[This chapter is a little fragmented and there's some OOCness, but hopefully nothing too serious. Also, I'm not sure I'm supposed to put up a disclaimer here, but just in case: I don't own House or it's characters and am writing this for fun only. Enjoy the read!]
"Hello there sleepyhead." Remy batted her eyes sleepily, finding the source of the voice lying comfortably under her. The same as they had fallen asleep; in a heap of tangled limbs after a night of wonderful exertion. One of the mystery hands was resting on the back of her neck, the other massaging her scalp.
"Can you turn down the sweetness a few notches." She murmured into a certain someone's throat.
The body beneath her shook a little, accompanied by a laugh. "Oh, honey, but I only wanted to wake you up so that I could make some heart shaped pancakes for my sweetheart and still be on time for work." She punctuated some key words, making her exaggerated honeysweet tone all the worse.
"Fine, fine, I'm up already." Remy lifted herself on both arms, looking at the blue-eyed blonde lying beneath her. As she got up she noted with disappointment that the hands left her neck and hair. "I think I'm gonna be sick." She stated dryly, smiling slightly.
"However was I able to resist your charms?" Allison mocked, blue eyes sparkling in amusement.
"Well, that's easy." Remy said, and rolled out of bed to make her way to the bathroom, revealing that she was wearing a black tank top and some matching short shorts, but never finishing her sentence.
"Oh," Allison said distractedly, watching the other woman saunter over to the adjourning bathroom, "right."
The brunette turned her head to the side and smirked when she saw in her peripheral vision that Cameron's eyes were on her.
As Hadley walked into the kitchen for some breakfast she was surprised to find Cameron actually baking something.
"Oh my God," Allison's eyebrows shot up as she turned her head to meet Remy's fully clothed form, "you're not actually making me heart shaped pancakes, are you?"
Allison smiled, "the heart shapes aren't coming out very well."
Remy looked genuinely baffled for a moment, her jaw hanging lower than it should, before walking over to peek at the failure, only to discover some scrambled eggs. "You had me going there for moment."
Cameron laughed heartily, "you should've seen your face."
Remy rolled her eyes playfully before referring to the eggs, "enough for two?"
"Oh, it was enough alright." Allison shot back playfully.
"What's gotten into you today?" Remy asked, smirking, before opting to just tickle the other woman into submission. Hey, if she was allowed to be childish, then so was she.
Cameron tried squirming away, laughed and generally tried to avoid Thirteen's quick fingers. Remy would have none of it however, and continued to punish the blonde for her cheekiness. When all else failed Allison finally gasped for mercy.
"Please!" She had raised her voice slightly due to the laughter.
"Please what?" Remy asked cockily, briefly halting her assault on her sides, still looming over the blonde's back.
"Please," an uncertain pause followed, "have mercy? Mistress?"
Remy turned the other woman around, unknowingly pushing her against the counter, but making full use of it and pressing slightly into the blonde. "I like the sound of that." She purred, her eyes slowly draining of playfulness. Instead of abusing her sides, she now rested her hands on them, enjoying the general feel of her lover under her hands.
Cameron watched the change in her mood and felt herself be pulled along with it, a familiar look replacing her smile. She wrapped her arms around the other doctor's neck and slowly inched forwards, eventually capturing her lips in a soft kiss. Soon the warmth and softness of the kiss intoxicated them both and it turned openmouthed and moist. Tongues met in a lazy dance, breathing became labored and came hot against their cheeks, hands started wandering insistently-
"No, stop," Allison pushed Thirteen away slightly, smiling at the blank expression on her face, "we'll be late for work." Remy blinked away her previous thoughts and Cameron could see the disappointment form in her eyes, probably mirrored in her own. They stood still for a moment, until Remy suddenly sniffed the air noticeably.
"What's that sme- whao!" She hurried to the side, braking the embrace, to save the forgotten eggs from going up in flames.
Seeing how she had everything under control, Cameron reached for a cabinet and pulled out some breakfast cereals, "I wanted something sweet anyway." She smiled sweetly at Remy, taking out two bowls as well.
Remy looked up from the sink where she had thrown the pan, and shook her head with an exasperated smile.
Thirteen looked at the white board with several symptoms written on it. The guys were standing near it, arguing which illness fitted best and ridiculing the other on a personal level. Well, the latter was House mostly. She took a sip from her coffee, arranging her thoughts while they were having a heated debate about whatever decease it was.
