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ten years from now [AU. drake walker x camille montespan] [part nine: tattoos and wine]

This gif represents this chapter. I can just see it. Cuuute.

Warnings: I guess sort of NSFQ (not safe for quarantine).

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Camille lay curled up in the sheets, her back to Drake. Her dark hair was fanned out on the pillows. Drake turned over to face her back. He gently ran a finger down her spine, making her shiver.

'You okay?' he murmured in her ear.

Camille nodded and turned to face him, pressing her chest up against his. She ran her finger along his collar bone. Her eyes scanned his before moving down to study his broad shoulders and chest.

'You bulked up,' she whispered.

Drake chuckled and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. 'I did, yeah. Like it?'

Camille giggled. 'Yeah,' she murmured. 'I really do.'

Drake smirked. 'Glad I can satisfy you, Montespan.'

'You're so smug!' Camille cried, hitting him gently on the arm. Drake stuck out his tongue and pulled her onto him so she lay along his body. His fingers circled around her bare back, making her purr.

'I like winding you up,' he told her, twisting a lock of her hair around his finger. 'You're cute.'

Camille kissed his finger, making Drake smile softly. He watched her through heavy eyes as she ran her fingers along his shoulders and chest, tracking her finger along his skin. Her finger stopped on his chest, above his beating heart.

'Your tattoo is gone,' she whispered. ‘I didn’t notice before.’

Drake smiled weakly. 'Not really,' he said quietly. He shifted so the daylight from the window caught his skin, showing up a silver reminder of the ink he had once had etched into his skin.

Camille traced the silver outline delicately. She had gone very quiet. Drake stroked her arm reassuringly, unsure of what to say to break the heavy silence.

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Drake aged 18, Camille aged 17

Drake sat in the leather chair with Camille by his side. She was giddy with excitement which made Drake laugh.

'Camille, chill,' he said, smiling. 'I'm just getting a tattoo.'

'It's so cool though!' Camille cried, squeezing his hands. 'Oh my god, what are you going to get? A whiskey bottle? An image of Lone Star? A heart with the word Mom inside it?'

Drake smirked and leaned back against the chair. He knew what he was going to get inked and he knew it would surprise Camille. She would either be super happy or freak out. Either way, Drake knew what he wanted.

The tattoo artist, Mat, eyed Drake with a smile on his face. Drake had told him in advance what he wanted inked.

'Ready buddy?' he asked. Drake nodded and unbuttoned his shirt. Camille's eyes widened.

'You're getting your chest done?!'

Drake gave her a wink. 'Patience, Camille..'

Camille bit her fingernails nervously and watched as Mat started to set up his equipment. Drake exhaled and reached out to take Camille's hand.

Camille kissed his cheek and sat back to watch Mat begin his work.

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'I can't believe you got my name inked on your chest,' Camille breathed, her eyes wide as she studied the new tattoo.

Drake smiled. 'Above my heart.'

Camille bit her lip and looked into his eyes. 'You really love me,' she whispered.

Drake leaned close to kiss her deeply. 'I really do.'

Camille drew back with a thoughtful expression on her face. 'When I turn eighteen, I'm getting your initials,' she told him. She leaned close to whisper in his ear. 'Between my thighs.'

Drake let out a throaty laugh. Mat rolled his eyes. 'Keep it PG, kids,' he teased. He finished wrapping the tattooed area with clingfilm and handed Drake a pot of aftercare ointment.

'Keep this well hydrated. If you don't, it'll start to dry and crack. Your girls name won't be so pretty anymore.'

Drake took the pot and shook Mat's hand. 'I'll take care of it.'

He stole a glance at Camille. 'Always.'

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Drake broke the heavy silence by rolling Camille over so he was now suspended above her body. He smiled down at her, his eyes wrinkling up in the corners. Camille reached up to graze his jaw line with her finger.

‘Probably a good thing you got it removed,’ Camille murmured.

‘I got it removed when I was 21,’ Drake admitted. ‘I figured it was time. I kept having girls ask who Camille was.’ He chuckled now. ‘Safe to say it was a cockblock.’

Camille reddened. Drake kissed her forehead and began to move down her body with a wicked smile on his face. Camille rose up. ‘What are you looking so smug about?’

Drake grinned. ‘Just checking to see if you got my initials inked between your thighs..’

Camille was about to tell him that obviously, she never did, but she was cut off by his tongue against her skin, rendering her speechless.

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Camille’s mobile buzzed with a text. Drake was in the shower, whistling to himself as he washed. Camille checked her phone and saw with a pang of guilt that Liam had messaged her.

