elodie hunt (iaminfinite) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2018-08-30 08:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | #november 2017, cameron, cameron x elodie, elodie |
Who: Cam and Elodie
Where: Out and About
When: Thursday, November 9th , early evening
Warnings: Turns NSFW
Status: Complete
It had rained all week, and somehow that felt very fitting. There was something almost poetic about a funeral and a burial on a dark rainy day, Cam had often thought. The day his sister had been buried, it had also been rainy. One of the best days of his life, if he was to be completely honest.
Cam had seated himself at the very back of the church during the service, not wanting to draw attention to himself in any way. If anyone noticed him, hopefully they’d admire a teenage boy who’d take time out of his life to attend a teacher’s funeral. There’d been other students there, of course, but he hadn’t spoken to any of them. What he’d seen earlier when he’d sneaked a look into Sadie’s coffin had inflamed him, had given additional color to the dream he’d had, the dream where it had been him who’d chased her down and brutally slain her. His eyes had been dark and his cheeks slightly flushed as he sat quietly, facing front and barely moving the entire time.
Once the service was over, he’d quickly left the church, not wanting to be part of the funeral procession but still wanting to be there, staying on the fringes. At the cemetery he’d blended into the dimness, well away from those at the graveside, the dark shirt, pants and overcoat he wore rendering him a shadow at the edge of the tree line. The words spoken as the coffin was lowered into the hole that had been pre-dug were only an echo, but it didn’t matter. Cam was fascinated by the process, by the handfuls of flowers that were thrown into the hole, by the wet earth shoveled over it. Just before the mourners began to disperse, Cam turned and slipped away, his path taking him to the sidewalk in the direction of town. He’d left his car not far away.
Elodie hadn't known Ms. Gaines well enough to actually go to the funeral. The lady had been nice enough, but Elodie only really knew her from her forty five minute history class in the afternoon. That didn't mean Elodie didn't find the death fascinating in a morbid sort of way. From all the whispers around school, Ms. Gaines had been attacked by some rabid dog, her throat ripped out. She sort of wished she had walked over to Sycamore Street after the first cop car flew by her house. She might have been able to get a glimpse of the body before they took it away.
She might not have gone to the funeral but she had ended up at the cemetery to watch the burial. She smoked a cigarette as the mourners arrived and the casket was lowered into the ground soon after. A lot of people were crying underneath their black umbrellas. Elodie watched from a distance until her eyes caught sight of a familiar face. He probably wouldn't recognize her, since she had been wearing a cat mask the last, and only, time they interacted with each other. Elodie saw Cam in the halls at school often, and they shared two classes together, but they were nowhere near one another on the social spectrum. It was fun sitting behind him in class though, realizing that he had no clue that she was the one who'd had his cock in her mouth during Chapman's Halloween party.
Elodie took a slow drag off her cigarette and decided to follow him once he began to walk away from the grave site. She found it interesting that he had been there, given most of the students were girls, and probably most of them cheerleaders. By the time Elodie caught up to Cam he was about to cross the street away from the cemetery. "Sad, isn't it," Elodie said, glancing up at the gray sky. It wasn't raining hard but she felt a droplet of rain splash on her forehead. "Were you in her history class?"
Cam was distracted by his own thoughts and it took him a few extra seconds to realize that someone was speaking to him. He blinked, frowning a little as he tried to place the dark-haired girl with a cigarette in her hand. Someone from school. Had she been at the funeral? Honestly he hadn’t really noticed anyone else. His thoughts had been focused entirely on Sadie and how she’d looked in her coffin as well as memories of other sights he’d seen in the past, brief flashes of the things he’d done. “Yeah,” he said. “Were you?” He didn’t know who she was, but that didn’t matter. There were a ton of other students he considered beneath him, who were just there.
Elodie hummed an affirmative answer in her throat and took another quick drag from her cigarette. "Morbid how she died, huh? Animal attack, I guess. But I think they tend to use that excuse anytime someone is found gutted to death. This place could have a crazy serial killer on the loose and they keep getting away with it, 'cause they make it look like a rabid dog, or wolf, or whatever." That was probably unlikely, but no one seems to have witnessed the animal roaming the streets either. In any case, if you asked Elodie, the prospect of a serial killer was much more exciting than some crazy animal mistaking a human for a tasty rabbit.
