A/N Four days gasp what happened did I get a life? No. Just writer's block like a cut throat bitch, and as you should know. I would never give you guys a crappy trudged through, obviously not having any idea what I'm doing chapter. I had to wait until I liked what I wrote. So here you go straight from two hours of writing in the most awkward position ever. Chapter sixteen. (Sixteen! When? How?)
Disclaimer: It would have ended a season sooner, and there would have been Camteen.
"Why didn't you come to get your stuff sooner?" Allison asked, a hand keeping the door of Remy's closet, that had been defiantly trying to stay shut while she hauled her things out of it, open. While watching her dump her clothes into the box on the floor.
"I didn't want to come over here." The brunette replied, looking up to the blonde. Who at the reply flicked her eyes around the bare walls of Remy's room. She uncurled her girlfriend's fingers from around the edge of the door, so that it fell shut again.
"You came and got some clothes.. But not all your stuff?" Allison seemed to snap back to reality. Looking quizzically at the taller girl.
"Yeah... I came, planning to get my stuff. But then I was all alone, and it was..." Remy looked away as she ended her sentence, mumbling her words.
"What?" Allison turned Remy's face back to look her in the eye with two fingers on her jaw. The brunette shook her head.
"Nothing." She said, a small pink flush coming to her cheeks, as she turned spun around to head to the other side of the room.
"You know when you do that it only makes me want to know more." Allison pouted, watching Remy shuffling through the box she had filled.
"It was creepy. It was raining, and I was alone, and it was creepy. So I rode home with the clothes I could stuff in my back pack in the rain." Remy spun around, surprising the blonde that had been stalking towards her as she explained. Making them extremely close, and even though they could lie intertwined on the couch, and still somewhat focus on the show they were watching. The sudden closeness could get that fluttering back in both of their chests.
"You were scared?" Allison asked, surprising herself by actually being able to say the words. Much less put the teasing tone she had meant to on them. With the sensation Remy was casting over her coursing through her veins. Remy glanced away, cheeks flushing an adorable shade of pink.
"No, I was creeped out. Totally different." She looked back in the eye of the blonde. Holding them unwaveringly, with a dead seriousness that only made the other girl's smile widen.
"Mm, sure. Why were you creeped out. It's not even creepy." Allison glanced around the room again. Which she had first thought of a small but compared to the brunette's new one was actually some what average.
"It was like eight thirty, and it was dark, and thunder storming..., and I was alone. How would you like it if I left you alone here?" Remy asked, leaning back against her bed. Raising an eyebrow, and gaining control over her rapidly beating heart. Although missing the feeling a bit.
"I wouldn't want to be alone..." Allison replied, realizing what she meant. It was getting dark outside, and it was starting to drizzle. The house had a somewhat unlived in feel, and a lot of her father's belongings were still in it.
"I don't have to best memories in this place, or my last one, or the one before. But.., I do have a couple with you." Remy leaned across the small space between them and kissed Allison on the nose. She smiled when she felt hands on her hips.
"Do you want to make a few more before you leave it forever?" Allison asked laying a kiss on her cheek. Then the corner of her mouth. Then her lips.
"Sounds like a good idea." Remy mumbled against the blonde's mouth, as she was pushed against her old bed. Stripped free of the sheets. Allison crawled onto her, straddling the brunette's hips.
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"Leave it." Remy said against the bare flesh of her girlfriend's hip. Barely moving her lips from it, and continuing her ministrations to the spot. Making Allison squirm under her. The blonde's phone was currently going off in her bag, which sat near the doorway of the bedroom.
"I have to get it. It could be my mom." Allison replied attempting to squirm out from under her barely dressed girlfriend. Making the lips on her hip slid lower. She felt a smile flicker across the mouth now pressed to her thigh. A few seconds too late realizing the idea that had caused it as Remy's lips moved from the front to her inner thigh.
"Rem- Ah!" The warning in the form of the brunette's name was interrupted by a gasp. When Remy's tongue ran the length of the blonde's sex. Hands that had traveled to the brunette's hair to pull her away instinctually encouraged her further into her center.
Allison's phone gave another, in Remy's mind very badly timed, ring. The brunette's gripped her girlfriend's hips, but the blonde managed to pull away. Aiming a playful glare at her girlfriend as she made her way to her bag, while pulling her tee-shirt on. She answered the phone, leaning against the frame of the bed, while staying just out of reach of her girlfriend.
"Hey." Remy sat up. Watching her still half naked girlfriend with rapt attention. Fully intending on jumping her the moment she knew it wasn't a parent.
"Yeah, we're almost finished. You said you'd give me and Remy a ride after on the way to House's." That was her cue, it was obviously Lisa. She crawled toward Allison's back which she had turned to the brunette after ending her glare.
