The elder sighed and shook his head. He was obviously getting nowhere. He had obviously been defeated and he was tired. He left the council chamber and Camille released a sigh. Once again the council applauded and Camille said to Clearwater, "let's go". She led him out of the castle and out through the village streets. She did not say a word as they passed shops and houses. She finally stopped in front of a small house not far from the edge of the kingdom. She walked up the front path and placed her hand on the doorknob. A click was heard as the doorknob recognized her and unlocked. She opened the door and lit a lamp. The front room of the house was not overly large, but it contained a comfortable looking couch, a table, a lamp, and what looked to be some sort of television. To their left a door led to the kitchen and on their right a doorway led into a hall which had three doors. Behind the first was a bathroom. Behind the second was a storage closet and behind the third, at the end of the hall, was her bedroom. Camille waved her hand at the television looking object which immediately sprang to life. It showed a sunlit prairie. She flicked her hand at it again and again and each time a new nature scene was revealed. Finally she settled on a forest clearing through which a stream ran and sparkled. She then turned back to Clearwater who was standing in the room. "Welcome to my home," she said smiling.

Clearwater stared at the television-like thing, he stood there, mouth agape out of awe... Then, he turned toward her, "... Its a lovely home..." he said softly, his curious nature finally getting the better of him. "What is that....Thing...? This screen...?" he walked over to it, feeling the outer edges of it, then poking the center a bit with his finger.

That night, Logan stayed at the gravesite, his eyes focused upon the statue of the princess almost the entire time.... he had devoted himself to protecting it a long time ago... was he to go back to this? He sighed.... Just the statue bringing back good and bad memories alike, "...Where do I go next...?" Logan seemed to question to nobody, staring at the massive casket with dull eyes.

Camille replied smiling, "it's a screen that shows the most beautiful places that surround the kingdom. It's like human television, but it only shows things in nature. Much better for the mind. It's quite relaxing. I have on in my bedroom too so I can fall asleep to whatever sound I feel like". She then turned and walked into the kitchen and called back to him, "I'll get us something to eat and drink. Just make yourself at home". She rummaged around for a while and soon the sounds of sizzling and wonderful smells filled the whole house. Finally she emerged baring two trays of food. On each tray was a plateful of delicious and exotic looking foods. There was also some sort of smoothie for each of them. She set everything down on the low table and took the trays back to the kitchen. She then took pillows off the couch and set them on the ground. They sat on the pillows and Camille said, "eat up". She began to eat.

Clearwater looked at the two trays, then the two pillows she sat out, smiling at her with a thank you escaping his mouth. "That is quite interesting.... and I normally do not watch a lot of television anyway.... I enjoy talking with people.... Hmmm" he thought to himself for a moment, "After this... would you like to see our city.... I'm sure our lord would be happy to see a fairy return to the kingdom after so long...."

By that time it was already mid afternoon and Camille was tired from their battle. A yawn escaped her lips and she laughed at herself. "I'd love to, but maybe later this evening. I'd like to finish eating a take a nap before I do anything else if that's okay with you." While she continued eating she examined him. He looked reasonable having just been in battle only an hour before. She then looked down at herself and saw that she was a mess. Her hair was knotted and her clothing was ripped. She laughed at herself again and added, "I might like a bath too." She smiled weakly at him and finished eating. He was not yet done, but she stood up and said, "just help yourself to anything you need. Things should be reasonably easy to find around here". She then walked back to her bedroom where she picked out some clothes to wear and then went to the bathroom, turned on the tap and let the hot water fill the tub. She undressed and sank into the hot water allowing the hot water relax her muscles.

Clearwater nodded with a smile on his face, "I understand...." he said, eating a bit more of what he was given. He was dirty himself, his face covered in the dust from the wall collapsing, he placed a hand on his face, removing some of the dirt with his hand, "I think I might need a bath..." he looked at her, not wanting to ask, but before he could, it was too late, his eyes following her all the way up the stairs, finding himself staring at her as she walked up.... He wondered now was the time to look at her.... maybe he was tired.... and in the mood to cuddle... but he wasn't really tired... as he really did not do anything in the battle.... and alwasys had more energy then he thought he could use.

