Time has a funny way of playing tricks upon the mind. Days turn into weeks and weeks to months when dominated by a routine. A doctor's life is dominated by routine, laced with the unexpected in every new patient to come through the doors. The profession itself was rewarding, thought trying on relationships. Especially when one mixed business with pleasure...
Christmas was always a dismal affair amongst the doctors and nurses alike in the hospital. This attributed to the fact that stress levels reached an all time high once the holiday season swept in. Spouses nagged those working in the medical profession about their late hours more incessantly than usual. Those long hours were brought upon by an increase in patients suffering from holiday stupidity. People tumbled from their roofs trying to foolishly hang cheerful Christmas lights, strained backs from lifting unnecessarily heavy gifts and trees. A groan was warranted from the medical staff each time a new holiday related case entered through the E.R. doors. Though they knew there was simply no way of escaping it. The absence of Christmas cheer echoed silently throughout the hallways constantly bustling with activity. Despite the holiday decor, no one's moods were budging or shifting into the holiday spirit anytime soon with the increased workload.
However, there was the annual Christmas party thrown by the staff for the staff. In any case, it was just an excuse for the staff to let loose, get drunks and make poor decisions. They would be too short this year after Kutner's passing and Cameron taking flight for Chicago. It was with great reluctance that several members of the hospital staff even showed up. Holiday music buzzed through the speakers repeated the same carols over and over each time a new cover. The room was covered wall to wall in Holiday decor, enough to make a person sick. But the staff who threw the party annually were known to overdo it. Not like the party goers paid any attention.
Remy 'Thirteen' Hadley looked bitterly on at Foreman and the blond girl who accompanied him to the party. He was so goddamned smug trying to appear as though he was ignoring her, but when really he shot her a victorious glance every so often in such an asinine gloating matter. Of course. She thought to herself. He picked a blond. A girl who giggled at his every lame attempt at a joke, the hot new nurse who worked in pediatrics. The exact opposite of Remy and it was driving her insane. She sighed in disgust, though, unable to tear her glaring eyes away. She sipped at her pinot grigio drumming her fingers along the Santa themed table cloth.
The familiar click of a wooden cane echoed in her ears, silently she counted the seconds until House made some snide remark at her expense. Tonight she didn't even care because unlike at work shr had liquor in her hand and impaired judgment.
"Aw, is poor Thirteen sad that Foreman is fucking the hot new thing? Gosh that filthy hypocrite." His mocking tone resounded in her ears and she merely rolled her eyes.
She turned to face the aging man who failed to shave for third day in a row. House tilted his head in her direction resting both hands upon his cane. "No, but thank you anyway for that fascinating observation. Foreman can do whatever he wants. He broke up with me." She answered matter of factly taking another sip of her drink.
"Indeed he can. Maybe if you're nice to him you can be included in their night's escapades." His answer came with that same condensing House tone she had grown so accustomed to.
Thirteen rolled her eyes turning in her seat to face her boss. "Fuck off House." Telling your boss to fuck off was probably not her brightest idea, but she had the confidence from the vodka that brought upon the remark. There was plenty more she wanted to say in that moment. Casually mention him trying to dry hump Cuddy on the dance floor even with the bad leg. She bit her tongue for that part figuring it would not end up well once she was due at work come Monday.
"Such foul language for such a pretty girl. No wonder Foreman dumped you." With that House clunked away in search of Cuddy if only to harass her for the better part of the night.
Robert Chase spotted the young Dr. Hadley sitting alone and it did not take him long to deduce whom she was staring at. He too was feeling the effects of spending the holidays alone and it appeared as thought they finally had a common ground. Granted, her wife hadn't left her, but Foreman broke up with her for his career. His approach was calm, they were friends after all and shared a silent understanding of heartbreak. Casually, he slid into the seat next to her sipping at his bourbon.
"Does it bother you that Foreman is fucking that new nurse while you watch?" He asked bitterly.
"Does it bother you that your wife took off for Chicago and left you behind?" Her reply was laced with an equal amount of bitterness. He was just trying to get a rise out of her so he wouldn't feel so alone in his misery.
"You didn't answer my question."
She turned in her seat to face him. "You didn't answer mine."
Their eyes locked in the fiercest of stares. One could cut the sexual tension threaded between them with a knife. They were both lonely, both struggling. Maybe it just made sense. Slowly, they began to gravitate towards each other. Lips, body, hands everything. Then she stopped, a sudden rationale floating into her conscience. He was Chase and she was Thirteen. And yet, somehow it made sense. He dove for the kiss, but Remy moved her sideways causing him to miss. Her lips to his ear she whispered, "Not here," and pushed him back.
He stared at her with a wide look, seemingly confused. "Wha-?" He raised a brow but she was already gathering herself out of her seat.
"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be back shortly." It was something so innocent, but her seductive wink at the end told Chase it was more.
