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Cami combed fingers hard through her hair trying to think of how to articulate what it was she was thinking, how to explain the philosophy she tried to live by. "It's not about wanting something so badly it makes you crazy because I am literally crazy for you and I'm alright with that. It's the desire to put some kind of golden chain around your ankle so you can't get too far away." Immediately she followed on that with more. "Not because I think you'll leave but because it would feel good to be on the other end of that chain." Hands scrubbed over her face, shame coloring her lovely features, eyes unable to meet Maebe's.

Laying quiet as Maebe flopped she was rather limp herself. She had hours before she had to meet Mimsy and help her get ready for her wedding, hours that she'd had no reason to get out of bed and continue on this mad discussion. Rolling, she used the differences in their height and weight to do just what was requested of her: she pinned Maebe down for awhile.

If it would have been any consolation Cami could have told her that it wasn't really personal. These feelings would have cropped up no matter whom Cami had these kinds of feelings and urges for. That it coincided with someone who had been rumored to not desire much commitment or anything as paltry and ridiculous as love was literally that, a coincidence.

Letting her possessive urges take control for awhile couldn't possibly be a bad thing. "Maybe I can show you what it is I want. Then you can decide if you want more." Not that she was going to allow much room for arguing. "Because you are mine..."

Cami's education in Maebe's preferences had, she thought, been complete. Apparently she had only scratched the very surface of what made her beautiful girlfriend tick and was now given a rather vivid demonstration of what came next. Suffice to say that it was rather intoxicating. She lingered over the knowledge, toyed with the knowledge, and Maebe.

When she had finally finished learning that incredibly important, irresistible information, Cami could only sprawl on her back, staring up at the ceiling with heavy-lidded eyes. She'd been the giver, not the receiver, and yet she was as stricken as if she had just had ecstasy wrung from her body. Somewhere in all of that she'd gone mad, she was sure of it, because she couldn't quite remember much. There was a great deal of noise, soft skin, and the sensation of pleasure but not much else.

Rolling, she saw the bruises on Maebe's arms and winced a bit. Slurring with languor her accent was thick. "I don't think I'm used to this strength yet. 'm sorry love."