He nodded at her, unable to say anything else as he stood there frozen.... he wanted a hot bath.... but he wondered if there was enough hot water. He paused, ignoring that thought with a soft blush, waiting for her to get out at the bottom of the stairs.

Camille washed her hair and then her body. It felt very nice to be at home and clean as a matter of fact. She dried off her body and let the water drain from the tub. She wrapped herself in a lavender bath robe before going to her room, not noticing him staind at the bottom of the stairs. She returned to her room and dried her hair as much as possible with a towel. She then dressed herself in turquoise plaid pajama bottoms and a white tank top. She then went downstairs to find Clearwater. She found him standing at the bottom of the stairs. She blushed and asked, "can I help you".

Clearwater looked up at her as she came down in plaid, he blushed as well... finding himself staring at her.... But he wasn't as nervous as he was when they had first met.

Clearwater smiled, pulling himself up and walking over to her, taking her into his arms and giving her a line of kisses leading up her neck, then to her face, "... You can be in my arms.... that will help..." he said, giving her a few kisses upon the lips, starting to be romantic with her..... hoping she was in the mood.

Camille eagerly kissed him back and let him hold her. She hugged him and then said, "let me help you get cleaned up". She slowly removed his arms from around her and went to the kitchen. She returned shortly with a washcloth, a hand towel, a bowl of hot water, and a small pouch. She indicated for him to sit down on one of the pillows on the floor. She set the bowl of water on the table along with the cloth and towel. She then opened the pouch and poured some maple colored crystals into the water which immediately turned a golden color. "Take off your shirt," she instructed him. After he had done so she dipped the cloth into the treated water and then began to rub the cloth onto his back. "The crystals are supposed to help with healing and stress relief," she explained as she returned the cloth to the bowl and then back to his body. She continued to wash his torso, shoulders, arms, and neck. She could tell that he was enjoying it.

Clearwater listened to her at the offer, he rose an eyebrow, about to object to it, thinking it was too much work for her... but it was too late, having him suddenly be dragged along. He looked at the cloth and the washcloth, also the bowl, he smiled at her a soft thank you coming out of his lips again. Slowly, he removed his shirt, just as she asked him.

When the cloth first touched his back, he released a soft groan of pleasure, "....Yeah..... it is happening...." he paused, ".... but I think you are doing more for me than the liquid...." he said, allowing her free range onto his body. He blushed, ".... are... you going to do the same to the rest of me...?"

She smirked knowing that that's exactly what he wanted her to do. She dipped the cloth into the bowl again and then began to wash his face gently. When she had finished she sat back on her heels to examine him. She grabbed the towel and dried him off. "There, all finished," she said, not answering his question. She was teasing him again and she knew he hated it, but she liked being the one with the advantage. She returned to the kitchen carrying the bowl, cloth, towel, and pouch. She then returned to the room where he was reclining on the pillows. She sat behind him a began to rub his shoulders and neck, massaging them with her hands. She smiled, stopped, and nuzzled into his neck. She then kissed his jawbone and neck.

Clearwater allowed her to finish, squinting a bit as she washed his face, then laughing.... Knowing she was teasing him.... He accepted it. He sat there, obviously eagerly awaiting her to come back.... He smiled warmly as she came back.

He smiled as she came back, a soft groan coming out of his mouth as she began to rub his shoulders, ".... that feels good...." he whispered, turning a bit toward her as she went to his front... He smiled, allowing her access to his neck and jawbone, ".... Ah....." he allowed it to escape, putting his arms around her shoulders as she came closer, "... I love you...." he said, allowing her to kiss him anywhere she wanted.

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