This was at least mildly interesting, Cam thought. Most teenage girls wouldn’t want to discuss gutting and serial killers or would at least seem to be disgusted by it if they did. “A lot of fucked up things happen here,” he said. They always had. He didn’t remember a great deal about living here as a young child, but there were always stories to be found on internet newspaper and magazine archives. A little light reading. “It might be a serial killer.” He reached into his coat pocket and fondled his car keys, feeling that restless, jittery sensation that rarely led anywhere good.
"That would at least make things more interesting," Elodie mused. "But I don't have a lot of faith in the local police to figure it out, you know?" She watched him, feeling a flicker of amusement. There was no offense or irritation that he didn't know who she was. Elodie had enjoyed the anonymous factor that had gone into their Halloween party.... whatever it was. "They could probably use some more help," she continued, smirking a bit around her cigarette. "Someone who looks hot in a cop uniform. Preferably the kind with those tear away pants?"
“They can’t figure out shit,” Cam said scornfully. He didn’t have much respect for police in general, given how useless the ones in Kill Devil Hills had been. He’d never once felt in danger of being caught, and that was just how he’d liked it. The ones here seemed much the same, although he couldn’t say he’d tested them yet. He blinked when she segued into hot cops with tear-away pants, staring at her for a few seconds without speaking. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, belying his otherwise serious expression. Cam was nothing if not quick, and he noted the shape of her lips, her dark hair. It had been her, hadn’t it? The nameless girl from the party. “You know anyone like that?” he drawled.
Elodie hummed in amusement around her cigarette before pulling it from between her lips. "I think I know a guy. He might be shit at protecting the law, but I think he might be pretty good at search and seizure." Ha ha, oh police-related innuendos. Innuendos of any kind could be fun if they were clever enough. It probably wasn't the most appropriate place and time to be flirting with someone, but Elodie wasn't really feeling a ton of empathy for the deceased. Not because she didn't care that someone died, but she hadn't known Ms. Gaines enough to really care beyond a 'that sucks' kind of mentality.
“Sounds like a good guy to know,” Cam said, his fingers tightening around the keys in his pocket and then releasing. He was feeling the strangest blend of emotions: he wanted to go somewhere quiet and obsess about everything that had happened this week, he wanted to damage something or someone, he wanted to fuck the nonsense out of his mysterious classmate now that he knew it was she who’d sucked his brains out through his dick at Victoria’s party. “Hey,” he said abruptly. “Wanna go for a ride somewhere?” He knew what was appropriate and probably none of this was, but the girl didn’t seem to care. Why should he?
Elodie gave it a brief moment of thought before shrugging. "Sure." What else was she doing besides lurking around a cemetery while one of her teachers was lowered into the ground? Besides, Cam had a nice car and she was interested in seeing where they would end up. Maybe he just wanted her to suck his dick again, which might be okay though Elodie wasn't usually one to give away two blow jobs without getting something in return. Regardless, she was bored and now that Cam knew who she was, she wanted to try and figure him out, even if it was only to fuck with him a little. Elodie tossed her cigarette and walked around to the other side of the car to get inside. "Where do you wanna go?"
Cam’s ‘68 Mustang was cherry red and impossible to miss, which was why he’d parked well away from the cemetery. He popped the locks and got in, grabbing his seatbelt and fastening it with a couple of sharp motions. “Does it matter?” he asked. To some girls it would, and he was curious if she’d be one of those. So far at least, she was different from most girls around here. He felt like that was a good thing in this case. He didn’t know where he intended on heading, except that he wanted to drive fast to get there. Frightening, exhilarating, on-the-verge-of-a-nasty-car-crash fast, and he didn’t much care if she was okay with that.
He kept his speed moderate enough until he reached the service road that led to the interstate, and then he began punching it up. Once he got on it, there wasn’t a lot to prevent him from going a hundred miles an hour if he chose, at least for a while.
It didn't matter. Not really. Cam had obviously lived there a hell of a lot longer than Elodie, so if he knew where he was going, she would enjoy the ride. Which... she did. She had put on her seatbelt at least, which was probably a smart idea just in case Cam went careening off the road into a tree or something. Elodie watched the town fly by and she soon realized they were getting on the interstate. That was... interesting. The faster the car seemed to accelerate the wider Elodie's grin. She rolled down his window just enough to feel some of the wind around her face and hair, causing it to whip around her head. If they crashed, they were probably dead, but wasn't that part of what made it so exciting?
