maybe you were shot down in pieces
maybe i slipped in between
but we were gonna be the wildest, the wildest
the wildest people they ever hoped to see
just you and me

Recovering the Satellites
Maybe you were shot down in pieces, maybe I slipped in between, but we were gonna be the wildest people they ever hoped to see, just you and me. Five ways Cameron and Sam almost had sex.

[ If it weren't for the respect and warm affection in his voice, she'd wake up enough to tell him what happened to the last man who called her 'baby', but there isn't any condescension there at all. More like she's made it onto his list of people to have pet names for, which is totally charming, in a demented kind of way. ]

Kindness Falls Like Rain
The conversation that comes after.

[ There's something about him that keeps her from being able to lie, even to herself. It's as though he demands such a high level of emotional honesty from everyone around him, himself included, that it forces her to drag things out of the damp darkness of her subconscious and spread them out to dry in the sunshine. ]

Colorblind
Cam's half exhausted, Sam's half asleep, and none of it really matters. Adult and explicit.

[ He smiles, tasting the shape of it through the dark and exhaustion, and slides in behind her to spoon up against her warm and naked back, nuzzle at the tiny prickle of hair underneath her ear. ]

Nesting
Maybe it's not that Cam's been resisting putting down roots; maybe it's just that he's been waiting to do it right.

[ Cam's still got his apartment downtown, but she supposes he won't stay there for long, once his lease runs out and he can finish making the new place livable. She's the only one who's seen pictures; Cam insists he isn't going to be one of those obnoxious homeowners who keeps everyone around him bored to tears with the progress of his rehab. ]

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