Okay. This chapter isn't as long or as good as it could be. I've been sitting on it for a week or two, hoping I could figure out somewhere to go with it, but I figured I didn't have to make y'all wait on it. So here you go. Hope you enjoy, and as always, reviews are very much appreciated (including any constructive criticism you may have).
Cameron sighed, dropping her bag to the floor.
"Of course."
Thirteen hadn't spoken to her for the entire cross country flight and her frustration was beginning to wear through her normally calm and reserved exterior. Especially now that she saw there was only one bed in their shared room.
"I can't believe House did this." The brunette's voice was full of shock as she pushed her way into the small space.
"Really?" Cameron's voice was considerably more normal, she had gotten used to House's shenanigans in her years working for him.
Thirteen sighed, changing her mind. "No, I guess I can." She began unpacking her things, choosing one half of the dresser for her clothes to occupy. "No wonder the girl at the desk was smiling at us like that."
Cameron sat herself on the edge of the queen sized bed, fiddling absentmindedly with the comforter. "Hey, Thirteen?" The younger woman glanced up, silently signaling her to continue. "Can we be friends? Just for this trip?" Thirteen paused, but didn't respond. "I would've asked the same of Taub. I just don't want to be alone for an entire week."
She turned more completely to face the blonde. "I guess."
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"Morning, sunshine!"
Cameron blinked her eyes open, slowly rubbing the sleep from them. "Remy?"
"Yep." The brunette sat on the edge of the bed, already showered and fully dressed. "The lecture starts in an hour. Get up."
Cameron felt a pang of jealousy rip through her. Thirteen had gone out last night and not come back. "Was she pretty?" She croaked out.
Thirteen chuckled uncertainly. "What? Who?"
"The girl you fucked last night." The words had more of a bite to them than Cameron had expected, though she didn't regret it in the slightest.
"I didn't fuck anyone last night." Remy responded, shaking her head. "Not that it's any of your business."
Cameron ignored the comment, continuing her line of questioning. "Then where were you all night?"
"At a friend's. I figured it would be more comfortable than the two of us having to share a bed." Thirteen scoffed and stood, turning to walk out the door. "I brought you breakfast. It's on the dresser." She said, motioning to the paper bag. "I'll see you at the conference."
"Remy, wait." Cameron called out, sitting up in the bed. "I'm sorry." Thirteen froze in the doorway, hand twitching on the knob deciding whether she should stay or go. "It's just-this hasn't been easy for me, either. Okay? And it's not the woman thing because that—while confusing—is entirely beside the point." The brunette turned to face her, apparently deciding to hear the older woman out. "I never thought I would be that person." She sighed out, quickly clarifying, "A cheater. I always thought it was totally wrong, I never understood why you would do that to someone you love. And then I found myself with you-" She threw her hands into the air. "And, Remy, you're dying for fuck's sake." She stood, approaching the young woman tentatively. "And I don't know if I can go through that again. Because you were right, I do want kids and a white picket fence and all that. And yet when I'm with you, none of that even seems to matter." She felt a tear roll down her cheek and she locked eyes with the younger doctor. "I am so afraid of messing this decision up."
Thirteen raised a hand up to her cheek to brush the tear from Cameron's skin. "You do this to me every time."
"Do what?"
"You hurt me and then you show up and act vulnerable and I buckle."
"Sorry. Forget I said anything." She turned to go back to the bed, but Thirteen caught her arm before she could get very far.
"I didn't say that was a bad thing." She tugged gently on Cameron's arm, the blonde immediately wrapping her hands around Thirteen's hips. "If you ever decide you're ready, come find me. But don't expect me to wait forever." She kissed her gently on the lips. "Now go get showered. The lecture on that new lupus treatment won't wait for us."
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Cameron looked up to see Thirteen trudging through the door.
"Back so soon?" She asked, not having expected to see the brunette until morning.
"A guy collapsed on the dance floor, and of course I was the only person sober and competent enough to give him CPR for eight minutes until the goddamn paramedics showed up." She trudged further into the room, pausing to lean against the wall and stare at Cameron. She was looking cute in her nightshirt and glasses, the comforter resting over half her body.
"Aw, poor baby." The blonde put her book on the end table. "Are you okay?"
"Tired. Sore."
Cameron motioned her over, "Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere. My arms, my shoulders, my back, my thighs." She was standing at the edge of the bed now, Cameron looking up at her with her large blue eyes.
"Take off your shirt and pants."
Thirteen blinked at her for a second, finally finding her voice. "Excuse me?"
"One thing not many people know about me is that in college, there was this really cute professor who just happened to teach Massage Therapy 101. I practiced a lot." She grinned. "I was kind of a teacher's pet."
The younger woman laughed, pulling her shirt and pants off and lying on the bed. Cameron moved to give her some space then straddled her, slowly working her fingertips into the brunette's shoulder.
"Does that feel good?" Allison asked, letting her fingers slide down either side of Thirteen's spine.
"So good." Remy mumbled absentmindedly into the pillow as the other woman's hands continued to move lower.
Cameron began massaging Thirteen's calves, slowly sliding her hands upward as she did so. When she reached her thighs, she stopped pushing and simply ran her fingertips across the sensitive skin.
"Allison." The brunette moaned, burying her face into the soft pillow. "No teasing."
"Sorry." Cameron exhaled shakily, rising from the bed and walking over to the balcony door. She leant her head against the cool glass, watching it fog with every breath she took.
Thirteen rolled herself onto her side, watching both their reflections in the door.
"Al."
"Why do you call me that?" Cameron didn't take her face from the sliding door in front of her.
"What? Al?"
"Yeah."
"I don't know. Allie doesn't feel right to me." Thirteen stood and walked over to the blonde, stopping to lean next to her.
"Remy, I-I'm so scared." She turned her head to look Thirteen in the eye finding their lips unbearably close to each other. "I want you so bad." They were milliseconds from kissing when a sharp knock interrupted them.