Cuddy arrived in Boston late that night instead of earlier in the afternoon as she planned. Her flight was delayed, throwing her off balance. In what would normally take a forty-five minute flight, it took well over three hours. She may as well have driven to Boston! On the bright side, she was able to come up with somewhat of a half way decent speech for the committee. She got to her hotel room at the Sheraton just off the airport. To her surprise, it wasn't the room she booked. Instead of getting a room with a king-sized bed, a bar, and a bathroom with a tub, she got a room with double beds, no bar, a kitchen, and a bathroom with only a shower. On the plus side, there was a Jacuzzi just off from the kitchen. That changed her mind about going to the front desk and complaining. She was only there for one night, what's the sense in being crabby?
Cuddy set her garment bag and suitcase on one of the beds and then went to the window to draw the blinds. It didn't matter, because it was dark outside, but the streetlights pouring in were a nice touch. She flipped the lights on and then flopped down in a seated position at the end of the bed with a sigh. What she really needed right now was a drink and considered going downstairs to the bar, seeing as though she got ripped off with not getting one in the room! Not that she planned to drink herself into oblivion. Cuddy did have more dignity than that. It was there in case she needed it. Not to mention it didn't cost anything if it was right across the room.
Cuddy let out a longer sigh than before. Suddenly, she wished she was back at her hospital, in her office. It didn't take her long to realize that she was homesick because of Thirteen. A drink with her right now would be so much better than being stuck in a hotel room miles away from home. This is only the second time Cuddy has ever left the state alone for business reasons. Usually someone would be accompanying her, but because the project of hers was solo, she didn't have anyone to join her. Cuddy leaned back, holding herself up with her hands, thinking about what to do next. It was only six-thirty and way too early to go to bed. She could occupy herself well by staying on the phone with the hospital and getting updates from everyone. That's if she chose to bother her employees to soothe her boredom. House would be like that, not Cuddy.
Just then, Cuddy's cell phone rang. Speak of the devil…it was House. Cuddy may be bored, but she's not that bored!
"What do you want, House?" That was her greeting the second she flipped the phone open. She didn't sound too happy at all, although it was nice to be in touch with someone from home.
"Well, it's nice to hear from you, too. How's Boston? I heard they're supposed to have a hurricane. Maybe you'll get whisked away and I can be Dean of Medicine."
Cuddy rolled her eyes. "There are no hurricanes here, House, and you would never have my job."
"Pity. Things would go much smoother if I took over."
"The hospital would burn down if you took over!"
"You're bored out there, aren't you? You're actually responding without telling me to shut up."
It was true. Usually by now she would have told him to shut up and get to the point without wasting her time. Cuddy sighed. "What do you want?"
"How are things at Motel 6? I assume this expense came out of your pocket."
"It's the Sheraton and the hospital took care of it."
"Of course they did. No way would you splurge that much knowing your job was on the line."
"House!" Cuddy yelled, but kept her voice indoor.
"It's actually quite fun in here. Makes me feel…extra special sitting behind your desk."
Cuddy rolled her eyes. "How did you get into my office? It was locked."
"You have at least five keys hidden around the perimeter of your home, so I figured you would do the same around your office."
"I don't have keys hidden around my office, House," she muttered. He never stops.
"Well you coulda told me that three hours ago so I wouldn't waste my time looking! But thanks to Foreman and his gang skills, I was able to get in. You have some interesting stuff in here. Luckily for me, you can't stop me as I'm currently going through file after file in the filing cabinet."
Cuddy chewed angrily at her bottom lip. He was always trying to get her going! Now, he was probably trying to get Foreman in trouble by saying he broke into her office. He knew she would confront him and possibly condemn him. House wanted Foreman gone, so it wouldn't surprise her if that's where this was going. House probably wasn't even in her office at all!
"I don't believe you're in there," she said. It was a foolish thing to say. There's a nine to ten shot he was in there and doing just what he says he's doing. It was wrong to challenge him.
"Oh don't you, my charming loved one?" House said, voice shooting up a notch in tone and had plenty of joyful sarcasm to go around. "I have to learn more about you if I want to take over."
