Mm, little femmeslash drabble, or ficlet, or whatever you want to call it.
Disclaimer: I don't own House.
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"Oh!" The word escapes as a choked gasp.
Every muscle in the body beneath her tenses suddenly, and her back arches, lifting the petite torso off of the soft sheets. Then, the muscles relax, and she collapses. For a moment all they are is a tangle of limbs: arms, and legs, and fingers, and toes, and they are content. Happy to stay in the moment, and make it last a life time.
She detaches herself, and pulls away to admire her lover (if only for a night). She is sprawled awkwardly on the too-small bed, her hair is tangled, and matted, reminiscent of what they had just done, and a sheen of sweat covers her entire body.
She smiles, gazing up through half-lidded eyes, and in that moment, she is the most beautiful she has ever been.
Because in that moment, she was hers.
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In my mind, it was Thirteen/Cameron, but it can apply to whatever f/f couple you want.
Hope you liked it!
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