Dinner at our favourite restaurant tonight? My treat. Love you x

Camille texted back saying yes. She untangled herself from the sheets and began to get dressed, pulling her sweater back on and combing her fingers through her tousled hair. She checked her reflection in the vanity mirror, noting that her lips were swollen from constant kissing and her jaw was red from Drake’s stubble.

The bathroom door opened and Drake came out wearing a towel around his waist. Water trickled down his chest and his hair was slicked back. Camille swallowed. She could feel the fire burning in her core as she looked at him; he always had that effect on her.

‘You alright?’ he asked.

‘I have to go..’ Camille said quietly. ‘Liam’s taking me out for dinner tonight.’

Drake’s face fell. He cleared his throat, looking away; Camille could see his jaw set as he tried to hide his feelings. She watched as he silently began to dress.

‘Drake..’ she whispered.

He ignored her.

Camille sighed and moved towards him, reaching out to take his hands. Drake stopped buckling up his belt and gave her a steady stare. ‘Camille, it’s fine-’

‘It’s not,’ she interrupted. ‘I’m sorry. This is just too complicated, I don’t-’

‘Don’t know what to do?’ he asked, narrowing his eyes. ‘I get it. Look, go for dinner. Act like the faithful woman.’

Camille closed her eyes. ‘Drake..’

‘I knew I should have cancelled on you,’ Drake muttered. ‘I knew it was going to be confusing. But I wanted to see you again, I needed to have just one piece of you, one moment..’

Camille’s hands shook as she listened to his words. Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart by both Liam and Drake. And it was all her fault.

Drake sighed when he saw her eyes fill with tears. ‘Come here,’ he said roughly, spreading his arms. Camille stepped into them and he held her tightly, resting his chin on top of her head.

‘I’ll go back to Texas tomorrow,’ he said. ‘I’m officially stepping away.’

Camille clutched his arms. ‘But-’

‘You need to sort your head out,’ Drake told her. ‘Work out what you want. I’ll still be here when you decide..’

Camille nodded, knowing he was right. She needed to sort out the mess in her head. She couldn’t string the two of them along; it wasn’t fair. They were both good men, kind men.. And she was hurting them both, even if one of them wasn’t aware. Somehow, that made it worse.

‘I didn’t mean to hurt you,’ she whispered, her voice cracking.

Drake shook his head. ‘You haven’t,’ he said. ‘I can just see you struggling and I refuse to be the reason.’

Camille placed her hand on his chest, over his heart. Drake squeezed her hand and kissed her softly on the forehead. ‘Go to dinner,’ he whispered.

Camille picked up her handbag and exhaled. Drake’s eyes remained on her as he watched her leave. He slumped down on the bed and closed his eyes, knowing he had done the right thing. But why did it still feel so wrong?

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Camille sat opposite Liam. He had ordered a bottle of wine and toasted to their health and upcoming wedding. This restaurant had been the location of their first date, known for its seafood and fine wine. Liam had reserved the best table in the place as it offered a view of the city.

‘How was lunch with Olivia?’ he asked. ‘Is she doing well?’

Camille nodded. ‘She’s doing good,’ she said. ‘Crushing it at work.’

Liam grinned and raised his wine glass. ‘To Olivia crushing it at work.’

Camille clinked her glass against his and smiled, pushing down the guilt that was building up in her stomach, coiling and twisting. She tossed back her wine and poured herself another glass. She needed to get rid of this guilt; she needed to cloud her thoughts and get rid of the image of Drake that flashed up in her mind when she wasn’t guarded. She focused on Liam, listening to him as he talked about work, his brother and how much he adored Texas.

Camille continued drinking until the room began to blur and Liam had to ask for the cheque. He took her by the arms and helped her out of the restaurant and hailed a taxi, gently helping her inside.

‘You’re so good,’ Camille told him drunkenly, her voice slurred. She placed her hand on his cheek, closing her eyes as she continued to warble. ‘Liam, Liam.. so good.’

Liam swallowed and asked the driver to take them back home.

He helped her out of the vehicle and practically carried her upstairs to their apartment. He helped her undress, gently hanging her dress up in the closet, and he placed her into their bed, making sure to put a basin on the floor so she could throw up if needed.

Liam sat on the edge of the bed and smoothed her hair back, studying her face as she slept. He was interrupted by the buzz of her phone on the bedside table. Liam glanced at the phone, seeing that she had a text. Liam checked his watch; it was 11pm. Who was texting her at this time?

He was about to check but was stopped when Camille suddenly rose up and heaved into the basin, emptying her stomach.

‘Oh god..’ she groaned, continuing to vomit.

Liam held her hair back and kissed her shoulder, forgetting about the text message she had just received.

I’ve booked a flight back home for tomorrow morning. Get that head sorted. Work out what you want. I’ll still be here. D xxx

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