October 15th, 1970
We were already
backstage at the venue in Edinburgh, for the first of eleven shows in
Scotland, when I realized that both Dale and Willie wouldn’t speak to
me. I had assumed that someone in the band would be irked by what had
happened, and though Willie’s silence didn’t matter much to me, it was
Dale’s attitude I found bothersome.
Before the band were due to get on stage, I pulled Cameron to the corner of the room.
“Is there a reason they won’t speak to me?”
“I don’t think they’d speak to me either if they had the choice,” Cameron noted. “I’ve cost them a night’s pay. And a lay as well, most likely.”
“They’re ignoring me because they didn’t get laid?” I asked incredulously.
“Don’t fret over it.” Cameron kissed me and gave me a reassuring smile. “They don’t know.”
“And I won’t tell them.”
“Neither will I,” he assured me with another swift kiss. “Time to start the show.”
I didn’t want to admit it, but I was frightened by the thought of being side-stage and being caught up in the crowd again. I sat backstage and tried to draw in a sketchbook, but by the time the band came into the dressing room I had nothing more than swirls and shapes on the page.
“How was the crowd?” I asked Cameron when he approached me.
“You’d know,” Willie sneered as he passed us.
It was a lucky thing that Cameron had his hand on my arm. Without his touch restraining me, I’m sure I would have slapped the grin off Willie’s face. He must have felt my anger and remembered the last time I’d been like that, because he avoided my gaze and poured himself a drink.
I frowned and turned towards Cameron, who put his hands on my face before I could say a word. He pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss; his tongue prodding my lips open. By the time he let me go, a wide smile on his face, my head was spinning.
I didn’t know where that kiss had come from, but I hoped he’d visit often. Before my cheeks returned to their normal colour, Cameron had already walked up to Lee and was chatting with him.
Within an hour we had all trickled into the bus and headed to the hotel, a luxury we were awarded as tomorrow’s venue was less than a two hour drive from Edinburgh. We all checked in and split up to our separate rooms; Cameron immediately took a shower as soon as he’d put our bags down.
I stripped down and only put on a nightshirt before brushing my hair and getting into bed. In the light of the lamp on the dresser, I looked over the doodles I’d drawn during the show and tried to decipher them. Mostly shapes and lines that were shaded to various degrees, they screamed my emotions to those who could see them.
“Drawing?” Cameron asked. I hadn’t heard him come out of the bathroom, but was pleased to see the towel-clad man.
“Just looking over stuff,” I sighed. I closed the book and tossed it onto the dresser. “Cameron?”
“Yes?” He dropped the towel and crawled into bed beside me.
“What was that kiss all about?”
“I knew you’d ask,” he chuckled. “You were bothered by the way they were acting, not speaking to you, so I made it clear for them.” He took my hand in his and kissed my palm. “You’re mine, and here to stay.”
A smile spread across my face as he spoke.
“I wouldn’t want you without me, Emily. But if you’re not comfortable,” he murmured, “I’m sure Lily would enjoy your company.”
I sighed. “No, it’s okay.”
Cameron turned off the lamp and we settled into the bed. “You’re sure?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I think it would be too hard to be around her right now. If she knew… I think it’d break her heart.”
“Things like this hurt everyone they touch,” Cameron whispered.
“Yes. They really do.”
Instead of continuing the conversation, we opted to get more comfortable to sleep. Cameron lay on his back and I moved onto my side, laying close to him after removing my nightshirt. I put my hand on his chest and softly ran my fingers along his skin.
“Your skin is so soft,” I murmured.
“Even with the hair?” Cameron chuckled.
“It’s manly,” I answered sweetly. “I love your skin.”
He let out a low hum as I kissed his shoulder and moved my hand to his stomach. I felt goosebumps under my fingertips and grinned, even though he couldn't see my face.
I began to play with his hair, gently tugging and twirling with my fingers. I could hear Cameron's steady breathing and put my leg over his.
"Oh?"
I giggled in response. My fingers moved lower and he let out a small chuckle.
