Dr. Allison Cameron looked past the balcony of her one bedroom suite. She picked this hotel for a reason. The view was great from the balcony, especially at night when the Princeton campus was lit up in the distance.
That day it had been raining and the rooftops glistened white with moisture. It was the sort of day where the wind was slanted and the people walking along the street below were fewer and faster than normal
She had her scrubs on, just back from work. That morning she knew by the rain, wind, and cold that the clinic would be full of people with head colds and other fun bacterial illnesses. She also knew that the ER waiting room would be full of over worried parents with children who were sniffling, convinced that their child has TB or the avian flu when it was just a head cold. And she was right. She half her time reassuring worried parents and the other half trying to keep House out of the ER. When he didn't have patients it seemed he came downstairs to bug her just for fun.
After soaking in a hot bath until it got cold, Cameron changed into a cami and black sweatpants. She settled on the semi-comfortable couch to watch some TV to wind down. This had become her ritual since she broke up with Chase. Since it was his apartment, she moved out and ending up in this hotel. It had been about a week and she'd already grown accustomed to sleeping alone. It was sad to admit, but she expected to miss Chase a lot more than she actually did. She slept better at night, felt more relaxed in the morning before work, liked to come home to the quiet, and got to eat whatever she wanted without hearing a comment about how unhealthy or too spicy the food was.
She knew she should eat dinner, but she wasn't that hungry so when she was done with the TV she picked up a book that she bought a few days ago. She also missed reading without Chase interrupting her to ask a question, or interrupting her with the noise he made when he was moving about the apartment.
A few hours later she closed the book, having finished the whole thing. She set the book down on the generic coffee table and walked to the bed. She'd put her own sheets on the bed since she was wary of hotel sheets and she likes her sheets better. Chase looked at her like she was mad, taking the sheets off of the bed in their bedroom, but she bought them and he always complained they were too soft or something like that.
When she laid down and closed her eyes she smiled because she liked the cool of the sheets before they got warm around her. A few minutes later she was asleep.
A loud giggling woke her up in the middle of the night. She glanced over at the clock and saw it was almost two am. Then there was a loud thud on the wall. This was the one thing Cameron was scared would happen, staying in a hotel. People having sex next door. She thought if she waited a while it would get quieter or just stop all together, but when the giggling and thudding stopped, a woman's moaning started.
This didn't seem like the kind of hotel people did that in, but apparently she was wrong. After ten minutes of trying to drown out the noise with pillows and her hands, Cameron had had enough. The moaning was louder than ever. A fleeting thought entered her mind as she got out of bed and walked to the door. That guy must be really good.
Cameron opened her door, careful to leave it open and then quickly, but firmly knocked on the door next to hers. She could hear another thud then more giggling and one voice trying to shush the giggling before breaking out into a fit of giggles themselves.
Then the door slowly opened and someone familiar to the shock of Cameron appeared the doorway. The brunette from the diagnostics office had a cream colored sheet wrapped around her and was giggling at the woman in the bed as she turned her head toward the blonde, but when she saw who it was the smile fell from her face.
"I..um…Dr…Cameron," Thirteen stuttered from shock.
It was equally as awkward for Cameron who was looking from Thirteen to the woman in the bed who had finally stopped giggling, then back. "Dr. Hadley."
Thirteen seemed to want to say something else, but couldn't manage to make any noises.
Cameron finally remembered why she came over in the first place, "Can you…keep it down?"
"Sure," Thirteen immediately answered, readjusting her hold on the sheet.
"Thanks," Cameron nodded and quickly walked back into her room to get out of the awkward situation. She locked the door and slid back into bed. And sure enough, all the moaning, giggling, and banging stopped.
Cameron laid in bed staring at the ceiling trying to process everything she just saw. Hearing that the younger doctor was bisexual was one thing. Seeing it and hearing it put into practice was entirely another. Cameron caught herself thinking Thirteen must be really good.
She also caught herself thinking that Thirteen looked completely different a few minutes ago than when she did at work. Apart from the almost being naked thing. There was no doubt she looked good at work. Her clothes were always clean and fitted like they were made just for her, but without all the clothes the raw beauty of Thirteen showed. There was an innate sexiness in the way her hair fell and how her eyes could seem to hold a person in place, also the lean muscles in her arms and slight, elegant curve of her neck where Cameron had let her eyes discretely wander, encompassed every aspect of sexy Cameron could think of.
Her eyes are what held Cameron's attention each of the few times they spoke. The light blue of her eyes seem to hold immeasurable depth, intelligence and mystery behind them.
The ER doctor finally shook Thirteen from her thoughts and rolled over. She slipped a light sleep that was plagued by those piercing blue eyes.