"Bowling? Tonight?" Allison turned back to face Remy just before arms were closed around her middle. Raising her eyebrows at the brunette, and giving her a small push with her free hand to the sternum.
"I don't know let me ask Remy." She cupped a hand over the speaker of the phone. "Do you want to go on a date with House and Lisa?" She asked, eyes taking their time going up the brunette's body to her eyes.
"I don't know. I mean I like going on dates with you.., only if I get Lisa. You liked House a while ago." Allison tightened the grip she had on her speaker.
"A double date." Allison growled.
"Sure." Remy replied. Fighting off a smile at the blonde's reaction. Knowing that she was not proud of her past feelings for her best friend's boyfriend. Knowing not to tease her too much over them..., or let Lisa hear. But that reaction she got out of her was just too...
"She said yes." Allison uncupped her hand from the speaker, leaning back against Remy's chest.
"Okay.." Remy wrapped her arms around the blonde pressing her ear to the other side of Allison's phone. "Now?" Allison started squirming again out of Remy's grip, which she had moments ago placed herself in.
"Okay yeah. You know I suck at bowling?" Remy frowned and looked around the floor for her clothing. Obviously they weren't going to finish what they had started.
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"This isn't a double date. It's a triple date." House complained watching Wilson make another strike.
"Yeah. I didn't know that Amber was going to be here." Remy frowned, resting her chin on the blonde who was almost in her lap's shoulder.
"Be nice." Allison scolded giving the brunette a small smack on the thigh.
"Don't hit me." Remy whined while smiling.
"I didn't know either. She's..., being bitchie." House complained, watching the honey blonde in question flirting with her boyfriend by the ball return.
"She's always bitchie." Remy added. Pinning Allison's arms to her sides so she couldn't hit her again.
"Both of you, she's your friend's girlfriend. Be nice to her." Allison leaned further back into the brunette's tight grip on her.
"But she's mean.., and doesn't like me." Remy said in a small voice that only the blonde could hear, against her ear.
"She doesn't like any of us." Allison replied smirking.
"Hey.. Can you let me go?" She asked after a small silence between the three of them seated at the table. Filled with the clang of pins, and bowling balls, and the chatter of people.
"No." Remy replied without pause. Tightening her grip pointedly around the blonde.
"But I'm up next, and House gets cranky when people to take their turn right away." Allison whined in the same small voice that Remy had used. The brunette released her frowning.
"House is always cranky." She said to Allison's back.
"So.. The last time we were here. When Cameron was in your lap.. Were you two together then?" House asked. Looking to Remy as he asked. While she watched her girlfriend.
"What?" Remy turned to face him after darting her eyes away from Allison's rear when she turned around so as not to be caught.
"Last time when we all went bowling. Like now, except with the token. When Cameron was in your lap. Were you together?" Remy had forgotten that they didn't all know just when and how her and Allison had gotten together, and was a bit surprised that House hadn't figured it out. Also that he would let his facade that he knew everything about everyone drop enough to actually ask her this. It meant it was bugging him a lot. She wouldn't get many chances to mess with him..
"Why do you call her Cameron?" Remy asked, leaning onto the table between them.
"You don't know your girlfriend's last name? Now answer the question." He looked to Lisa still waiting for their french fries at the bar. Remy assumed that Lisa wouldn't be very happy about him digging into her best friend's relationship like this.
"I mean why do you call her by her last name? You do that with like everyone.." He gave her a small kick in the shin under the table. "No we weren't." Remy looked away at this. Hoping that the questions would end with this. But knowing that that definitely wasn't enough information to sate House's colossal curiousity.
"When then?" He knew that they couldn't have kept it secret for very long, and had a general idea of they got together. But he was very curious of how seemingly very straight Allison had fallen for Remy.
"I'm surprised you didn't know." Remy replied, standing to to go take her turn. House glared at her back while she went. He'd get the answer out of her.
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"You said you sucked." Allison groaned looking up at the final scores of their game. Having been beat by her girlfriend by twenty points.
"I do." Remy responded, leaning around the blonde to steal a sip of her Coke.
"You at least broke a hundred." Amber added to the conversation, while glaring at her own score.
"Yeah. Girls shouldn't bowl." House gave a victorious flourish in the direction of his score, a two hundred and forty something. Reclining in his chair contently.
"Hey!" Lisa cut in indignantly, eye flicking to the scoreboard, and her third place score.
"They only should if they can be sexy doing it." House inadvertently commented his girlfriend.
"So can Allison play?" Remy asked giving the blonde a quick once over. A pink blush blossomed over Allison's cheeks at the comment.
"No they have to be able to play decently." House replied. Also taking in the blonde's appeal. Which got him a glare from Remy and Lisa. He would have gotten one from Allison if she had noticed.
