Cameron slowly stirred awake and raised her head slightly to check her clock. It was seven thirty. She felt herself for signs of a hangover - no headache, no dizziness, and just a little thirsty. All good signs so far, she thought. At least she can be productive this morning. After several minutes, she finally got herself to sit up and check her phone. No requests from the hospital to come in - another good sign since she'd been looking forward to her off day this week. She checked her other messages and saw one from Thirteen, sent at around 1AM: Just got home, thought I'd let you know. Drink more water before you sleep, in case you're still awake. Less chances of a hangover. Good night.

She recalled what happened the night before. Some parts of it were blurry, especially the portion of the night when she was playing that drinking game with Wilson and the girls, but the ones with Thirteen were pretty clear. She asked Thirteen if she wanted to kiss her and she didn't say no, but didn't say yes and do it either.

While Cameron understood that it wasn't a rejection, she was also curious of what Thirteen thought and how she felt. Did she think things were going too fast? Was she not convinced that I like her? She resigned to hoping that Thirteen would be more forthcoming in sharing her thoughts. The last thing she wants to do is to prod.

After taking a shower and getting dressed, Cameron headed to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast. She figured she'd make herself a nice one instead of her usual coffee and toast, to keep her full during the errand run she was already planning in her head. As she went through her kitchen cupboards, she realized she needed to make her grocery list for later. She was about to walk into her room to get her phone when she heard the doorbell ring. When she looked through the peekhole, Thirteen standing there, holding a couple of coffee cups and a white box.

"Hey," she greeted as she opened the door. Thirteen smiled and raised the items she had with her. "Good morning," she greeted back. "I brought breakfast."

Cameron took the coffee cup holder from Thirteen and motioned for her to come in. "You came just in time, I was just about to make some." The smell of cinnamon hit her as Thirteen walked past. "And it smells like what you brought is so much better than what I had planned."

Thirteen walked over to the dining area and set the box down on the table. "Sorry for coming unannounced. I texted you I was on my way but you probably haven't read it. I just didn't want to give myself time to overthink it and turn back"

Cameron smiled and followed Thirteen at the table, brushing her hand across the brunette's waist when she walked past. "It's ok, I don't mind."

Both women sat down and started enjoying the donuts Thirteen brought. They were Cameron's favorite — she mentioned it to the brunette in passing during one of their conversations the week before. She was impressed the younger woman remembered it.

"You haven't asked what I'm doing here," Thirteen commented.

"I just figured you'd tell me at some point," Cameron answered, taking the last bite of the donut she was holding. "And besides, I like that you're here." She stood up to get some paper towels for them at the counter.

A smile grew on Thirteen's face. "Well, I was hoping we can talk about what happened last night."

It was Cameron's turn to smile. In the back of her head she was a bit worried that Thirteen would resort to avoiding having a direct discussion about their relationship. Having her there and opening it up herself was a nice surprise. "Yeah, I was looking forward to that, too."

When Cameron turned around towards the table, Thirteen was already standing up and facing her. The brunette was wringing her arms, looking a tad bit nervous. She cleared her throat, as if bracing herself for what she was about to do.

"I like you, Allison. And I hope that saying that now is practically just stating the obvious because I've really liked you for a while now. You're one of the most beautiful people I've ever met, and I know you're probably wondering why I didn't kiss you last night."

Cameron gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about that," she said softly.

"I wanted to," Thirteen continued. "I really did. But I've kissed a lot of random drunk girls before, and the fact that they were drunk or I was drunk was always like a free pass to do it. And when I started having feelings for you I told myself that if we'd ever get to that point, I don't want us to do it while drunk because I don't just want a free pass. I want everything to be clear, and I want you to be sure."

Cameron walked a couple of steps closer to her and cupped her face. "Remy, I'm sure," she said. She pulled Thirteen towards herself and the brunette did the rest. Thirteen's arms made their way around her waist as their lips met, slow and gentle. Thirteen's kiss tasted like cinnamon, Cameron thought, and she slowly got lost in the motions as she felt the younger woman's tongue brush against hers.

The women broke their kiss after a while, as softly as it started. Thirteen kept her arms around the blonde and pulled her in for a hug. Cameron pressed her head against Thirteen's chest and got exhilarated by the scent of her perfume. She remembered it from the other times they spent time together, but she never imagined she can get to enjoy it up close.

"I'm glad you came," Cameron murmured.

"Me too," Thirteen answered. She slowly let go of their embrace and held Cameron's hand, leading her to the couch where they sat back down face to face.

"I was afraid you'd be all hungover and grumpy when I got here, " Thirteen said playfully, suddenly remembering last night's events. "It looks like you manage your alcohol well though. Wilson was so hammered! Do you think he's awake now?"

Cameron chuckled, her fingers grazing along Thirteen's palms. "For his sake, I hope not yet. The hangover from all those shots will kill him." She then remembered Wilson's comment right before he left the pub with Cuddy. "By the way, I think Wilson knows about us."

"Yeah, he asked me about it," Thirteen responded, watching Cameron play with their hands. "I think he realized why I refused to be set up with Robin."

"Robin.. who I think also figured us out," Cameron answered, her voice laced with worry. She knew Thirteen was quite private and might not be comfortable with a lot of people knowing her business. "And Cat, I think. At least based on the looks they were giving me last night."

Thirteen looked at her more closely. "Are you concerned that they know?"

"No, I'm not. After everything that's happened, I'm tired of worrying of what people think," Cameron replied. She raised her head and met Thirteen's gaze. "Are you worried?"

Thirteen took Cameron's hand and intertwined their fingers. "No. I dated Foreman before and didn't hide that from anyone. I'd be nuts to hide dating you."

Cameron looked at their hands and then back at the brunette's eyes. This level of closeness was something she'd been yearning for but didn't fully realize until now.

"You know what's funny though," Thirteen started again, a suspicious expression shown across her face. "At this point I've gotten linked with you three in varying degrees. I dated Foreman and Chase tried to ask me out that one time. But out of all three it was you that House warned me about."

"Warned you? About me? Why?"

Thirteen chuckled lightly, the memory of House saying it playing in her mind. "He just said that you're the type who gets people sucked into liking you through your touchy feely vibes."

"That's ridiculous!" Cameron exclaimed. "I don't act nice just to get people to like me."

"Maybe you don't mean it that way but that's still how it works out," Thirteen answered. "I've got to admit, I agreed with House when he said it. You're beautiful, nice, and touchy. That's dangerous."

Cameron shot her a questioning smirk. "Riiiight. And you being hot and mysterious isn't?"

"It is, but it's worse with nice types like you because people never see it coming," Thirteen explained, raising an eyebrow. "They just get pulled in by your nice, police, cute gravity and don't realize they're attracted until it's too late."

Cameron turned her back towards Thirteen and leaned back onto her. She then took the brunette's arms and wrapped them around herself. "It sounds to me that House warning you didn't do squat to avoid this now, did it?"