What: Camille brings Weiss some soup, but things end up different than planned.
Triggers: Smut, cancer
Camille covered up with her coat as she headed over to visit Weiss, slipping a scarf around her neck to help from the chill. Her boots sloshed in the mushy snow as she made her way to her car, driving to his place. She was glad to get to see her friend, even if he seemed sick. She wasn't sure what was making him feel ill, but in an attempt to make him cheer up or at least smile, she stopped along the way and picked up some chicken noodle soup from a shop for him. Knocking once she was there, she yelled through the door. "Special delivery for Weiss!" she chimed, holding the canister of hot soup in her hands.
Weiss made his way to the door when he heard the knock and the girls sweet voice ringing through the halls. He opened it with a small smile on his face, "Hey, Cammy," he said and stepped aside to let her in before he noticed what she was holding, "Cam.. You shouldn't have."
Camille held out the styrofoam cup with the lid, giving him a smile. "You weren't feeling well, so I figured this might help," she said, walking inside. "It's not magic, but soup tends to help when your throat hurts, y'know," she said, taking off her scarf and shoving her gloves into her pockets.
Weiss took the soup off her and gave her a small smile, "Thanks.. I'm sure it'll do wonders," he said before closing the door behind her. He wanted to tell her everything, but he didn't want her to worry about him, or to try and baby him like his family did.
Camille smiled as he took the soup, slipping her coat off and setting it down on his sofa. As she was turning around, she saw orange pill bottles lined up on his table. Now, she knew he was sick, but that many bottles? And he wasn't treating this like something serious enough that he would need prescriptions. "Uh...Weiss? What's all this?" she asked, picking up a bottle.
Weiss felt his heart skip a beat when the girl picked up one of the bottles, he quickly made his way over to her, setting the soup down before gathering up all the bottles in a hurry, snatching it out of her hand, "It's nothing. Forget you saw them."
Camille furrowed her brow in confusion as he panicked. "Weiss..." she grabbed his arm gently and looked at him with concern. "I can't just forget that. What are all those for?"
Weiss quickly stuffed the pulled back into the bag. He pulled his arm from her grip and walked to his room, setting the bag on his nightstand before walking back out to her. He grabbed the soup from the table and opened it up, inhaling it deeply, "Want some?" He asked, acting as if none of that happened.
Camille watched him, baffled, as he ignored her and came back to her without even acknowledging her words. "No, it's all yours," she said in a passive tone. She took a seat at the table, crossing her arms over her chest. "Weiss," she said sternly, as if she was his mother. "What was all that?"
Weiss nodded once and grabbed out a bowl, pouring a small amount of soup into the bowl before closing it up against and setting it in the fridge. He grabbed out a spoon and began slowly sipping up the soup, small amounts at a time as it hurt to swallow too much. "All what?" He asked and looked over at the girl giving her his puppy dog eyes.
Camille watched as Weiss tenderly sipped at the soup, raising her eyebrows to him. "Don't give me that look. All those pills! That was enough to supply an army, and it doesn't look like you're that sick." Her eyes examined him carefully as she tried to figure out what he was hiding.
Weiss shrugged slightly and took another sip, "Maybe I'm a drug dealer," he said casually, "Or maybe I'm addicted to prescription meds.."
Camille rolled her eyes at him, gently kicking his foot with her boot. "Weiss, stop messing around. I'm serious!"
Weiss "And so am I, Cam." He said and leaned back in his chair, "Why do you want to know so bad?"
Camille sighed at looked into his eyes. "Because all those pills weren't just for nothing. Either you are addicted, selling them, or something else. And I care to know."
Weiss frowned slightly, "Why do you care? It's not like you're my girlfriend," he muttered and looked down at the soup.
Camille was thrown off by his words, a look of surprise spreading across her face. "No...I'm not, but you're my friend and I care about you."
Weiss twirled his spoon around in the soup, shaking his head. "I cant say it," he whispered and licked his lips, "If I say it, it makes it real."
Camille reached her hand across the table, taking his free one in hers. "Weiss...what is it?" she asked in a hushed tone.
Weiss he looked up at her for a moment and bit his lip. He slowly pulled her hand up to the side of his neck, pressing it against it so she could feel a lump. "Can you feel that..? That's a tumour," he whispered and looked down, ashamed, "I have cancer, Cammy."
Camille felt her heart drop into her stomach. "Cancer? But...how?" she asked, slowly pulling her hand away and placing it on the table.
Weiss dropped his hands into his lap, "Smoking, drinking.. All that bad stuff," he said, still looking down.
Camille walked over to him and bent down, placing a hand on his knee. "You're going to survive this, okay? I'm here for you the whole way."