"True." Remy chuckled getting that glare from Allison.
"I did better than Amber." The honey blonde's eyes snapped to the other smaller blonde. A frown marring her features.
"Sorry." Remy rested her chin back on the blonde's shoulder. Looking up at her with a big innocent eyes that only she could see. Allison landed a small slightly lingering kiss on Remy's lips. Momentarily forgetting about their four, well three and Amber, friends sitting around them.
"Lisa, they're..." House whined to the darker haired brunette seated very near him. Remy and Allison quickly broke apart. Allison blushing rather adorably.
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"This box is really big." Remy stated. Giving the box that she had brought most if not all of her clothes home in, and had sat in the back of Lisa's car while they bowled, a small kick. It was empty now, and Allison gave it a small glance.
"Okay?" The blonde replied. Knowing from the tone in Remy's voice that there was more to it. House looked up at the two of them from his PSP with a raised eyebrow. It had been three days since they had gotten the rest of her things. Fitting most of her five boxes of things she had kept throughout her and her father's multiple moves into it. It was a big box.
"I bet you could fit in it." Remy observed with a small smirk.
"No. No, Remy. I'm not getting in the box." Allison protested throwing out her hands to keep Remy a precautious distance away.
"Why?" The brunette managed to dodge into Allison's personnel space. Wrapping her arms around her waist in a position to lift the petite blonde.
"Because you're only going to make fun of me being small. I'm not that small." She wriggled on the couch attempting to throw the arms around her off.
"No. You're adorable, and fun size." Remy lifted her squirmy girlfriend, adding a certain suggestive tone to fun. She seated the blonde in the box and kneeled so she was eye level with Allison's glare.
Both seemed to be totally ignoring House's interest in them. Something they had gotten considerably good at doing since Remy had moved in. Allison leaned out of the box a bit. To which Remy stood ready to keep her in. But the blonde attacked her swiftly around the waist. Pulling her into the cardboard cube. Which sides strained against the harsh movement. But held, now containing both of the girls.
Remy attempted to sit up but was pulled down by the collar so neither cleared the top edge of the box. House saw his chance and dove for it. Leaping from the couch, and closing the folds on the top of the moving package, that was soon turned into Allison and Thirteen's cardboard prison.
"House!" Allison exclaimed as the dark closed around the two. Instantly reaching up to slam a hand against the closing flap. Moments to late, as House placed something on the top of it, stopping any attempts from inside to get out.
"I am going to..." Allison huffed in a angry voice trailing off as she thought of all the things she could do to House in punishment, and her girlfriend who was the cause of them being in there in the first place. She felt the weight on top of her lift a bit, then the sound of Remy brushing against the top of the box. A small noise of frustration came from the brunette, as she shifted again. Presumably trying to open the top.
"Well this sucks." Allison groaned. Reaching out a hand to punch the side of their prison.
"If I could..." Remy shifted again, and Allison tightened her fists unconsciously in hope. "Nope." The brunette breathed as her attempt failed.
"This is your fault." Allison huffed, reaching out practically blindly to jab the brunette in the side but aiming a bit to high, and hitting something considerably softer instead.
"Hey! That was my boob." The brunette groaned, cupping a hand over the spot. An amused noise came from outside of the box.
"You deserved it." Allison slammed her hands against the sides of the box. "House let us out!" She demanded, and Remy wished that there was just a bit more light in their confinement so she could see that somewhat sexy look Allison made when she was pissed.
"What's the magic word?" Neither of his prisoners were ignorant enough to his ways to say please.
"Lesbian sex." Thirteen spoke up. Almost earning another jab from the blonde under her.
"That's two words." The box got a little kick.
"Hey!" Allison punched the spot that had received the kick.
"Just let us out dammit." Remy groaned, arms complaining at holding her up at such an awkward, not fully extended height. But not wanting to put her weight on Allison.
"That's five. Tell me how you guys got together." House seated himself on the couch near the box. Happy to wait until the two gave in. No matter how long that took, and knowing how stubborn Thirteen could be, and that Allison wasn't the same little girl he had locked in the girl's bathroom in sixth grade. Then hadn't told anyone and had her wait in there until five thirty when Lisa finally went looking for her. This could take awhile.
A/N So yeah that's how House and Cameron met. I hope you liked it. Also, just because the series will soon be over, I'm not going to stop writing until I no longer have this fire burning in my belly (and other places.) For more Camteen. I don't think I'll find a more obsessible pairing for some time now. So I hope you guys keep reading, as unfazed in love for the pairing as when both of them left. I like to think of fan fiction as letting the era of House live on, long past it's time. Fueled by what makes a show just that much more amazing. Fan love.