Allison Cameron quickly finished the Australian Shiraz left in her glass as the knocking on her door grew more insistent. Swallowing and nearly tripping over the coffee table on her way, she stumbled into the doorway and pulled open the heavy slab of oak.
"Hello."
Cameron was stunned.
"…Can I help you, Dr. Hadley?"
"Uh, yeah. I was actually wondering if you had a chance to talk-" Thirteen began, quickly realizing that the other doctor was rather unsettled by her sudden appearance at ten o clock at night "-about Eric."
Cameron understood. She'd spent enough tiresome days stuck arguing in a room with Foreman, the man who'd purposely tried to afflict her with a deadly, unknown disease. She jerked her head toward the living room, turning and heading back to the kitchen.
The living room was pretty much what Thirteen had expected, plush furniture, bookshelves lining the walls, a large flat screen TV pushed up against the wall, gathering dust.
"Can I get you something to drink? I just finished the wine, but I've got some beer in the fridge, if you'd like?" Cameron offered, ducking her head into the refridgerator.
Thirteen cocked an eyebrow at her, smirking that indelible smirk of hers, "You drink beer?"
Cameron lifted her head from its stooped position and shifted petulantly, "Chase drinks it, actually."
"Let me guess: Foster's, right?"
The blonde had to laugh at that, "No actually. When I bought him a case of Foster's on one of our first dates he looked like he was going to slap me." She handed Thirteen the beer bottle and motioned over to her overstuffed black leather couch.
"What? I thought it was 'Australia's Beer'!" she glanced down at the label, recognizing the familiar harp logo, "though Guinness is certainly not a bad choice."
The two sat down together and an uncomfortable silence fell over them. Thirteen sipped her beer, wondering how in hell she'd worked up the nerves to come here; to do what she was going to do. She couldn't help but notice Cameron fiddling mindlessly with the hem of her shirt. What she wouldn't give to rip that shirt off, touch the undoubtedly flawless skin beneath it.
"So… What did Foreman do now?'
Thirteen nearly choked on her drink. She'd been so consumed with her thoughts, being in Dr. Allison Cameron's apartment was certainly an odd occasion.
"Kutner's dead." Thirteen began, Cameron's eyes snapping to the ground when Remy tried to make eye contact. She sighed, continuing "I was there. I saw him, I- I cradled his bloody fucking head, Cameron." Her gray eyes burned into the side of the other woman's head. This other woman who would not acknowledge her pain. No one had as of yet.
"Remy, I'm sorry you had to go through that." Cameron's voice was hoarse and quiet, it sounded harsh in the tense silence that had fallen over them. She finally found the courage to lift her head, though she was disturbed to find her own hands shaking.
"Eric's not. He was there. He saw the state I was in." Thirteen chuckled sadistically and glanced down at her hands. "He turned me away from his doorstep, said he needed space during times like these. All I really wanted-" A sob broke into Thirteen's solid voice and she covered her features with her quivering fingers. "All I really wanted was for someone to hold me. To tell me it was going to be okay. But that doesn't satisfy his control habit." She dragged her hands from her face and wrapped them around her body like she was in a straight jacket.
Cameron's face twisted. "Control habit?"
"We're doctors, Cameron. We all get into that business because we need to be able to control everything, to understand everything that has to do with ourselves."
"I don't think that-" Cameron was cut off by a sharp bark of a laugh.
"Don't deny it, Cameron. You're only different because you get off on having your control taken from you." Thirteen spat the words at her, as if this very fact blasphemed her own existence.
Cameron shot up. "Dr. Hadley, you are in my house, and you have no right to speak to me that way."
Thirteen rose slowly, purposefully contrasting the older woman's rash actions, and bit her lip. "You don't believe me?" She leaned slightly forward, Cameron retreating from her advance, "Let me prove it to you."
"Dr. Hadley, I don't think this is appropriate."
Thirteen ignored her protests, turning and strolling casually toward the kitchen, the thumping of her feet on the hardwood floors entirely too casual for Cameron's liking. Finally, Remy turned. "Come here, Cameron."
Cameron's expression lightened quickly. "That's your tour de force? You think just because you tell me to do something I'm going to-"
"Allison." Thirteen snapped with surprising authority. "Come here."
Her eyes burned into Cameron's again; The blonde knew in that moment she was defeated. There was something about her cool confidence; The utter dominance in her gaze. Minutes ticked by, but slowly Cameron began walking shakily toward the other doctor with eyes fixed to the floor. Thirteen's smirk was back, this was easier than she'd expected. When Cameron was directly in front of her, Thirteen stepped so that they were less than an inch away from each other, hovering her mouth next to Cameron's ear.
"Feeling all tingly yet?" She whispered, "You can't run from me. This right here, this is why you wanted House so bad." Cameron began to protest, but was silenced by Thirteen's hand clamping over her mouth. "Unh-uh. My turn." She let her hand fall from Cameron's lips, slowly teasing them as it slipped downward. "See, with House you're challenged but at the same time you never have to be in control, you never have to lead. He does it for you. He controls you. Every little thing you did in that hospital was exactly what he told you to do, wasn't it?"
Cameron squeaked out an unconvincing "no," prompting a chuckle from Thirteen who placed her hands on the other woman's hips.
"Admit it. That's what you fantasized about. That one day you'd be in his office, just the two of you, late at night." Thirteen's fingers came up to caress the skin just above Cameron's waistband, "And he'd just do it. Tell you to walk over to him. Tell you to get on your knees. I bet you'd love it if he called you a whore while he did it."
The slight was too much for Cameron; she suddenly and violently shoved Thirteen away.
