83 - Morning the World Changed

*Mezcal is her drink. She doesn’t get a hangover, but she does get drunk off her ass. Or more accurately, drunk out of her clothes. - Trevor*

On Friday, Camille had received an email and text message stating that all classes would be moving online due to Coronavirus. She only had one class that day and the professor canceled the class as he worked out how to teach virtually. She had not really given much thought to it since her mind was focused on her date with Darkness.

Saturday became a blur as her friends surprised her, and then they had a deep throat contest, and she had a bottle of Mezcal. On Sunday morning, she opened her eyes to find herself back in the cottage with a lovely tenderness between her legs.

With the sun streaming through the window, she stretched her body as much as she could while Darkness held her tightly to him. Stirring behind her, he pressed a kiss on the back of her head.

“Good morning,” he said with a voice rough from sleep.

She hummed as she turned to face him. Resting her hand on his shoulder and her black diamond sparkled in the morning sunlight. Unable to help herself, a smile crept across her face.

“Good morning.”

“Hungry?” he asked with a light kiss to her forehead.

“I am,” she said just before her stomach growled. A blush crept up her cheeks as she laughed.

Chuckling, he rolled on his back, taking her with him. Her legs fell limply on either side of him under the light-weight comforter. Laying her head on his chest, she could not help the soft, contented sigh that slipped out between her lips.

“I think that we should go back to the clubhouse and get some showers and then go get some breakfast.”

“No cooking lesson this morning?” she asked, turning her head and resting her chin on his dark chest.

Keeping one arm around her, he moved the other one up to tuck it behind his head. Her eyes traced the muscles in his arm that bulged under his inked skin. Without realizing it, her tongue dipped out between her lips, causing Darkness to let out a light growl.

“Not today, *ma belle Lumière*.”

“IHOP?”

“Either that or the café? The musketeers and the others are still here too. Which one do you think that they would like better?”

“Hmmm… Let’s do the café,” she smiled at him as her stomach growled again.

“We need to go feed that monster before we go shopping.”

Lifting slightly, her hands moved across his chest to rest under her chin. “What are we shopping for?”

“If we’re moving in here once the painters are through and the appliances are installed, we need to get a few things.”

“What are you thinking?”

“Towels, dishes, furniture for the rest of the house. And we need to negotiate a contract.”

“Contract?” she whispered.

“We should not have played without a Dom/sub contract in place.”

Tears filled her eyes as she moved up to kiss him. “Dom told me to never settle for a Dom who did not insist on a contract and a safe word.”

He shifted and caressed her cheek, leaning into his touch, she closed her eyes. “She’s right. It’s very important that the roles and the rules are laid out.”

“I’ve never …” she blushed.

“I know,” he smiled at her. “But I have. I called Isreal and he sent me a blank contract that we’ll go through later. But for now, let’s go back to the clubhouse and get showers and head for some breakfast.”

Her stomach growled loudly, and she buried her face in his chest as they both laughed.

“Babe, I felt that! We had better feed you before the monster in there decides to make its way out.”

Looking up at him, she smiled sheepishly, “What did I wear home last night?”

“Hmm, I like that.”

“What?”

“That you consider this home,” he whispered as he stroked his thumb across her cheek.

“Isn’t that why you got this place?”

“Yes, until you’re ready to go home to Massachusetts. Then we’ll find us a home up there.”

Smiling, she moved to kiss him again. “You would really go up north for me?”

“I’ll go wherever you want to go,” he assured her.

“How do you feel about living on a farm?” she asked with a grin and bit down on her bottom lip.

“Do I have to farm anything?” he asked, sliding his dark fingers into her pale hair.

“Only if you want to. Priscilla wants us all to live on her farm together. On a cul-de-sac like the trio have.”

“The trio? They have the tattoo shop, right?”

“Yeah, just about all of her family live out there and we all call it the Lowery Subdivision, but I think that the sign just says Lowery Farms,” she explained. “Please tell me that I did not come over here in nothing but my bare ass.”

“No,” he chuckled. “I put you in a T-shirt and a pair of jeans.”

“Um, do you know where Priscilla stayed last night?" she asked with a small grin. “Who’s room?”

He shook his head, “No, she was still partying when we left. Why?”

“She has a tendency to steal hoodies,” Camille explained.

He chuckled again. “Go get dressed, your clothes are on the bench,” he pulled her up for a kiss. “I’m going to go see if Tink is ready to come in.”

“Come in?” she asked as she moved off him.

“I let him out in the backyard about an hour ago,” he explained as he rolled out of the bed. “He likes being able to run around without having to be in a leash.”

Camille gave a soft sound of appreciation as she watched him walk out of the bedroom and down the hall without a scrap of clothing on him. She found one of her TRHS Swim and Dive team shirts and a pair of jeans on the bench. As she was pulling on her jeans, Tink came running down the hall, his little nails scraping across the floor.

“Hi there, sweet boy,” she pulled on her shirt and then knelt in front of the sleek Doberman Pinscher who rolled to his back, exposing his belly for good boy belly rubs. “Are you enjoying the yard?”

The dog gave a happy arr-ouff as she scratched his belly and neck.

As she gave her dog attention, Darkness came back into the room to get himself dressed. When he was dressed, he sat down on the bed to pull on his socks and boots.

“Whose flip-flops are these?” Camille asked as she stood up.

“Are they not yours?” he asked, looking at her in confusion.

“No,” she giggled. “Did you steal someone’s shoes?”

“I guess I did,” he chuckled.

“Oh, well,” she laughed as she slid her feet into the dark purple flip-flops, “we’ll return them when we get back to the clubhouse.”

“You know, I’ve driven your Jeep quite a bit over the past few days.”

“You like it, don’t you?” she asked as she went around and stood between his legs.

“More than I thought that I would,” he admitted, resting his hands on her hips and tugging her in closer.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to give him a kiss. Her stomach growled again, and they laughed as she blushed.

“Okay, let’s go feed you before we have a repeat performance of Alien,” he stood up and turned her towards the door. “Come on, Tink, let’s go for a ride.”

As Darkness locked up the house, Camille opened the back door to the Wrangler and the dog jumped up into the backseat. Happily, he gave a few yips as Camille and Darkness settled into the front seats.

“Okay,” he said as he drove out of the subdivision, “I’ve been dying to ask. What is up with all the ducks?”

“It’s a Jeep thing. You leave a duck on other Jeeps as a way of saying nice ride. When you get your first one, you are in-DUCK-ted.”

Twisting in her seat as he drove out towards the clubhouse just outside of town. Grabbing the plastic ammo can she pulled it into her lap and opened the top. Producing a custom duck with a QR code on the breast, she held it up for him to see at one of the stop signs.

“We also use them for advertising our services. The QR takes you to our website.”

“That’s smart,” he pulled up to the gate and found Santa working the gate.

“Little girl, that friend of yours has been trying to get in touch with you,” Santa told him.

“Thanks!” she called out as they rolled through.

Entering the building, Priscilla looked relieved to see them. “They’re closing everything down. We’re going to have to move all the stores on-line only.”