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No, there really wasn't anything heavenly about Camille Ryland. Everything about her often spoke of deepest sins for certainly angels didn't have curves that beckoned every time she moved, or that wicked way her lips would turn up when she was flirting, and they didn't make food that would have Gluttony personified sit up and ask for more. Though she was a bad girl she was at least a very good bad girl who didn't like hurting people and was content to wallow in Lust and Gluttony for the rest of her life.

Maybe dabble in Sloth. It was nice to cuddle up close to Otto and doze when she had the chance.

Putting the spoon down now, confident he'd eat it, she leaned in close like a drug dealer might. "I told you. Good stuff, yeah? The first bite was free."

In a hot second Cami's posture went from teasing and relaxed to ramrod straight. "Otto!" She sounded shocked and scandalized and seemed to be mid-motion before jerking herself back entirely. Oh no no. Must not flirt with the best friend. Must not offer 'services' to the best friend like some kind of shower prostitute. Even if the shower was damned worth it. He hadn't mentioned the bathtub though so maybe she could get creative...

Her expression was now not too different from Otto's habitual grumpy pout as she folded arms across her chest. "Fine. Fine. How much of my delicious chocolate are you wanting? We can work something out." Except she wasn't really pouting and she wasn't really grumpy because he wasn't really serious.

Right?

No. No! He couldn't be serious! The whole thing?! Suspiciously Cami nibbled on the inside of her bottom lip, wondering how much she really liked her showers. "I dunno...I mean. That's a really good cake. I'm pretty fond of it. Or at least, some of it." Apparently she was still wanting a bit of a bang for her buck. Or brownie, as it were.

Reaching out Cami hooked a finger in the pan and tugged slightly so it came back her way. "Three fourths of it."

s**t, he had her there. Cami knew that she could have picked up the cake and left but that wouldn't have really remedied what it was she was trying to bargain for. She was in Otto's house and he was letting her live there. As much as he'd let her string up silly jellyfish lights over her bed and keep her things everywhere it was still his home. One day she'd take up the room next door, one of them, but until then....he had her in a corner.

Saying something fast, fierce, and clear that she was questioning his lineage (without heat or rancor, more for the fun of the game) in Spanish her finger unhooked from the cake pan. "You win. I can't deny that I love my showers and I can always make another cake." Scrunching up her nose with a sigh, she sulked in the most outrageous and fake manner possible.

"I knew I should've made two and hid one."

Like magic the pout vanished and a wide grin appeared. "You do know that Spanish is one of the most widely-spoken languages for three thousand miles all around us, right? Perhaps the?" Nudging him lightly so that she could stand with her arm around his waist, snuggled in as he ate her cake, Cami didn't move to take a bite. Her mood was mostly expunged and the rest of it could be taken care of with stolen/semi-forced cuddles.

Lightly she kissed his cheek. "Besides, that was the point. Spanish is fun to swear in and I can teach you if you wanna know. And I promise I like you better than your shower. Much better." Then Otto, whether he wanted to be or not, was caught up in a side-hug as Cami wrapped both arms around him and let out a long sigh. "You always make me feel so much better. It's magic." She nudged him lightly. "Eat your cake."

Cami would have fought anyone that tried to challenge her for most affectionate girl. She liked being affectionate, liked how she could soothe and be soothed by contact with others. Also how she could be riled by contact with others but that was a thought shoved far, far from her mind. Remembering that what she had with Otto was special, that sex complicated things, and the fact they both slept together every night and were having crazy sex with the same woman independently of each other was what kept her from ******** it all up.

If she'd known Otto was thinking about her curves at all she would have gone to throw on the biggest, baggiest clothes she owned and tried to refrain from touching him. Which would have probably lasted a whole hour before she needed her fix. Cami, at some point, had become horribly dependent on Otto and everything he gave her and represented in her life. It was tricky because....because he could hurt her. She could hurt him.

Watching Otto sit down and start eating like a normal human being rather than the snowplow Cami had been had her sighing a bit, stretching and yawning. "You won't let me sleep alone tonight, right?"

Unfortunately for Otto's shyness it meant that he was going to have to see Cami in short, clinging shorts a whole lot more than he would have if he'd mentioned any and all impure thoughts and/or urges.

Thinking about the redhead moved into the kitchen to start the substantial process of cleaning up her huge mess, wishing that it was as easy to eliminate a mess as easy as it was to make one. "Mine's been kinda neglected lately, probably because I just beeline for yours without thinking. We should give it some love since you went out of your way to get it for me and all." Smiling a bit to herself Cami had the moment of realization that Otto hadn't really needed to get rid of his big single bed, considering how things had turned out. She almost felt bad.

Yet there were going to be times when Otto needed his space or maybe for some odd reason she wanted her own and separate beds would be a good idea. "Do I say thank you enough?"