Eat Me
Here is the first Camilla writing!
I did not proofread it, so excuse me if it has mistakes.
And happy school season! Your dearest girl also already packed a 100% latin exam in her pocket:)) (Henry be proud of me!!!)
warnings: mainly fluff, a teeny tiny bit of smut, this fluff is also dripping with average greek class activities and homosexuality:)
summary: you and Camilla make sunday night dinner in your shared apartment and get distracted.
word count: 1k
Camilla’s point of view:
It was a warm Sunday night.
I was splayed across our couch in the apartment, reading a book. My lips instantly tilted upwards when I heard the door open, I knew who was coming.
Seconds later, she appeared in the doorway, looking like the gorgeous sweetheart she was, holding a brown bag that was filled to the brim. I instantly rushed to her help, which she thanked with a loud relieved sigh and it was music to my ears, even though I nearly snapped my arm in half because of the heavy bag.
I carried it to the kitchen and she followed after me. I put it down the counter and when I turned her way, she pushed me against the counter and gave me a heated kiss. I, with zero hesitation, kissed her back.
We pulled away breathlessly and she rested her forehead against mine.
“I missed you, Milly.” She whispered and it made me smile. My sweet girl.
“I missed you too.” I caressed her blushed cheeks. “Was your study session successful?” Whenever she needed to study or write properly, she went to the library. The reason for that is because she knew if she was studying at our shared apartment, I would be a big big distraction for her.
A month ago, she had to analyse and translate a few poems. The rain was pouring like crazy and she decided to study here at our place, but she made me promise to not be a distraction. I obviously couldn’t help myself, I crawled under the desk and tasted my darling. She gave in to me and let me pleasure her, after she had her blinding orgasm, she abandoned her papers and punished me for distracting her. She teased and edged me ‘till dawn until I was crying, begging for her to do something.
Given that it was a Sunday night, dinner for our class had to be made. We decided on spaghetti.
“I also bought a few things for the fridge, and some chocolate.” She smirked at me as we began packing the stuff away.
“Thank you, you know me too well, y/n.” I was on my period and my already sweet tooth became even sweeter.
We started on the sauce and the meatballs. We needed very few words to understand each other and we finished rather quickly. We just had for the water to boil.
For the time being, we went back to the living room and took my previous spot on the couch, except now I had my darling’s delicate body on mine. She reached for the book I was reading and read the cover, it was a collection of Sappho’s poems. “Ironic.”
“Sure is.” We just grinned at each other and suddenly connected our lips together.
“We have like 20 minutes until the pasta is proper, sooo… We could do a lot of fun stuff in 20 minutes.”
With that she straddled me and I sat up with my legs bent so we could be closer. She grabbed the back of my neck and I gripped on her hair.
It started out slow and sensual. As the minutes got by, the more heated we became in our making out session. I had to get more of her, I basically ripped her blouse off of her and I let out a moan when I saw her full tender breasts caged in a lacy bra. I caressed her soft skin.
She returned the favour and helped me take my sweater off, she was pleased to find that I had no bra underneath.
She pulled her skirt upwards and changed her position, so now our clothed centers were rubbing against each other. I kissed around her nipples and she kissed me again by gripping my hair and guiding my lips to hers. We pressed our chests tightly together while we grinded desperately with loud moans and pants.
In the heat of the moment, we didn’t even hear the door opening and the footsteps coming closer. We carried on undisturbed, until…
“Having fun without me?” A sly voice said.
We looked at each other heaving, smirking and we then turned towards the voice. She got off me and went to our guest, nearly naked, only her skirt covering her body.
“Bonsoir, François.” She said with her honey sweet voice in french, it always did something to me. She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the mouth.
I didn’t even bother to get up from the couch, I was laying there flushed and also bare chested. Francis came over to me and gave me a smooch too.
While y/n went to pour him a drink, he sat down on the couch and put my legs on his lap, caressing my calves. Me and y/n were partners, but we were very close to Francis too, we knew that our relationship will always remain unharmed by him. We made sure to include him in our activities from time to time when we both craved a man’s touch too.
“So this is how you make dinner, huh?” He winked at me and I gave him a playful kick. “Ouch!” He faked being hurt. “No need to abuse me for honesty, Milly!”
At the nickname he earned himself another kick. “Ca-mil-la is my name.”
“But y/n calls you Milly!” He cried.
“Y/n is special.” Just as I said that, she came into the room with a tray that had three big glasses of wine. She nuzzled herself on Francis’s lap while also being between my legs.
“Heard that, deary? I’m special!” She joked.
We talked and joked for a bit, slowly becoming more and more tipsy on the wine, waiting for our last guest for the night.
We even stayed in the same position when our mystery guest made his arrival. He froze in his steps at the sight of us, me and y/n nearly naked with Francis caressing us warmly. Henry then smirked and said before making himself comfortable on the armchair in front of us. “Doing it like the Greeks I see?”