"You're not taking over my job, and I want you to prove that you're in my office. What was on my desk before you started to 'take over?'" she challenged.
It was the file on Thirteen that she had neatly on top of her other reports and folders. She specifically remembered it being there before locking up.
"Why do I need to prove anything?"
"If you want me to believe you, you need to prove it," Cuddy said simply, beginning to think that he only said this to get her going.
"Dr. Cuddy, I'm appalled that it would even come as a thought in your mind that I would lie to you. Oh, and the folder on top was of Thirteen."
Cuddy's heart leapt.
"Am I right?" There was gleam in his voice. She swore she could see him grinning like a fool over the phone. "Boy, that was fun! Let's do it again!" He sounded like a gloating boy who had just beat the toughest kid on the block at some competing game.
"You knew I was calling her this morning. Her folder had to have been still there." Cuddy tried to cover up her tracks.
"No, not you, Cuddy. You're so meticulous that everything has to end up in the proper spot when you're done with it, especially if you're leaving town. There should be nothing on your desk, but yet, there is, and the file on top is Thirteen's from the filing room. And what a surprise…her picture is the first thing you see when opened. Usually, it's the last in any file. And since you have no reason to know what she looks like…"
"House, what are you getting at?" Cuddy was worried that he had somehow discovered her feelings for Thirteen.
"I'm saying that my sweet little boss has a girl crush on someone from my team."
Now, Cuddy was worried. How could he know that?! Maybe it was just his way of trying to bring it out of her. She had to deny it…
"What?" she asked, sounding disgusted. "House, I can't believe that you—"
"It also came straight from the horse's mouth. If Thirteen could have feelings for you, I assumed you had feelings for her."
"Well, I don't," she lied. "When did she say this?"
"Oh…not too long after you left. I finally pounded it out of her. It didn't take long to put two and two together after she talked about having a fight with her 'girlfriend' last night."
"So she had a girlfriend, big deal, House. Her sexuality is none of my business."
"And since that didn't deter you a single bit, not even with a small pause, I'm guessing you already knew she had a girlfriend."
"It's why she was late this morning, okay?" Cuddy said with defeat. "Yes, I already knew, but that doesn't mean anything!"
House paused, and then it sounded as if he were whining over the phone. "Oh come on Cuddy, stop lying to me! Stop lying to yourself! Thirteen makes your heart flutter. We both know it."
There was something inside Cuddy that didn't want anyone else to know about her crush on Thirteen. It was a self-preservation thing. Probably an ego thing also. Thirteen did mean a lot to her, even though she really didn't know her. It's the feeling a fan has on an actor or actress. They love them, but not because of who they really are, but because how they act. Cuddy didn't know anything about Thirteen, only what she read in the files and her performance around the hospital. It's like Thirteen was an actress and Cuddy was a fan. She couldn't tell House the truth, even if she ever sorted out the feelings herself.
"Would you so happen to be the girlfriend she was talking about?" House added.
"House, if you don't stop bothering me, you're fired."
"Ooh, hostile. That means the answer is a yes. I can't wait to tell everyone!"
"Good night, House," she said and flipped her phone closed before he could say anything else.
Go figure that House would know something before it happens. Thirteen wouldn't go off and say something to him…would she? She wasn't conditioned to know when House was full of shit. He could merely come up to her with an "I know," or something similar and there she goes, spilling her guts. Or maybe she didn't say anything and House had no choice but to try to get it out of Cuddy. She hoped it came down to that. She didn't want House knowing about her and Thirteen before she knew!
Her phone was still clenched in her hand when she looked down at it. Maybe she should call her and ask about what happened. Maybe House is setting the both of them up. There was only one way to find out. She flipped her phone open again to dial the number she finally learned from memory, but when she got to the fourth digit, the door was knocked on. She set the phone down and got up to answer it.
"Who is it?" she asked, halfway to the door.
There was no answer. Instead of looking in the peephole, which is something Cuddy, or anyone, would do automatically, she opened the door. Her eyes immediately went wide with what she saw. There she was…the familiar perfect face and body…standing just feet away from her.
