She felt him leave the bed and woke from her doze with a start. But he wasn't away long and she soon felt the mattress dip under his weight again as he climbed back into bed beside her, slipping his arms back around her gently, still under the false belief that she was asleep.

She clung on to his arm. "I thought you were leaving."

"Shhhh. Don't be silly." Then as an afterthought. "I didn't wake you did I?" He nuzzled her neck and the top of her spine again, the gentlest of goodnight kisses.

"Mmmmm." Richard continued to kiss down her back, hoping that he was lulling her to the verge of sleep again. He was therefore somewhat put out to find her giggling.

"Why are you laughing?"

"It tickles." She was still drowsy but Richard continued his ministrations.

"Noooooooooo, sleepy! Stop it!" He had added his hands now, working his fingers over her waist and lower back. "No stop it, please!" He was perplexed as to why she wanted him to stop so badly, but nevertheless stilled.

She rolled over and a look of vague annoyance crossed her face. "You can't make me laugh Richard."

"Why not?"

She bit the inside of her lip in mock annoyance and simply said "because" as she scooted over the bed and moved quickly into the bathroom herself.

Richard had now given up on all pretence of getting back to sleep. He was sure that it would come soon but he was too keen to see Camille naked again to feel tired. Most of all he didn't want fall asleep without her in his arms. He'd already done that. He'd spent the past year doing that and he hoped that he would never have to do it again. He had been mildly concerned that when she reappeared she might have been embarrassed enough by her nakedness to pick something out from the laundry basket, which once would have been as sexy as hell, but now that he had seen her naked, he didn't want her any other way. His anxiety however was short lived as she moved towards the bed as unclothed as she had been when she had left it. The moonlight caught down one side of her body and for the first time Richard was grateful that his shutters didn't completely block out all light. It seemed impossible but the effect only served to make her more beautiful, she was both ethereal and wraith like in the white light. He lay there watching her as she came closer. She knelt on the bed, then lay on top of him entirely, intending on rolling over him and back into sleep. She hovered over his face for a moment, planting a sleepy kiss on his lips, but before she could complete her roll she found that he had placed both his hands on her, effectively pinning her into position. He kissed her again then gave her a mischievous smile.

"What is it?"

"Hop on then..." He inclined his head a little and raised his eyebrows quickly, knew he was being cheeky.

She bit back a smile and pretended outrage. "Richard Poole! When did you become so forward?"

"Says the naked woman straddling me..." she tried to look annoyed but knew she didn't have a leg to stand on. Instead she attempted to distract him by kissing him.

"So you think I'm forward?"

"I didn't say that." He was finding it difficult to talk while her mouth was over his.

"Don't you like it when I'm forward?"

"I didn't say that either."

He closed his eyes and allowed the sensation of her breasts trailing over his skin to overwhelm him. He gave a groan, followed quickly by a sigh just managing to string a coherent sentence together. "Don't tease me." He hadn't been ready for sleep but there was no way that he was ready for round two just yet either.

She smiled up at him. "So you can dish it out but you can't take it..."

"No, I just want to have some energy left over for the rest of the weekend..."

She looked coy. "Are you planning on keeping me prisoner here until Monday morning?"

"No, not really, I mean, unless you want to stay here. I'm meant to be playing tennis with Jamie tomorrow so I probably should get some sleep..."

She bit his shoulder in annoyance and he laughed, rolling her into his arms in an effort to make her stop.

"Enough! I might still have to go swimming with them."

"And after swimming?"

"After swimming I'm all yours provided you can't see any of your handiwork above my collar."

She giggled and snuggled down into his arms her hand resting on his chest. "You know I've never heard you laugh so much. It's nice."

"If it helps, I'll go back to being grumpy at work, just to keep the status quo..."

"I wouldn't bother, my mother will know." She knew what he was thinking and answered his unspoken question. "She always knows"

He made a face of reluctant acceptance. "She won't make a big deal about us will she?" Camille pressed herself closer to him at the mention of the word us, grateful that he was at least thinking of the future.

"I don't think so, she won't want to scare you off..."

"I think it might take more than your mother to do that."

She smiled and stretched a little intending on wrapping her legs around his and encountered something at the end of the bed. "What is that?"

He followed her example and stretched his leg out feeling for the offending item. He sighed. "If I'm not mistaken that is your underwear, and you're very lucky it's still in one piece."

"It better had be, that's my best underwear." She saw the look that he was giving her and suddenly became self conscious realising what she had said.

"Your best underwear? That rather implies that you were expecting me to see it Camille..."

She changed tact quickly. "Well not my best, just everyday stuff really." Her flippancy held no tenure with him.

"Everyday stuff? So you wear that at work?"

"No of course not!"

"So not every day stuff?" She huffed annoyed that her brain wasn't working so late at night and grudgingly shook her head in annoyance. "Now that is a shame." He fished around with his feet at the bottom of the bed again.

"What are you doing?"

"Well if that's your best underwear, and it was, from memory, very beautiful Camille, then I want to see it again..."

