A/N This one took a little longer than usual... Sorry, you see there's this scene in the beginning that strains the M rating... It took me pretty long time to make presentable. I'm still not sure if it is... So bear with me, and my inexperience, and hopefully enjoy.
Disclaimer: Hey, hey, you know what. All us Cadley shippers should go and kidnap David Shore and make him sign over the rights to the show like after the series finale airs, and then we can lie dormant a few years. Get Hugh Laurie on board because he's a cool guy and then make Cadley a real thing. If that makes sense. But you know all this is centering around the fact that David Shore owns House. Not me.
The handle of the car door was hard to open when she was reaching behind her like that. While looking around the parking lot for anyone that could spot them, and get them in trouble for making out- Well more like on the verge of sex on the side of Allison's car.
But she finally managed to, taking a step forward, thus forcing the blonde that had latched onto her neck to take one back. So she could pull it open, and then was pushed back into it. Landing heavily on the back seat, Allison crawling on top of her, and pulling the door shut behind her. Hiding them behind the tinted windows.
"Allison. Don't you think that we should move out of the school parking lot?" Remy asked, pushing the blonde on top of her back a bit so that she could see her face, but not so much as to create a distance between them.
"That's part of the thrill isn't it?" She asked, moving back in for another kiss. Which Remy only stopped after a tongue started begging for entry against her lips.
"What if someone catches us?" The brunette worried, glancing from side to side for emphasis even though she couldn't see outside of the car from her place trapped under the blonde in the back seat of her car.
"They won't." Allison reassured her. Leaning back in for a kiss. "I'd think that you'd be a bit more of a risk taker.." She ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Hovering so close to Remy that it brushed over her swollen lips. Earning a groan from the brunette in the process.
"I don't want to get in trouble.. Twice in one day." Remy desperately tried to keep a hold of her reasons for wanting to stop when she felt a hand sliding up her shirt. Pausing and drawing a slow torturous circle around her naval.
"We won't.. If you're quiet..." Allison lifted herself up on the hand that wasn't doing terribly wonderful things under the brunette's shirt. Looking around the pretty much empty parking lot."There's almost no one here." She observed before falling back down a bit to lean nose to nose with Remy again. Staring straight into her girlfriend's bright gray green eyes. Irises filled almost to the edge with dilated pupils.
"Now, if you wanted to ruin the mood some more. It would be the right time now." Allison smirked at the way Remy shook her head swiftly from side to side. Leaning forward into the blonde's lips, before she could say anything else.
Remy slid her hand between the blonde's thighs. Smiling against her lips when she felt her underwear moist with arousal. Allison let out a strangled groan when a finger pressed against her center through the annoying fabric of her panties.
"That's not fair..." Allison sighed out, when the small pressure of a finger against the wetness growing in her panties turned into gentle strokes. Just as teasing as the pressure before. But just that much more torturous.
"You're always wearing a skirt. That's your fault." Remy breathed against Allison's ear, her blonde hair tickling her cheek. Allison let out another groan when she felt another finger join the other torturing her.
"If, you're goin-ah!" The blonde's hips bucked into Remy's hand as she pushed the annoying fabric of her underwear out of the way and plunged two fingers up to the knuckle in her.
"What was that?" Remy asked cockily, her lips, forming a smirk right by the blonde's ear, and just getting an unintelligible noise in response. As Allison attempted to muffle the noises Remy was ellicting from her with the brunette's neck.
"Remy... Don't tease me... Not here." Allison pressed her pelvis firmly into Remy's hand accentuating her point, and grinding into the brunette's fingers until she picked up her pace. When she did it sent Allison's nerves on fire.
She could barely muffle a close to scream of pleasure when attention was given to her clit. Which had all but been ignored up until this time. It shoved her over the edge. Combined with the teasing, and amazingly pleasing pace she had picked up, with the preexisting arousal from the making out, and the exhibitionist in the blonde. It rolled through her, and she buried her face in the brunette's neck to keep from letting the custodians know about the ecstasy she was currently falling into.
"God." She moaned against Remy's neck. Moaning again as the digits buried in her were retrieved, slowly.
Remy felt lips kissing lightly on her jawline. She held back a groan when the hand that had been holding Allison up next to the bare strip of stomach where her shirt had ridden up. Her skin tingling with the need to be touched with more than a brush of the hand.
Allison seemed to read her thoughts and her hand slid down the front of Remy's jeans. Her other hand unbuckling her belt, and unzipping her jeans. Giving herself a bit more room to work with. The brunette's breath hitched when a finger slid into her. Not teasing, or riling her up like she had Allison. Starting out a slow, pumping rhythm. Before adding another finger and then another.
She soon had the brunette under her moaning gasping and bucking into her hand, begging her not to stop.
