Cameron and Thirteen both skipped lunch in favour of napping.
Over dinner, House suggested post-supping drinks to everyone else at the table, to the dismay of them both. Unfortunately, the rest of the table was in agreement of it being a good idea, and somehow House managed to drag them into joining in, despite the fact that both would have much rather curled up in bed with a movie. Thus how they ended up at a nearby bar, huddled together in a corner of the booth surrounded by males who were far too interested in them, much to House's amusement. "Irish car-bombs for the table!" House called to their waiter, beginning a raucous evening of drinks. Thirteen won a round of applause for that one, out-drinking the rest of the table. After a round of Jager-bombs and something else Cameron couldn't even claim to pronounce, she excused herself from the booth as pretence to escape the next set of drinks. Thirteen quickly grabbed her hand, letting herself be pulled off of the bench by the other woman.
"Want to cut and run?" she questioned as they stood in the hallway outside the bathroom. "I can't take much more of this."
Cameron nodded. "We can just pay House back tomorrow. I'm exhausted."
They snuck quietly out the front door, the men too ensconced in their drinks to notice their absence.
"Thank God." Thirteen announced, taking Cameron's hand as she flagged down a cab. It pulled over and they hopped in, naming their hotel. Cameron responded by laying her head gently against her shoulder.
"Movie?" Cameron asked, pulling off her shoes as they entered the hotel room.
"Yeah." Thirteen reached for her pyjama pants. Cameron was asleep in her lap before the opening credits even finished. "Well, that was productive." Thirteen commented to herself as she turned off the tv and curled up beside the other woman, who snuggled into her body heat, instinctively wrapping an arm around her.
"Morning, sunshine." Thirteen wrinkled her nose in protest to the concept of waking up, evoking a giggle from Cameron. Eyes still closed she reached in the direction of the other woman's voice, her arms searching out a waist and pulling Cameron back into bed with her. "It's already 10:30." Cameron murmured in her ear lazily.
"So? Bet House isn't up yet." Thirteen burrowed back into her pillow.
"Fair enough" Cameron sighed, wrapping an arm around the brunette. "Its not like we're in a hurry to get back."
Thirteen opened her eyes at that. "You don't want to get back to your boyfriend?"
Cameron smiled. "I'm rather enjoying myself here actually."
Thirteen was surprised. "I don't want to make this awkward or anything, but…" she trailed off, not really knowing where to take the sentence.
Cameron looked at her. "But I seem incredibly comfortable cheating on Chase?"
Thirteen nodded. "Yeah."
Cameron sighed. "Relationships are never what they appear to be from the outside." She said slowly, figuring she owed the other woman some form of explanation.
Thirteen raised an eyebrow. "So you aren't the perfect couple?" she joked.
"Evidently not." Cameron shook her head, gesturing to the two of them. "I never should have let things go so far with him." She commented, not looking at Thirteen, piquing her interest.
"Why?"
"I can never give him what he wants. I'm not that person. Inside me is still the party girl that came out when my husband died. The person who gets trashed and sleeps around. The one who doesn't want attachments."
Thirteen stayed silent. Cameron looked up at her cautiously, judging her reaction. Calmly, Thirteen reached up and ran a hand through Cameron's hair. It wasn't like she minded Cameron's apparent morality issues. She had enough of her own. Cameron smiled, capturing Thirteen's hand and kissing the palm gently before moving on to her lips. Thirteen rolled the other woman so Cameron was underneath, biting her neck gently. Cameron's breath began to come heavily in anticipation and she slid a hand beneath Thirteen's shirt, drawing her pristine nails across the flesh of her back. Thirteen grinned, pulling up Cameron's shirt so she could kiss her way down the other woman's stomach before slowly beginning to draw off her boxer shorts. Cameron tangled her hands in Thirteen's hair, tugging as Thirteen extended her tongue and drew Cameron's labia apart to gently touch her clit. Cameron moaned, her hips rising to meet Thirteen's mouth. "Oh!" Cameron breathed, surprised as Thirteen's tongue moved deeper to explore inside of her.
"Never done it with a girl before, Cameron?" Thirteen murmured. Cameron shook her head, running her nails up Thirteen's back as the brunette returned to her work. Cameron came quickly, her hips thrusting as Thirteen's tongue moved inside her. Thirteen moved back up her body, kissing her sweetly as Cameron lay breathless on the bed, her eyes dark with pleasure. They lay like that for a long time.