fandomhighdorms | In the gym...

"Frell you, Cammie." She spits a mouthful of blood. Reaching back with her free arm, she claws for anything she can reach. Grabs his arm and tugs, as hard as she can. It's barely enough to set him off balance, but enough to give her more wiggle room.

She tries to roll over, wants to see his face. So she can imagine the other Cam is hitting her. After all, she deserves it. But he's got her trapped. So she resorts to cheaper tactics, more sex, and making little aroused-sounding mews.

[[OOC: *dies* She's so frelled.]

Camulus' eyes were watering. This was an unpleasant situation. In a number of ways. As much as the Goa'uld was enjoying this, his host body was enjoying it more. He pulls away to try to break contact, allowing her to roll over onto her back. At the unsettling sounds coming from her throat, he snarled silently, his eyes flashing, and drew his fist back for a viscious downward swing.

She lets him hit her. It doesn't matter. Nothing matters now. Pain explodes in her face. For the thousandth time.

She writhes against him, taking advantage of the Gou'ald's obvious unfamiliarity with his host's body. He doesn't hit her again, yet. Forcing herself up onto her elbows, she winks at him. "Ready for round 2, Cammie?"

He snarls. "I surprised you're still conscious. I prefer my conquests to at least make an impression."

[[OOC: I think we need background music for this brawl. I vote for 'Black Betty']]

"I'm not one of your peasants. You're going to have to do a lot more than hit me to conquer me."

[[OOC: *laughs* sure]]

Camulus grabs the back of Beka's neck roughly, noticing the way that her head lolls slightly. He was furious. Nothing he was doing had an effect on her. He was . . . he was . . . frustrated. He jerked her head up so it was spare inches away. He could smell the coppery blood that stained her face and ground below them. And for once he did what his host was screaming in his mind to do.

He kissed her. Roughly. It wasn't a mark of affection; it was just another assault.

[[OOC: Is that okay? I don't see where this could go except le sex. *sings to self* Oh whoa black Betty, ram-bo-lam . . .]]

This. Finally. She'd known. Waited for it. Wanted it even. Deserved it for believing for a few minutes that someone like Cam could care about her.

The ice around her heart melted. She hurt.

She wrapped her hand around the back of his head. Pulled him down, hard. Then she sank her teeth into his lip, not stopping the kiss, just make it more fitting.

*Janet has been walking the hallways, looking for Beka, Aeryn, Crichton, Cam, Parker...anyone, really, and now she thinks she hears Beka's voice*

Beka? Are you in there? What the hell is going on?

OOC: Let me know if you want interruption, or not? :) It all depends on how comfortable you are with how the scene plays out.

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Camulus abruptly realises just, as the local idiom put it, what the fuck he was doing. He drops Beka's head so hard it impacts solidly with the floor and stands with a swirl of his kilt, breathing heavily. His cheek is smudged with blood and his eyes flash as he glares at the intruder.

"YOU!"

[[OOC: CAPSLOCK OF ANGST! Rescu'd!]]

[OOC: I wasn't uncomfortable about the sex itself, just about totally breaking a couple without the other mun's consent. *G*]

Beka takes the opportunity to crawl to her feet. She has enough strength left for one move. In a flash of anger, for herself and everything that's happened, she kicks out, just as she had when the battle began. Clips his face, and they both fall. "Action, you snake bastard."

Then she grins weakly at Janet. "Hey."

Camulus rolls to his knees and climbs to his feet, still breathing heavily. He straightens with only a slight effort and kicks the prone Beka solidly in the ribs. "Tau'ri bitch," he snarls.

Beka grabs her ribs, not faking this time. She pants out: "Unless Tau'ri means mother of the baddest mother-frakking race this side of Andromeda, the next time, you will eat your words."

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She spares a glance at Beka. "You okay?" Time enough to do a thorough medical examination later.

"Yeah. But you didn't hear that 'mother of a race' thing. OK?"

[OOC - moves from here to departure?]

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Janet is standing in the doorway. Her jaw sets in anger and her eyes harden as she damns the school for not allowing her to carry a weapon. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" She barely resists the urge to call him a snake, a completely unscientific epithet she had frowned upon in Colorado. Understand your enemy, study it, dissect it if need be, but do not diminish it. "Get the HELL away from her!"

She strides forward, towards Beka, but her eyes don't leave the Goa'uld for an instant.

Camulus looks contemptuously away from Beka, focusing flashing eyes on the new player. His voice practically resonates with fury. "You? You would think to command me?"

"You bet your ass I do, buster," says Janet. "You think I would be afraid of you? You think I would be afraid of your entire contemptible, pathetic, species of body-stealing thieves?" She looks him up and down scornfully. "Your kind are on the run now. The dead are multiplying and you--false god that you are--are now here. You've gone from ruling thousands to having to earn your keep."

She's only a few feet away by now, keeping an eye on Beka in the periphery of her vision, but her fury is focused solely on Camulus.

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[She just asked if you were insane after he left. Prolly we should head for the clinic. Just spotted Aeryn in the hall, so it mightn't be bad to drop in on her.]

OOC: Janet is ALWAYS willing to face down a Goa'uld.

And don't know about the guys wanting to let her fry. Because I don't know about the IC situation at all. And therefore I will barge in and be petite!cranky!Janet.

[[OOC: Go for it! *will follow your lead* *would actually be really intimidated by petite!cranky!Janet*]]

[OMG, *dies*, Camulus/Beka/Janet... dude, if Cam's mun wants them over, we so have to do this again. *with* sex. ;)]

(OOC: Wow, but-- The one person in this school (okay, the one person in this school from the SciFi Channel crowd) that Janet would never, ever, ever, ever sleep with, though? Is Camulus. She has a total hate-on for all Goa'uld. And this scene rocks.)

OOC: Hope you're having fun with this! I am.