Chapter 11: Passion

"He has a picture of what?"

"I'm serious! It was his desktop wallpaper!"

The two doctors were having dinner at a semi-fancy restaurant that Friday evening, after getting out of work. Leaving the hospital knowing that they had the next two days off took a massive weight off their shoulders. The week had been hectic for the both of them. But what do you expect from their line of profession?

"How the hell did he get that?" the ER attending asked, her face turning pink.

"That's what I asked. I bet he followed us that other day when we were heading out for lunch," Thirteen assumed, looking thoughtful as she took a bite of her food. She remembered that day. Apparently, 24 hours without any physical contact with your new lover could do a number on a girl. She recalled that afternoon because that was a rare moment when she gave in to her weaknesses and pulled Allison into a kiss on sudden impulse. "Guess we're not as subtle as we thought, huh," she remarked guiltily. In truth, she knew there were people around, but she just couldn't help it.

"I sure hope he'd keep it to himself..." muttered Cameron under her breath, poking at her salad.

Seeing her so worried was amusing to Thirteen. But she knew how Cameron was still very new to having a relationship with a woman, and somewhat unready to have it out in the open, especially at the hospital. "I think I want a copy. You should see it – it's pretty hot if you ask me," she commented with a smirk, trying to make light of the situation and ease her apparent discomfort. Allison's embarrassed expression only made her grin wider. She loved making her blush; it had to be the cutest thing ever.

"I-It's okay. I think I can go without seeing it..." Cameron told her. They ate in silence for a while, caught up in satisfying their empty stomachs. Eventually, it was Remy who spoke up again.

"Cam?"

"Yes, Rem?"

"Can I ask you a question? Other than the one I just asked," she added wittily. The blonde nodded and looked at her with questioning eyes. "Who's a better kisser, me or Chase?"

As Cameron was sipping her drink while the question was asked, she nearly sputtered. She wasn't sure whether or not Thirteen had purposely timed her query to make her choke. Wiping her mouth with a napkin, she shot a reprimanding look at the younger woman.

"You sure you want me to answer that?" Allison asked tauntingly.

Remy only smiled. "Well, I know the answer's gonna be me, but I'd like to hear you say it again."

"Okay," the blonde agreed with a smirk. "Chase."

Thirteen kicked her good-naturedly under the table. "You're lying." God, she hoped she was lying. She frowned. "You're just saying that to piss me off."

"Is it working?" Cameron shot at her. The question caught Remy off guard and she didn't know how to respond without making a fool of herself.

"I...uh..." She thought for a while. "Are you saying you want to piss me off?"

"No. It's just that you're asking such ridiculous questions, Rem." The blonde sipped at her drink before adding, "And also, it's fun to pick on you."

Thirteen eyed her girlfriend across the table. "You only pick on me because you know I let you do it."

"Which is nice. And you pick on me too, so it's a fair deal. In fact... you pick on me even more!" Allison realized. This made Remy smile. "Yesterday, you came to the ER for no specific reason but to distract me from my work!"

The brunette laughed. "I know! You almost knocked over the crash cart!"

The ER head widened her eyes and flushed with embarrassment again. She found that she'd be constantly blushing whenever she was with the younger woman. "No... that didn't happen..."

"Yes it did! You were totally checking me out...and then you freakin'...walked into it!" Thirteen gasped in between her uncontrollable laughter. She was re-living the whole scene in her head, and the expression on her girlfriend's face was just priceless. "The nurses...the nurses were like...what the fuck Doctor Cameron?"

Cameron covered her face with her hands as an attempt to hide her beet red face. Only Remy would have no mercy when making fun of her...because only Remy can get away with it. But the intern also had the sense to know when to stop – when to cease her continuous teasing before she drove the older woman up the wall. When she saw that she was started to get to that point, she reached across the table and took one of the blonde's hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "I'm sorry for causing so much trouble. I just wanted to see you..." she admitted. She drew up her hand to her lips and kissed it lightly on the knuckles. As Allison watched Remy's affectionate actions, she felt a warm feeling inside again. And just like that, the taller doctor was forgiven for poking fun at her.

"Hmm, then I guess it's you who can't stay away from me," Cameron commented smugly.

Thirteen shrugged. "Getting to see how much of a klutz you are is better than clinic hours." She laughed again and felt Allison kick her under the table. "Ow! That hurt!"

"No, it didn't. Stop trying to evoke my sympathy. Just because I'm Doctor Cameron doesn't mean I'm nice and compassionate 24/7. I also happen to be off duty at the moment."

Remy gasped exaggeratedly. "So you mean the Cameron at PPTH is a fraud? You're only pretending to be caring? That's horrible!"

"I'm not a fraud. I'm actually a serial killer off the clock," she answered nonchalantly, taking a bite of her food.

"I'm dating a serial killer... Hey, I didn't sign up for this!"

"Well, too bad. No turning back now, Rem." She shot her a flirty smirk.

