A/N – Just watched Lucky Thirteen. I figured why not write my 13th lucky chapter as a tribute to that awesome episode. Because that episode kicked ass. Might've been because it practically evolved around Thirteen and had some real wit in it. Either that or I really like the femslash action.
Both are possible.
So, in the celebration of a cool episode and in response to all you guys, who felt cheated in the last chapter, where I just um, skipped some things, I took a chance in this one and wrote... femslash. For the very first time in my life. I really hope that I won't fail epically.
In the end, there will be some femslash. You've been warned.
Please bare with me, okay :P
Chapter 13
"Thirteen?"
Alex looked up, smiled and lifted a hand in a silent greeting when she noticed Taub and Kutner approaching her.
"What are you doing here?" Kutner asked as soon as they were by her side, both delighted to see a friendly familiar face and slightly horrified at the prospect of yet another twist in House's game.
"I work here... Again," Alex murmured her response, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her lab coat. "Unless House's sense of humour has gotten even crueller during the past few days."
"Wait, does this mean, the game's still going on?" Taub looked around suspiciously as if waiting for someone to pop out with cameras and yell "You've been Punk'd!". "Because that's unfair. You were fired."
"Thanks for reminding me," the woman rolled her eyes in return. "And I don't know. I was just told to show up for work today and..." She paused when she saw Kutner staring at her with wide eyes. "What?"
The man instantly straightened up a little, a sly grin starting to spread across his face.
"So, you had a nice weekend then?"
"And I repeat – what?" She frowned when Kutner only grinned a tad bit wider. "What's with the look?"
"I can't help it, I was born with this look," The man gave her yet another cheeky grin, before looking behind her. She turned to see House and Foreman heading towards them.
All three of them straightened up, expecting some kind of explanation for what had happened. Was the game still going on? Had the rules changed? Was somebody about to be fired again?
"Woman, 22, unexplained seizures and internal bleeding," Foreman spoke, as the pair practically breezed past them, obviously expecting them to follow. Exchanging a few glances amidst themselves, they slowly did so.
"Wait, we have a new case?"
"No, Foreman's just stating odd stuff at odd times," House replied to Taub nonchalantly, heading for their usual room with the nice whiteboard and the shiny markers he liked to play with. "Don't make me regret hiring you already."
"So we're hired?" Kutner asked, looking between the five of them. "All of us?"
"What is this? Are you really trying to prove me that I'm an idiot for hiring you?" House grabbed his marker, writing on the whiteboard. The word "YES" stood on it a few seconds later. "See? It's on the whiteboard and the whiteboard never lies. Any more moronic questions in need for an answer?"
He looked at everyone in his team, secretly satisfied how it had fallen in place so nicely. His gaze lingered on Kutner for a moment, before falling on the woman next to him.
Foreman, probably not about to ask a moronic question, but rather direct their attention to the case, something he had to do a lot lately, opened his mouth. However, he didn't get to say much, as House had already cried out,
"Dear lord, woman, don't you have any decency?"
Considering that there was only one female in the room, all heads turned towards her, Kutner once again smirking uncannily.
Alex, unaware of what was going on, just stared back at them.
"What?"
Foreman, having already noticed what the big deal was about, just sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"So she has a private life. Could we just talk about the case?"
"Surely not, Foreman! She has a private life!" House pointed an accusing finger at Thirteen. "This needs our special care and concern! Jesus, don't you have any priorities?!"
Slowly but surely understanding started to dawn on Alex's face. Without a word, she stepped next to the shelf with the mirror on it and tilted her head, groaning softly when she noticed the reddish hue on her neck.
Thank you, Marissa.
She pulled up the collar of her coat, turned around, tactfully ignoring the looks she got from Kutner and House and asked,
"Internal bleeding without reason, right?"
Foreman, obviously relieved someone was actually going to discuss the case, started to hand out thick files, which turned out to be the charts for the woman they were trying to diagnose. Alex wordlessly opened it and plopped down into one of the chairs, dutifully keeping her eyes on the lines in front of her and pretending she didn't see Kutner and House look at her as if expecting her to explain something.
The world of pretence is just awesome.
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"What are you doing tonight?"
Marissa paused in her way, stepped back a few steps and peeked into her sister's room.
"Why?"
"Mom wants to go and have family dinner, so I'm hoping you have plans and thus she can't drag me out either," Kaitlin replied, going through her stuff. "I didn't have plans when she asked, but now I've been asked out." She looked at her sister. "Sometimes, I wonder why don't we move out?"
"Because this is a manor, we pay no rent and we have maids and stuff."
Kaitlin hmm-ed.
"Right. Anyways, do you think you could find a reason why you can't have dinner with Mom?"
Marissa entered the room and plopped herself onto the bed of her sister.
"I think I could find a place to be."
