Sex in a Coffee Shop

Sexual Anonymous

The man's eyes were shooting fire at Damien. He had placed his body protectively in front of Cami's and her fingers dig into his jacket in fear. She was hoping this didn't turn into an all out brawl. "The lady asked you to leave and I suggest you do it. Regardless of what you need to say to her. She doesn't want to hear it."

Damien glared at the man before peering at Cami over the man's shoulder. "This isn't over Cam," he said sharply before turning and strolling out of the coffee shop. Cami let out a rush of breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Then she realized she was clinging to this man's arm and she dropped it. She ran her sweating hands down the front of her apron.

"Um...thank you. I'm so sorry about that," she gestured vaguely at the door.

"I'm just glad I was here. He shouldn't treat you like that." Cami nodded roughly.

"He just doesn't know when to leave well enough alone." There was an awkward silence as they examined each other. "I'm Cami by the way," she held out her hand. The man smirked and took her hand.

"Clark."

"I'm sorry about that again. He's an ex and..."

"You don't owe me an explanation," Clark said calmly. He smiled slightly and headed back to his seat. He placed himself back in front of his computer. Cami watched him for a minute before going back behind the counter. She made a fresh cup of black coffee and walked it over to him. Sitting down in the opposite chair she slid the cup of coffee towards him.

"On the house."

Clark looked over his laptop at the coffee then back up at Cami. "That's unnecessary."

Cami shrugged softly. "I just wanted to thank you again. Damien can be...scary. I'm glad you were here." Clark reached around and grabbed the coffee taking a sip.

"Just glad I was here." They sat quietly for a moment and Cami felt her gut clench at the thought of him not having been there. Who knows what Damien would have done. After she had left that night he'd tracked her down back at her place. He'd burst in and told her she was the worst fiancé ever. She was a college dropout who would amount to nothing and he was too good for her. The one sexual urge she'd dared to share was too off the wall for him. Rich coming from the man who'd basically beat her the night before. She'd taken his verbal barrage, shaking under his wrath.

When he was done berating her he'd said, "I just don't think this is going to work anymore." He'd taken her hand and roughly slid the diamond off her finger. Before she could blink he was gone and she'd let out a sigh of relief.

She shook her head gently trying to rid her mind of the unpleasant memories. "So what do you teach?" She asked kindly. The man's eyebrows shot up.

"Teach?"

She nodded. "Yeah I figured...laptop, tweed jacket," she gestured at him, "professor?"

The man tipped his head back and roared with laughter. It was deep and rumbly and it made Cami clench her legs together. When he finally looked back at her his eyes danced with merriment. "I'm not a professor." He continued smiling at her, not offering up any other explanation.

"Oh...ok well...what do you do?" Cami rested her head on her hand. The man continued to stare at her, his eyebrow quirked.

"I'm a journalist," he finally offered.

Cami smiled politely. She gestured at him. "Well this is very Clark Kent of you." His face straightened out. She'd been joking with him but he didn't seem to appreciate it.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to writing." Cami stood slowly. His eyes tracked her movement.

"Thanks again Clark. I'm glad you were here." She walked slowly back to the counter. Clark seemed to return back to his work and sighing Cami went into the kitchen to make something for lunch. As she munched on her sandwich she thought about tonight's meeting. As if summoned by thought Petra flew through the door. She halted at the counter looking perfectly put together. Out of the corner of her eye Cami saw Clark stand up and pack away his laptop.