Captain Blake's Home Archive

Blake hugged Camilla tight when she sat in his lap. This was perhaps the single oddest turn his life had taken. He had never thought that he would find love. Let alone find it by complete chance. The fact that it was forbidden didn't bother him. He was always one to roll with the punches, because he believed that if you did things would work out. When she starts voicing her concerns he tries to think of a response. He knows exactly how she feels. Since that day in the woods he had no longer been able to imagine life without her. He gently places a hand on the side of her face. He leans back a bit moving turning her face so he can look in her eyes.

"I don't know how this will work. The only thing I know is what I am going to do next."

Then he pulls her in close, brings his lips to hers and he kisses her. Long and deep tasting her lips on his. Eyes closed as he breathes her scent in deep. In this moment the future doesn't matter to Blake. The only thing that matters to the captain is her.

"That was good."

Blake finished the sentence for Camilla. He presses his forehead to hers and he pants lightly. His rakish grin is at odds with the adoration in his eyes. The captain had been with a handful of women over the years. Yet this is the first time he has felt like this. The first time a mere kiss left him breathless. The first time he found each kiss to be better than the last. Ah Blake you have it bad. He chastises himself mentally. He knows he should have better self control. He knows he never should have let this happen. He knows he wants another kiss. The last one seems far more important. So he leans and takes another one. This time he is a little more daring, a little more reckless. His lips would try to part hers, to deepen the kiss, to taste deeply of her and allow her to taste him. Perhaps he should stop before things go too heated. He probably wouldn't though.

Blake was a little to heated to protest when Camilla tore open his shirt. He had just enough presence of mind to think:We probably shouldn't do this in my study. Fortunately his family probably wouldn't disturb them in here. It was one of the two places in his house that were wholly his. So instead of moving things to the bedroom, he sweeps his desk clear. Plopping Camilla on it as he struggles out of his torn shirt. He is about as gentle as she was as he undresses her. Indeed no one should have been surprised by this.

<Fade to Black.>

Blake rolled off his desk. He was going to have to scrub it clean. Aw well what they had just done was worth a bit of labor. He flicks an appreciative eye up her form. He does indeed note the scars. In his opinion they add to her beauty. It is a mark of character, a statement that she was more than a pretty face. She was a person who had lived her life and bore the marks of it. As career soldier he had his own fair share of scars. Each one had a painful tale behind it. He gets his clothes back on, mostly. His shirt was ruined, buttons scattered everywhere. Again another sacrifice that was totally worth it. He stretches languidly.

"We should do this again sometime. Only let's try it in a bed. Maybe we should also lock the door. We are lucky no one came in on us."

In this house luck had nothing to do with it. Given how many people were around, he had feeling most new what happened in here. They had probably just stayed cleared. His family new how to be discreet. More importantly they new how to keep a secret. He thinks about saying something further. Verbalizing the feeling in his heart, one he knows she shares. He decides it isn't time yet. Despite what they just did. This had been good for her, it would help her heal. Eventually she would be ready, until then he could wait.

Blake watches Camilla leave. Sky but she was a beauty. The good captain debates his next course of action. Ultimately he has two desires. The first is to satisfy a more mundane hunger. He was starved so he sets off toward the kitchen. After he eats well... Camilla was right a bath might be nice. Maybe he'd even go in with... Sky he was letting his libido get away with him.

Blake yawned as he stumbles into the bathing chamber. He wasn't doing much better than Camilla. He had been one of the primary people, trying to take over care of his namesake. He had eventually recognized it as losing fight and gone to bed. It takes him a moment to realize she is even in the room. He is about to say something when he notices she is clearly asleep. Well not the way he hoped to find her in the bath. He grabs a big fluffy towel and comes over to her. He prods her awake and he says gently.

"Come on girl, lets get you dry and into bed."

Blake helped Camilla to her bed. Her request wasn't unexpected. He may have had other things to do that day. Still he was tired and he wasn't so cruel as to leave her. He crawls into the bed next to her draping an arm around her shoulders. This was nice. It wasn't long before he was sleeping soundly.

Blake wasn't a particularly deep sleeper. Most military men aren't. Still he wasn't concious enough to hear her words, as he stirred slowly to wakefulness. He opens his eyes blinking the sleep away. He sees a vision of golden beauty. Camilla bathed in the late morning sun seeping in through the windows. A languid grin spreads slowly across his face.

"Now that is a sight I could get used to waking to."

The Captain rolls off of the bed. He is still fully dressed, though his clothes are a bit rumpled now. He makes a half hearted attempt to smooth them out. He sighs and gives up pretty quickly. He was starving it was almost time for lunch. He imagined Camilla was in the same boat. He walks over to the door, saying in a teasing voice.

"Shall we find something to eat lady huntress?"

"I just might."

Well that was an unexpected and welcome turn of events. Blake grinned at Camilla as they came into the kitchen. Elora and Adelai are in the middle of preparing lunch. His mother gives Camilla an approving smile, while his sister smirks at him. The cat was truly out of the bag, if it had ever been in it. His mother speaks up.

"It's good to see you two awake. I have a nice hearty stew for you now that you are here. I am sure you need it what with yesterday's activities."

Blake chokes on the water he just took a swallow of.

"Mother!"

Elora gives him an innocent smile.

"What I meant taking care of little Devin. Though if that's where your mind went... I take it you weren't wrestling in the study?"

Blake scowls and Adelai and and Elora laugh. He needed to sound proof the walls apparently. His sister speaks up, teasing her older brother.

"Honestly I don't know what she sees in you. I mean you still live with your parents."