They laughed and smiled throughout the course of their dinner. Being doctors who had to face cases where life hangs on the line every single day can be more than nerve-wracking. It wasn't often that they got to joke around and act immature like this. So much time had been spent being serious and solemn around the hospital, breaking bad news to patients and their relatives, witnessing deaths every so often, conducting surgeries with so much pressure on their backs because one false move meant another life lost. Together, the two doctors could be themselves without having to be judged, without putting on a face. They brought out the childish side in each other, because they know they could.

After Cameron paid for dinner, they drove her car over to Remy's. The younger woman had made sure to clean and organize everything the day before, making sure that the place looked somewhat presentable. They walked hand-in-hand into Thirteen's apartment. Remy switched on the lights and watched as Allison walked around, examining the place almost.

"Like it?" the brunette asked curiously.

Cameron's light teal eyes met hers. "Yeah. It's cozy...and very..." She looked around again before walking back to Remy. "...you." They chuckled softly at each other and made their way to the living room. Cameron insisted on choosing the movie as Thirteen dimmed the lights and plopped down on the couch, arms stretched out across the back. "What are we watching?"

"You'll like it." The blonde turned on the television and set up the dvd. When the opening credits and the title came on screen, Thirteen almost groaned. "A romantic comedy? Really?"

"It's a good movie! Trust me." Allison stood up and walked over to the sofa. She eyed Remy's outstretched arms skeptically, before sitting down beside her, leaning against her shoulder. The younger woman only smirked as she wrapped an arm around her girlfriend. Smiling, the both of them turned their attention to the television screen.

In all honestly, Remy never liked watching romantic comedies. In many cases, they were terrible cheesy and cliched, and so much more predictable. A happy ending is guaranteed, so despite all the drama and conflicts that ensue in between, the guy still gets the girl and everything just magically becomes resolved. Its falseness and impossibility is what got to her. Nobody lives a life that's all smiles in the real world; the mere notion of it is laughable. She didn't even know what 'happily ever after' freakin' means. And when it all comes down to it, watching romantic comedies only end up hurting Remy because she knew she can't have whatever the characters are having. It only made her feel more miserable than she already was.

A sudden movement by her side snapped her out of her deep train of thought. Cameron had just wrapped an arm around her waist, snuggling closer to her. The action itself made her heart flutter, and as she looked back up to continue watching the movie, she realized that it wasn't so bad after all.

An hour later, the movie ended and the credits came. Playing in the background was a slow and soft melody. Smirking slightly, Thirteen eased out of Cameron's embrace and stood up. The blonde watched her with curiosity as she turned around to face her. Remy looked into her eyes and held out a hand.

"Dance with me?"

Allison's eyes widened with surprise. She took the taller woman's hand with no hesitation. "I'd love to."

Thirteen pulled her up out of the couch with such a strong momentum that the tips of their noses touched when she caught Allison in her arms. She pulled her close by the waist and felt arms wrap around her shoulders. Swaying slowly to the soft rhythm, they felt like they were on the dance floor again a week ago. It was oddly familiar in such a new setting, but Cameron felt like she wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world.

"You liked the movie, didn't you?" she asked teasingly, leaning her head against Remy's shoulder.

Thirteen kept herself from grinning. "Eh, it was alright."

They continued dancing, letting the music fill their ears. "You always this romantic?" Cameron razzed.

"Uh..." Did she always have to be so direct? It seemed like she knew exactly when to catch her off guard. This was one thing she still had to get used. "If you don't like it, I can stop and be completely boring."

The blonde hit her playfully. "No, I like it." And they both knew that.

Remy thought for a while as she spun them slowly. "Hey Cam?"

"Yes Rem?"

"You never answered my question."

"Which one...?"

"Who's the better kisser, me or Chase?"

Allison smiled as she pulled her head back and rested her forehead against the taller doctor's.

"You, Rem. And you're better than him in every other sense." She leaned in and kissed her deeply. Remy returned just as eagerly, having waited all night for this moment. What started out as slow and sensual gradually became needy and heated. It wasn't long before hands began to roam and touch and feel. Each kiss just as intoxicating as the last. Allison all but melted into Remy's arms, clinging to her, wanting to be as close to her as possible. And that was why the blonde felt a little bit put off when her lover pulled away. She looked into her eyes inquisitively.

"Even in bed?" Thirteen asked breathlessly.

It took a moment for Cameron to connect the question to her previous answer. Her heart raced as she gazed into the brunette's longing and lust-filled eyes. "I wouldn't know if I haven't slept with you yet." She responded, panting lightly.

Remy grinned. "Would you like to find out?"

Allison bit her lip, before breaking out into a smile. "It better be more than a 7."

"Yes Ma'am."

And in one swift motion, Remy swept her off her feet, quite literally, and carried her into the bedroom.

- end of chapter & story -

I just want to say thank you to all the readers and reviewers. It's been fun. :) I had initially started this story on a whim and didn't expect it to be so LONG. But I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I had writing it. I'll be entering college and I'm not sure I'll have the time to write until winter break (LOL). But I'll be around. ;)