Elodie got the feeling that Cam was trying to gauge her reaction to the way he was driving. Did he want her to squeal or cry or beg him to slow down? Was he trying to scare her? The thought amused her and Elodie decided to have her own fun. She reached over and slid her hand down his thigh, quickly grabbing his crotch. Not hard enough to hurt him, since she had learned from an early age that balls were stupidly sensitive and the best place to attack when a guy was being a dick, but hard enough to make him feel it. It wasn't a safe thing to do while Cam was driving this fast, but driving this fast wasn't safe either, so whatever.
It would have pleased Cam to be able to frighten her with his erratic and too fast driving, but he wasn’t exactly disappointed that she wasn’t. His emotions were all over the map right now, and he wasn’t sure how he’d react to anything. He was simply running with whatever happened. To his credit, he only swerved slightly when she abruptly grabbed his junk; sparing a quick glance in her direction, he gave her a wolfish grin before turning his attention back to the road, inching the speedometer up even faster. He had a vague destination in mind, but there were about twenty more miles before they got there. Not that twenty miles would take terribly long at his rate of speed.
There wasn't much he could do about what she was doing, and Elodie considered just unzipping his slacks and giving him head while he drove like a maniac, but this was much more fun. Stroking him a little through his pants to see if he would get hard. In some dark corner of her mind where rationality still existed, Elodie knew this was stupid, she just didn't care. When was the last time she got an adrenaline high that wasn't alcohol or drug induced? Besides, she felt invincible, as a lot of girls her age did. Elodie turned her gaze from Cam to look at the road. She had no idea where they were going, and she didn't really care either.
This was better than being high in Cam’s opinion. He’d done that shit and wasn’t crazy about it beyond the occasional joint; Cam was a person who valued being in control of himself more than any chemical rush he could feel. Adrenaline rushed through his system, and he poked the button to roll his own window halfway down. His cock thickened in his pants, and the compression would become painful if she kept it up. He didn’t care. It felt as though he was driving into the void, and it was wonderful. It was everything. Before he pulled off at the exit he’d been heading for, the speedometer reached at least 120, he was sure.
Cam was forced to slow down in order to take the exit, and the car shuddered and slid a little before complying with his wishes. It was full dark now, and he had to turn his lights on as he turned left and then headed up a winding road to a spot he knew. It wasn’t public property, but he didn’t care about that either. There was just enough space to steer his small car around the No Trespassing gate and through the trees, up onto a bluff where the ocean would spread out before them. He cut the engine once he’d parked, hearing nothing but his heartbeat in his ears and the rhythm of the ocean waves.
The speed certainly had Elodie's heart pumping, as did the overt trespassing. It was something she might have done, had she had her own car. If she had gotten out of the car now, there was no way she'd find her way back. Everything was dark and she couldn't have even told anyone what interstate they'd taken. When Cam finally parked, Elodie looked out the windshield. The ocean was vast and dark, though she caught glimpses of the water rippling in the distance. It was creepy in a fun kind of way. Elodie had no idea what prompted Cam to take her there, but she didn't really care. She wasn't scared, only intrigued. His cock was still hard beneath her hand and Elodie pulled it away from his lap to shrug out of her jacket so she could pull her t-shirt up and off of her body. It was dark and private and she doubted they were there to talk about their Feelings.
Right then, Cam didn’t think he’d ever die. Maybe he was immortal, maybe he’d be around for hundreds of years, forever invincible. They were alive, young, vital, and the blood rushed through his veins as he caught Elodie beginning to strip off her clothes. That was all it took for him to do what he wanted to anyway. He slid out of his overcoat with impatient jerks of his arms and lifted his ass so he could pull it off and wad it up, tossing it into the back seat. Next came his shirt and undershirt, both ending up there too. The windows were down enough for him to hear the churning of the ocean below, and he turned his head to watch what she was doing.
Her lips twitched into a subtle smirk as Cam began to pull off his clothes too. Elodie already knew he had a nice cock, but she could see he had a body to match and it was hard not to lick her lips at the sight of it. He would probably be one of those guys who went to shit five to ten years out of high school, but that didn't mean Elodie couldn't enjoy what he had to offer now. It took a bit of maneuvering but Elodie got her jeans and panties off, leaving them in a heap on the floorboard in front of her. Clad only in her bra, Elodie leaned over the console separating them, gripping the back of Cam's chair by the headrest. "Put your seat back," she demanded breathlessly. He wouldn't have to get his pants off, only unzipped. Boys had it way too easy sometimes.
