The warlock was surrounded by mountains of books. Books on the sofa, on the TV, books on the floor and lining the walls.

She had agreed to meet with Tessa only because Raphael Santiago had asked her to. It had been over hundred years since she had last seen her, when she had changed into her so she could attend Alexi de Quincys party.

Tessa had a book clasped between her fingers and her eyes were straining to keep open, blinking every few seconds and bright red. She had tears on her cheeks and her hair was a tangled mess. She didn't look up as Camille entered, as if she wasn't even aware of her presence.

"Tessa?" Camille said, her voice a hurricane in the stillness of the room. The warlock looked up and quickly wiped away the tears, sniffing, and closed her book with a scrap of paper between the pages.

"We had a meeting," Camille said flatly, staring down at the mess of a girl.

Tessa shot up, knocking a pile of books to one side and scrambling to pick them up.

"Hold on a second," she called, half falling over a battered paper back.

"Everyhing okay?" Camille asked impatiently.

"Yes. sorry. reading marathon." She answered. "Had to..." she dropped a stack of dull coloured novels, "finish a series," she finished.

Camille picked up a book by her feet and studied the bright cover before tossing it away. Tessa winced at this, but continued to pile away the books.

"I should probably freshen up," Tessa announced.

"Take your time," said Camille who slumped down on the only chair unoccupied by books.

"Yeah, you just..." Tessa looked over at her "you just get comfortable and i'll be right back," she said before staggering off into another room.

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It took a full half hour of nervous energy for Tessa to decide she looked nice enough to greet Camille properly. Her hands we're shaking by her sides so she grabbed a book in need of something to hold.

It had been over a hundred years since she had last seen Camille, but being inside someones mind like she had been inside her's... it was not something easily forgotten.

Camille was sat on the sofa with her legs folded, staring at nothing, sat completely still. Camille was still beautiful with her coloured cheeks, prominent collar bones, such beauty she could never herself achieve.

Tessa didn't want to stare, but Camille was so entrancing, you couldn't help looking at her like a beggar to coin. However much you tried to turn away your effort was in vain, you just, or at least Tessa thought, couldn't tare your gaze from her.

She guess it all came in practice to carry yourself as Camille did, to make jaws drop and minds spin. There was something in her immortal soul that hid all evil from the naked eye, that buried her dark, twisted mind somewhere deep inside her, concealing it more than even a glamor could.

Camille looked up and - noticing Tessa staring - grinned sickeningly.

"Should we get this meeting underway?" Camille asked.

"We shall," said Tessa, trying her very best not to blush as Camille looked at her dead on. Gosh what had come over her.

Tessa took a seat over from Camille, taking her in again and was suddenly hit by an overwhelming wave of longing. She felt as If all she wanted was to move a little closer to the woman in front of her - just a little...

She held her ground, now beginning to wish she hadn't left her room. Camille began to speak and Tessa watched the movement of her lips, the way they curled on the 'o's and settled as she finished a word. In her trance Tessa had completely forgotten to listen to a word that had been so, so she just nodded.

Camilles lips quirked a little before resuming a frown.

"Tessa, are you even listening? If your not we may as well not be having this meeting at all," Camille stated.

"No. It seems such a waste of time," Tessa returned.

"Of course, there are much more amusing activities to indulge in besides to hold meetings in favour of insufferable fledglings," said Camille. Tessa couldn't do more than once again nod her head.

A wicked grin spread over Camilles face.

Fasted than the toss of a knife Tessa was pinned down to the sofa, Camille's hands on either of her shoulders, pressing her hard into the material. Her lips hovered close above Tessa's, parted ever so slightly, Camille's warm breath enclosing around her face.

Then Camille's lips were on top of her's, warm and firm and... angel, was she one hell of a kisser.

Tessa didn't know how to react, but instinct told her to kiss back. She pushed her fingers through Camille's blonde hair, pushing her head closer, even if thier lips were already smashed against each other.

Camille was on top of her now, one leg on each side of her body, but, to Tessa's disappointment, their lips were no longer connected. Camille brushed Tessa's lips with her fingertips, so gently she could barley feel it. And then she was kissing her neck.

Tessa grasped and clutched at Camille's shoulders, amazed how quickly this was progressing; Camille had been right when she'd said there were more intersecting activities to indulge in. Camille trailed a line of kisses down her neck and across her throat, each one more tender and more lingering than the last. Each one leaving her twice as breathless than the previous.

By the time Tessa was kissing Camille's lips again there was a burning fire in her stomach, one that began to consume her every moment that she wasn't kissing Camille, every moment their lips were apart.

Tessa grabbed at Camille's waist and rolled over of the sofa so that she was on top of her. She pummeled Camille's face with kisses: on her cheek, her nose, her forehead, her chin. Everywhere but her lips until Camille was groaning and pulling Tessa's lips onto her own. Tessa pulled her lips away, enjoying Camille's discomfort and instead running her hands the length of her body. Trailing her fingers up her legs to her waist and along her chest. Tickling her neck and then playing with her lips, running her aching fingers along her teeth and pulling at her lips until Camille groaned out her name.

Camille flipped them over so she was on top, and straddling her waist, began to kiss her lips again, pulling them with her teeth and massaging them with her tongue. Tessa returned the gesture, whilst running her fingers through her hair and squeezing them into the gap between their foreheads to feel her face.

With one last kiss on the lips, Camille rolled of Tessa, gasping for air and grinning crazily. Tessa sat herself up, hiding her giddy smile behind her hands.

"Well that was pleasurable, " Camille said at last. "Perhaps we shall do this again some time."

Tessa watched Camille get to her feet and refused to avert her eyes as she trudged her way to the door.

"Just so you know Tessa, you kiss like it's a day job, if you ever need some stress relief or something to do just call me," and with that she left.

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Tessa spent the next few hours tidying up her personal librery and sorting all her books into alphabetical order. It was a tough job, but it helped keep her mind of Camille. She was worried that if she thought about her for more than a moment she'd fall back onto the sofa and start kissing the dusty air.

She wanted to call Camille, wanted to kiss her all night and then all through the next day, but she wasn't even sure if Camille was being serious. Tessa rememberd what Magnus had said about her cheating on him, and decided that having a relationship with her would never be an option, but what harm was it to call up for some light entertainment. And what would Camille mind giving up a few hours of her eternal life, she seemed as if she was enjoying the kissing anyway.

After hours of debate she finally picked up the phone and dialled for Camille. When she didn't answer Tessa went to bed.

She couldn't sleep, couldn't get her mind to settle. Camille was everywhere, her lips were everywhere. And then she really was there, her lips pressed against her ear, her body flat on top of her's.

"Hello Tessa," Camille grinned.

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A/N: okay, what just happened.

I fell like there was some good writing in there, but at other points I was to focused on the kissing to be all that worried about good writing

What have I done?

WHAT HAVE I DONE?

Did this seem dirty to you? Because to me it seemed more dirty while I was writing it than while I was reading it.

Was it more or less dirty than the Ragnor x Raphael one?

Did you enjoy it?

Do you ship Camillessa because I do!

If I were to write another one-shot like this or just a generally fluffy one what pairing would you want? It can be less fluffyer brotp as well I just wanna know what you wanna read

I feel so pervy for writing this

BY MY LITTLE POODLE CAKES!!!

WAIT NO POODLE CAKES BAD! DONT EAT THE POODLES! SAVE THE POODLES!!!