Teenage Dream
Thirteen/Cameron songfic of Teenage Dream by Katy Perry
Rated M
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You think I'm pretty
Without any makeup on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the punchline wrong
I know you get me
So I let my walls come down, down
"Hello beautiful," Remy kisses my cheek on her way to my refrigerator. I'm leaning against the island in the middle of my kitchen with my morning hair all messy and in a bun. I hum a short a response and turn around to face her. Somehow, Remy can manage to look absolutely stunning at 11 in the morning. God I love it.
Remy spins around with a milk carton in her hand and smiles at me after noticing that I am staring. "So," She says as she walks to the opposite side of the island. "I'm thinking the beach today."
"What?" I respond, confused. "We have work."
"We're already late. Let's ditch." Remy winks and lifts the milk carton to her lips.
I chuckle in amusement. "Sounds fun, but we can't."
Remy sits the carton down on the marble and gives me that look. Then she steps closer to me. "Come on," Her hands slowly but surely find my waist and send a rippling sense through my nerves endings.
Before you met me
I was alright
but things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February
You'll be my Valentine
Valentine
Her lips find my ear. "Please? We can lay on the sand and then other stuff…" She whispers so quietly that it takes a few moments for me to process.
I mumble out a protest but she silences me with a warm, satisfying kiss. She uses her hands to push me back into the fridge. The cold exterior on my back and the warm body pressed against my front feels so perfect. It takes me a few seconds but my blind hand manages to find the kitchen phone on the counter. My eyes are too closed and too busy to help.
My fingers find the speed dial for Cuddy's office. I slip and hit send too quickly.
It starts to ring.
"Rem," I manage between kisses. For that moment she pulls away only to move onto my neck. I grab the receiver and press it to my ear, trying to regulate my breathing before I have to speak.
One more ring and, "Hello, Dean of Medicine speaking." Cuddy's velvet voice comes into the receiver.
I take a subtle deep breath. "Yes, hello. It's Allison. I can't come in today, I'm…" This is when I realize that I don't have an excuse. "I'm…"
"Sick," Remy says into the receiver. Then she makes two pathetic attempts at a cough.
"Oh," Cuddy chuckles. "Sounds serious. I should send a doctor over right away. But I think there already is one."
I freeze. Remy laughs. "Bye Lisa!" She calls.
"Have a good sick day." Cuddy says nicely and the receiver goes dead. When it does I give Remy a look that says, you are in so much trouble.
"I'll get the beach towels!" She says and runs before I can do anything. I laugh as I walk to our room to change.
Before I know it we are in Remy's mini-cooper on our way the beach. How she talked me into a 7 and half hour drive I will never know. There were plenty of beaches closer to us but Remy told me she wanted it to be evening when we got there.
I look at her. The windows are down and the wind is blowing through her hair, making it fly all around and frame her face perfectly. I can't believe there is still someone that gives me butterflies like I had when I was a teenager. But there she is, 5 feet 7 and half inches of pure heart-stopping magic.
We get to the Sound we park as close to the water as possible. I climb out of the car and take a deep breath of fresh air. I glance over at Remy as she stretches.
"Ok, let's go." Remy says as she shuts the door closed.
I follow her to the peer.
"Look at the water," I say as we walk to the railing and lean against it. She pulls me close. I can taste the salt in the air.
Remy moves her hand then pulls me towards the sand. She has a devilish grin on her face.
"Wait, what about our stuff?" I say, trying to resist her pulling. The sky is already starting to get its evening glow.
"Leave it," Remy smiles at me and pulls me farther towards the water. "We'll get it later."
We drove to Cali
And got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and
Built a fort out of sheets
I finally found you
My missing puzzle piece
I'm complete
We never did the stuff. Well, Remy did run back to the car around 8 to get our large comforter.
Remy returns quickly with the blanket and jumps on top of me, throwing it on top of us.
I laugh so loudly that I'm sure the few people still on the peer can hear me.
Remy lands on top of me in fit of giggles.
"Well, hello." She chuckles. Remy uses her arms to push herself up and hover above me.
"Is this blanket like a fort?" I laugh.
"Mmmhmm." Remy starts to tug on my jeans and smiles. "Could these be any tighter?"
"They're skinny jeans, darling." I retort cheekily.
"Well, they look great on you." Remy's lips start to attack my neck and our hands find each other. "But… I'm sure they would look even better on the sand."
I laughed out loud on that one. "God, that is so cheesy."
Remy placed her hand on my zipper. "Start unzipping Dr. Cameron."
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets,
just love
We can dance,
until we die
You and I,
will be young forever
You make me feel
Like I'm livin' a
Teenage dream
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's run away and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance and
Don't ever look back,
Don't ever look back
It takes a little effort but I manage to slip out of my jeans.
Remy's fingers trace patterns on my skin. I stop her by placing my hand on top of hers.
"You're next," I whisper.
"My pleasure." Remy replies. All I hear is a zipper go down and her hot breath on my cheek.
I'mma get your heart racing
In my skin tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me
In my skin tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight.
End.
Ha I know, I'm kind of evil, but I decided an explicit femslash scene, while very good, wouldn't be the point of this specific songfic.
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