"Good morning." A voice whispered from above her as she began to stir. Disoriented, Allison Cameron sat up in bed and looked frantically around the room. She honestly couldn't for the life of her remember who she had gone home with last night, but when she laid eyes on the woman placing a cup of coffee on the night stand; it wasn't regret that filled her. She had somehow found her way into Remy Hadley's bed last night.
"Did we… How drunk was I?" She blushed, carefully rubbing her sleep filled eyes while avoiding the makeup she knew she hadn't taken off.
"Yeah, we did. It was good." Thirteen grinned down at her, winking sarcastically. Allison leaned back against the headrest of Thirteen's bed, her hangover headache starting to kick in. She didn't know whether or not to think the younger woman was joking, considering her past history of bringing drunk women home for one night stands.
"Really?" Allison furrowed her brow, looking down to realise she was, in fact, wearing a shirt she did not recognise as her own.
"Of course not. Cameron, we're friends. Do you really think I'd take advantage of you like that?" Thirteen asked, sitting down next to the blonde.
"No… not unless I initiated it…" Cameron shrugged, reaching for the cup of coffee.
"Would you have had a reason to have initiated it?" Thirteen's sarcastic grin was back as she poked fun at the pretty woman in her bed.
"Did I have a reason to throw Chase up against a wall a few years ago and initiate what has turned into this wreck of a marriage? No, I was high." Allison shrugged.
"Well, you were drunk off your ass last night. I practically had to carry you to the car. I wasn't about to take you home and leave you there alone, even if I knew where 'home' was. And just so you know, you did try to kiss me. Right after you told me you were high the first time you slept with Chase." Thirteen chuckled, remembering the event.
"You're so pretty. Did you know that? Your eyes are like marbles. Really pretty blue ones. Or green. Did you know you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen? Can I kiss your eyes with mine?" Cameron had smiled like a fifteen year old girl as Thirteen had helped her into the back of the car and wrapped her jacket around her.
"Thank you, Allison. You're pretty, too. But you're also drunk, so I don't think I should let you kiss me right now." Remy pushed the blonde hair back out of the woman's face, trying to soothe her and get her to calm down.
"Why not? That's how I married Chase. I got high and had sex with him. Maybe we should have drunk sex and get married." Allison shrugged, wrapping her arms around Thirteen's neck.
"I don't think that's such a good idea…" Remy had whispered as the blonde drew closer to her lips.
"You don't like me, do you? I knew it." Allison frowned.
"Allison, I like you. Believe me, I definitely do. And I can only say that because you won't remember it tomorrow. You're straight, honey. You'd just regret it in the morning, and I'd be heart broken." She smiled, a tear running down her cheek as she realised just how intense her feelings for the blonde were.
"Don't cry." Allison whispered, wrapping her lips around Thirteen's. Remy didn't pull away, letting the taste of tequila and a strong tongue enter her mouth. She fought against herself, trying to stop but not really wanting to. Eventually she gave up and let the kiss go on until Cameron had grown tired of it and pulled away.
"Allison, I should really take you home now." She whispered, laying the blonde down across the leather seats.
"I think I'm in love with you, Thirteen." Cameron mumbled as she released her grip on the brunettes neck.
"And I think I'm in love with you… Please, close your eyes. Sleep." Remy whispered, kissing the top of Allison's head before stepping out of the car. She shut the door behind her and leaned up against it, trying to pull herself together only to cry more.