Weiss looked at her and nodded slowly, he reached out and pulled her close to him in a tight hug, "If you say so," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her hair.
Camille stayed there in his arms just holding him, pulling away when she felt her eyes pricking with tears. "Ugh, sorry. I'm getting emotional," she laughed it off as she wiped her eyes.
Weiss shook his head and gave her a small smile, "It's okay.. You're allowed to cry, I won't judge you. I mean, I've cried a hell of a lot the past six months, and I'm supposed to be a manly man."
Camille looked up at him. "Six months? You've known for that long?" she asked.
Weiss nodded slowly. "Yeah.. I mean, it took them a little while to actually figure out what it was exactly because the type I have is really rare.. There's only like two and a bit thousand people in the U.S that get it, yearly. I happen to be one of those unlucky fuckers," he said and shrugged.
Camille sat down on the floor and looked up at him sadly, rubbing his knee comfortingly. "I'm sorry, Weiss..." she said quietly. "This just isn't fair! You don't deserve this at all."
Weiss placed his hand over the top of hers and gave it a light squeeze. He shook his head and sighed, "It's fine, I'm getting used to it all."
Camille shook her head back at him. "You shouldn't have to. You're so young, and a good guy, and just...it's just damn unfair." She chuckled at herself. "I guess the soup was kind of the wrong idea, huh?"
Weiss stood up from the chair and grabbed the girls hands, pulling her up, "I'm not a good guy. If I was a good guy then this wouldn't be happening to me." He pulled her in for another hug, milking this for all he could get off her, "No, the soup was a great idea.. I haven't eaten in four days because it hurts too much to swallow food, but soup is easy and doesn't hurt as much."
Camille embraced him tightly, shaking her head. "Don't say that. I know you're a good guy, so you can stop trying to convince me otherwise," she said, still holding him. "Four days?" she asked with surprise in her voice. "Dear God, it's a wonder you're not a skeleton!" she joked. "Do I need to be your nurse?"
Weiss "You're wrong," he whispered before nuzzling into her hair, inhaling her scent. "Mhmm, four days.. I mean, I've been having some protein shakes and stuff, but I haven't had actual food in four days." He smirked to himself and bit his lip, "Depends.. Will you wear the sexy outfit?"
Camille sighed softly. "Well, at least you've been smart about keeping yourself fed. Protein shakes will at least keep you from passing out." She blushed slightly and knocked him in the arm. "If you go buy one, you might get lucky," she smirked.
Weiss "I'm not as dumb as I look," he laughed. The boy raised his brows at her comment as he looked down at her, "I might get lucky, huh..? Wow, so suggestive, Cammy."
Camille laughed and hit him again in the arm, roughing up his hair a bit. "Oh, get your head out of the gutter," she smiled. "Seriously, do I need to start checking up on you? If I have to, I'll get that damned nurse outfit just so you'll let me in."
Weiss let out a soft groan when she hit him again, rubbing his arm gently, "Please stop.." He muttered and looked down. He bit his lip and shrugged, "The only way I'm gonna let you in this apartment again is with that nurse outfit, so you'd better get one quickly."
Camille gave him a challenging look, crossing her arms with a smirk. "Then I guess I better get down to the party store and start looking for a Halloween costume, huh?" she asked.
Weiss nodded and looked her over, "I think you should try a lingerie store instead," he said, smirking at her.
Camille blushed and shook her head. "I'm gonna hit you again," she joked, covering her face. "You seem to have perked up since the change of subject, so I guess that's good."
Weiss shook his head, "Don't. It hurts." He nodded at her statement, "Yeah, well I don't like the idea of dying.. But, I love the idea of seeing you in a skimpy nurses outfit, tending to me and my needs."
Camille frowned at his mention of dying, but didn't bring it back up. "Why can't I tend to you and your needs in clothes like this?" she said, motioning to her outfit.
Weiss looked down at her outfit, "Because, that's too many clothes," he said and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer to him and slowly moving his hands up her sides and slipping under the fabric of her shirt, "Too many clothes," he muttered again.
Camille was surprised by Weiss's blunt moves, but didn't pull away from him. "Too many clothes, huh?" she asked coyly. "You've never had a problem with them before.."
Weiss "Oh, I did.. I've always hated them," he said, his hands moving higher, bringing the shirt with them, "I was just too scared to do anything about it, but I'm trying this new thing; when I want something, I take it."
Camille felt her breath hitch in the back of her throat as he raised her shirt, her eyes not leaving his as she felt her heart pounding loudly. She was frozen from his touch, her eyes locked on his as her hands finally made a move to his shoulders.
