Disclaimer: If I owned House M.D., I wouldn't still have student loans.

A/N: So, if it wasn't clear, Thirteen is my favorite character on House M.D. (other than House himself). In this fic, I've decided to deviate from my normal pairing of the two in favor of Thirteen/House friendship and Thirteen/OC romance (I'll be starting a series of Thirteen/House one shots as well sometime soon). The fanfic is set in season 5 right after episode 5, "Lucky Thirteen." I will be incorporating some dialogue from the canon episodes, so consider this my copyright notation lol. Also, like my other fics, I've rated this fic T, although it will definitely have an M scene here and there. I will bold face these M-rated sections and include a warning before each of them so feel free to skip over them if you so desire.

The title, by the way, is from the song "Sensual" by TVA

Without further ado:

Chapter 1

As the door handle to her apartment finally jiggled open, Remy Hadley found herself being pushed back into her apartment, her lips never disconnecting from the woman who had her body pressed tightly against her. With the door closed, she wasted no type in pursuing her goal and grabbed the hem of her counterpart's black tank top, yanking it off to reveal her braless chest – small breasts that she quickly grabbed as she pushed the stranger up against the wall, illiciting a surprised gasp from the blonde as her back made contact.

Control. House had been right. These trysts were nothing more than a desperate grappling for some sense of power as the rest of her life kept spiraling. It wasn't that she wouldn't give it up after her near-expulsion from Princeton-Plainsboro – it was that she couldn't. Which is why she now found herself in the middle of yet another one-night stand with someone picked up at a swanky lesbian bar a few blocks from her brownstone. This woman was different than her typical gorgeous femme conquests (another thing House was right about – she liked the challenge). This one was more androgynous, almost stick-thin and lanky with short messy platinum blonde that Remy yanked on, eliciting another gasp. The fleeting thought of Shane and the L Word crossed her mind, almost making her chuckle. Sure, this girl vaguely resembled the boyish queer Casanova, but that certainly didn't mean Remy was going to let her be in charge.

That proved more difficult when she felt the blonde suck on a particularly sensitive spot behind her eye lobe, and she stifled a moan before drawing her own lips down the woman's neck, nipping the skin before sucking hard.

"Stop. No marks. Work," the blonde said in a raspy voice that betrayed her arousement. Remy frowned. No fun. That said, she stopped her ministrations and grabbed the girl's hand, leading her down the hall into her bedroom. Flicking on the lights, she grinned playfully before placing her hands on the blonde's hips and guiding her backwards until her legs hit the edge of the bed. The girl looked up at her with a seductive smirk, kicking off her shoes and brushing some of the messy waves out of her hair before settling back on to her elbows.

[M-content follows until page break] Remy brought her hands to the button of the girl's deep turquoise skinny jeans and undid them with a practiced hand before pulling them and the boxer briefs beneath them down in one yank. The blonde quirked an eyebrow. "You certainly don't waste any time."

"Nope." She omitted the fact that she didn't have much to begin with.

"You've wearing an unfair amount of clothing," the stranger said, interrupting Remy's less than pleasant thought by pulling her on top of her. Quickly but carefully unbuttoning the brunette's shirt – which Remy silently appreciated, having lost one of her favorite blouses to its being yanked open by another conquest – she kissed the pulse point on Remy's neck before nibbling it slightly.

The doctor pulled away. "Eh," she said playfully, placing her finger against the girl's lips, "Work."

The blonde chuckled. "Touché," she muttered, as she unsnapped Remy's black lace bra and began to occupy her mouth on Remy's pert breasts, lazily dragging her tongue around one of the nipples and sucking.

Remy let out a moan at the welcome distraction. She hardly said a word to her hookups normally beyond that which was obligatory for getting from point A to point B. Or for demanding what she wanted sexually. But there was never playful banter like that. As the blonde ran her tongue down her torso towards her belly button, Remy pushed her back flat against the bed and slid back from straddling her to settle herself between her legs. Before the blonde could protest the change in activities, Remy pinned her hips down against the mattress, leaned down, and ran her tongue broad and flat right through the blonde's lips, earning a cry of pleasure. As she continued to fuck her, Remy grinned to herself when she felt the girl tangle her fingers through her golden brown tresses, trying to push Remy's mouth where she wanted it most.