This was definitely Cam’s type of woman as far as sexual shit went. He still didn’t know her name, but she was fired up and ready to go. It took him a few quick motions to get his pants undone and shoved down to his thighs and finesse a condom packet out of his pocket-- because he was never without at least one. He was able to get his seat pushed back and reclined with barely a sound. Nothing like a classic car, and now there was plenty of room for her to climb aboard. He got the rubber on and reached for her, impatient for her to be riding his cock. He was a guy who had more sex than average but still the sense of urgency was nearly overwhelming.
Guys who carried condoms around with them always amused Elodie. Like they just expected to get laid. In this case... well, it was true, but still. Better he was prepared though, because Elodie wasn't. Her gaze locked on his cock as he rolled the condom down over his erection and Elodie licked her lower lip in anticipation before she moved across the console to straddle his lap. Cars were always a bit restrictive when it came to sex, but she had enough room to press her knees against his hips as she got into the right position. One hand gripped his bare shoulder, the other reached between them to guide his cock into her. She was wet and ready and Elodie wasted no time sinking down fully until he was planted deep. It felt amazing and Elodie released a sharp breath as her body adjusted to his size. It had been awhile since she had fucked anyone - not since arriving in Point Pleasant anyway, but Elodie didn't bother waiting too long before she began to move.
It was arrogant, sure, but that was Cam in a nutshell. He had at least two fuckbuddies on the cheerleading squad-- sometimes more if the girl in question was pissed at her boyfriend-- and he didn’t have to work that hard to score. Something about this had really gotten him going, though. Maybe it was the overall sense of how wrong it was to do it right after a funeral, the adrenaline-laced ride up here, the dark, the roar of the ocean. All of the above. It would be hard to say, and it didn’t matter. What did was the feel of her surrounding him, the rush of pleasure that had his entire body tensing, willing himself to calm down enough to do this right. His fingers gripped the edges of his seat so he could resist his urge to grab her ass and make her move just how he wanted.
Elodie moved her hands to grab hold of the back of his seat for leverage as she began to fuck him, not caring much about finesse. She knew exactly what pace and intensity made her feel good, and right then, that's all she cared about. Boys were boys... if they were able to get their dick in a wet pussy, what did they care how it went down? She liked that they didn't even know each other, that she was pretty sure he had no idea what her name was, even now. But they had both gotten off on the recklessness of the drive, and Elodie found it darkly fascinating, being up there near the ocean in the dark, and no one knew where she was. Her moans filled the small space and Elodie couldn't help but straighten a bit, one hand lifting to press against the roof of the car. The other slid over his bare chest, and while she didn't have very long nails, she dug them into his flesh anyway, always willing to push her luck and test her boundaries.
Cam was content for her to use him however she wanted. Rough, fast, hard, however. Everything about this was perfect, even the remote possibility that some random creeper could try to axe-murder them. Hey, it always happened in the horror movies whenever anyone had sex, right? Danger turned him on, as did the way she sought her own pleasure without concern for anything else, as did the darkness. She was slick and hot and juicy, and Cam shut his eyes, picturing the moment he’d slipped open Sadie’s coffin and seen her pale, grave face with all the badly repaired claw marks. The thought of how cold she’d been was a marked contrast to the living heat of the girl riding him, and his breath rasped in his throat as his excitement rose and he felt her nails on his skin. Whether it was pleasure or pain somehow didn’t matter, and this was both. His hips pulsed upward when she pushed down, seating him as deep inside her as was possible.
He seemed to like it and that only made everything feel better, in Elodie's opinion. Maybe Cam Malone, Mr. Popular, was a freak too. Her breath was shallow and harsh, her body growing damp the harder and faster she moved. Without giving it much thought, Elodie's fingers gripped Cam's throat. She wasn't squeezing, but her fingertips pressed slightly into his flesh. She could feel his pulse pounding rhythmically against her hand. Elodie pressed herself downward to meet the upward thrusts of his hips. The windows were starting to grow foggy from the body heat and heavy breathing, but she didn't care. No one else was up here to see or interrupt them.Thank god, because she was getting close to coming already and if someone stopped it from happening, she was going to lose her fucking mind.