Weiss slowly pulled her shirt off of her, letting his fingertips slowly glide across her soft skin. "Beautiful," he whispered before leaning down and connecting their lips in a gentle kiss.
Camille leaned into the kiss softly, pulling away slowly and staring at him. "Weiss..." she whispered, her hand caressing his face. "Where is this coming from?"
Weiss nuzzles his nose against hers, "I don't want to live with regrets.. I don't know how much longer I have, Cammy, and I want to live each moment like its my last."
Camille tried to ignore his morose comment, especially because she really wanted this. She hadn't felt this way towards Weiss since freshman year, but the feelings came rushing back faster than she expected. "You want...me?" she asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable without her shirt on.
Weiss nodded slowly, "More than you can imagine," he whispered, his hands moving to cup her face before he leaned down and kissed her once more, this time with much more passion.
Camille pressed her body against his as he connected their lips once again, feeling like her breath was being taken away. She remembered dreaming of this when she was younger, holding Weiss in her arms and kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Her hands slipped into his back pockets as she wanted to be as close to him as possible.
Weiss moved his arms to wrap around her small waist, deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue into her mouth. He began slowly leading her to the bedroom, keeping their lips connected the whole time.
Camille fought against his tongue as the kiss became more heated, allowing him to lead them towards his bedroom. She felt her legs hit his mattress and broke the kiss, tugging on his shirt.
Weiss pulled back from the kiss and quickly removed his shirt, he grabbed her hands and guided them to the front of his belt, before moving his own hands to the front of her jeans, undoing them and tugging them off.
Camille bit her lip as he led her hands to his belt, quickly removing it and tossing it across the room. She stepped out of her jeans and kicked them aside, along with pulling his down, giving him a sultry look as she kissed up his torso.
Weiss hooked a finger under her chin and brought her face up to his, kissing her roughly. He placed a hand on the small of her back and laid her down on the bed, hovering over her.
Camille kissed him deeply, disconnecting their lips to get some air. She took the moment to look over his body, running her fingers over the tattooed skin. "I can't believe this is happening.."
Weiss bit his lip as he looked down at her, "Me neither," he whispered, breathlessly before connecting his lips with her neck, kissing and sucking until he made a mark.
Camille wasn't sure what the results would be after this happened, but right now, she really didn't care. A soft moan escaped her as he kissed her neck, her fingernails lightly scraping up his sides against his ribs.
Weiss began to slowly kiss down her body until he got to the top of her panties. He looked up at her as he hooked his fingers into the waist band, slowly pulling them down her legs, a low growl leaving his lips at the sight of her.
Camille bit her bottom lip as he made his way down her body, lifting her hips when it became obvious he wanted to remove her underwear. Her eyes flicked down to him in anticipation as she licked her lips.
Weiss pressed soft kisses all the way up her thigh, missing over her core before kissing down the other thigh. He moved his hands to rest on the inside of her knees, pushing her legs open wider and connecting his lips to the inside of her thigh, sucking gently to create a mark.
Camille felt like she was sinking into the mattress as he kissed all along her thighs, her eyes closing as she waited on him to make the move. "I thought girls were supposed to be the tease?" she breathed out, glancing down at him with a smirk.
Weiss looked up at the girl through his lashed and let out a deep chuckle, "You thought wrong, my dear." He slowly kissed up her thigh once more before gliding his hands up her skin to her hips and leaning closer, licking a broad strip up her wet heat.
Camille let out a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding when his tongue finally connected with her core, her head falling back against the bed. She grabbed at the sheets, her mind on nothing but Weiss.
Weiss brought one long finger to her entrance, slowing pushing it inside of her and his lips closed around her clit, sucking gently.
Camille "Weiss.." she hissed out, her hips moving inadvertently against his ministrations. Her hands made their way to his hair, gently tangling into his dark locks.
Weiss let out a gentle moan when he felt her fingers tangle in his hair. He added a second finger and sped up his pace, his tongue still working against her clit.
Camille held onto his hair gently, moaning as she felt a second finger enter her. She moved her hips in time with his fingers, her eyes clenched shut.
Weiss continued his actions on her for a little bit longer before slowly removing his fingers and pulling away from her. He pulled his boxers down and hovered over her once more, reconnecting their lips as he ran the tip of his fully hard member up and down her wet heat.
Camille breathed heavily as he kept on and was slightly surprised when he pulled away, but felt her stomach flip as he removed his boxers. As they kissed, she grabbed hold of his length, roughly rubbing his tip down her heated core for more friction.
Weiss smirked into the kiss when he felt her hand around him. He moved her hand away before lining himself up with her entrance, slowly pushing inside her tight hole.
Camille gasped in pleasure as she felt him enter her, kissing him even deeper. Her fingers grasped at his hips, trying her hardest to bring him closer.
