”

Jared picked a few shirts off the bed, sat down, and tossed them onto a suitcase set up next to the armoire. “Trust me, this isn’t everything. My zillion-dollar mansion has like fifteen closets full of Armani.”

She smiled at his tone and moved closer, kissing him as soon as she was close to his face and wrapping her arms around his neck. She leaned in enough that he dropped back to the bed. Even while she was convinced it wasn’t the best idea, all she really wanted in that moment was to feel every inch of his skin. For all of her reasons – him still cracking jokes, being a messy slob, and basically being polite enough to not push anything but also to insist she not drive– she didn’t find not doing something to be so good an idea either. If he was dying to get into her pants, he wasn’t necessarily showing it, and she appreciated how things had slowed down for the time being. What he was showing was restraint when she sat up, legs straddling him, and he wouldn’t follow.

His hands held her thighs and he smiled. “You are such a tease, St. James.”

Cameron grabbed his hands, threading her fingers between his and raising them to the space between them. “Is it a tease if I eventually follow through?”

He smirked while their hands played together, fingers moving against each other. “When would that be?”

She glanced at the clock then back to him. “Three minutes?”

Jared sat up, grabbing at her back. “You think that’s all I need?”

“Are you saying the rumors aren’t true?”

Another smirk and he pulled her in to kiss, slow, languid, all tongue in her mouth.

Cameron mumbled against his mouth in between kisses. “Three minutes, it’ll be Friday. We can start our second date.”

His response came out a cross between a whimper and a sigh, which she took to be agreement on the whole thing. “I don’t want you claiming this wasn’t your idea. Because it absolutely is.”

She settled in tighter to him, her chest pressing his, his legs fitting perfectly between hers, her mouth nipping its way down his jawline. “Can’t rape the willing.”

He groaned low, “Cameron.”

“Yes, Jared?” Her hands held his face and she watched him with an innocent face, yet she held a seductive tone. Which seemed to knock him dead in that moment because his eyes, while keeping with her, were nearly vacant.

“You aren’t going to kill me tomorrow, right? I won’t walk on set and find you with a gun and matches to burn the body afterwards?”

She chuckled. “What’re you talking about?”

His hands roamed her back and took in the expanse of skin from her neck down to the v in her shirt, the blush running across her jaw, and the way she kept pushing her breasts against him, which kept bringing him back to the dip of her shirt. His voice sounded far away as he rambled. “You’ve never been this nice to me for this long a period of a time. And I’m pretty much thinking you’ve planned my demise and are now enjoying the last minutes of my life with torture.”

“Did you drop ‘shrooms?”

“No,” he answered, confused.

“Are you really stopping this?”

“It hasn’t really started.”

Without a word, she pulled the hem of her shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the corner with a couple of his own tees. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, top to bottom as his hands roamed from her back to her side, and finally, carefully, skated fingers over the edges of her bra.

“Cam?”

“Hmm?” She sounded distracted, working his shirt off his arms and pulling up on the tee underneath.

“In the morning, you’ll still respect me, right?”

She looked from her hands holding his shirt just inches from his face and caught the play in his eyes before bringing the shirt completely over his head. “I don’t respect you much now.”

“Do you promise to not respect me less?”

Her voice went as flat as possible, but she still smiled. “Jared, it’s pretty hard to get any lower than you are.”

With his laugh, he held her tight and turned them over. He moved down her body, kissing the entire way until he reached her jeans, unbuttoning while watching her and smiling when he saw a dip in her stomach as she sucked in an incredibly deep breath. As he kissed her belly, he pulled her pants and underwear down, moving himself lower as the clothes went away and finally lifting her hips and guiding her further onto the bed so he could fit himself closer, and just right. It took only seconds for her to start moaning, loving the feel of his tongue on her clit, his fingers grazing along the lips. Both flicking their way expertly, loving her replies, her movements. First away from him, then into him, and generally doing all but grinding on his hand and face while he slipped his fingers in and kept sucking on her.

He stopped for just a second and looked up her body, searching for her face. It finally lolled to the side, staring him down with a tiny smile, and he moved up to be with that mouth, that tongue, those eyes. Jared rested his body on top of hers, kissing her and watching her eyes watch him through the whole thing.

Cameron brought her hands between their bodies, dipping them into his jeans and grabbing him, finding him nearly hard. He moaned into her mouth and shifted so she could better grope him, better take him in her hands. “Here,” she whispered, trying to motion him over so she could return the favor, but he stopped kissing and heaved himself up on elbows to watch her. “Do you give up already? Convinced you’re not good enough to please Cameron James?” she smirked.

Jared chuckled and stared at a spot just beside her head. At that, she carefully withdrew her hands, hanging onto the waist of his jeans.

“What?” she asked quietly, starting to wonder what was going on in his head. How, after weeks of begging and pleading, he was stopping.

He gave another chuckle, this one rougher and with less humor, and then finally looked back to her. “You have to promise you won’t laugh.”

Her lips flattened then curled a tiny bit at one corner. The voice was semi-concerned, but they both knew better. “Oh, Jared, it happens to every guy.”

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, trying to not laugh. “No. I’m serious.”

He didn’t swear much, so she knew it was real. With a sobering face, she nodded, silent.

“I’ve been chasing you all this time and you finally relent. But I seriously want to take you out.”

Her voice came small and quiet, so amazed by his statement. “Okay.”

“Like wine and three-course dinners and whatever us rich people do on real dates.”

Cameron’s voice held the same tiny qualities. “Yeah.”

“Cam, I’m serious. I will.”

She nodded slowly and smiled even slower, holding his face in her hands. “Can you promise that we do it quietly?” When he just looked surprised, she continued on. “Exhibit 37 to not get together, everyone will know.”

“You ashamed of me?”

“Of course I am, baby.”

He smiled at her tone and kissed her again. “Can you promise me blow jobs. Because steak is definitely worth head.”

Cameron laughed and held him tight against her. “I can promise that. I promise you will love them.”

“You’re beginning to be awfully full of yourself.”

“Your ego is contagious. Don’t blame me.”

Another kiss and Jared rested his forehead on hers, thinking of all the times he had thought of being this close to her, had wanted to be right here with her, kissing and laughing, still ribbing and not being concerned with the person everyone else saw him as because she knew better than that. When she stared into his dark eyes she couldn’t help thinking of how awesome it felt to finally let herself open and how she loved that he saw more in her than anyone had before. That she had someone to be funny with who didn’t get offended with the ridiculous mockery, yet she could be honest and real. And to be frank, she was kind of glad that she was about to have sex with Jared Padalecki, as if anyone wouldn’t be

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