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Well, Otto wanted a distraction, and he was about to get a diatribe. "Not everything. I can't speak for Maebe Grace, because I haven't asked her about it, but I've never been one for sleeping with people I hate to make them like me better. I doubt they would since they usually hate me for having so much sex. But what's wrong with that, anyway?" She raised an eyebrow at him, even as he was still snuggled into her chest. "I don't mind saying that I enjoy sex but I haven't been enjoying a whole lot of it lately. I'm committed." She said the word with solemn seriousness, at-odds with the twinkling in her eyes.

"You can't deny that it tends to stop you from thinking about much else, when it's done right. If it's not done right then I am so sorry it just makes things worse." Her head shook, remembering times that it wasn't done right, and lamenting them all over again. "I was thinking of something else for right now, though." Again, a flash of solemn seriousness. "Not ready to go there with you and I think it'd be taking advantage anyway."

Oddly, Cami was being a romantic about what was happening between her and Otto. It was as mysterious to her as it probably was to everyone else who knew about or was involved with it in any way. Nibbling on the inside of her lip she let out a long sigh. "Oh, you also can't solve hunger with sex. I tried. It makes you more hungry."

For a moment she wanted to roll her eyes and say, in an obvious tone: duh. Cami knew very well how liberated she was and how most people didn't think she was anything more than a slut. They could honestly think whatever they wanted because 1) they were wrong and 2) Cami was happy. She didn't hurt anyone with her casual sexuality and if she did? She apologized and tried to rectify the situation. This had been put into place firmly regarding Taym where she had hurt Maebe by flirting with the man.

She did not flirt with him anymore.

If Otto had asked if she felt stifled by the idea of commitment she could answer, truthfully, that it was a little stifling. She couldn't go pounce Evan and show him a good time. She couldn't flirt or even consider Taym as a bed partner. But the trade off far outweighed anything else. Nothing was perfect. Everything had its drawbacks.

For a few minutes she sat quietly, thinking about what they could do. Eventually Cami gave up and now she rolled her eyes, but not at Otto. She was more rolling her eyes at herself and her damned noble ideas that were really nothing more than fluff. No substance. "We can try it." Leaning in, she kissed him, firm and warm.

There was actually quite a lot of Cami that was designed with the intent to be held and touched. Her skin was soft, she was the sort of plush woman that Reubens had immortalized in his works, and she was eager for all of it. Delighted in it.

Arms slid around Otto so that she could pull him closer. Cami had had to lean forward to kiss him and so she didn't want to tip over, tip on top of him. At least, not without his wanting to. She was willing to make tiny first moves, tentative steps towards something that was probably inevitable at this point, but she wanted Otto to be sure. To want her as a lover and not just a friend.

As it was she was simply enjoying the warmth and comfort of his kisses.

For the most part Cami and Otto lived like they'd always lived. They didn't acknowledge the kisses outside of the moments they happened, didn't dwell too much on the fact that she was curvy and bursting with feminine sexuality. Every now and then he'd slip a hand around her buxom curves to squeeze her like it was comforting and that, too, was something she considered normal.

Times existed, however, when she felt truly romantic towards Otto. Moments like now when he murmured to her that he thought she was beautiful as he stroked her skin. It turned her kiss from a fervent sort of distraction to a warm affection, trying to soothe him with her kisses rather than distract him.

They were exactly the same height and that, in and of itself, was something always a little wonderful. Color spread beneath Otto's thumb as Camille flushed with the pleasure of the compliment. "I'm happy you think so. I don't normally care what anyone things but I care what you do. I care so much."

Cami laughed and kissed Otto, sunshine in the taste of her lips. "Half is more than almost anyone else understands. I think I must talk in my sleep for you to understand me so well. I don't have an accent though. It's all of you that have the accents!" It was cliched and tired but it was one of her favorite things to say. Cami knew full-well that she had an accent as thick as molasses but it wasn't her fault. Everyone else just had to pay more attention!

Since it seemed the time for compliments and confessions Cami skimmed a finger along one of Otto's many scars. "I like these. They make you so different and they make you look so tough. But you've got a chocolate center and it's wonderful." Things were getting a little dangerous, weren't they?

Yes, Otto was probably the only one who hated his scars but he knew what they stood for. He knew how he'd gotten them and all the pain associated with each of them. All Cami knew about them was that he had gone through something so serious as to scar a hunter and had come out alive. Hunters didn't scar just from any cut or scrape. Cami had been burnt to a crisp and had no scar. It was only where Medea's hand had gone into her back that she had developed smooth scar tissue.

To Cami all the scars represented was that Otto was enduring. He was strong. Utterly tough in ways she could only hope to one day be. Otto had walked her through several moments where she hadn't been sure how to go on. He'd held her while she cried.

Otto was so very tough.

Smiling at the mention of his chocolate center she kissed him, scooting closer so that she was all but in his lap. Her accent was thick as she all but purred at him. "You're a treat, Otto Graves. Just a little sinful and..." A finger skimmed down his chest. "Delicious." The offer was clear in her voice, in the way she leaned into him, the way she kissed him.

Would he accept?

If furniture could talk (and it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that one day it could) then Otto's couch could tell some of the steamiest stories on all of Deus Island. Cami had worried that when this moment finally came between the two of them it would somehow change everything for the worst. Something would just flip a switch that was inherently bad instead of simply adding another facet to a relationship that was necessary to her happiness.

When the haze of pleasure faded from her mind Cami was lying on the couch with Otto's head buried in her generous bosom. They had laid this way a thousand times before. She'd actually woken up like this many a time only instead of a haze of sleep, this was the delightful buzz of post-coitus. Fingers skimmed through blond hair as she snuggled as close as could be managed. All things considered (hip size, Otto size, size of the couch) it was pretty damned close.

It didn't feel heavy. It didn't feel awkward. It just...was. It existed as nothing more than a delightful memory to add to the many others she had of him. "Love you." The words slipped out, quiet, before she could stop them.

There was a part of her that wanted to say that this was a one-off and they were done. The question had been answered. The itch had been scratched. Cami knew what it was like to have Otto as a lover. But, really, she only knew how it was in one particular instance. There were many, many instances that could be thought of. Explored. His light kiss turned into a deeper one as she leaned into it when he tried to draw back.

Nails bit lightly at his skin as she refused to let go, eyes gleaming with a rather insatiable sex drive as she looked up at him. "So...did you have any plans this afternoon?"