"You're teasing me."
"Teasing implies I won't let anything happen," I quipped. It was a good thing my birth control had been adjusted.
Cameron shifted his hips and sighed. "You're sure, Emily? As much as I want you-"
"I can tell," I interrupted, my hand still moving slowly.
"I don't… Are you not still sore?" His voice was quiet, and I could hear the concern behind the desire.
I moved, bringing my lips to his chest. "No. Not enough to stop," I mumbled against his skin.
"I'll be gentle," he assured me. Cameron turned to face me in bed and brought me against him.
"Then I'll be fine."
His lips met mine in the dark. He kissed me ferociously while his hands moved along my sides. He brought my leg upwards, hooking it on his hip.
I could feel his wanting, both through his body and in the emotions I could feel coming off of him.
"I've missed you," he moaned quietly. His lips were trailing on my neck and in one swift move he was hovering over me, his body on mine.
It was my turn to moan when he brought his mouth to my chest. My nipples hardened, much to his amusement, and after a moment his hands were on my hips.
As he lowered himself, the blankets dragged off of me. In comparison to the warmth of the blankets, the room's cold air made me shiver. I sighed when his lips met me, soft and sweet, tender and loving.
He guided my legs to rest on his shoulders as he lay on his stomach, kissing and caressing me. I whimpered his name in a sigh and gently touched his hair.
"What?" I sputtered. Cameron had spoken, but I'd only heard muffled words.
"You taste like a fresh peach," he repeated in a sultry tone.
"You haven't even gotten to my peach yet," I laughed.
"It's on the bill," he answered. His mouth returned to me and very soon, I was squirming.
Once I started to beg, he dragged his lips away from my wetness and up to my navel. Once he reached my neck, I put my hands on his hips and pulled him closer to me.
His fingers brushed against me and I gasped, just having enough time to regain my breath before he asked if I was ready.
"More than ready," I whispered.
He adjusted his hips, slowly teasing me before giving in. We both moaned, our eyes locked on each other. Cameron's hands ran the length of my sides as he thrusted slowly. I closed my eyes and arched my back slightly, giving myself over to him.
After all, he’d already given himself to me.
Before the band were due to get on stage, I pulled Cameron to the corner of the room.
“Is there a reason they won’t speak to me?”
“I don’t think they’d speak to me either if they had the choice,” Cameron noted. “I’ve cost them a night’s pay. And a lay as well, most likely.”
“They’re ignoring me because they didn’t get laid?” I asked incredulously.
“Don’t fret over it.” Cameron kissed me and gave me a reassuring smile. “They don’t know.”
“And I won’t tell them.”
“Neither will I,” he assured me with another swift kiss. “Time to start the show.”
I didn’t want to admit it, but I was frightened by the thought of being side-stage and being caught up in the crowd again. I sat backstage and tried to draw in a sketchbook, but by the time the band came into the dressing room I had nothing more than swirls and shapes on the page.
“How was the crowd?” I asked Cameron when he approached me.
“You’d know,” Willie sneered as he passed us.
It was a lucky thing that Cameron had his hand on my arm. Without his touch restraining me, I’m sure I would have slapped the grin off Willie’s face. He must have felt my anger and remembered the last time I’d been like that, because he avoided my gaze and poured himself a drink.
I frowned and turned towards Cameron, who put his hands on my face before I could say a word. He pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss; his tongue prodding my lips open. By the time he let me go, a wide smile on his face, my head was spinning.
I didn’t know where that kiss had come from, but I hoped he’d visit often. Before my cheeks returned to their normal colour, Cameron had already walked up to Lee and was chatting with him.
Within an hour we had all trickled into the bus and headed to the hotel, a luxury we were awarded as tomorrow’s venue was less than a two hour drive from Edinburgh. We all checked in and split up to our separate rooms; Cameron immediately took a shower as soon as he’d put our bags down.
