| This is the story of a seriously goofy pair of lovers. Elizabeth hopes you enjoy reading it as much as she enjoyed writing it! Disclaimer: These characters are mine. The story is mine. Mine, mine, mine! Not yours, not his, not hers. MINE!! Now, with that said, onto the story:-) Camden wondered what all the commotion was as he stepped off the Painted Lady. When he got closer, he realized exactly what was going on. A circle of people had formed around a lovely young Gypsy girl dancing in the street. Camden watched in amusement as an old lech reached out to grab a handful of her backside. The old pervert wasn't expecting the girl to kick her foot out and knock his hand away. She glared at the pervert for the barest moment before pasting a birght smile on her lovely features. Camden laughed out loud. She was a spirited, wee lil' thing. Someone tossed a coin in the direction of the up-turned hat near Preston's feet, but the coin bounced off the rim and rolled to Camden's boot-clad feet. He bent to grab it and give back to the bewitching girl, and as he was straintening himself, two small, bootclad feet came into view. He looked up to meet a pair of startling toffee-golden eyes. Blue met gold and sparks flew. Before he knew what was happening, Camden found himself flat on his back with her straddling his waist. She plucked the silver coin from his slim, tapered fingers, a satisfied smile on her sweet face. The crowd around them whistled as she rose gracefully to her feet. She made a deep curtsy of appreciation as more coins were tossed in the general direction of the battered hat. Camden climbed to his feet, "I was only going to give the coin back," he muttered as he dusted himself off while the crowd began to disperse. The little Gypsy cocked her head to the side, flashing a dazzling smile, "I know," she stated simply and began to gather her day's earnings. Camden's eyes widened a bit, but he grinned, "Shouldn't you be out picking pockets?" She whirled on him, glaring daggers, "That shows what you know, gadjo. Pick-pocketing is for children." "You seem a bit big for your britches, lass." He smiled charmingly. "Aye, that she is!" A young, dark haired man called from behind them. The girl wore a look of disbelief as she slowly turned to the man, one dainty hand planted firmly over the layers of skirts that were tucked up into the waistband of her outer skirt at her hip. "You shut your yap, you traitor!" She snapped at the man. Camden frowned a little, "Is that your husband?" He asked gesturing to the man. The girl laughed at the young sailor, "Sean is me brother, laddy!" "Laddy!" He whooped. "How old are you, lass?" The girl visibly stiffened, "How old are you, gadjo?" He voice dripped with venom. "I asked you first," he pointed out. She looked like she would spit at him, "I have lived twenty-one summers, thank you." She stalked ovver to her hat, quickly plucking up the coins and dropping them into the bowl of the hat. Camden was already learning how to push her buttons, "Shouldn't you be at home with your husband, raising babies?" She whirled on him, "I am not married!" she spat. He shrugged, "Oh, I assumed your family would have sold you off already." |
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