She snatched it away before he could reach it and threw it away from them. "If you're very lucky I'll buy some more."

"That's as maybe, but I'll be equally as lucky if you never wear any again." Then added as an afterthought, "perhaps I should keep you here this weekend and confiscate your clothes."

"You could. But I'd only wear yours instead."

Richard said nothing but held her closer and prayed that she wouldn't notice that his heart rate had quickened at that particular idea. He needed to end the conversation before it took a different turn. "You know, if it's any consolation, I wore my lucky pants too."

"I thought you didn't believe in that?"

He shrugged, implying that he would have done anything to have ensured this outcome with her, realising and worrying too late that it might make him look desperate. He changed tact again. "It's late, we can talk about your underwear or lack of it in the morning."

"Spoilsport." She kissed him. "Goodnight Richard," she turned away from him again, pressing her back against his chest, her bottom into his pelvis.

"Goodnight Camille. Then as an afterthought, "Oh Camille?"

"mmmm."

"I...um...nothing. Sleep well."


He woke to find her watching him, her hand stroking his face .

"Morning." He wanted to kiss her, wanted to reply at the very least but was paranoid that he had morning breath. Luckily she sorted that for both of them and pulled him towards her. Her lips found his, kissing him in a manner Richard thought was more suited to last night's activities rather than this mornings, but he wasn't complaining. He was ready for her, had been ready before he had woken, but Camille had other ideas.

"I'm going for a shower." She pushed him away and he shifted to allow her to clamber over him to the edge of the bed, trying to keep the look of disappointment off his face. She looked back before getting out completely. "Aren't you coming?" The smile was back, as he saw her disappear through the door. First things first though. He grabbed his phone intent on texting Jamie to let him know that he'd be a little later than planned.

He turned it on and it immediately sprang to life a text flashing up on the screen.

Don't know how last night went but Lucie's on her way, hide or run. J

It was sent at 9.45am. Richard checked the watch on his bedside table, it was just past 10am. There wasn't much time, she would be here soon. The only thing to do was to pretend they weren't there, it was easier than dragging Camille out of the shower, effectively curtailing the morning's entertainment before it had even begun, something he wasn't about to do. He rose quickly, grabbing his boxer shorts in case she arrived earlier than he anticipated. He swiftly attended to the shutters locking them firmly before moving to the doors, fastening those too. With a bit of luck Lucie would think that he had already left for the morning. As a final precaution he turned off his phone and rummaged in Camille's bag to make sure that hers was off too. He cast one final look around, the shack was dark and already sweltering in the morning sun. Satisfied he headed into the bathroom.

"What took you so long?"

"Apparently Lucie's doing some super sleuthing of her own...she's on her way over, she wants to question me about how our date went."

"We should leave." Camille was not keen on being caught out by his younger sister. She tried to get out and gave him a confused look when instead he stepped into the shower blocking her path. "What are you doing?"

"I've taken care of it."

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

The cubicle was smaller than he had anticipated, not uncomfortably small but there was very little room for them to move without touching each other. Camille was already pressed up against the wall, her body responding to the ceramic which was cold against her back, forcing her to arch herself into him. They heard a car. Richard turned the water off before the engine died and they waited in silence.

The steam cleared a little allowing him to see the rivulets of water still flowing off her body into the tray below, the drops forming on her shoulders and the tops of her breasts, the mist still clinging to her hair. She was staggeringly beautiful. He held a finger against her mouth as they heard the doors and shutters being rattled.

"Hello? Richard, are you in there? Your car's still outside!"

Camille had started to giggle and Richard pressed to her closer to try and convey the urgency of the situation. She opened her lips and began to kiss the finger still held against her, drawing it into her mouth. Her hands, pressed up against the wall behind her until now, were caressing and clinging to him in turn, pulling him in to her. He looked down at her when her tongue joined in the exploration of his finger and realised that she was looking up at him with what was rapidly becoming a familiar glint in her eye. He could feel his breathing quicken as he stifled a moan. The rattling and shouting continued for a few moments more as Lucie completed a circle of the house, even stopping at the bathroom window before he heard her mutter under her breath, probably trying the phone he thought smugly to himself.

He prayed that she would go soon, Camille's hands were now trailing up and down his back and flank, dipping dangerously close to where their bodies met at their pelvises, making it impossible for him to think of anything else. He could feel the heat radiate from her body, the thought of her arousal when he was barely even touching her made him ache for her. He wanted nothing more than to be part of it. He involuntarily pressed himself closer to her and she answered him by pushing back, grinding herself up against him, feeling him strain against her, finding the tension just as unbearable as he did. The water had almost completely evaporated due to the enclosed heat and in its place a trail of sweat was making its way slowly down her sternum progressing through her cleavage and on to the flat plain of her stomach. He was mesmerised. The roar of a car engine was all he needed as confirmation that Lucie had finally left and as Camille's hand and mouth left his body to grasp for the shower dial he found himself unable to resist her anymore.