castel moreno ( witch ) . (blacksoul) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-05-13 19:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | #flashback, camilla, castel |
i want your drama, the touch of your hand.
Who: Camilla and Castel.
Where: A fraternity party.
When: 2002. The fall of Cas’ junior year.
What: Party time.
College was something she was enjoying. She was learning a lot and she loved how her portfolio was coming along. But college meant that she and her boyfriend had less time to be together. He was always studying and she was in the studio or busy sewing something until god only knows what hour in the morning. To someone who was demanding and controlling, not being able to count on her relationship with Cas was bothersome to say the least. Still, she did love him and that was different for her. Any other time, outside her family, when the word love was mentioned, it would make her skin crawl but he was different.
She was getting ready for a party, excited by the fact that they were going to have the whole night together, with nothing else to do but enjoy each other. No school work. No tests coming up. No designs that needed tweaking the last minute. It was going to be a good night. When he texted her that he was running a little late, she sighed but went over to his apartment. It was frustrating but she knew that they were still going out. The witch needed to spend time with her boyfriend. So she was going to bury her frustration and just enjoy herself.
Camilla arrived at his apartment and tucked her clutch under her arm as the doorman opened the door for her. She barley paid him any attention, heading straight for the elevator and his floor. As usual, she fluffed her hair in the mirror and wanted to make sure she looked perfect. Sighing again, she exited and knocked on his door, hand on her hip as she waited for him to open up.
Castel was running late for the simple fact that he was something of a perfectionist, and when he didn’t think something about his appearance was just right then he had to correct it before he set foot outside his door in any way. It was a little backwards, perhaps, the sort of trait most people associated with women, but there was nothing wrong with caring about how you looked, at least not in his eyes. There were so many people out there who just threw things together and called themselves quirky or unique or, god forbid, hipsters, but Castel had another word for them: idiots, plain and simple.
No, he prided himself on always looking his best, and it just so happened that when he heard that knock on his door he had finally reached a point he was happy with. The shirt and the pants he had picked out complimented one another satisfactorily and his shoes were tasteful and just plain enough not to stand out too terribly at the party they were due to attend. He gave himself another once-over in the full-length mirror (another misconception; men were just as likely to own such things as women were) before he left his bedroom and crossed the lounge to answer the door.
He smiled at Camilla, his eyes travelling down and down, all the way to her feet and then all the way back up, saying as his gaze met hers, “You look stunning, as always.” Right down to her jewellery, she was so well put together than he didn’t doubt they would turn more than a few heads when they arrived at their destination. Marvellous.
The way his accent caressed the words never ceased to get to her. He was one of the few people who’d gotten under her skin in a good way. She smirked and stepped closer. “I guess seeing you is worth having to meet you here,” she teased, eyed skimming his form. She had a really hot boyfriend. Leaning in, she kissed his cheek, keeping herself close to him. Camilla looked up at him under full lashes. “You always look so good.” Another woman would have suggested they just stay in but she wanted to show him off, and, admittedly, be shown off. “Ready?”
“Hm,” he murmured, smile still in place, “I have a hard time believing you don’t enjoy coming here.” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, as was so often the case when he was with Camilla. “Let me just grab my jacket, and we can be on our way.” There was a part of him that wanted to say to hell with the party, there would be others, but people were expecting him, and it would be a shame to disappoint them, especially given just who he would have on his arm and how she looked this particular evening. Any evening, really.
She rolled her eyes, though the smirk was still on her face as she leaned against the door. “Alright.” Camilla watching him, biting the inside of her lip. “So what party are we going to again?” she asked, mostly because she liked listening to him. It was some fraternity or something. She didn’t much care. Most of them would be drunk and hitting on freshman. She knew who she was going home with. That was the important part to her. Though she was looking forward to judging the drunk freshmen. They were so damn cute.
“Delta Sigma Phi,” Castel told his girlfriend with an audible sigh, shaking his dark hair back from his face as he took his jacket from where it had been hanging, dusting off one lapel with the back of his hand before swinging it around to slip his arms through the sleeves. “So don’t be surprised if one of the Brothers comes up to you and starts preaching about ‘making a better world’.” Rolling his dark eyes, he smiled then and stepped closer to her. “Feel free to practise a few mild curses on them, if you like.”