"Dr. Hadley, what are you doing here?" She tried not to sound too surprised, but failed miserably. Shock was all that filled her voice.
Thirteen exposed a paper bag that was heavy with contents. "Something told me you could use a drink."
A small frown came to Cuddy's face. "And you came all this way to give me something that I could've very easily have gotten downstairs?"
Thirteen never lost the small smile on her face. "I owed you a drink, so here I am."
Cuddy took the paper bag filled with liquor. Knowing Thirteen, she purchased all heavy liquor. She did appear to be the party girl type.
"This could've easily waited until I got back in two days," Cuddy said dryly.
Words couldn't describe how thrilled she was to see Thirteen four feet away from her. It sure beat two hundred and sixty miles! But she sure as hell wasn't acting like she was thrilled! Lucky for her, Thirteen's feelings weren't easily hurt. They would be, for Cuddy didn't sound as if she were joking. She sounded appalled and bothered.
"I figured you could use the company. House said you don't get away too often by yourself."
Cuddy groaned and rolled her eyes. "Figures House would be involved in this. You didn't tell him about…"
"About what?" Thirteen asked, still outside the door.
Cuddy realized she didn't invite her in yet and waved her in.
"About your 'thing' for me," Cuddy said in a hushed, but firm tone as she shut the door behind her. She spoke as if House was right outside her door as well.
Cuddy wasn't subtle with telling Thirteen about her crush on her. She took the word 'assume' to a whole new level. It was never said by anyone other than House that Thirteen had a thing for Cuddy and House was always full of shit. He couldn't be trusted in this area. There was no other evidence that supported the fact that Thirteen had a crush on Cuddy, other than her asking her out for a drink and, the big one, which was showing up on her business trip. Still, did that qualify for the definition of having a crush on someone?
"Thing?" Thirteen questioned, heavily frowning.
"This is a one-sided
crush, Dr. Hadley. I'm sorry, but I can't reciprocate. I can't
be what you want."
Thirteen followed her to the bureau, where
she set the bag down. "How do you know what I want?" Her voice
was strong and stern. Cuddy came out with this so fast, as if she had
hours to think of what to say in case her employee flew down to
Boston to show up at her hotel room.
"I know you want me," Cuddy said bluntly as she turned back around to face Thirteen. "I think it's easy to determine that by the way you flew here. You wouldn't do that for the hell of it."
"You're right…I wouldn't do that for the hell of it. I must want you. And if you weren't so scared, you'd fess up also."
If Cuddy was being direct, Thirteen would have a go at it also.
The tension in the room was great, and getting heavier with each passing second. Whether Thirteen was joshing her or trying to get something out of her, Cuddy never responded with what Thirteen wanted to hear. Cuddy would continue to contradict her own feelings probably up until the point where Thirteen cussed her out and left the room. Either that or she'd be leaving in tears, feeling down about herself that she did all this work for nothing. Just thinking about that made Cuddy's heart melt. She didn't want to hurt Thirteen like that. No one has ever gone out of their way to fly somewhere to be with her. It was the sweetest gesture, but Cuddy forced herself not to be moved by it.
Cuddy scoffed. "I never said I wanted you, Dr. Hadley."
"Then why can't you look into my eyes. Look into my eyes and tell me that." Thirteen was growing weak. Her voice cracked slightly.
Cuddy didn't realize she wasn't making eye contact when she spoke to Thirteen. It was hard to look into her eyes.
"You were hesitant on the phone with me last night to call me in for this morning. You called me three times this morning, and like you said…what administrator would call even once? If you're not there, you don't get the job, is that right?"
Cuddy was speechless. She was completely right. For a job of that caliber, if you don't show up on time, you don't get the job, simple as that.
"So you were late to test my patience?"
"No, I was honest with why I was late. At least I'm not afraid to confess what I feel. I have a room downstairs. I guess you're better off drinking by yourself."
