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The smell of fresh baking wafted through the apartment, lingering from an afternoon of baking with a thick cloud of sticky sweetness. It wasn't polite to show up at any gathering without something to offer, and Lyndsay white had been raised to be the opposite of impolite. Plastic tupperware tubs were stacked on the kitchen table, lids half open so the sugary treats wouldn't sweat in the still warm air from the oven. The windows were open, the sound system playing a country radio station that no doubt Cam would change as soon as he entered the apartment, and steam billowed from the slightly open bathroom door. 

Lyndsay had been preparing for the block party all afternoon, while Cam had helped set up the main furniture for it down in the courtyard. She'd finally decided that there were probably enough desserts to feed a small army, and shed her apron in favour of changing into something a little more suitable for a party than yoga pants and one of Cam's old band t-shirts. Upon finding flour in odd crevices as she stripped her clothes off, she decided a quick shower was probably in need. 

She was singing along to an [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8PvebsWcpto] upbeat country song [/url] when she heard the tell-tale signs of Cam's return. She smiled to herself as she heard him drop his keys onto the table by the door, switch the radio onto something he liked and sigh. He was a man of routine, and his predictability and stability was something that calmed her. She switched the shower off and stepped out of it, wrapping a towel around herself to protect most of her modesty, she padded bare footed into the bedroom, shaking her usually straight blonde hair out of it's clip, now slightly curly due to the steam of the shower. 

Lyndsay heard Cam's little grumble as she turned the corner, and chuckled. [color=8882be]"Knowing your go-to outfit for fancier things, I'd guess jeans and a polo"[/color] She didn't even have to look at the bed to know she was probably right. She stepped up behind Cam as he stood infront of the mirror, nuzzling her lips against a small scar on the back of his shoulder, her arms wrapped around him from behind, palms resting on his bare chest. [color=8882be]"Why so tense, love? Nervous?"[/color] She pressed a kiss lightly against his jaw, icy blue eyes smiling at him through their reflection in the mirror. 

[color=red]"You know me, just get a little worried sometimes. Don't want everything to fall to shit"[/color] Cameron replied as he felt his wife press up against him. The party tonight would be his first big gathering since, well since he got back from Iraq. He had worked so hard to make sure everything had been perfect for them since they moved into the Heights. Everything had to be precise, routine was what kept Cameron's dark demons at bay. [color=red]"I'm gonna shower, babe. Too bad you were just in there, you could've joined me"[/color] Cam laughed before peeling himself away from his young bride and ripping her towel off with a large laugh before entering the steam filled room. The scolding hot water felt good on his constantly aching body. Years of battle and constant training to keep his body in shape had taken a good toll on him. The water dripped across his scars with the heat dulling the pain and making him feel like a normal person again, even if it was only for a few minutes.

[url=https://67.media.tumblr.com/e23500c97cc56a30b223f25035ec1990/tumblr_nd2a5jvDvj1qa0g7uo1_500.gif]Emerging from the bathroom[/url] The former solider smiled at his wife with a cheeky grin and bright blue eyes. [color=red]"See anything you like, Mrs White?"[/color] He chuckled to himself before moving passed her and back into the bedroom. The apartment itself was pretty small and basic but it was homely. They had made some changes when they moved in, after all, everything that had been in there before belong to a dead girl, so it had all pretty much been confiscated by the police. The few things that remained were a wardrobe, some kitchen utensils and the bedroom mirror. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-DSVDcw6iW8]Switching the song on their stereo[/url], Cam moved back over to Lyndsey and pulled her close. 

[color=red]"Dance with me lady"[/color]

Ridiculous, he was ridiculous. But she loved it. Lyndsay squealed playfully as he whipped the towel from her body, reaching to pinch at his behind as he sauntered into the bathroom. She grinned to herself, allowing herself a little stretch before reaching into her drawer, grabbing out a matching pair of lace underwear and bra, and slipped them on. She busied herself while he showered, settling herself down onto the edge of the bed, she ran a brush through her hair, applying a little makeup, but no more than she usually wore. She stood to retrieve the rest of her clothes that she'd laid out, and only managed to slide her arms through the sleeve of her blouse, before Cam pulled her towards him. 

[color=8882be]"I'm trying to make myself presentable, do you mind?"[/color] She emphasised let her soft, southern drawl at the end of her sentence, pretending to be outraged as Cam [url=https://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly070c8rK41r1amg0o1_500.gif]spun her towards him.[/url] Her arms wrapped up around the back of his neck, fingertips sliding themselves up into the back of his hair.  She pressed a light kiss against his lips and let him lead her in the slow dance. Glancing over at the clock after a few minutes, she nudged her nose against his cheek, opening her eyes. [color=8882be]"We have to be down there in 15 minutes."[/color]

[color=red]"Fine, spoil sport"[/color] Cameron kissed her deeply before letting go. It was time to get ready for their party and as always, Cam would go simple and effective with his jeans and polo combo. The jeans were a dark blue with a dirty tint to them and his simple black polo shirt worked well to accentuate his ripped torso and physique. He wasn't as physically imposing as his fellow marine David but he was leaner and more defined.  He combed his dirty blonde hair to one side and applied a mixture of face and skin scream. Hey, a man could take care of himself too. Once dressed, he turned to see his wife had beaten him too the punch. [color=red]"Damn, Lyndsey you look amazing. I am one lucky bastard"[/color] He grinned before taking her hand. [color=red]"Shall we?"[/color]

While Cam was busy getting ready himself, she slipped on her own outfit, even though California wasn't as scorching as her hometown was, she still appreciated the hot weather, tugging on a pair of cute jean shorts and a black lace shirt, clingy and low cut enough to make her feel a little risque, but modest enough for a married woman. She clipped an old necklace around her neck, one that Cam had no doubt gotten her as a "I'm sorry I'm leaving for a tour present" and ran her fingers through her hair, messing the loose curls a little. She spritzed on a little perfume and turned back to Cam. She rolled her eyes a little at his comment, but a grin curled over her lips anyway. [color=8882be]"Let's. Wouldn't be a block party without the Whites. Who..." [/color] She laughed softly as she looked down at both of their outfits. [color=8882be]"Have both chosen to wear black"[/color] She grinned up at him again, lacing her fingers with his. [color=8882be]"I'll run back up for the desserts later, for now, let's go win [url=http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=198628269] the cutest couple award." [/url]"[/color]