“Sounds like a fun evening,” she said, tugging him to her by the edges of his jacket. “Then we can come back here...” Camilla leaned up and brushed her lips over his. “I’ve missed you,” she murmured softly, as if the walls of his apartment would some how call her out on her tiny moment of weakness. Other than Dominic, he was the only one who got these little moments of hers, the ones were she was honest.
There was a low roll of sound in the base of his throat, a rumble of approval as she pulled him to her like that, his eyes half-closing in satisfaction at the feel of her lips on his. “Have you?” he asked in little more than a whisper. “How much?” It was a game he liked to play, one that was only ever short-lived before he returned such sentiments and reminded her he genuinely did care.
She gave him a look that was followed by a pout. “Enough that we could skip the party...” Biting her lip, she slid her fingers over his jaw. “But I missed spending time with you, Cas,” she said softly. “I miss just being around you. Feels like I’m missing something.” A little sappy, yes, but honest. “You miss me too?”
The game to an end then, and the mischievous light faded from his eyes to be replaced by something else entirely. Anyone who saw Castel and Camilla together and had any skill when it came to reading people could see that he cared about her; he often found it difficult to keep his hands off her, and he was rarely fond of her spending time with other men, but he also seemed to respect her enough to give her space to do that if she chose. “Always,” he returned, before bowing to close what little distance was left between then so he could kiss her properly. If they didn’t leave soon, they might never make it to that party.
Her arms went around his neck as he kissed her and she was once again reminded why he was different. For all their games, for as much attitude and sass as she gave him, he gave it back. He balanced her out better than anyone else aside from her twin. She was crazy about him and she knew the feeling was mutual. When Camilla pulled back, she grinned up at him. “We should go if we’re going to torture freshmen,” she murmured, knowing that though she was technically one herself, she was way above them. “Or I might be tempted to forget all about that Gamma Delta whatever they are...”
Castel didn’t have an easy time pulling back himself, and if Camilla hadn’t done so it was likely he wouldn’t have relented at all. A shame, really. It would have been a much better use of their time, even if it meant they didn’t leave the apartment. “And wouldn’t that be tragic?” he said with an audible hint of sarcasm, smirking once again, before sighing anew. “I suppose we should at least put in an appearance.” With that, and a great deal of reluctance, he disengaged entirely and moved to the door, holding it open for her so they could get on their way.
She smiled and cupped his cheek for a moment before shaking her head. Camilla stepped outside the door, waiting for him to lock up before slipping her hand into the crook of his elbow. Time to rock this. By the time they arrived at the party, she was ready to enjoy their time out before enjoying their time in. The place was in full swing. And over half of them were drunk. Charming.
For a few moments, once they arrived, Castel stood just inside the doorway with Camilla on his arm, taking in the scene, one eyebrow slightly raised in an expression that was a mix of vague curiosity and mild derision. Fraternities, despite what they fed you when they were trying to get you to pledge, were all the same. Still, a good number of people in Castel’s social circle were brothers in one fraternity or another, so he was invited to at least one of these parties a week. He didn’t always attend, but at least once a month he made an appearance. If nothing else, there was always something you could learn at these gatherings, whether it be a piece of information that was genuinely useful -- rare indeed -- or potential blackmail material. “I think I might need a drink,” he said. “How about you?”
“God, yes,” she said. Leaning in, she kissed his cheek. “I’ll go find us something to play with.” Smiling, she slipped away into one of the rooms, thankfully avoiding someone attempting a keg stand. Miraculously, she didn’t make a face but merely moved further into the room, watching the crowd. Should be fun. There was a guy leering at her she knew she could hex rather well. He’d likely want to forget this party ever happened. Thank god for Facebook.
Castel watched her go, his bottom lip briefly caught between his teeth. Something to play with. Oh, the things he could have done with that sentence if he’d thought to. Chuckling to himself, he surveyed the foyer of the fraternity house once again, watching for possibilities. One of the brothers lifted a hand in greeting, to which Castel dipped his chin in acknowledgement, before he was moving on, figuratively and literally, at least pretending to ignore the feel of eyes on him as he strode into the room to the other side of the entrance-way, in a sort of mirror of Camilla’s departure. Parties were useful for practising, if nothing else. Most of the attendees were usually too drunk to realise anything magical was at work; if they told the stories later, it was all put down to alcohol and chance.
