Cameron let the ball go and they were at it again, and this time it was clear; they each desperately wanted to score on the other. Thirteen literally jumped into the air when she made a spectacular save, one that was so perfect, the ball flew across the table, and again slammed into the back of Cameron's goal. Thirteen pointed at Cameron's shoes. She knew it was simple, but she concluded that the buildup was worth the wait.
Unfortunately for Thirteen, Cameron scored two goals in a row, which totaled fives pieces of clothing that were removed from Thirteen's body. Cameron also went along with Thirteen's subtle movement, and had her remove her black slip-ons, the two ped socks she wore to protect from blisters, and her top. Although she sported a white, slightly see through camisole, Cameron spotted the goose bumps on Thirteen's arms as she lifted the outer blouse over her head and threw it on to the loveseat behind them.
"Cold?" Cameron asked with no remorse.
"I wont be soon."
Thirteen scored half a minute later, and gave into her temptation. Quickly pointed to Cameron's black running shorts, snapping to hurry her along. Cameron obliged and pulled them down to her ankles. She kicked the shorts up into the air and caught them with one hand. Thirteen nodded, exhibiting the "right-on Cameron" mentality. It was then she remembered she still had two other articles to assign Cameron to dismantle. She walked over to Cameron's side and studied her. She had to continually force herself to unhinge her eyes from Cameron's aqua boy shorts (which Thirteen never would have expected by the way).
She finally pointed at Cameron's left sock, and her scrub shirt. Cameron applauded Thirteen's choices by removing her sock, and her pink scrub shirt quickly. Cameron also donned a snug grey t-shirt underneath her outer wear. She grabbed the ball and was about ready to begin the game once more when Thirteen blurted an important factor out.
"What happens when we run out of clothing?" She threw the ball onto the table. "No really. I don't even have ten pieces of clothing on right now. What is going to happen when we get higher up?" Cameron shot on Thirteen's unguarded goal and scored her fourth point.
"How many pieces do you have left?"
"Aha, ok, see I'm not going to do… well, this here." She said backing up. Cameron was walking toward her, in her one socked, no pants awesomeness.
"Do what? We're just playing a game Thirteen."
"No, I was playing a game." She grabbed her suspenders and blouse, sat down on the loveseat, and plastered her eyes to the glowing TV set. "You're… I don't know what you're doing but you're not playing a game." Cameron watched Thirteen let her hair fall down onto her shoulders. "Put your clothes back on, I'm done."
Cameron walked over and stood in front of her, basically forcing Thirteen to look at her pantless legs. She bent down so her face was even with Thirteen's. "Well I'm not."
"Whatever you were anticipating doing, we aren't doing here."
"Why are you being so conservative?"
"Please, like you're a regular miss spontaneity." Thirteen said walking to the door.
Cameron was not going to take this, it was 2:15 in the morning for Gods sake! Who would ever know? She ran over to the younger doctor before she could open the door. She locked it, slammed her back against the door and grabbed Thirteen's shoulders, turned her around, and slammed her back onto the wall.
"Not spontaneous enough for you?"
Thirteen was speechless. So shocked in fact, she dropped her blouse and suspenders to the floor. Cameron took this as a good sign for herself. Taking the opportunity, she lifted her wire-rims onto her head, loosened her grip on Thirteen, and gently kissed her. She pulled away from Thirteen's mouth, but didn't dare to look at Thirteen directly in the eyes. She kept her eyes looking down in order to give Thirteen a bit of breathing time for what had just happened. Cameron discovered very quickly however, Thirteen didn't need much breathing time at all.