Author’s Note: This fic idea popped into my head after the last chapter of Perfect Match when Damien takes MC on a “stakeout” on the roof. Basically I just think Damien is adorable and couldn’t resist this little bit of fluff. This is also a semi-crossover with TRR based on a (hilarious) conversation amongst Tumblr friends yesterday.
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Damien surveyed their surroundings before grabbing her hand and pressing a finger to his lips. “Shhhh . . . . “ he whispered before he scurried quietly to the far wall with her in tow, pressing them both flat against the surface as they waited. “Now, we can’t just run in there yet . . . We have to wait until the right moment.” She just nodded her head in agreement, brow furrowed as she intently watched their target.
Damien watched as their subject stood mesmerized in front of the TV watching the news. After a few moments, she lost interest in the topic and moved back to her task. The scraping of metal on metal and clanking of equipment provided the perfect distraction to move unnoticed. He tapped his partner on the shoulder, then motioned towards the table in the middle of the room. He pointed to himself and then gestured that he would stay in their current position, and then pointed to her to move to find cover behind the table. She nodded once and started to move that way before he grasped her hand to get her attention. She turned around to face him, watching his eyes soften at the sight of her and a soft smile appear on his lips. He gave her a quick “good luck” thumbs up and she winked back at him before scooting slyly across the hardwood floor towards the table.
As their target continued to move about the location working on her project, she positioned herself behind the table out of sight. She crouched down and eyed her prey, then looked back to Damien for his signal. He gave her a solemn look and signaled to hold on. They waited expectantly for a few moments, looking for the perfect opportunity to strike. And then it came . . . the target walked over to the large metal sink and turned on the faucet full blast. Damien motioned towards the sink and held up three fingers, then he counted down on his hand and mouthed “Three, two . . . ONE!” and waved his handle quickly to her to move! She took her window and pounced . . .
Sophie surprised her mother and shouted “Boo!”, causing Camille to drop a large pot in the sink and shriek. “Oh my goodness, Sophie Grace, you scared me!” Camille caught her breath for a moment, then tickled her daughter’s belly with her wet, soapy hands. The six-year-old girl squealed in delight and laughed as her father walked towards his two girls with a smirk on his face. Camille looked up at him with an exasperated expression. “Damien, you have to stop encouraging her to sneak up on me! My nerves cannot take it.” She scolded him, but she couldn’t hold back a smile. She loved when Damien and Sophie played detective together, even when it meant she was the subject of their “investigation.”
Damien placed a quick peck on her cheek and chuckled. “Sorry Babe, Sophie asked me to teach her a few more stakeout tricks and you were a very easy target this morning.” He beamed at his daughter and nudged her in the side, causing another giggle. “Right, Squirt?”
Sophie smiled. “It was too easy. We totally got you again, Mommy.”
“Yes, yes I supposed you did . . . although it’s not exactly fair to attack a poor woman cleaning up the kitchen after her messy husband and daughter up and disappeared!” She shook her head. “Alright, now Sophie we need to get ready to visit Cousin Nadia. Go upstairs and brush your teeth and comb your hair.” Sophie rolled her eyes, reluctantly turning around and walking towards the stairs. “And don’t forget the toothpaste this time!” Camille called after her, Sophie waving her hand in acknowledgment as she started heading upstairs.
Camille turned back to her husband and gave him an amused look. “You know, sometimes I think you have more fun playing detective than she does, Damien.”
He moved closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “That may be true. Getting to spy on you, who could blame me?” He gave her a devilish grin and wiggled his eyebrows. She laughed.
“Alright, I’m glad you enjoyed that . . . But now, you better help me finish cleaning up.” She handed him a stack of dirty plates off the kitchen table and motioned towards the sink. He took them begrudgingly, then walked towards the sink. Camille turned to give him a swift smack on the rump for encouragement, causing him to jump a little and let out a little hoot. As he turned the hot water on and started scrubbing the plates, she turned back to the TV.
“Oooh, they’re talking about the Cordonian Wedding again!” She stood closer to the flat screen and turned up the volume. “King Liam and several other members of the royal court have accompanied Duchess Emma and her fiancé Drake Walker on the Unity Tour, hoping to rally the Cordanian nobles for their upcoming nuptials. Just yesterday the group participated in a charity polo event in Portavira . . . . “ Camille stood glued to the TV, watching intently as Damien approached her to grab the dirty pans from the stovetop.
“Babe, are you seriously watching this again?” Damien shook his head in disapproval, but snickered a little at how wrapped up Camille had been with the whole noble wedding.
“Shh, you hush Damien Nazario!” She waved him away as she continued watching. “I can’t help it. I’m fascinated. It’s like a real-life fairytale.”
“Except in a fairy-tale, wouldn’t the girl end up marrying the prince?” She waved him off again, but he continued. “I mean, I don’t get what this Duchess sees in that Walker guy anyway. He seems like kind of . . . kind of an ass.” He shrugged as he walked back over to the sink and continued with the dishes.
Camille kept her gaze glued to locked on the TV, but responded in a cool tone. “Funny you should say that. I personally find Drake Walker extremely attractive.” She turned to admire her husband from behind, while he paid her no attention. “And he actually reminds me of someone I know.” He didn’t seem to hear her, but she smiled to herself as she watched him scrub away. Prince or not, she definitely understood what Duchess Emma saw in Drake Walker . . . but Camille was more than happy with her own version of a fairytale standing in her kitchen.
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