Far from moving to obey, Remy placed her mouth everywhere but that spot – sucking, licking, teasing. When she tired of that game, she traced her tongue in firm circles around the blonde's clit, moving faster and faster until she became undone.

"Fuck!"

Sitting up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, Remy looked down with a satisfied smile at the panting woman lying with eyes closed against her silky tan sheets. As she stood up to go wash up, though, she felt a hand grab her hip. Turning around, the blonde's bright blue eyes pierced hers. "Your turn."

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The aftermath was always the awkward part. Sure, Remy had been in her fair share of relationships – male and female. That protocol was always the same. Some post-coital cuddling before drifting off to sleep tangled with one another. Sometimes a clean up shower, usually together and in actuality with very little "showering." One-night stands weren't the same. She didn't want sleepovers. Didn't want a kiss goodbye. Again, quite luckily, the woman seemed to be on a similar page and, after they both had recovered enough in silence, she stood up and slipped back on her underwear and pants, checking her pockets for her keys and phone. "I'm going to head out," she explained, still topless as her tank was in the other room, "New job tomorrow." Remy nodded but didn't move, silently explaining that the blonde could see herself out. "Um, okay, well, this has been fun." She took a step before turning back. "Uh, call me?"

Okay, clearly not on the same page. "Uh, yeah, sure. I will."

The blonde smirked. "My number might be helpful for that. May I?" she asked, pointing to Remy's phone on the nightstand.

"Oh yeah, here." The brunette quickly typed in her passcode and tossed the cell to the girl's awaiting hand. She quickly typed in the information and tossed it back on to the bed. Remy caught a glimpse of the contact name. Sawyer.

"Cool, well, have a good night," the blonde said with a small smile and wave before she exited the bedroom. A minute or so later, Remy heard her front door open and close shut. She picked up her phone and looked at the contact again once more, debating just deleting it. Knowing she would never actually call the blonde back, she figured why not and swiped her finger to remove it. Standing up, she headed into the bathroom to wash up. She was exhausted and still slightly drunk but, knowing just how much her job teetered on the line, figured it was at least the semi-responsible thing to do. Turning on her shower, she walked over to the sink to brush her teeth while the water warmed up. As she smeared a bit of toothpaste on to the brush, she looked at her reflection. Her eyes had some fairly dark circles under them, but it was nothing that a little bit of foundation wouldn't work its magic on. She'd down a water bottle and some ibuprofen before dozing off to ensure that she didn't have a hangover in the morning. The only marks on her skin were some red-ish purple hickies on her cleavage. As long as she didn't wear a low-cut shirt, she would be fine. Sighing, she finished up her teeth and hopped into the shower.

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Remy was completely exhausted but, as pleasantly expected, not hung over the next morning. She skipped her normal coffee route and left her apartment a few minutes early. With everything that had happened, she didn't quite want to risk being late for work, and she figured that if she was the first one there, she could prepare the coffee as strong as she liked. She chuckled bitterly at the memory that just a few weeks ago she would hardly touch anything caffeinated to avoid any sort of tremors. Fuck if she cared now.

Fifteen minutes later, she pulled into the Princeton-Plainsboro's parking lot and sighed. What had started as drizzling when she left her apartment had quickly changed into actual rain, and she stupidly hadn't grabbed her umbrella. Figuring waiting it out wouldn't help much, Remy exited the car and ran towards the entrance of the hospital, quickly making it to a dry sanctuary. A few steps into the lobby, however, Remy felt her heels losing friction with the tile floor. She stumbled forward in an attempt to regain her footing and would have been successful if she hadn't collided with a body walking by in the opposite direction. Both parties landed on the ground with an unceremonious thud. Remy scrambled back to her feet and stood upon carefully, brushing off her slacks. "Jeez, I'm so sorry," Remy began to apologize, "I didn't realize the floor was so slippery. Are you— " Remy stopped short as she looked up and was met with bright blue eyes.

Shit.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think – I especially appreciate feedback at the beginning of a new story.