AU: Port au Prince, Haiti

[onlyneed1shot]

Haiti is...hot. This is not something that is new to her; born in Santa Cruz, Bolivia, and raised in Columbia, she is well used to the heat. But sometimes, it is just hot and the only thing to do is to retire in the shade and turn on the air-conditioning.

Only...the air-conditioner at the hotel isn't working.

The water in the taps is almost the same temperature as the air, so there goes her normal fall-back plan of sitting on the edge of the bath with her feet in cold water. And, besides, she is working and needs a wall.

The only remaining realistic option is just to say hell with it, and strip.

So it is that on this day, Camille is standing in front of a wall-turned-workboard, taping a marker against her leg as she studies information and maps, dressed in nothing but an ivory bra and yellow knickers with her hair pinned up.







Okay, fine.

Yellow with purple flowers, if you must know.

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[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

"That is patently unfair."

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

"I haven't been working as hard as you."

Which does nothing to disprove her point.

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

"Apparently not."

Beat.

"Is that all sorted, then?" She asks, gesturing to the wall and meaning Bolivia.

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

"For now."

One can never tell these things.

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

Especially not in Bolivia.

Camille nods, looks down then up.

"And Medrano?"

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

Pause.

A quick look, and then:

"He's almost yours."

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

Quietly, "Almost?"

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

"This wasn't exactly what my colleagues wanted to hear."

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

"No, I can imagine not."

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

He cants his head to one side.

"Then you see why I don't have an immediate answer."

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

"I do. I just...wanted clarification."

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

With a brief smile: "You won't have to wait much longer."

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

She doesn't entirely know what she is going to do without...this. This quest of hers, this driving need to hunt down Medrano and rid herself of her family's ghosts. It scares her, a little, trying to think of a future without him and without this, but-

But she is twenty-nine, and she is tired. She is tired of having it drive her, consume her, tired of the guilt, tired of having Mama and Papa and Melda crowd around and scream in her sleep. There is a ring on her finger and a man who loves her (for whatever definition of the word), and she wants to move on.

So, she just says, "Thank you," and holds out her hand.

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

He takes her hand, kisses her knuckles.

"My pleasure."

(and, well -- this is the closest he has even been - ever let himself be - to another person)

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

Camille smiles, fond and wry.

"Then what do you think you'll do?"

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

"Whatever it takes."

This? Is said 100% sincerely.

Which is, all things considered, unusual for him.

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

Which she is highly aware of, so even as her smile widens her eyebrows go up.

"You are a very useful man to have around. I should marry you."

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

Dominic snorts, grinning for a split second.

"Tease."

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

"Never."

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

Getting up from his chair in one fluid motion, he places a hand on her waist, mouth by her ear.

"Always."

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

"Mmm," she says, which is not precisely a protest, even if she does turn her head to catch his mouth with hers.

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

... He may be chuckling in the back of his throat.

Just maybe.

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

She won't tell. She is, however, getting a crink in her neck from the angle, and so she smoothly gets to her feet, using his shoulder for balance and not breaking away.

Fuck the heat, apparently.

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

And so much for his staying relatively content with the temperature.

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

That is one of the reasons her fingers are starting to be busy on the buttons of his shirt. Of course, he could always ask her to stop.