Cuddy didn't realize it, but there was no smile on Thirteen's face anymore. It was wiped off shortly after she told her to look into her eyes, which failed miserably. Cuddy's heart tightened. No one she knew that liked her, or someone even married to her would never surprise her on a business trip. Not even a sibling would do that! Thirteen was either a very nice person, or liked her in a way no one could begin to comprehend. Cuddy knew she would be foolish to let someone like this leave her room. She helplessly watched as Thirteen spun around and walked towards the door. If she didn't say something now, she'd miss her chance.
"D-Dr. Hadley…"
Thirteen, who had her hand on the doorknob, looked over her shoulder, back at Cuddy. There was definite hurt displayed across her beautiful face.
"You…don't have to leave."
Cuddy still couldn't bring herself to audibly admit feelings for Thirteen. So far, it was just her mind and body that knew of her feelings. Never did she say them aloud and saying them aloud to the very someone before admitting it anywhere else was hard. Thirteen obviously had time to talk about her feelings and was prepared for this. Cuddy was scared. She's never been in love with a woman before, and if she was, she didn't go into it blindly.
"I think I should, Dr. Cuddy. You're not ready. It was stupid of me to come."
Cuddy shook her head. "No, it wasn't stupid. I don't want you to leave thinking I'm not interested…because…because I am. Well…yeah…" Cuddy felt embarrassed and it showed. She couldn't stay still. Her hands went from being locked behind her back to the front. She was never this scared, not even when she had to give her first speech back at Michigan in front of hundreds of people in a large auditorium. This didn't even compare to it at all! The speech never turned Cuddy's limbs to jelly. One look at Thirteen and Cuddy couldn't feel her legs.
"I understand. It was rude of me to drop in like this and expect you to say something you don't mean. I'm sorry."
Cuddy's voice was caught in her throat. She couldn't stop Thirteen from leaving. She finally found her voice when the door was long shut and Thirteen was gone.
"Dammit!" she cussed and slammed her fist lightly on the top of the bureau beside the bag of liquor. Why the hell couldn't she just be brave enough to tell Thirteen what she felt?! It's not like she would get shot down! Who cares what other people would think. When you're in love, you don't think about that. Or at least you shouldn't!
Maybe a drink would loosen her up. No…she had to be in the right mind when thinking about all this. She couldn't cheat. There was nothing more she wanted right now than to spend time with Thirteen. She said she was staying in this hotel. Maybe she could find her.
Cuddy sat on the edge of the bed again and stared at the floor. This became a popular stance when it came to thinking. She's been doing a lot of that lately. On the up side, at least she could feel her limbs again.
Cuddy needed something to get her mind off Thirteen. She thought of taking a bath, but had no tub! She thought of the Jacuzzi in her room, but didn't really feel like that form of luxury at the moment. It was only going on seven o'clock, maybe she could find something to do downstairs in the recreational part of the hotel to take her mind off things. Since her speech was half done, at least five minutes worth, she would allow herself to go have a little fun.
Cuddy was an ace at tennis, but because they didn't have tennis courts in the hotel, she had to stick to squash. It was either that or volleyball. Since the volleyball court was empty and that's not a game you can play solo, Cuddy joined a middle-aged man on the squash court.
Cuddy entered the large court with a rented tennis racquet and tennis ball. She was dressed in gray sweats that came just inches above her knee and a plain white tank top that she brought with her on the trip.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked the man, throwing her hair back into a ponytail.
"Sure," the man with gorgeous blue eyes said and bounced the tennis ball on the floor beneath him.
Cuddy thanked him. They used his ball. Cuddy tossed hers off to the side. Since she knew how to play squash very well, there was no need to explain the rules, so they just started playing for fun. There were no points involved. It's a good thing there wasn't, because Cuddy was killing him in the first round! She was fast and her acuity was fantastic. Although she did have to hand it to her opponent, who was also very good at this sport. He was quite muscular and looked as if he should be a gym instructor judging by his physique and the way he moved.
They played for ten minutes, running back and forth and eagerly assaulting the tennis ball with determined racquets. He called times when he couldn't run anymore. His breathing told Cuddy that.
"You're good," he complimented.
"Thanks. You are, too," she said back, twirling her racquet in her hands. She wasn't done. After her opponent left, she planned on using up what was left of her boundless energy with a solo game.