Drunky started to move towards her and she averted her gaze, suddenly becoming very interested in the girl next to her and the horrible outfit she was wearing. Of course, she told her it was fabulous and the two started talking fashion. The girl needed a lot of help and if she were a nice person, she would help her with that. Or at least offer. But Camilla was far from nice. She was lucky she was keeping her dinner down at this point. Still, there was a tap on her shoulder and she glanced back, hoping to find Cas. Sadly, it was drunky.
“Hey, beautiful.”
There wasn’t much happening in the room Castel had chosen to investigate, and so it wasn’t long before he wandered in the direction Camilla had gone when she’d separated from his side. From the doorway he could spot her easily, that full head of hair and the black outfit she had chosen to wear, he didn’t doubt because she knew of his fondness for the colour. With dark eyes that were hard like stone he watched the drunk tap her on the shoulder.
For now he would watch. Camilla could handle herself. Castel wouldn’t hesitate to step in and warn the idiot away if it seemed like things were taking a turn for the worse but he believed in letting strong women assert themselves. Camilla was most definitely a strong woman.
“Hey there,” she murmured, looking at him, the girl beside her forgotten. Maybe she’d play with her later. Right now, this drunk guy was better. He definitely had potential. She was amused.
“Can I get you a drink?”
She shook her head and tugged him off to the side. “No, I’m good. Thanks.” Camilla tilted her head flirtatiously, running her fingers through her hair. “What’s your name?”
“Will.”
Perfect. Her eyes looked around the room and she saw Cas watching her. She loved it when he watched. Drunk Will was leaning closer to her, his hand moving towards her waist. Gross. The blonde let him touch her and pull her close, allowing her to better watch her boyfriend as she murmured a spell, one that intensified his hangover. Stepping to the side, she avoided his projectile vomit and winked at Castel. It would have been bad if it had gotten on her shoes.
There was nothing to stop Castel from smiling as he watched his girlfriend work her hex against the drunk who was trying to paw all over her. A light and melodic chuckle tripped off his tongue and his dark eyes met hers from across the room, more than a touch of pride in his gaze.
Ignoring a girl who had just worked up the courage to come over and try to talk to him, Castel stepped into the room properly and crossed the space in order to reunite with Camilla. “Nicely done,” he said to her with a satisfied smile. The drunk was just starting to pick himself up and stagger away, while others around him groaned and jeered at the mess he had made on the carpet and against one of the potted plants. “A little messy, perhaps, but nothing he didn’t bring on himself.”
She sidestepped the mess on the floor and moved closer to her boyfriend. Seeing that look of pride in his eyes made her smile up at him. “That’s true. He would have wrinkled this new dress,” she said, frowning with a hint of pout as she brushed off invisible ick from the drunkard who had wandered off. Camilla would have never let that actually happen. Her hand found its way to his waist and she kept herself close to him. “Thought you were grabbing us drinks?” she said, noting him empty hands.
Glancing over her shoulder, she saw that the girl she’d been talking to early was still near enough to point her out. “I think we should play with her. She’s precious.” Which, in Camilla terms, meant she made the witch want to vomit herself. When they were too sweet, it gave her a cavity. She needed to get that girl taken care of this evening. Her eyes returned to Castel and she smiled. “But, of course, we could dance a little first....”
“Hmm, I was, wasn’t I?” Briefly he glanced down at his empty hands as well. “I suppose I just got distracted, what with the entertainment you were providing.” His smile was amused, mischievous and a touch dark; it was in their blood, how they took satisfaction in things such as this, even if some witches of their inclination chose to deny it. Fools.
He followed Camilla’s gaze to the girl in question and that same smile came back to the fore. “A wonderful idea,” he said, his eyes coming back to hers, “on both fronts.” Castel would never complain about being close to his girlfriend, after all.
She smirked up at him. “Am I too distracting for you?” she murmured, biting the corner of her lip. Camilla did enjoy that look in his eyes. Her hand rested on his chest, playing with his shirt. “Because I could go distract someone else. There are plenty of people here...” Her eyes flicked down for a moment, enjoying the little games. It was all foreplay. “Is that what you want?” Blue eyes looked up to search his darker ones, feigning a hint of hurt with that innocence.
The girl would make an excellent plaything for the evening but that was no longer her concern. The opportunity to be pressed against Castel was too great for her to pass up. School kept her busier than she’d like and this was a much needed activity, as would be toying with the girl and whatever they got up to after they left the party.