The combination of warmth from the closeness and friction of their bodies and the chill from the cracked windows added to the experience for Cam, as did the pressure at his throat. He never actually felt helpless, but sometimes it was fun to imagine he was. What if he was being choked, restrained, unable to fully get his breath? He still hadn’t moved his hands from their clenched grip on his seat and he didn’t now, pretending he had to keep them there. His grip tightened, and he pressed his head back against the seatback, arching his throat to make her light grip seem tighter. He was on the verge of orgasm, but he didn’t want to let go until she did, so he held back, eyes still tightly shut, letting himself drown in the rush of sensation with no visuals.
With her hand still around his neck, Elodie reached down to start rubbing her clit frantically. He wasn’t doing anything with his own hands, so it would be up to her to get herself there. At least she knew exactly what to do and how to do it so there would be no fumbling around. Focused solely on herself now, Elodie closed her eyes, her moans loud and uninhibited. She bounced harder against his cock, tensing as the pleasure began to tighten in her belly. When she finally came, everything inside of her seemed to tense for a moment before her bones seemed to belt completely away. The sound of a broken gasp escaped her and she pressed her fingers to her clit until the throbbing began to dull. Her fingers must have tightened around his throat when her orgasm hit and Elodie was mindful to loosen them a bit since she really had no real intention of choking him to death.
Flying had to be like this, Cam thought as the hard strokes and the rush of her orgasm drew his own, almost painful one out of him. He wished he could find out. Dying at the end would be almost worth it if it felt this stupendously amazing. His release felt more intense and seemed to last longer than usual, and he didn’t want to move at all after, so he didn’t. Gradually, his fingers loosened from the seat and his breathing began to slow down, sweat beading at his temples and the back of his neck and chest. The cool air from outside made itself known now that they were still, and that was perfect too.
As soon as Elodie felt Cam's body start to relax beneath hers she carefully slid from his lap to plop down on the passenger seat again. She began to pick up her clothes to get dressed, ready to get home now and smoke a joint or something. That was always a nice feeling after an orgasm. Kind of like smoking a cigarette, only better. Pulling on her panties, Elodie looked at Cam. "Let me know if there are any other funerals in your future that you want to fuck after. I'm usually available."
Cam had lazily opened his eyes when she started getting dressed, and he chuckled at her words. “I might have to go kill someone so there can be another funeral,” he said, reaching over into the backseat to at least find his shirt; he wasn’t going to bother with the undershirt or overcoat. Of course, he was joking. Nobody would think he meant it, although Cam could very easily turn that idle, teasing threat into action. That was the fun part. He shrugged into the shirt, doing a half-assed job of buttoning it before pulling his briefs and pants up.
Elodie snickered as she continued to slip into her clothes. "I doubt you'll have to do anything. People seem to die all the time in this town. Unless you want to kill someone, of course." She settled on the seat and reached for her bag to find a cigarette. Everyone had their dark sides, right? She didn't think Cam was serious, but still. They had just fucked each other after the burial of a teacher, though Elodie hadn't known the woman well and didn't feel much sadness over her death beyond a simple 'that sucks'.
Cam didn’t think for a second that Elodie would be nonchalant if she knew he really had killed someone-- several someones, to be honest-- so he didn’t even consider acting as if he was serious. “Yeah, you got a point,” he said. “Plenty of people die here.” Once he had himself reasonably dressed with the used condom thrown out the window, he buckled in and started the car. He was thinking a nice soak in his jacuzzi tub once he got home would be just the thing. It had been a different end to the day than he’d expected but definitely a welcome one.
She found a cigarette and her lighter and looked over at him. “Want one?” Elodie knew she probably ought to ask permission to smoke in his car, but she wanted nicotine so he would just have to deal with it. With Cam being an athlete, he probably didn’t smoke, but she was feeling generous at the moment, so it didn’t hurt to offer.
“Nah,” Cam said, giving her a slight smile as he began to drive back to the overgrown path that would take them back down to the road. Most people he would have told to put that fucking thing out immediately but he was feeling mellow right then. He’d get the car detailed soon enough, something he did at least every month or so. It was all good. Carefully, he made his way down the rutted path that wasn’t really intended for cars, realizing that his extreme restlessness and agitation had gone.
Elodie shrugged and lit up. She would have to tell him where she lived to get dropped off, but she'd wait until they were closer to town. He sure as hell wasn't going to dump her at the cemetery. Content with the silence, and preferring it actually, Elodie relaxed and rolled down her window to smoke, more than ready to get home and chill out for the remainder of the night.