Weiss began slowly rocking in and out of her, moaning at how tight she was.
Camille connected their lips in a kiss, her hands reaching up to his shoulders as he pumped into her.
Weiss kissed her back roughly, his hand reaching down between them to quickly run at her clit as he fucked her.
Camille gasped suddenly at his touch, making her break the kiss. "Weiss...I'm close," she muttered out against his shoulder.
Weiss placed his free hand on her hip to give him a better vantage, "Come on, Cammy.. Come for me."
Camille kissed him roughly as his length brought her to her climax, her hands gripping his back as she tightened around him. "Weiss! Oh my God," she exhaled against his lips.
Weiss came a few moments after her. He released into her with a loud moan, "Shit.. Fucking hell, Cam," he groaned.
Camille curled her fingers into the back of his hair, looking into his dark eyes. "Can we do that again sometime?" she asked before chuckling
Weiss nodded as he slowly pulled out I her before collapsing on the bed next to her, "Yeah, I think that idea," he whispered, trying to catch his breath.
Camille smiled and turned towards him, resting on her elbow. "So, you've decided when you want something, you take it huh?"
Weiss nodded at her question, "I have.. I don't want to have any regrets, you know?"
Camille nodded, looking at him somberly. "People should live life like that anyway. But I guess I'm glad you've got one of those checked off."
Weiss gave her a small smile and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He suddenly felt his emotions take over him, his lip quivering, "I don't wanna die, Cam.. I want to be able to have a family, and grow old.. I'm so scared."
Camille was smiling at him until he spoke, wrapping her arms around him in return. "It's okay to be scared.. But you're going to survive this, Weiss, I know it. You're going to have everything you want."
Weiss held her tight and buried his face in her hair, "You don't know that, Cam.. You're not a doctor, you can't guarantee my life."
Camille bit her lip and shook her head. "And they can't ensure that you won't make it. Doctors are wrong all the time. Miracles happen."
Weiss moved his hand to her hip, holding her tight, "I really need a miracle," he whispered.
Camille pressed her lips to his shoulder. "You'll get it, I just know it." She kissed his cheek softly and placed a hand on his cheek. "If anyone deserves a miracle, it's you."
Weiss rested his forehead against hers and let out a soft yawn, "I've already had one miracle today.."
Camille blushed and stroked his cheek softly. "Weiss, you're so sappy.."
Weiss smiled at the girl and nodded before pecking her lips quickly, "Yeah, I know.. Sorry."
Camille shook her head, nuzzling lightly into his chest. "No, it's cute. I liked it."
Weiss pulled the blanket up over the two of them and kissed her forehead, holding her tight. "I'm glad you did."
Camille left kisses along his chest, her eyes flicking up to his. "What happens now, Weiss?"
Weiss shrigged and looked down at her, "Now we sleep..?"
Camille laughed and shook her head, burying her face in his chest. "I meant with us, silly. Is this just going to be a thing we do now?"
Weiss shrugged at her question, "I mean, I enjoyed it and I'd like to do it again sometime," he said and looked down at her, "What about you? Is that what you want?"
Camille wasn't sure exactly the extent of his feelings, but she didn't want to push him on them. "Yeah, I really would. It was...amazing."
Weiss have the girl a cocky smile before wiggling his brows, "Yeah, I've heard that plenty of times before," he said with a soft laugh.
Camille rolled her eyes playfully and ruffled his hair. "Alright, Mister Big Shot. That only means you have to live up to that each time now."
Weiss nodded at her, "Cammy, I was going easy on you.. I can do much better than that," he said and wiggled his brows.
Camille looked at him seductively through her lashes. "Then I'll be expecting much more in the future," she whispered against his lips.
Weiss smirked at her and kissed her gently, "I'll only give you more if you wear that nurses outfit," he laughed.
Camille gave him a challenging look. "You seemed pretty willing tonight without the outfit."
Weiss shrugged, "Yeah, I guess I was in a giving mood tonight," he said and nuzzled into her neck.
Camille giggled and kissed his temple. "Or someone was just horny and wanted to get me into bed tonight."
Weiss nodded and kissed her neck softly, "That sounds about right."
Camille laughed loudly and nuzzled into him closely. "Knew it.
Weiss ran his hand through the girls hair softly and have her a quick kiss, "You're so smart," he whispered through a yawn.
Camille kissed him back, then placed a quick peck on the tip of his nose. "We should get some sleep."
Weiss nodded and pulled the girl close, "Mhmm," he hummed and nuzzled into her neck, "Goodnight, Cammy.."
Camille closed her eyes and took comfort in the warmth of his body against hers. "Goodnight, Weiss.."
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