"Let me guess, New Jersey?" Kaitlin didn't look towards her, but Marissa could practically feel that she was grinning. "That's where that Alex chick lives, right?"
"Yeah, but I could also go and hang with..."
"Summer, who's on bed rest and more hormonal than ever?" her sister threw her a look, as she continued to shift through her shelves filled with clothes. "I wouldn't go there."
"Oh. Right," Marissa flipped onto her stomach to see her sister. "What are you doing anyways?"
"Looking for something to wear. How's it going with Alex?"
"Good. I've stepped by a few times this week and we're... we're good. Who are you going out with?"
"Ironically, Alex," Kaitlin replied. "Alexander to be accurate. So, are you two like dating now?"
"I don't know. We just hang out and do... stuff," Marissa grinned. "It hasn't been brought up and I don't really want to push it right now. How come I haven't met your Alex?"
"He works a lot and you're not around all that much lately." Kaitlin paused and grinned. "Okay, neither am I, because hello, we still live with mom, but the point remains. What do you and Alex do all the time."
"Stuff."
Kaitlin, having pulled out a blue sweaterish thing, looked around and raised an eyebrow. "Stuff? Oh, I bet that's like a code for..."
"Code for what?"
"Mom, jesus, would you learn how to knock?" The younger of the two sisters groaned. She pulled her sweater over her head. "I am so moving out soon."
"You've been saying that since you got 16, Kaitlin. Besides, the door was opened." Julie spoke matter-of-factly. "Code for what?"
"Baking cookies, Mom," Marissa jumped off the bed, grinning at the look her mom gave her. "Oh and I heard you wanted to have dinner tonight. I'm so sorry, but I have plans."
"Kaitlin already managed to warn you, right?" Julie looked between her two daughters. "I can always trap one, but never the other."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Kaitlin spoke seriously.
"Yeah, me neither," Marissa copied her sister's serious expression, before sending a smile at her family. "Okay, I got to go now. I'm not sure if I'll be back today, so don't be worried, 'kay?"
She headed out and was already in the middle of the hallway, when suddenly her younger sister called out for her.
"Hey!"
She turned around to see Kaitlin's head pop out from the doorway to her room.
"Have fun baking cookies."
With a small grin, Marissa did the mature thing and flipped her sister off, before heading to her own room to grab her stuff. She had important places to be at.
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"Let me guess. You just happened to walk by again?"
Alex leant against the doorframe with a large grin as she slid her eyes over the figure behind her door.
Marissa gave her a soft smile in return and nodded slowly, as she placed her hands in her back pockets and swayed back-and-forth slightly as if embarrassed.
"Yeah, you know me, I'm in the area a lot."
"Isn't it odd, tho? You live like 70 miles to the North and yet you seem to pass by every so often," Alex spoke thoughtfully, teasingly actually, as she still blocked the doorway from the other brunette. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were making up excuses."
"I really don't know what you're talking about," Marissa replied, before she casually removed her hand from her pocket, placed it at the waist of the girl in front of her and tugged her close enough to capture her lips with her own.
Their greeting was cut short though when one of the neighbours cleared his throat as he passed by with a bashful grin on his lips.
Alex chuckled softly at his retreating figure, before backing into her apartment, Marissa following her without a question.
Five minutes later, Alex was in the kitchen making coffee and Marissa was kneeling on the couch with her elbows on the back of it, her own back to the TV and her face towards the small corner of the room, which Alex liked to call a kitchen.
The doctor grabbed a small piece of candy from the glass bowl on the cupboard, popped one into her mouth and then leant back a little to be able to see the other woman by the couch.
"So, how's the jobhunt?"
"Sad," Marissa responded immediately. "Considering I'm kind of a freelancer and all and Sandy doesn't have any odd ends for me, I have a lot of free time in my hands out of the blue." She shifted a little, smiling now. "Hence my frequent visits to the area."
"You took down an entire hospital almost all by yourself and you don't have any offers?" Alex tilted her head. "Is it just me or does that make no sense?"
"Work of a lawyer, who's too flaky to tie herself to an actual company," Marissa chuckled, obviously not worried about it. "You know, if you don't really need the money, you're not as pressed to work every day from 8 till 5 or whatever."
"Why do you?" Alex pulled out the cups from the cupboard nearby. "You are about the only person I know that doesn't have to work a day in her life and yet, you're also one of the most successful lawyers I know."
"Am I the only lawyer you know?"
"Don't mock my wide range of friends," Alex waved a large cup around, as she turned her back towards the brunette, placing the cups on the table so she could prepare the coffee. "I actually know two. You and this tiny bald dude that paddles around the hallways in the hospital. I think he has a name, but everyone just calls him Baldy, so I wouldn't kn –ooohw."
She looked down at the small hand around her waist and slowly her posture, which had gone rigid a moment ago, relaxed and she let herself burrow slightly into the soft body behind her.
