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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[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

Oh, as if.

He is relatively less occupied, given she is only wearing two articles of clothing.

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

Then it is a good thing that buttons are things that she is fairly skilled with, and his are easy to undo. The...shirt itself is going to end up staying on the floor, though. She's busy with the fly of his pants.

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

And his arms are circling her back, fingers working on the clasp of her bra as he steers her gently towards the bed.

(at least there is one, this time around)

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

(And the couch would be awkward with the warring between sexneedtotouchplease and the heat)

The bed hits the back of Camille's legs just as she twists to finish taking the bra off, and as she lets that fall onto the floor, she sits down and scoots back on the covers.

"I'm still a tease?" She asks, looking up at him.

[ofgreatinterest.livejournal.com]

"You still have the chance to be," he smirks, before leaning over to kiss her again.

"As long as you don't take it, I'm happy."

[onlyneed1shot.livejournal.com]

Camille has no intention of taking that chance - at least, not as such - and she proceeds to make this very, very clear.

Of course, in the haze of after, with tangled sheets and still ragged breathing and skin that is only starting to dry, she's not entirely sure that she will be able to move for, oh. An hour. At least.



Not that she - lying on her side, eyes closed - has any problem with this.