I stripped down and only put on a nightshirt before brushing my hair and getting into bed. In the light of the lamp on the dresser, I looked over the doodles I’d drawn during the show and tried to decipher them. Mostly shapes and lines that were shaded to various degrees, they screamed my emotions to those who could see them.
“Drawing?” Cameron asked. I hadn’t heard him come out of the bathroom, but was pleased to see the towel-clad man.
“Just looking over stuff,” I sighed. I closed the book and tossed it onto the dresser. “Cameron?”
“Yes?” He dropped the towel and crawled into bed beside me.
“What was that kiss all about?”
“I knew you’d ask,” he chuckled. “You were bothered by the way they were acting, not speaking to you, so I made it clear for them.” He took my hand in his and kissed my palm. “You’re mine, and here to stay.”
A smile spread across my face as he spoke.
“I wouldn’t want you without me, Emily. But if you’re not comfortable,” he murmured, “I’m sure Lily would enjoy your company.”
I sighed. “No, it’s okay.”
Cameron turned off the lamp and we settled into the bed. “You’re sure?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I replied. “I think it would be too hard to be around her right now. If she knew… I think it’d break her heart.”
“Things like this hurt everyone they touch,” Cameron whispered.
“Yes. They really do.”
Instead of continuing the conversation, we opted to get more comfortable to sleep. Cameron lay on his back and I moved onto my side, laying close to him after removing my nightshirt. I put my hand on his chest and softly ran my fingers along his skin.
“Your skin is so soft,” I murmured.
“Even with the hair?” Cameron chuckled.
“It’s manly,” I answered sweetly. “I love your skin.”
He let out a low hum as I kissed his shoulder and moved my hand to his stomach. I felt goosebumps under my fingertips and grinned, even though he couldn't see my face.
I began to play with his hair, gently tugging and twirling with my fingers. I could hear Cameron's steady breathing and put my leg over his.
"Oh?"
I giggled in response. My fingers moved lower and he let out a small chuckle.
"You're teasing me."
"Teasing implies I won't let anything happen," I quipped. It was a good thing my birth control had been adjusted.
Cameron shifted his hips and sighed. "You're sure, Emily? As much as I want you-"
"I can tell," I interrupted, my hand still moving slowly.
"I don't… Are you not still sore?" His voice was quiet, and I could hear the concern behind the desire.
I moved, bringing my lips to his chest. "No. Not enough to stop," I mumbled against his skin.
"I'll be gentle," he assured me. Cameron turned to face me in bed and brought me against him.
"Then I'll be fine."
His lips met mine in the dark. He kissed me ferociously while his hands moved along my sides. He brought my leg upwards, hooking it on his hip.
I could feel his wanting, both through his body and in the emotions I could feel coming off of him.
"I've missed you," he moaned quietly. His lips were trailing on my neck and in one swift move he was hovering over me, his body on mine.
It was my turn to moan when he brought his mouth to my chest. My nipples hardened, much to his amusement, and after a moment his hands were on my hips.
As he lowered himself, the blankets dragged off of me. In comparison to the warmth of the blankets, the room's cold air made me shiver. I sighed when his lips met me, soft and sweet, tender and loving.
He guided my legs to rest on his shoulders as he lay on his stomach, kissing and caressing me. I whimpered his name in a sigh and gently touched his hair.
"What?" I sputtered. Cameron had spoken, but I'd only heard muffled words.
"You taste like a fresh peach," he repeated in a sultry tone.
"You haven't even gotten to my peach yet," I laughed.
"It's on the bill," he answered. His mouth returned to me and very soon, I was squirming.
Once I started to beg, he dragged his lips away from my wetness and up to my navel. Once he reached my neck, I put my hands on his hips and pulled him closer to me.
His fingers brushed against me and I gasped, just having enough time to regain my breath before he asked if I was ready.
"More than ready," I whispered.
He adjusted his hips, slowly teasing me before giving in. We both moaned, our eyes locked on each other. Cameron's hands ran the length of my sides as he thrusted slowly. I closed my eyes and arched my back slightly, giving myself over to him.
After all, he’d already given himself to me.
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