"How did you know that I had girl problems? Why not guy problems?" Thirteen inquired.
"I'm a very intuitive woman, who has been around the block. I could tell mainly by the way you dressed and carried yourself. You wear tight, dark colored jeans, but you let your belt hang from your waist. You wear black leather boots, but rarely with a skirt or a dress. You tend to wear bolder, darker colors instead of bright ones, and you generally always wear a t shirt with a nice sweater over top." Lena smiled,
"Uhm, I don't understand how that helps narrow it down, but continue." Thirteen rested her elbow on the back of the chair. Lena continued,
"I can also tell by the way you sit, and the way you allow the ladies to go first into the elevator, and how you hold the doors for them, but not the men."
Thirteen smirked,
"You make it sound so obvious."
Lena leaned back a little on her pillows,
"That's because when you've been with enough women, you tend to pick up on certain behaviors."
"Your chart said you were divorced. I take it the husband didn't like having to compete with other women?"
Lena shook her head,
"I couldn't keep pretending to be in love with him. As we got older, I was growing less and less satisfied with our marriage. He was an amazing man, but, he just didn't have the right stuff, you know what I mean?"
Thirteen laughed a bit,
"Yeah, I know what you mean."
The two women carried on light conversation until the rain had somewhat subsided and the sky was turning into a soft pink light. Thirteen glanced out the window, and then looked at her watch; she stood when she noticed the time,
"Lena, I've got to go. My shifts up, but can I stop by again tomorrow?"
Lena gave her a soft, maternal smile.
"Of course, darlin'. It was nice talking to someone who didn't see me strictly as a specimen, or a patient."
Thirteen smiled back,
"It was nice to talk to a woman who could make me feel good and not feel guilty." At those words, Thirteen's smile faded. Lena noticed this,
"I take it that other someone was the woman whose loss your carryin' on your shoulders?"
Thirteen nodded slightly. Lena gave her an understanding nod,
"For tomorrow." Thirteen smiled and walked out into the darkened, near empty hallway.
Once again, Lisa Cuddy found herself sitting in her office well past normal hours. She enjoyed her job, but sometimes enough was enough. She closed the manila folder and placed it in her desk drawer. She rose out of her chair, and proceeded to begin her 'heading home for the day' ritual. She went to the front of her desk and began placing a batch of folders that had been resting on her desk into the wide middle pocket of her briefcase. She was startled by a muffled knock at the door.
"Come in." she beckoned without bothering to turn around.
"Dr. House, if you honestly think that serenading me after hours with your annoying smart assed banter, then you are horribly mistaken." She said. The body behind her took a step closer,
"Hey, Lis." the voice said. Cuddy stood frozen as the voice grazed her ear.
"Dr. Hadley, if you need something, it will have to wait until tomorrow." She said in as solid of a tone as she could muster. She exhaled and turned around,
"What do you want, Remy?"
Thirteen took a step closer.
"I wanted to talk to you. Please?" her eyes seemed to plead and pull at Cuddy's heart. Reluctantly she nodded,
"Make it quick."
Cuddy continued to gather her things and place them in her suitcase. Thirteen began,
"I want to know why you haven't given me the chance to apologize. Why you don't even look at me anymore."
Cuddy turned and gave an annoyed grin,
"Well because you cheated on me, didn't tell me, treated me like shit until I found out, and lied to me. Does that sum it up?"
Thirteen's face began to crumble with guilt. Cuddy turned around, clasped her briefcase shut and continued over to get her coat. As she was putting her coat on, she felt a familiar hand slowly creep around her waist and the heat of a familiar form on her back. Her heart began to race.
"I want another chance. I can't go home tonight knowing that you and I can never be together again." Remy whispered in her ear, her lips grazing her earlobe. Cuddy's breath caught in her throat. Remy slowly placed her arms around to the lapels of Lisa's jacket and slowly pulled it off of her; kissing and caressing her neck and shoulders as the jacket fell.
The jacket hit the floor, and Remy's arms wrapped around Lisa's waist. Lisa began to melt into that comforting embrace that she had longed for. She slowly turned around, obviously succumbing to Remy's touch. She asked in a weak voice,
"Why do you do this to me…?" Remy smiled faintly as she leaned down began kissing Lisa's cheekbones. Remy then moved to envelope Lisa's lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Lisa's senses became heightened; she felt electrified at every touch and moaned as Remy's hands began slipping beneath her shirt.