"Are you a tennis instructor or something?" he asked.
Cuddy shook her head. "No. This is just one of my passions."
That seemed good enough for him. Suddenly, he reached out his hand to her. "I'm Sean by the way."
"Lisa," Cuddy said, shaking his hand politely.
Sean smiled. "Well, Lisa, if you're back here tomorrow, I wouldn't mind another challenge."
Cuddy also smiled. "You're on."
Sean left shortly after that, leaving Cuddy alone. She was able to easily get back into the mood and take out her frustrations and energy into the game. She thought of Thirteen most of the time now that she was alone. Even though the idea of coming in to play squash was to turn her mind onto something else, not think of Thirteen. It was inevitable. Playing solo made her think harder now that she didn't have competition. Thirteen took over her mind. What was she doing right now? Was she in her hotel room? If so, what was she doing? Unanswerable questions flew through Cuddy's head. She was able to play squash, and think deeply at the same time. Multitasking was usually second nature to her.
Cuddy only missed the ball once and that was when she visualized Thirteen yelling at her with tears in her eyes. Cuddy didn't know what brought on that visualization, but it felt so real. Thirteen's voice literally filled her head, echoing off every solid wall.
Cuddy didn't realize how much she was pushing herself until the voice made her stop. She hunched over slightly and panted hard. Her legs burned and her calves ached. She had been running back and forth like playing a racquetball game for twenty minutes straight. She purposely hit the tennis ball each time so she would have to run for it.
She took a huge gulp of water from her water bottle to cool her burning throat before packing up to go back to the room. It was great to get her frustration out like that. Now, she didn't feel so constricted.
Getting back to her room, Cuddy realized she hadn't had dinner yet. Her stomach reminded her that it was time to eat. She thought to order room service rather than going downstairs to the restaurant and eating there, but had a different idea instead. Cuddy couldn't get Thirteen out of her head. She knew she didn't know the woman very well and figured this would be a great way to get to know her. Cuddy called the front desk to get Thirteen's number for her room. When she easily obtained it, she called the room two floors below hers. Her heart sped up in fear. Her hands and arms felt tingly and heavy again. She was nervous.
"Hello?" came Thirteen's voice after the second ring.
"Hi…Dr. Hadley, it's me," Cuddy said, willing herself not to freeze up again. There are so many times she could freeze up and get away with it. After a while, it gets annoying.
"Oh…hi…what's up?" she asked, trying to sound pleasant, but failed at it.
It was so much easier talking to her on the phone than in person. Cuddy found herself realizing that straight away when she was able to talk without stuttering.
"I was wondering if you wanted to join me for a late dinner. It's just downstairs."
Thirteen paused. Cuddy almost wondered if she had hung up. When she was a second away from speaking, Thirteen answered.
"I already ate," came her reply.
Cuddy sighed. "No, you didn't."
"How do you know if I did or not?"
"Dr. Hadley, if you're as nervous as I was, you didn't eat a thing, and since you just got here, you haven't had the time to eat."
"Why would you be nervous? Don't worry, I don't plan to throw myself at you. I'm leaving tonight. I was able to exchange my ticket and get a flight home. This was a very stupid mistake."
Cuddy threw her hand over her face. While she was busy playing squash and venting her frustration out on the court, Thirteen was locked away in the room, thinking she didn't have a friend in the world. Or in this case, didn't have Cuddy.
"You don't have to leave," Cuddy said, voice firm.
"Yes, I do. It's better for both of us."
"I don't want you to leave." Cuddy knew if she didn't speak up now, Thirteen would really be leaving and she would miss her chance completely. This was a wonderful opportunity to get to know her. All she had to do was convince her to stay. Cuddy had no idea she was this far gone. She was giving up completely.
"Why not? There's nothing keeping me here."
"I'm keeping you here, Remy," she said, using her name aloud for the first time. She continued when Thirteen didn't say anything. "Please…have dinner with me. We need to talk."
