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Becca comes over, after dinner.
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10 Apr 2025
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“So, are you gonna take your coat off and stay awhile or—?” Cam crossed to her fridge and opened it, reaching out of habit for the vodka on the bottom shelf, “I know it’s probably not what you’re used to, but I’ve got—”
Cam cut herself off when she heard Rebecca exhale. And she glanced up just in time to see Rebecca’s long overcoat hit the floor. And, granted, that normally might’ve annoyed Cam just a little bit because she had a perfectly good coat rack behind her door.
But all things considered, the reckless placement and overall significance of the coat were easily forgotten because Rebecca was now standing in the middle of her living room--completely naked.
“Wow." Cam croaked, "Subtle.”
Rebecca’s lips quirked into a teasing smile and she took a bold step toward Cam, narrowing the chasm between them considerably.
“You’re the one who wanted to skip dinner.”
Oh. Right.
*This is just my version of what could have happened when Rebecca and Cam had their "after dinner" rendezvous. There are some really awesome ones already out there and I encourage you to read them all! Because these two characters deserve all the love! (I wrote this while waiting for the finale, can you tell??)
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10 Apr 2025
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"Yikes. What happened to you?"
Cam closed her eyes, shifted the bag of ice to the side of her face. "I drank like you for once."
*Expansion on episode 3, and my take on why Cam woke up with a hangover after only one beer at Connie's bar. Definitively NSFW.*
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10 Apr 2025
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Cam’s already looking at her, curious and hesitant and so, so pretty. There’s new wrinkles next to her eyes, small and blooming, that weren’t there when Rebecca had seen her last. Obviously. And Rebecca thinks about her own wrinkles, and the wrinkles that Cam will develop in five years, in ten years. The thought makes tears prick in her eyes.
“Cam, what if you just came with me?”Bookmarked by KelpyPop
22 Sep 2024
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Cam was a habit she didn’t want to abandon. But as the spaces grief and loss created turned too tight for Rebecca to move in, she did what every addict is almost forced to do against their will: she withdrew from her addiction.
It was the quietest of nights, the world outside her bedroom as still as a held breath. Beyond these walls, the town of Saanich slumbered, its streets deserted and its houses dark, as if time itself had paused. They weren’t making love anymore, but all the unspoken words hanging on thin air made the room pulse with an intensity that defied an otherwise lifeless and timid town.
Rebecca nestled her face in the crook of Cam’s neck, inhaling the scent of oud and fresh sex. Cam’s scent was intoxicating, to her a bittersweet ache that settled deep in her chest. She breathed her in desperately, trying to imprint the scent into memory, knowing it was a double-edged sword. The pain of this moment would come haunt her, sharp and relentless each time she’ll catch a faint whiff of it, possibly somewhere on a train in New York, or on somebody’s bed. She wasn’t sure if she could bear it, yet she persevered—a final satisfaction to an addiction.
(or, an exploration of Cam and Becca's relationship.)
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22 Sep 2024