“Distracting? Hmm, yes,” he murmured, his voice more heavily accented than normal, “but not in a bad way.” His hands had settled on her hips almost possessively, and even if she hadn’t suggested dancing he would have pulled his girlfriend closer to him in that moment. The air seemed to heat, almost charge with electricity, when they were close to one another, and he enjoyed that feeling very much, more than he could express in words. There was nothing quite like it, he had learned.
“If you’re trying to make me jealous,” he went on, bowing his head so his lips were beside her ear, his voice quiet and just for her, “it’s working.” He did pull her close then, all but flush against him, his nose briefly burying in her hair and his lips brushing the side of her neck. “You know what I’m like when I get jealous...”
Her hands settled on his chest when he put his on her hips. “Are you sure?” she murmured, still looking up at him. When his voice got that low, that accented, she knew she was doing a good job of teasing him. Camilla could feel it between them, the connection, the attraction. It was something she could almost see and she loved the energy of it. It was one of the things that made the time they spent apart worth it.
His lips brushed her ear and she couldn’t help her shudder against him. “Why would I want to make you jealous?” she whispered as if they were the only two in the room. His mouth touched her neck and she bit back a moan. He knew what that would do to her. Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck, enjoying the close feeling a lot. It felt incredibly electric. “What would you do if I was trying to make you jealous?”
Castel was easy enough to read if you knew the signs, his little tells, but he made a point of mixing them and confusing those who fit into that category. Camilla was one of the few who most certainly did. Not only had she known Castel for many years now, she had been more intimate with him than anyone else, so it was no wonder she could understand him better than anyone else, including his family. That was how he liked it. He enjoyed the mystery he exuded to most, how only those with those secrets to his true self could understand all the little signs and quirks.
“I doubt we would be invited to any more parties,” he said, his voice a low rumble, heavily accented now. There was a part of him that was picturing such a scenario, just how much damage he would do to the offending party, which, of course, would be whoever Camilla decided to use in order to make him jealous. Castel wouldn’t do anything to Camilla herself, except perhaps unintentionally entertain her with his actions.
Camilla shifted, his words making her lips part in a silent expression of pleasure. “Would that really be so bad?” she murmured, tilting her head up to bring her lips closer to his ear. “There are so many other things to play with in this city...” They both knew how they liked to enjoy their time out. Drunk people were the best to play with for obvious reasons but there were the ones who were curious when bad things happened, the ones who she would see trying to work it out in their brains. They were so damn cute, like the little animals she sacrificed for her spell work.
Her fingers moved to curl in the hair at the nape of his neck, pressing her body against his. They were supposed to be dancing but they were standing perfectly still in the middle of the room. No doubt there were people watching them, curious about the beautiful pair in their own world. Camilla couldn’t care less. The witch was far more concerned with her boyfriend and just how little time they’d had together recently. “I know we were going to dance, my love,” she breathed, “but perhaps we could have a private dance somewhere? Just for a little while?” Her voice was a near whine, yearning for a little time alone with him but she knew he wouldn’t fault her for that. “Then we can make them all jealous and enjoy our toy for the evening.” Sounded like a good plan to her.
“I have a reputation to uphold, my dear,” he practically rumbled in her ear in return, his voice a deep and throaty purr. True, he cared very little what these empty-headed idiots thought of him in reality, honestly he would like nothing more than to destroy each and every one of them, but he didn’t have the luxury of such free action. Whether or not he liked it, Castel did have a reputation to uphold, if not for himself then for his family. A shame, really. He didn’t doubt he could make one hell of an impression; these morons would never forget him.
So long as no one bumped into either of them, Castel was perfectly content simply taking up space in the middle of what was, for this evening at least, allocated as the dance floor. A low noise like another one of those throaty purrs sounded in the base of his throat, and then he chuckled. “I think I like the sound of that,” he said, bringing his head up enough so that he could catch her eyes, so pale where his were so dark. “Very well.” Castel smiled, conceding to the idea. “Lead the way.”
Reputations were important, as she was well aware. That didn’t mean she wasn’t tempted to say fuck it and take him home to his place. But then that would also deny them the fun of toying with people. They needed to be reminded that they were lesser than the pair currently on the dance floor. Camilla sighed softly, groaning a little at the way he was talking in her ear. That was so sexy.