"If you're going to deny me, just tell me now. Don't wait until then." Thirteen used the phrase "we need to talk" as something bad. "I haven't even liked you for very long and already you broke my heart. I can't handle a round two."
"I'm so sorry." Cuddy covered her mouth and fought off tears. She had no idea her words had such an impact on the young woman. "I didn't mean to sound that way. I've never had another woman like me and I just…freaked out. But at the same time…I've never liked another woman before, so I freaked out again."
A pause came over the line.
"Remy?"
"You like me?" There was hope in Thirteen's voice, but it sounded anything but happy. Thirteen still sounded shot down.
Cuddy sighed. "…Yes. I just didn't know how to handle it. I'm so sorry."
That's the very news that Thirteen's wanted to hear for a while now, but still, she didn't make any excited sounds or cheery tones. She sounded the same as she did throughout this conversation, almost as if she were afraid to get her heart broken again if she so much as smiled. She didn't want to continue if Cuddy was lying to her.
"Are you just saying this so I'll have dinner with you? You don't have to lie to me, Dr. Cuddy, I'll still have dinner with you if that's what you want."
"I'm not lying. Why would I lie about that?" Cuddy asked, getting defensive.
"Oh I don't know…maybe to get me to stay, get me to eat, whatever. You don't share my feelings, Dr. Cuddy. I saw the look on your face when I showed up at your room. You were disgusted with me. That's all I needed to see to know how you felt."
"Just…come up to my room. We can talk then." Cuddy didn't want to argue anymore over the phone. She had a feeling that no matter what she said, Thirteen wouldn't change her tone.
Thirteen agreed to do so and hung up. Five minutes later, she was knocking at the door. Cuddy opened it. Thirteen didn't look happy to be there at all.
"Let's just get this over with," she said, feeling uncomfortable to be around Cuddy. Cuddy saw that right away.
She stepped away from Cuddy, back facing her. Cuddy had to make this better, otherwise Thirteen was going to walk out of her life and stay out. She was so close to doing so already.
"Dr. Hadley…the reason I called you that many times this morning is because I was worried. You're right, administrators don't care why their employees are late. If you're not there, that's that, end of story. But that's not how it was with me. I thought something happened and that's all I could think about until you showed up."
"You would give that option to anyone, Dr. Cuddy. It's who you are," Thirteen said, still not turning around.
"That's not the point I'm trying to make," Cuddy said, slowly approaching her. "I did it because I like you. There, I said it again, I like you. No, this isn't a pity thing and I'm not just saying it because that's what you want to hear. I acted surprised when you showed up here because I never expected that!"
"You were afraid of having feelings for me," Thirteen said.
"That, too," Cuddy admitted, stepping up so close behind her that their bodies nearly touched. "But I'm not afraid now. I want to get to know you better. Will you let me do that?"
Instinctively, Cuddy reached her hand up and played with the ends of Thirteen's ponytail. Thirteen turned around to face her. Their eyes met. Wordless expressions were exchanged at the speed of light. So much went on with this simple gesture. Cuddy wasn't sure which one of them took one another's hands first, but she did know who started drawing in for their first kiss. It was her. The very person that was afraid of continuing was the first to slowly inch her face towards Thirteen's.
Thirteen also moved her face forward, but did so with slight hesitation. Within moments, they were so damn close that they could feel one another's breath on their lips.
Lightly, their lips met. It was hesitation on both parts. Thirteen only took it slow because Cuddy took it slow. Cuddy did realize that. The only way Thirteen would press on is if she did so herself. Cuddy didn't know what happened next, or how it happened, but the electrifying sensations in her brain, as well as flying through every inch of her body had drove her into taking the next step without thinking. She threaded her fingers through the hair at the back of Thirteen's head as she pulled her in to deepen the kiss. When Thirteen felt that Cuddy wanted this as much as she did, she was the first to use tongue. Her hands caressed Cuddy's upper and lower back before also placing her hand at the back of Cuddy's head, drawing her in deeper. Cuddy couldn't describe how wonderful it was to experience this with Thirteen. Thirteen had one of the most amazingly talented tongues she ever felt!
The kiss left both women panting and desperate for air. Cuddy's body was on fire.