At the contact of Lisa's bare skin, Remy felt sensation all over; she wanted, no, needed Lisa. The two slowly moved over to the couch; on the way, Remy shut off the desk light, completely darkening the room. When their journey finally lead them to the couch, Remy began unbuttoning Lisa's top. The black shirt became a mere puddle of fabric on the floor. As the shirt fell, Remy laid soft kisses down Lisa's stomach.
Lisa felt a burning sensation between her legs; she had missed Remy for so long. The trail of kisses lead Remy to the top button of Lisa's skirt. Remy slowly undid the button and allowed the skirt to drop. Lisa lay back on the couch, Remy's lips once again connected with hers. Remy's hands worked to remove layer after layer of Lisa's clothing….
Remy was awoken by a ray of sunlight grazing her eyelids. She took in her surroundings; wincing at the unfamiliarity. She felt a warm body lying upon hers. She carefully looked down and smiled when she took in the sight of a sleeping Lisa; her body laying across Thirteen's, a green blanket covering her near naked body. Her chest was slowly rising and falling with her breaths, and each breath grazed Thirteen's chest; Lisa's head resting on Thirteen's chest.
She carefully nudged Lisa out of her sweet slumber, and glanced down at her watch: five fifteen a.m. Lisa slightly stirred, and then slowly arose; taking in the surroundings. Suddenly, as if a spirit struck her, she immediately realized why a. she was only in her underwear, b. sleeping on Remy on a couch, and c. in her office. She quickly rose off the couch and began gathering together her things. Remy swung her legs around and began putting on her boots, all the while staring at Lisa. She began reminiscing, about how much she missed Lisa's touch, the feel of her skin; hell, the feel of Lisa's skin on her own. She knew, or at the very least, hoped that perhaps Lisa felt the same way. Her hurried actions and constant shaking of her head told Thirteen otherwise. Lisa began pulling her skirt past her waist; her eyes constantly avoiding Thirteen's. Thirteen grabbed her sweater, and Lisa's top, from the chair beside the couch. She began putting on her own sweater; when she peeked her head out, the sight that awaited her somewhat seemed to unsettle her. Lisa was turned around, her hands on her desk, her head hanging down. Thirteen got up and handed Lisa her shirt. Lisa remained turned around and took her shirt, slowly reapplying it to her person.
"What's wrong, Lisa?" Thirteen asked in a gentle tone.
"This. This is all wrong." Lisa muttered.
Lisa began putting her shoes back on,
"Why is this wrong?" Thirteen asked, stunned and somewhat hurt.
"Because you waltz in here; seemingly under the illusion that nothing happened. you barely say a word and seduce me into having reckless sex in my office. And you and I both know what's going to happen next. You're going to say that you didn't mean to do what you did, and that you miss me, and all that other b.s. that I am in no mood to hear. You took advantage of me."
Lisa walked to the her coat rack for her second attempt at going home. Thirteen followed closely,
"How did I take advantage of you? You weren't in any kind of emotional or physical distress when I came in here." she nearly shouted. Lisa then quickly turned around; and if Thirteen hadn't known any better, she would have thought that she saw tears beginning to well up in Lisa's emerald eyes,
"You took advantage of me because you knew how much I missed you; how much I still missed you! You knew that all it would take was just the slightest touch, and I would be all yours again. But I can't be yours all over again, because of what you did, and because of how you hid it from me."
Thirteen stood aghast, staring at the floor on the verge of a meltdown. Lisa tried to regain her composure,
"All you have ever given me are excuses. They aren't enough anymore…"
Thirteen opened her mouth to say something, but Lisa gently placed her fingers upon Thirteen's lips,
"…put yourself in my shoes." Thirteen's shame filled titanium eyes met Lisa's tearful, hurt filled green. Thirteen brought her hand to Lisa's cheek; gently brushing it with her thumb. Lisa closed her eyes and pulled away. Thirteen drew her hand back, and focused on every weighted word that fell from Lisa's lips. Lisa planted a small kiss on Thirteen's cheek. Lisa's swallowed back a sob,
"…think about what you did to me, Remy; I mean actually, consider what I'm going through…then we'll talk."
Lisa turned and walked out of her office into the darkened clinic, disappearing from Thirteen's sight. Thirteen stood back in the office, staring at the couch. Her apprehensions weren't completely incorrect. Lisa missed her so much, that it was hurting her just as much, if not more, than it was Thirteen. But her misjudged aspect, was that Lisa was not as ready to come back to her as she had hoped.
Hey guys! Sorry for the long hiatus. I'm getting back into the writing! There is a missing chapter between chapter seven and eight. I'll work on it and post it. It's gonna be a little bit before I can post more chapters! It's getting harder and harder to write! Please review!