The Next 30 Days – Remy Hadley's Journal - Prologue
A/N: So all the amazing reviews and feedback convinced me to continue this story with the Next 30 Days from Remy's POV. This opens up all kinds of avenues for me. I think Remy was the most interesting character on House. She wasn't as well defined as the others and I was always fascinated and intrigued by her. As the old adage goes, "Still waters run deep" and I believe that of Dr. Remy Hadley. Let's see how I do!
A/N: Standard disclaimers apply – I own nothing but the words. Reviews are always welcome. And I owe special thanks JMolover13 for the encouragement to continue! ENJOY!
Day 1
Wednesday, August 10 - Princeton, NJ
2:00 AM. OMFG! What was I thinking, I kissed her. Lord, why did I stop kissing her? It was amazing and I want more, so much more. I want Allison Cameron naked and withering right here, right now. I knew if I crossed that line I could never go back, I would never want less, I could never let go. I'm a moth to her proverbial flame. I've been playing 'footsie' with her for 30 days and yet I never anticipated we would get here, that she was even attainable, that I wouldn't be able to break away. I say I want more like I'm even in control. What a blow-hard I am, she HAS all the control, she has me totally at her mercy. I realized it the moment I knocked on her hotel room door in Boston. No it was even before that, it was the moment I went home to call her that night just to hear her voice. I had options, I always have options. After the blues jam, I could have hung out at the bar, picked up a willing partner and fucked her brains out, but no, I went home to call Allison Cameron, my angel, my weakness, my Bella!
Alright, I am ramble-writing like an idiot! Just like I've always done, Journal, I will start at the beginning, so one day when my HD is in full swing I can look back and read "someone's" life story end-to-end.
I spent at least 30 minutes trying to pick out the 'right' outfit for tonight. I usually make my blues 'look' happen in 10 minutes: jeans, shirt, converse, go! But tonight I agonized: different jeans, multiple shirts, tie, no tie, vest, no vest, hat, no hat, boots, heels. When I settled on 'the look' it was good, I must admit, HOT even. I have plenty of practice, I know how to turn the ladies heads (all heads really – it's a gift or a curse – take your pick). I picked my most rad pair of dark wash jeans (all curves enticingly visible), my favorite white silk tee, my black leather vest, my favorite (most confident) suede boots and my white fedora. The black band on that hat just sets the look right.
I knew I had chosen well when Allison's door opened and her eyes crawled the length of my body in slow motion. Her pupils were dilating by the millisecond and her breathing getting shallower and shallower. It felt GOOD to be the object of that reaction. I couldn't let well enough alone, after all I have a rep to protect, I made a comment about everything being to her satisfaction and no shit, when she answered with a breathy, "God, yes!"' I almost lost my smart-ass edge. Her voice sent tingles down my spine. I recovered and shot back quickly, totally meaning what I said, "Well then, I'm glad I worked hard on just the right outfit".
Dinner was great Old Bay Restaurant never fails to deliver. Although the atmosphere was laid back, I made it a point to keep the tension slowly building between us. It wasn't hard all my nerve endings were on alert for an opening to touch her. And believe me the looks I was giving her were not manufactured, she is so beautiful and sexy. If anything I had to hold myself back as we ate and chatted.
I nailed it on stage. Playing for Allison was an adrenaline rush. Looking down at her and catching that radiant smile was intoxicating. My guitar, my special lady, was soulful and perfect, like she knew I was trying to impress Allison. I could tell by the look in her eyes that I was turning her on. I let it all hang out to snare my prey.
We got cozy in a booth while we listened to the next set of players. I made sure my thigh was pressed just so against hers. I was surprised by her boldness. She tangled our feet under the table and lazily pulled my right arm around her shoulders. Hey, I'm the last girl to miss an opening. I pulled her in closer and started whispering the names of the songs being played in her ear using my sexiest voice. I know when I turn it on my voice is the perfect seduction tool. But then it got away from me, my heart was revealing more than my brain was ready for, "you are so beautiful Allison, I love that you're here with me tonight". "You smell so good, Bella" with a well placed nibble on her earlobe. Shit, I'm getting all revved up again just writing about it. I was running on thin ice, however, I knew I had to stop or I was going to take her right there in that dark booth at Old Bay.
She took my hand tentatively as we made our way back to my car. I had to slow down, had to get control of my desire. Allison deserves more she is too special to be treated like a one-night stand, one of my "hot lesbian girls" (a la House). As I withdrew into myself, she was so cautious and soft spoken trying to draw me out. I got a quick peek into the amazingly gentle, compassionate Allison Cameron. I just couldn't ignore her I couldn't be typical cold, distant Thirteen. Remy wanted to come out, wanted to be near Allison (a moth to the proverbial flame). She was open about jumping into a quick sex-based relationship with Chase and made sure I understood that wasn't what she wanted with me. I have to watch myself, govern my normal care be damned attitude towards others with her she is not like all the others, not by a long shot. When she took my hand and caressed my knuckles, I relaxed, the tension drained from my body - I knew I had to try, had to be better, had to rise above and control my raging hormones.
And then, it happened. I was in slow motion it was like watching someone else reach out to run their fingers through her hair and bringing it to their lips. My gaze was so intense. My blood boiling in my veins, then I heard her take a nervous breath and it caused me too slow down again, to recalibrate. "Your skin is so soft, Bella", the words slipped from my lips as I traced a finger slowly along the curve of her neck "so very soft". She was fighting hard not to tremble at my touch. The pure sweetness of her actions continued to calm me down, bank the fire in my veins, I wanted to touch with respect, not take without regard. I tentatively guided her forward with my hand at the base of her neck. I brushed my lips over hers softly and slowly. The electricity flowing between us was palpable, our eyes never leaving each other's. When she started backing away, I could tell she didn't want to push me. She is so sweet. I drew her back in for another soft kiss. It was perfect, her lips moving against mine. I was careful, no tongue, no teeth. It was beautiful. I held her close, our foreheads together, there was so much passing between us. I can't even describe what I felt. "Goodnight, Bella, sweet dreams".
I'm hooked.