"Do you still doubt my feelings?" Cuddy breathed.
"I'm sorry that I ever did," Thirteen responded. Both her hands were at Cuddy's hips, refusing to let go.
Cuddy brushed a few strands of hair from Thirteen's face as the two never took their eyes off one another.
"Are you still hungry?" Thirteen asked.
"Not for food," Cuddy replied and went in for another kiss.
"Me either," Thirteen breathed into Cuddy's mouth before kissing her back with full passion.
Cuddy's body sparked when Thirteen snaked her hands up from her hips and rested on her chest. Cuddy easily felt this amazing touch, for her outfit still consisted of the tank top and sweats. The tank top had a non-existing neckline and when Thirteen's fingertips grazed the skin belonging to the sides of her breasts, the electrifying impulses in her body magnified. Every time Thirteen's fingers browsed and kneaded at the exposed skin, Cuddy would let out a satisfied moan in her mouth.
It wasn't long before Thirteen's hands left Cuddy's breasts and traveled downwards to tug at the hem of her shirt. She wanted this stupid thing off so she could have better access to one of the two goals left. Cuddy got the hint and let Thirteen remove her shirt. Cuddy's bra was the next thing to go. Thirteen unclasped it immediately after the removal of her tank top. She let it fall to the ground once the straps slid off her arms. Thirteen smiled inwardly. She always envisioned Cuddy having the perfect breasts.
Thirteen didn't waste any time in filling her mouth with her breast. Cuddy's body jerked when Thirteen drew a small piece of the areola between her teeth and bit down lightly. Thirteen smiled against her breast. That got all the women going. Cuddy was lucky to have a well-experienced bisexual giving her the pleasure. Cuddy couldn't remember the last time any man had pleasured her chest in the orgasmic way that Thirteen was at the moment. She knew exactly where Cuddy's pleasure spots were without even being told and knew what to do about it. Cuddy arched against Thirteen as the second wave of pleasure coursed through her body due to Thirteen's amazing ability to use her tongue where it counted.
Thirteen grinned when Cuddy let out a moan, followed by a gasp. That gasp meant Thirteen nipped at her skin again.
"You're so beautiful, Lisa," she breathed, reaching in for another kiss. "I could kiss you all day."
Suddenly, Thirteen's cell phone rang, completely ruining the mood. Both women let out a sigh. Thirteen's sigh was louder and angrier. Cuddy's sounded more like a sigh of relief.
Thirteen apparently knew the caller before stepping off to the side and drawing it out of her pocket to answer it. She didn't look too happy at all to take the call from whoever this was.
"What do you want?" Thirteen asked, keeping her eyes to the ground. Her voice quickly grew annoyed. Cuddy wasn't sure if that was from the interruption or the caller.
Whoever it was on the other line was talking loudly. Cuddy could tell it was a woman. In fact, it sounds like the same woman that yelled in from the other room when Cuddy called Thirteen last night.
"Look, I'm not getting into this with you right now," Thirteen hissed, keeping her voice low.
Cuddy was no longer in the mood. In fact, this phone call made her reevaluate what was going on between her and Thirteen. Even though it's what she wanted between them, it was completely unacceptable! It shouldn't happen!
Heavy heart returning, Cuddy threw her tank top back on and picked up her bra. Thirteen saw this and told whoever was on the phone to hold on. After hitting the mute button, she gawked at Cuddy's actions.
"You're bailing on me?"
"This isn't right," Cuddy said, almost reluctantly.
"It's what we both want. How can it not be right?" Thirteen was angry. Her tone said it all. "Just let me get her off the phone and we can talk."
Cuddy shook her head. "I don't want to talk. It's over. It has to be."
Thirteen's waited for what seemed like forever for this to happen between her and Cuddy. How could a phone call that interrupted them have changed her mind so quickly? It angered her. She felt hot all of a sudden as this anger enveloped her like nothing she has ever felt before.
Cuddy saw her mood change and if she didn't excuse herself now, one of them would be getting hurt.
Thirteen hung up the phone and put it on silent. "There. No one will bother us again."