From the corner of her eyes she noticed a pink and white figure walking into House's office, and when she looked it appeared to be Dr. Cameron bringing in some files. Quickly checking to see if the guys were paying any attention, she went back to watching her lover arrange some of those papers into cabinets, feeling particularly tortured by the way she bend down to reach a rather low drawer.
Thirteen managed to keep on her poker face. When Cameron finally turned to look into the room, scanning it briefly, she blew Remy a kiss with a cheeky smile plastered on her face and left immediately after.
"Lesbian!" House called. Thirteen looked up, unimpressed, seemingly unfazed.
"I agree with Kutner." She said dryly, taking another sip from her coffee. House frowned. Kutner beamed. Taub rolled his eyes. Foreman stood there, looking like he was about to say 'I told you so.'
Thirteen pressed the button for the elevator, waiting patiently for it to come. When the doors finally opened she was pleasantly surprised to see Allison standing there.
They greeted each other like they hadn't been intimate several times last night, knowing the hospital had eyes and ears everywhere, and Thirteen joined her in the elevator. When the doors closed again Thirteen kept her eyes locked on the floor numbers, not trusting herself to look at the other doctor without starting something they couldn't finish. There was noticeable tension in the small room. They didn't say anything.
The doors opened and Remy took a step out of the elevator, hesitated for half a second, but managed to proceed without making herself look suspicious.
This was all it took for Cameron to know she wasn't the only one having a hard time. She smiled as she looked over a chart in her hand, only looking up to see House studying her before the doors closed. She broadened her smile in acknowledgement until the doors were closed completely. Then she cursed and cast an angry glare at the chart.
Thirteen lay on the couch of the doctor's lounge, an arm draped over her eyes. This was as close to hell as she was getting any time soon. It took only a few short and meaningless moments for her to be frustrated until the end of the day.
"You and Cameron are sleeping with each other." House's voice came out of nowhere.
Thirteen made no move to panic and stayed exactly as she was. House had no reason to believe that after all. "I'm sorry, what fantasy are you recapping now?"
"She gave you the look."
"Sure." Thirteen admitted sarcastically.
"What happened in the elevator?"
"With who?"
"Oh, don't be coy, you know you can tell uncle House when you had hot lesbian sex in the elevator."
"I'm not going to pursue Dr. Cameron for your own sick fantasies."
"You're no fun." He whined and Thirteen could almost see his face scrunching up in her minds eye. The sound of feet accompanied by a cane became noticeably more distant.
Silence.
"I know you're still there." Thirteen said.
"Pfah, you and your keen lesbian senses." He complained before limping away for real.
Thirteen sighed, not even bothering to correct him.
"I'm home!" Remy called, shutting the door behind her. Silence greeted her. After a quick search of the apartment, she knew there was no one there.
The red light of her answering machine blinked. Pressing the right button, a message started playing, "Hello, this is Dr. Cameron. Do you know why House and his friend-for-hire are following me home? It's unsettling really. I can't even take a shower or make a phone call without worrying he might be watching or listening." Cameron paused in her message to chuckle shortly. "Anyway, I already called Kutner but he didn't seem to know. Well, you aren't there, so I guess that leaves Dr. Taub."
Remy leaned her hands on the table, raising one to massage the stress out of her neck. "Damnit House."
This was one of the first few nights she spent alone, brooding.
Hadley thudded her head into her locker, keeping it there, her hand massaging the back of her neck.
"Are you okay?" A familiar voice asked.
"Go away." Was Thirteen's automatic reply.
"What?"
"You're making it worse, go away."
Still, the footsteps approached her and a set of foreign hands took over the job of massaging the stress out of her neck. Reluctantly, or maybe gladly, her own hand fell to her side limply. A sigh of approval escaped her.
"You'll make us look bad if someone comes in right now." Thirteen whispered.
"I never considered what we had bad, maybe complicated, but not bad." Cameron whispered back. "Now tell me what's wrong."
"I miss you." She blurted out. The massaging stopped and a kiss was pressed against her bare neck, earning a suppressed moan. "Even though it has hardly been a week."
"I miss you too." At this Thirteen finally turned around and met with equally sad blue eyes. Without really thinking about it she leaned in and kissed those petal soft lips desperately, forcing open her mouth with her tongue as her hands shot up to hold Allison's face gently.
For a moment she relished in the wonderful feeling, but then pulled away as if she had been burned. Remy panicked slightly, cursing her lack of restraint. Without taking another glance at the blonde she walked away briskly, leaving behind a bewildered Cameron.
Cameron searched the locker room with her eyes, relieved to find out that no one had seen them. A worried look took over her features as she was left to wonder what had just occurred.