His eyes followed her curves as she made her way through the crowd and eventually disappeared. Chase was up soon after, following the invisible footprints she left behind. No one noticed that they took the same path to the same bathroom. Or that fact in the room they ended up in was not even a bathroom. Everyone was intoxicated and everyone was only worried about themselves. The door had been closed but for a moment before Chase threw it open and entered the dark room. The subtle, familiar smell of her perfume filled in his nostrils and he could only hear her breathing.
"No one at work can know about this." She stated in the darkness.
Chase answered darkly, "no one ever has to find out."
Instantaneously, their lips crashed together in a hot, dirty, open-mouthed kiss. His lips were everywhere all at once She pushed his blazer from his shoulders and began undoing the buttons of his shirt but she could barely concentrate. Nipping at her lobe and then her neck sucking there lightly. She prayed she would not have a mark to bear in the morning but at the present moment she could not think of anything else but his lips and sweet assault upon her body. Her dress, a short, tight emerald number was hiked up around her hips. Nimble fingers found her belt buckle, undoing the clasp. As she fiddled with the snap to his slacks, her hand brushed against his hardness causing him to moan into her mouth. Chase preferred romance. He liked the nice setup, roses, dinner, a bed. Times were different now. Their frantic motions were exactly what he needed right now.
His index finger hooked under the string of her thong and it was ripped down her legs and tossed carelessly aside. "You're holding back Thirteen." He grunted running his hand up the inner of her thigh. She groaned in frustration, begging him to touch her. He chuckled and his finger circled her entrance while his thumb brushed ever so lightly over her folds. She tossed her head back, wanting, needing the feel his contact. He plunged a finger into her working in a slow, agonizing pace while the pad of his thumb ran over her clit. Her moan was stifled by his lips reconnecting with hers, his tongue barging in her mouth to meet hers and twine in a complicated dance. A second finger joined the first curling upwards to hit her most sensitive spot. She collapsed into his body his fingers still working in and out of her. He dropped to his knees replacing his fingers with his clever mouth, running his tongue along her folds. He pressed it inside her, darting it in and out adding one finger. She was jello in his hands.
Once she could retain a coherent thought, her hands snaked down to his boxers where his erection was pressing against her thigh. Deviously, her hands snaked beneath the silk fabric running over his rock hard length. She teased him with slow strokes along his length. He had enough of that quickly and took matters into his own hands. He pulled his own boxers down, strong hands lifting her up over his hips. The tip of his penis brushed along her entrance, she whined in wanton. She needed to feel him inside her.
"Damnit Chase, I need this." She moaned raking her hands through his freshly chopped blond locks.
He shifted sliding into her, but paused. She sighed in relief as her back hit the cool wall. He began his motions slow and deliberate. It had been months since he had sex and he wanted to savor every moment. But Remy was impatient. His pace began to increase each thrust hard and deep. He captured her lips with his again tangling their tongues together. Warm hands positioned at her hips forcing to meet him thrust for thrust. Finally, his unbearably slow pace became too much even for him. He grunted and his thrusts became frantic pushing all the way to the hilt. She cried in ecstasy tossing her head back as she hit her climax. His head dipped lower feathering kisses along her chest. His thumb again stroked her clit in time with his thrusts and he could feel his orgasm building in his belly. "Chase." His name fell from his lips as she moaned beneath his teasing thumb and he too came hard slowing his pace as he rode out his orgasm. The two slumped down the wall collapsed into one another.
"That was fucking brilliant." He grunted sliding out from beneath her hiking up his boxers and slacks.
"You still never answered my question Chase." She managed between pants.
"If I get to see you like this more often, it won't bother me one bit." He answered smugly with a wink, picking up his blazer and departing the darkened room.
...
"Thirteen. Thirteen. I'm sorry were we interrupting your nap time?" House's frustrated tone broke her daydream reminiscing of her night with Chase a month prior.
"Mhm." She cleared her throat looking from the table. "Sorry, where were we?"
"We ruled out environmental causes." His Australian accent wove its way into her ears. Immediately, she could recall the way his kisses tasted and the way he felt wrapped around her body...
Remy pondered for a moment. "What about our patients heart condition? He's taking a prescribed medication that mixed with all his other symptoms could be causing the cardiac arrest." She suggested.
"No, the medication would counteract the cardiac arrest. Good try though." House corrected her his last sentence laced in sarcasm.
Foreman gave another idea, but Remy failed to hear his explanation and only moved when she saw the rest of the team rise from their seats. Chase hung back, a smirk folded along his lips. "You were distracted today." He commented walking along side of her. His voice was turning her to putty.
"Oh you noticed." She teased.
"Noticed that you've been thinking about that night a lot. You're so naughty the way you bite your lip when you're replaying it turning diagnostic meetings." His lips were so close to her ear she could almost feel them.
She refused to reply keeping her pace down the hall. "We could have a real life replay soon if you'd like. No one has to know." He whispered.
"I have a patient to check on." Was all she could manage stealing away into the elevator before he could. She panted slightly his offer still weighing heavily upon her mind. It was nothing more than just sex. A little release to combat the heartbreak they were both suffering.
No one has to know.