Cuddy would've been okay with this if it weren't for Thirteen's behavior pulling the complete opposite. How could someone go from being passionate to looking like they wanted to punch the wall? Her eyes were so angry! How could that much anger exist in one person? It made Cuddy's mouth fall open.
"That's not the point I'm making, Dr. Hadley—"
"There you go, being formal again," Thirteen spat, shooting her hand in the air. "You couldn't stick to calling me Remy, which means you got what you wanted from me and now it's over."
Cuddy couldn't move. Her feet were nailed to the floor. What else could Thirteen yell out that wasn't true? Cuddy was appalled in a way and hurt in the other. Thirteen was accusing her of using her? That was definitely not true!
"I stopped this because it's not right!" Cuddy defended, finally speaking up instead of being the one getting bashed at. "I'm not what you want!"
"Oh just stop with the fucking excuses, Lisa!" Thirteen stepped closer to her. "You saying you liked me, that was just all bullshit, right? You obviously have a great sense of humor, because if you think this is a joke—"
"It's not a joke, Remy!" Cuddy said, voice on the sympathetic side. "I like you. I like you a lot, but…"
"You're afraid," Thirteen offered, sounding sure of herself. She threw her hands to her hips. "You know, for future reference, you really shouldn't dish out the dessert and take it away before the first bite. Hopefully the next person you like is smarter than me and catches on about you, because I actually fell in love with you a little too late to do anything about it!"
Tears came to Cuddy's eyes. She didn't know what hit her the hardest…Thirteen being so angry, or the fact that Thirteen was right. Cuddy did all the leading, was the first to admit her feelings, invited her to dinner, and did everything she could to get through to Thirteen. Now, she was backing down, like Thirteen and the efforts meant nothing to her.
"I'm scared…" Cuddy started.
"You weren't too scared when you had your tongue down my throat," Thirteen spat. "What changed?"
"For starters, your attitude!" Cuddy said loudly, trying not to put too much emotion into it. "Are you like this to everyone who says no to you?"
"Only the ones who lead me on and stop in the middle of it for no reason," Thirteen said, folding her arms across her chest.
Cuddy sighed and threw her hands to her face. "Okay, this has to stop. We have to talk, not yell." She pulled her hands away, brushing a few tears away in the process.
"Forget it. Nothing I say will change your mind, whether we talk, yell, or whisper." She walked past Cuddy and drew open the untouched paper bag that had the liquor in it. Cuddy watched her closely.
"What are you—"
"Getting drunk," she said, pulling out a large bottle of some very expensive Grey Goose vodka. "And then I'm catching the midnight flight out of here and be home by one."
Cuddy covered her mouth. Two tears slid evenly down her cheeks. She couldn't stop Thirteen. She wanted to, but her voice wouldn't allow her to, even though her mind screamed at her to do something. How could she overcome a fear, just to sink back into it again? When she kissed Thirteen, it was incredible. In fact, her lips still felt the kiss from not too long ago. This wasn't just a fling between women. There was actual love here. So why did Cuddy stop?
She cringed preemptively knowing Thirteen would slam the door shut behind her. Cuddy dropped to a seated position on the bed and stared at the floor. In a way, she had to thank whoever it was on the phone for stopping them. Cuddy got ahead of herself. Even though she liked Thirteen a lot and wanted to go all the way with her, she couldn't. Maybe it was because she was her boss and almost twice her age. And then Cuddy had it in her head that Thirteen could do better, or maybe she had an image of someone else that was better in her mind. Whatever her reason is, Cuddy was convinced that she just couldn't possibly love her! There had to be someone out there more qualified for Thirteen, someone more equipped to give her the proper love she deserves without being so afraid to show it! If Thirteen left the room understanding Cuddy's feelings, Cuddy would know it was over. The fact that Thirteen got so angry and stormed out of the room with the vodka bottle, Cuddy knew it wasn't over. Thirteen liked her, even more than she put out.
For the first time, Cuddy sobbed. She threw her hands over her face and sobbed into them. Cuddy always knew the answers, or could at least substitute for them. With this, she had no answers.