Cammie & Kevin | Friday morning

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Cammie stops by to say hi and ends up volunteering as a model.

He was holed up in his room working on normal art homework instead of burying himself in the metal shop off the garage or the blacksmithing shop at school. Kevin couldn't actually remember why he'd signed up for a drawing class, but the lack of roommate meant he could use the other bedroom in his suite as a studio which was pretty much full of win no matter how you looked at it.

From behind him a happy gasp could be heard, “Oh, HERE you are, Lover Boy,” Cammie’s voice was bright. Almost too bright, “What’cha up to? Your door was open, so I figured you weren’t getting busy.

"Ah exist, therefore Ah'm not 'gettin' busy,'" he returned without looking around. "Ah'm doin' homework, actually. Unless you wanna strip down to nothin' and pose for me. Teacher might like me provin' Ah can do figure study even though Ah spend all my time with industrial art." Kevin glanced at Cammie over his shoulder, a smirk on his face.

Cammie grinned back, “Well, I don’t see why I couldn’t. I mean, I don’t have anything to do and I like being naked.”

He had totally walked into that one, hadn't he? Yeah, yeah he had. Kevin had a bad habit of forgetting Cammie would take him up on that. He pointed to the empty bed he'd shoved off against the wall since no one was living in this room right now. "Alright, then strip." That, he was pretty sure, she wouldn't expect. He flipped the sheet on his large sketch pad to a new one to punctuate the point.

“Alright then,” Cammie said and stripped down everything but the bandages. Those were like a second skin to her. The normally tan fabric of this one had started to turn a tinted green. It was about time to replace it. She also had two new scars since coming to the mansion. One on her chest from the bottle, one on her right side from the knife that brought her here. Those didn’t bother her at all. All things considered too, Cammie didn’t sport much of a tan line, her skin a bit darker naturally. All those work outs with Logan also had her building muscle; she was in a lot better shape than she had been before she got here too.

She jumped on the bed and smiled, “After this you’ll be joining me, right?” her look was pure evil.

"Yeah, you wish, evil minion." He shook his head at her, then abandoned his stool so he could position her better. "We'll see if you can even survive posing. Ah need to move you, though." He was going to make the pose easy for her, Kevin just didn't think she could manage to lay still for that long. He started to gently arrange her on the bed, moving her arms or asking her to shift here or there so she was lounging on the bed with a hand on her hip and her head pillows on her other arm.

“Titanic made this seem so much easier,” Cammie returned with a laugh. “But if Celine Dion starts playing I will have to hurt someone. So, ever draw a girl naked before?”

He managed to not make a drapes and curtains crack, mostly because she was completely lacking one of them. Wow, that was something he was hoping he could forget after this. Not the mental image Kevin needed to carry with him. He'd probably draw her some pubic hair just for the modesty of the art. "No, actually. All my art classes in school were high school in Atlanta. Not really big on the nude models for fifteen year olds, y'know? Cloth is harder to draw than the body though." He didn't mention that he had lots of practice drawing a mostly naked, sleeping Jay. She didn't need to know that.

“Yeah, I suppose that doesn’t go over well anywhere with kids. I do remember a bunch of guys taking art classes at my school due to the rumor of nude models. They were all pretty miffed to find out that wasn’t the case,” she said with a grin. “And here I am… all spread out on your bed. Pretty hot, huh?”

"My own personal wet dream," he told her, voice caught between being flatly sarcastic and teasing. He wasn't sure how that happened but Kevin went back to his drawing easel and changed its angle so he could see her and the sketchpad. "You can be my Venus."

“I don’t think Venus would go around punching people,” Cammie said sagely, “Unless it’s punching them with love. I can do that. But only for you.”

"Yeah, Ah think Ah'm okay with you not punching people with love for me. Especially since Ah dunno how you'd punch someone with love. Like, do you form love into a snowball that hardens and then you wear it like brass knuckles?" This was going nowhere coherent, Kevin could tell. Draw the pretty naked girl and stop thinking about the logistics of punching people with emotions.

“Who knows? I don’t care as long as punching is involved,” Cammie said with a laugh, “It’s my second favorite activity to do with my hands.”

"What's the first?" After the words were out of his mouth Kevin was pretty sure he was going to regret them.

“Play time,” she said with an evil smirk, “I mean, a girl like me has to let loose once and while. It’s not like I have boys lined up down the street.”

Naked girl is talking about masturbating. Kevin hid behind his sketchpad because he was pretty damn sure he was blushing at least a little. "Like you'd want any of them if they did line up. No offense, Cammie, but you don't exactly scream 'wanting a boyfriend,' y'know?"

“Who said anything about a boyfriend?” Cammie asked, “What am I going to do with a relationship? Watch him get sick and die?”

"My point was more that people 'round here seem to be more the relationship than the fuck buddy sort. And since that's who you're surrounded by and all." Kevin shrugged.

“Oh, I have one of those,” Cammie said nonchalantly.

Kevin said nothing, just peered around the easel at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Hey, if you really want to know I’m not above kissing and telling,” Cammie offered.

He shook his head. "Ah might end up scarred for life."

“Well, you know, if you would just give in we could be together and I could banish all these other guys from my closet. I’m sure they’ll be happy to get fresh air again,” she said, smirking.

"Uh, huh. 'Cause you totally drop your fuck buddy for me if Ah give in, right?" He didn't sound convinced, not even on a joking level.

“Of course. You know, unless you wanted to share…”

"Ah don't share well," was all Kevin would say as his pen moved over paper, marking out Cammie's shape.

“Then I’d drop it all for you. Soulmates and all that junk. Not even turpentine will wash me away,” Cammie returned.

"Ah'll keep that in mind. For when Ah'm after my one and only fuck buddy." Even joking that made him want to recoil a little. It was the term, likely, more than the sentiment he had an issue with. Then again, what virgin male was that against continuous, attachmentless sex?

“Awesome. I will so be there, and I even promise I won’t traumatize you too much.”