"See," Marissa murmured softly into Alex's ear, tightening her hold on the older woman just a little. "The way I see this, we can talk about Baldy or..." Alex's gaze slowly moved down her own front to her waistline where Marissa's long fingers played with the button on her jeans. "We could not."
Alex turned around, letting her own hands that had been just hanging there moments ago, find a way better location on Marissa's lower back.
"Thought you wanted some coffee," She half stated, her hands already moving higher and slipping under the white blouse Marissa was wearing.
Marissa gave her a tiny grin, before leaning down and placing a nipping kiss on her collarbone.
"I was being polite."
Alex couldn't help the way her eyebrow arched in amusement.
"So it's not my coffee you want?"
Marissa's eyes locked onto hers almost immediately. They were a shade darker than normal and the way she narrowed them just a tiny bit, when her hands moved back to the button of Alex's jeans...
Alex pressed into her touch immediately, amusement fading from her features.
A second later, her lips were on Marissa's with her hands already tugging on the belt the lawyer had for some unknown evil reason chosen to wear today. The small satisfied noise in the back of her throat accompanied the removal of the said item. As it clattered to the ground, she pushed into the other girl just a little more, forcing her to take a step backwards.
Marissa, now pressed between the kitchen counter and the body of the woman in front of her, pulled away from Alex's lips to moan softly, when she was practically lifted onto the counter.
The button of her jeans was opened; whether she did it herself or was it Alex, she couldn't tell, but she knew for a fact that the hand that was tugging down the zipper wasn't hers.
Alex stepped closer to the girl on the counter, stepping between her legs and meeting her lips for another kiss, as her hand travelled downwards.
The first touch Marissa felt came unexpected and thus she bucked against Alex's hand lightly, almost knocking down the coffee maker nearby.
"Careful, it's hot," Alex murmured, placing a kiss on her jaw, as she repeated her hand movements slowly all over again. A small smile played on her lips when a pleased hum was given as a response to her administrations.
It didn't take long for her to realize that the jeans were getting in her way, so she stepped away from the counter. Marissa's dark green eyes, which had been closed in content, slid open almost lazily and now their intense gaze was once again locked on the woman in front of her.
Alex's hands slid to Marissa's waist, slipping under the waistline of the jeans. She tugged on them a little, just about to ask for help getting them off, when the younger of the two gracefully leant back and lifted her hips enough for the pants to slide off with ease.
Satisfied with the removal of the clothing that had kept getting in her way, Alex threw them onto the ground and reclaimed her spot between Marissa's legs.
Their lips met for another hungry kiss, only this time, Alex was the one grasping the edge of the counter, when Marissa's hands started to wonder.
"We should... the bedroom," Alex's voice was barely above a whisper, as she lifted her arms slightly, letting Marissa remove her shirt.
"Mhm."
Yet neither of them moved away or as much as paused before kissing each other again. This one was long and languid and was only interrupted when Marissa released a long and heavy sigh. Her lips moved to Alex's neck instead and she let her head rest on Alex's shoulder, when the other woman entered her.
"You okay?" Alex asked quietly, pausing for the time being.
Alex felt more than saw Marissa's nod softly. She slid into her again, enjoying the gusts of hot air she felt on her neck as a result. She sped up a little and Marissa arched into her touch, moaning.
Keeping up the movement, Alex brushed her thumb against the small nub nearby and groaned, when she felt Marissa bite into her shoulder to muffle a loud cry that escaped her. It didn't take long for her to feel the other girl clench around her fingers, before she practically melted into her, her breathing hot and laboured against her collarbone.
Alex stood still for a moment, letting Marissa catch her breath. However, two warm hands cupped her face barely moments later. A small smile played on Marissa's lips, as she brought Alex's face closer to her and pressed a soft kiss onto her lips. She pulled away a moment later and carefully manoeuvred herself off the counter before kissing her again.
Her tongue caressed Alex's lips once, twice before entering. Her hands popped open the button of Alex's jeans with ease and before Alex could even comprehend what was going on the taller girl slid onto her knees, her hands pulling down the denim with her.
She stepped out of the jeans, when Marissa had pulled them down enough.
Marissa threw the jeans towards the corner to join other discarded items of clothing and looked up to see Alex biting her lip as she gazed up at her.
"You comin' up?" She asked, her voice throaty.
Marissa slid her fingertips up and down the legs in front of her. She placed a soft kiss on one of Alex's thighs, before looking up. She allowed a soft smile play on her lips again.
"I don't think so."
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A/N – And there was some written after that, but it just seemed... a great place to leave this :D Call me a tease again and I'll hit you. It's so hard writing smut that doesn't seem weird and odd and crappy for me :D
Let me know what you think. Should I join the 'Never-ever write smut again' club? Or not?