The Originals

Marcels face vamped out with a small groan.

Camille smiled against his skin again, lifting her hands up to brush her fingertips against the darkened area beneath his eyes when his face vamped out.

"Careful Cami..."

Camille slowly pulled away then, pressing her forehead against his gently and asking an almost silent, "Why? I trust you enough to know you won't hurt me, Marcel."

"Well that's a mistake."

She shook her head in the negative, "I'm not denying that you could hurt me, I know you could but you won't. You would of by now if you were going to."

(( Angels? ))

"I could lose control."

Camille shook her head, "Do that face again? I haven't seen you properly... like that."

"No Cami."

Camille rolled her eyes in response to that, "Why not?" she asked quietly, "It's not like it would scare me, it's not as if I'm not caught up in everything already,"

"Because it's not a side of me I want you to get used to."

"Just let me see it, Marcel." Camille encouraged, voice soft. "Seeing it properly one time won't mean I'll be used to it."

"No."

Camille rolled her eyes at that, moving away from him once again then.

"I need to go...get breakfast."

She nodded a bit in understanding.

"Meet you later?"

Camille smiled in response to that and nodded, "Sure,"

"I'll take you for dinner or something."

Camille smiled at that and gave a nod, "Okay... What time?"

"Around 1?"

"That's more lunch then dinner," She teased before nodding, "One is fine,"

"I did say 'or something'." Marcel reminded with a chuckle.

Camille just laughed a little bit at that, "So you did."

"See you later cami." Marcel hummed before heading out.