Okey doke. Here's my next chapter. Sorry, but it's going to get worse for the two of them before it gets better. Anyway, keep those reviews coming, they really help, believe it or not.
Cameron stood in front of the door for what seemed like a lifetime, listening to the TV flipping through channels inside. It had been months since she'd really spoken with Thirteen, every interaction had been reduced to pleasantries and work conversations, as if nothing had ever happened between them. So much had changed since the wedding, snow covered the ground now, a sharp contrast to the beautiful sunny day she had married on. She felt a sudden burst of courage and rapped solidly on the door. It swung open, and all of her bravado quickly dissipated back into fear.
"Hi." She said quietly, quickly realizing Remy wasn't going to respond. "Can I come in for a little while?"
Thirteen stepped off to the side, shutting the door behind the blonde. "What do you want?"
"I wanted to apologize." She stared down at her hands, wringing them helplessly. "I never meant to hurt you."
"I know." Thirteen nodded to herself, eventually adding, "But you did. What is it they say? 'The path to hell is paved with good intentions?' Well, no matter what you meant to do, you ended up hurting me. If you came here for absolution, don't waste your breath."
"That's not why I'm here." Cameron took a step toward her, bringing her eyes up to meet Thirteen's gray ones. "I'm here because I care about you."
"Look, Cameron. Do whatever you need to fall asleep at night. But leave me out of it." She picked up the remote and headed back toward the couch, planning on resuming her evening.
"You want to know what I have to do to fall asleep at night?" The blonde called after her, backing herself slowly into the wall and unbuttoning her jeans. "Chase is starting to suspect things. He asks me why he's not enough for me, and I don't have an answer. He thinks I'm cheating on him." She slid her hand into her pants, caressing herself for Thirteen's benefit.
Remy watched her, licking her lips subconsciously. She strode across the room quickly and efficiently, stopping inches from the other woman. "Why are you here?" She squinted skeptically at the blonde, though she wanted nothing more than to finish the job for her.
"Oh, God." She swallowed, slipping a finger inside of herself. "Because I can't stop thinking about you. I still fantasize about you all the time." She threw her head back against the wall. "Oh, Remy. Please touch me."
Thirteen swallowed, her will to protect herself was losing the battle with her desire to touch the beauty before her. "Take your clothes off." Cameron obliged, quickly pulling each garment off and throwing them off to the side. Once she was naked, she stepped forward, attempting to kiss the brunette, only to be rebuffed. "Turn around and put your hands on the wall." She did as she was told, her stomach was doing flips as Thirteen dragged her fingertips up the older woman's sides. Cameron tried to reach back and grab Thirteen's hips, but they were quickly slammed back against the wall. "Move them again and it's over."
She swallowed roughly, whimpering as Thirteen pressed herself against her from behind, roughly caressing her nipples.
"Oh Jesus, Remy." She whimpered as one of the hands strayed down to rub against her clit.
"Thirteen." The brunette corrected in her ear. The distinction was perfectly clear.
She whimpered as Thirteen slid a finger inside of her, then two, thrusting quickly from the start. It felt amazing, the other woman had always known exactly how to touch her to make her knees weak, but there was something empty in the act as well.
"I don't want it to be like this." Cameron felt a sob break out in her throat.
Thirteen silenced her by repositioning her fingers to hit her g-spot. "Listen to me. This can never happen again, understand?"
Cameron nodded, unable to form words at the moment.
"Say it."
"Th-this c-can never h-happen again." She sobbed out.
"After this, you're going to go home and fuck your husband. And every time he wants to have sex after that, you're going to do it. Because you love him." When Cameron didn't respond, Thirteen stilled her hand, using her other to keep the blonde's hips from moving. "Say it."
"After this, I'm going to go home and f-fuck my husband. And everytime he wants to. B-because I l-love him."
"And this is never going to happen again because you don't love me."
"And this is never going to happen again because I don't love you."
Thirteen slammed her fingers back inside the blonde, eliciting a strangled moan from her lips. She was grasping helplessly at the wall, her muscles contracting as she came, body glistening with sweat and tears. She collapsed onto the floor, leaning against the wall and attempting to catch her breath. The combination of her orgasm and the sobs racking her body made it impossible, however, and the way Thirteen was standing above her, staring coldly at her made sure the crying wouldn't stop soon.
"Hurry up and get dressed. I have a friend coming over in a little bit." She said, voice lacking the clarity and force she had hoped.
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"I'm worried about my girls."
Wilson looked up from his paperwork, not at all surprised to find House entering his room and sitting unceremoniously in the chair across from him.
"Oh no, Charlie. Did the murderer find out that the woman he thought was just a wealthy vineyard owner was really Farrah Fawcett?"
"The character's name was Jill Munroe." House snapped back. "If you're going to come up with a witty comeback, you might as well know what you're talking about."
"I knew that." Wilson responded, shaking his head as he returned to his paperwork.
"They're avoiding each other." House continued, resting his chin on his cane.
Wilson sighed, putting his pen back down on the desk. "Okay, I'll bite. Who?"
"Cameron and Thirteen."
"So, the idealist and the cynic aren't getting along? Fascinating."
House shook his head. "It's more than that. They're being overly polite to one another."
"House." Wilson raised his voice slightly, as he always did when he had to point out the obvious to his friend. "It's called civility. It's a trait some people possess."
"Not Thirteen." House cut in.
Wilson faltered at that, opening his mouth and then closing it again wordlessly. "What are you going to do?"
"Send them on an all-expenses paid vacation to San Francisco together."
Wilson knit his eyebrows. "Really?"
"There's an immunology convention next week. Cameron's already going, and Cuddy says she wants someone from my team to go. I was going to send Taub, but I think this will be much more fun."