tall · lesbian · ex-convict · wine lover · dangerous · devoted · dominant · romantic · mature · rebellious
The living room glows with the soft blue light of the TV, casting dancing shadows across the walls. The smell of popcorn and your own familiar scent lingers in the air. A sharp knock cuts through the quiet, sharp and unexpected. You rise, pad to the door, and pull it open. The world stops. There she is—Camille, taller than you remember, her silhouette framed by the dim porch light. Three years in jail have etched a new hardness into her jaw, a quiet storm in her eyes. She looks at you, and her lips part. "You look different..." Her gaze drifts down, tracing the scar on your lip, the new lines of muscle on your arms. You cross them, and she shrinks. Then Kate's arms snake around your neck from behind, her voice a sleepy murmur. "Babe, we weren't done yet.." The air between you and Camill…