When he made it again, she bit her lip, watching his eyes. She turned and laced her fingers with his and pulled him towards the stairs. After peeking in a few rooms and finding one that didn’t look horribly disgusting, she found one she could handle. This bedroom was mostly clean but that didn’t mean she was going to be using the bed. Camilla turned and pulled Cas’ mouth to hers as soon as the door was closed. The pions downstairs didn’t need to see this. This wasn’t a show for them.
Families like theirs believed a great deal in upholding their reputations, they both had money and influence, and Castel and Camilla understood the importance of playing their part, even in places such as this. Still, college was a chance for them to make names for themselves, to forge their own individual reputations, and Castel believed he had already done a fine job of that, even before his time at the school was up.
There were not many people Castel would follow instead of lead, but of course he would not spend his time with just any woman, either. Camilla was an exception to a good many rules, and he would gladly follow along behind her and spend his time with her. Very gladly. Immediately Castel returned the kiss, his hands lifting to cup her face on either side before stroking down her jaw and the slope of her neck. His hands knew the lines of her body very well by this point, but honestly any chance to refresh his memory was one that he would gladly take.
She slid her arms around his neck, making contented noises as he touched her. It felt amazing. The blonde was more than happy to push the world and its expectations aside to kiss her boyfriend. One hand slid into his hair and she groaned, tugging at his lower lip. Camilla loved him more than anything. He wasn’t just some guy. Castel, aside from being someone who came from money and power (both magical and otherwise), was a strong man, one who met her head on. She found that incredibly sexy.
“I’ve missed this,” she breathed before moving her mouth to his neck. The party on the other side of the door was forgotten as she touched him, felt him touch her. She wasn’t a sentimental person at all but for him, she had been willing to open her heart. It was worth not being able to see him as much.
If there was one thing Castel was secretly fond of, it was fingers pulling through his hair. Something about that, especially when it was Camilla herself, just affected him, and his breathing almost hitched before he gave a quiet moan. He had been with other girls, obviously, but none of them had been able to get to him the way Camilla had.
“Missed it?” he repeated, his voice low. “It hasn’t been that long, has it?” His hands had lowered from where they had been cupped to slide up her upper thighs, slowly, oh so slowly, teasing their way higher and higher, as though examining every centimetre as they went.
She smirked at the way he moaned. There was a certain satisfaction in getting him to moan. It gave her power, which she gave back to him when she moaned back. They always had been like that, neither one of them having more power over the other. Camilla liked that. He didn’t pretend like he owned her. He was different and she loved that about him.
Camilla let out a soft moan as he teased her. “Feels like forever,” she replied, voice soft. She nipped at his neck before shifting to kiss him again. “Please don’t tease,” she murmured against his mouth, fingers going to the buttons of his shirt.
Normally Castel would never allow someone else to have any kind of power over him, he liked to be in control and in command at all times, but this was different. This was exciting somehow, thrilling in a way he had never anticipated, and so he didn’t mind giving ground. Anyone else would be quickly knocked back and put in their place. Did she have any idea how many of his own rules he broke for her?
“Funny,” he rumbled back, his accent growing heavier, “I was about to say the same thing to you.” His fingers grazed higher and then slid underneath the hem of her dress, moving up towards her hips.
The number of rules broken for her were the same that she broke for him. He’d worked his way into her life and into her heart more so than anyone else ever had. Castel was special to her beyond his money and power and sex appeal. Her fingers worked his buttons, bearing his chest to her wandering fingers. Damn, her man was sexy.
“Touch me... where we both want you to touch me,” she breathed, breath hitching. She loved the sound of his accent in moments like these. It meant she was getting to him and she liked it. She went about pushing the shirt from her man’s shoulders.
Yes, she was getting to him. Touching him like that, parting his shirt and sliding it over his shoulders, whispering to him in that breathy voice that just begged for intimacy. Castel couldn’t deny the effect she had on him, the thundering heartbeat and the hammering pulse, the dryness in his mouth and throat, the heat that flooded his body. The need.
His hands slid completely under the dress and lifted it fully from her legs even as he closed what little distance was left between them to claim a deep and hungry kiss, that need driving him so forcefully that he felt as though he had lost all control. There would be no denying his own wants and needs, or Camilla’s, and even as he moved her back against the closest wall his fingers caught at her delicate underwear to make a start on giving her exactly what she wanted.