"Get out." She turned to face the wall, the mixture of arousal and anger overwhelming her senses. She wanted nothing more than to have Thirteen invade her space again, to have her consume her completely. But she would not lose her dignity for it.
The body heat returned however, this time behind her, pressed against her back.
"Or maybe he'd come up behind you in the lab, touch you everywhere." She slid her hands up Cameron's sides, feeling her shiver under her fingertips. " Kiss your neck." Thirteen began to illustrate her point, placing little kisses on her prey's neck and slowly unbuttoning her blouse. "And you want to turn around so badly, to have him inside you, but if you do, he might stop. You might never get this chance again."
Cameron's breathing hitched as Thirteen's fingers brushed against an erect nipple. "Remy." She whimpered, her hand groping for the other doctor's hip, grasping it tightly when she found it.
"And he's so damn slow about it." She slid the blouse off of her and threw it to the side, quickly following suit with her bra. "Not his normal self. No salacious comments, just his breath in your ear, his rough hands on your breasts." She tweaked Cameron's exposed nipple, the blonde's head snapping back toward Thirteen's shoulder.
"Oh please, Remy. Please." She was barely loud enough to be heard over her own breathing, and Thirteen ignored her pleas for quick release.
"Until finally, finally, he lets his hands wander and he unbuttons your jeans and slides your zipper down oh… so… slow…" Thirteen dragged the words out, the zipper finally undone at the last syllable. She slid Cameron's jeans down with her panties, taking a second to admire her ass before leaning forward and returning her lips to Cameron's ear. "Turn around, Allison."
She could feel the pang of terror rip through her. She was completely exposed, and Thirteen wasn't showing any weakness or any mercy. But she complied, slow and unsure. Her eyes began on the floor, but she looked up when she felt those eyes burning into her body again. She watched as Thirteen appraised her like an antique, examining every freckle and curve with cool indifference.
Cameron struggled for the courage to speak, finally managing "Thirteen?"
She slowly brought her eyes up to meet Cameron's, and held her gaze. "Come closer."
Cameron took a tentative step closer, prompting a frustrated sigh from Thirteen who pointed to the ground right in front of her.
"Right here."
Cameron complied, still visibly unsure of her decision.
Thirteen grabbed her roughly and jerked her up against her body, bending her knee to press against Cameron's clit. The blonde gasped and grabbed hold of Thirteen's shoulder to keep herself upright as her legs threatened to give out on her.
"Allison Cameron, I am going to fuck you senseless."
Cameron whimpered as Thirteen shoved her into the wall, immediately up against her body again. She bit at Cameron's neck, marking her territory as she used an arm to pin her wrists up against the wall. Her other hand tweaked Cameron's nipples, her entire body arching, aching for the younger doctor's expert touch. Thirteen slid her hand lower, playing with Cameron's outer lips, teasing her with the prospect of a good fuck. Cameron twisted and jerked, trying in vain to get some contact on her clit, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat now. Finally Thirteen slid a finger into her folds, already dripping with juices, and slowly circled her clit, being careful not to stimulate it. The blonde let out a whimper and threw her head back, Thirteen expertly deflecting her attempts for release.
"Stop struggling and I might fuck you." Remy bribed into Cameron's ear.
She stopped bucking her hips, going insane trying to fight her body's impulses. Muscles all over her body began twitching in strain: her thigh, her forearm.
"God, you fucking bitch, Remy. Fuck you. I need it so badly, you know I do."
Thirteen grinned.
"You need what?"
"Stop with the games! Please!"
Remy emphasized her point by allowing her finger to slip over Cameron's clit. The other woman's entire body jerked and a moan erupted from her lips. Thirteen built her pleasure up some more, sliding her finger roughly over the nub before removing it again, teasing with barely there touches and fingertip dips into Cameron's hole.
"So what was that you needed again?"
"I need you, Remy. I need your fingers, your lips. Please."
"Hmm." Thirteen pretended to consider it, continuing to tease her lover until she snapped again.
"You fucking cunt. I hate y-"
Thirteen shoved two fingers into her, effectively cutting off her complaining with a rough kiss that smothered a gasp and a moan. She worked the noises out of her, rubbing her thumb with her clit while she pumped in and out of her.
"Yes, yes. Oh fuck. I am so close. Oh, baby I- Oh."
Her whimpers became less and less coherent when finally Cameron couldn't take anymore. She bit roughly into Thirteen's shoulder, grunting her pleasure to the t-shirt between her teeth. Pleasure pulsed through her again and again, threatening not to stop, not that she wanted it to. She finally came down, finally became aware of the small kisses Thirteen was placing on her lips and face and was able to respond with kisses of her own. She struggled slightly with her wrists, which the other doctor still had pinned to the wall.
"Remy," she pleaded, catching her eye, "I want to touch you."
Thirteen's ambivalence was obvious as she slowly loosened her grip. Cameron broke free and brought a hand up to caress the other doctor's cheek, her perfect lips, down to her neck, and her soaked shoulder.
"Did I do that?" She whispered, running her fingers along the blood stains on Thirteen's white t-shirt.
Thirteen stayed surprisingly silent, seemingly unable to manage a retort of any kind.
"I'm sorry, Remy."
Thirteen shrugged and cleared her throat. "Didn't hurt. I was… kind of caught up too."
Cameron laughed, grabbing a fistful of material and pulling her lover against her once more, leaning in for a kiss.
"Well, seems like I've got something to attend to then, don't I?"
Thirteen separated them with a shove, but it was different from the others; surprisingly gentle.
"We shouldn't do this again, Cameron. Ever. No matter how attracted I am to you. It's a bad idea. You have a boyfriend for fuck's sake." Thirteen turned to walk out; Cameron reached for her, ending up with nothing but air in her fist as the other woman slammed the door behind her.