"Never." Allison promised, before curling her fingers into her causing her to fall off the edge of the cliff she had been building up to. She let out a heavy breath. Allison laid a light kiss on Remy's bare neck, right in reach of her lips. Traveling up to her ear. "I love you. So much." She stated. Leaning her forehead against her girlfriend's temple. Watching her slowly start come back down, or up if you use the cliff metaphor. Mumbling out.
"I love you." When she got enough air in her lungs.
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"No! We're not done talking about this!" Remy groaned. She had nowhere to go, and she was seriously on the verge of a breakdown. Allison had never really gotten angry with her. But now she was. Really angry.
Remy dropped her forehead against the far wall of her bed. Gripping the backs of her ankles, and trying to pull her legs in as close to her as possible, and make herself as small as possible.
You could call it fighting. Although neither wanted to. How had that little exhibition in Allison's car only been an hour ago? How was she this riled up over college? Although it was probably more her attitude about it.
"God. I sound like my mom." That was the first break in her anger.., not so much anger as frustration. A good sign. "I just. I don't understand how it can be so not a big deal to you." The muscles in the brunette's back clenched when she felt a familiar touch to it. The mattress dipped behind her as Allison crawled onto it.
What Remy really didn't want to admit was that it was killing her on the inside. She wanted to go to school, and she wanted to be able to do what she loved. Which she knew would require that school. But the simple fact was that it wasn't possible. She didn't have the money, and had no way of making anywhere near enough of it. For all she knew her college fund may have gone into one of the many different residences her and her father had moved through in the past two years, or to pay for the bills needed to maintain them.
The hand that had been placed on her back, as if to someway bring her back from wherever she had gone. Was being taken back, and Remy desperately wanted to pull it back. To make Allison run it soothingly down her back, and remind her that she was there, or simple be there. She was doing it again she knew. When she should be opening up, and holding onto to Allison. She was closing herself off, and curling away. If she was an animal she would definitely be an Armadillo she decided.
"Rem... Look at me please... I'm sorry I yelled. God, I know you hate it when I yell. Even when it's not at you."
"Rem... I'm sorry. I didn't know this would happen when I showed you the paper. They were giving them out to the seniors in Calculus..." Remy pulled herself tighter together. Heart pounding in her ears. She knew if she tried to speak now she wouldn't be able to explain herself very well, and that would just make the whole thing worse.
"It's not that I don't want to go..." Remy told the wall after an unbearable, long silence. She relaxed the tension in her shoulders and found it had crept into almost all of her muscles in the awkward position she was in. Allison placed a hand lightly in between her shoulder blades. Telling by that note in her voice that there was more, and also that she wouldn't get it if she pried.
"It's that I can't." She finally finished, after much gentle stroking of her back. Remy slowly turned, meeting concerned blue eyes. "I don't have the..." She trailed off looking for a word other than money. She hated the word, had since she was a little kid. "Means." She finally decided on. Looking back from her examination of the crack in the ceiling to those bright eyes.
"Remy... There's plenty of ways out there." She sounded a bit surprised, and the brunette decided that was a good thing. She needed to stop deflecting with her. Her walls had just grown like that like a turtle..., or armadillo shell. If there was a threat she immediately pulled inside, and only looked out to make sure no one came prodding with a stick, and scare of anyone that had with her snarky remarks. She knew that she was like House in that way.
"You're... Brilliant. You would have no trouble finding at least a little financial aid." Remy managed to hold back a scoff at the words financial aid. Those she had learned to hate along with, new, money, and I'm so sorry. But coming from Allison they just seemed like..., adjectives.
"I need more than a little." The brunette finally admitted. Looking away from Allison again, and down the crack between her bed and the wall.
"You'll be able to find a lot, and hey we'll be going together right. So you don't have to worry about boarding." Remy's eyes went wide at that statement.
Had Allison just inadvertently said they would be living together? Practically just promised they would still be together after high school?
"Do you really think that I'm going to let my straight A, corrects the teacher when House doesn't, barely has to look at her homework to correct mine, girlfriend not go to college? We will find a way for you to go to school." Allison assured.
"You're smarter than me." Remy stated brushing off the compliment, and looking back between her bed and the wall. A blush coloring her cheeks.
"I wish." Allison giggled, wrapping her arms around the brunette's waist from behind and burying her face into the place between her shoulder the back of her neck. "We'll find a way for you to get through college." Allison's voice came muffled from Remy's shoulder. She gave her another squeeze. Attempting to lighten the mood between them.
"I love you." Remy stated. A hand going up to stoke the ones clasped over her stomach.
"I love you too. That's why I'm not going to let you work at a mini mart for the rest of your life. Although today you might not even get into that job without something after high school." Remy turned around to see that thoughtful look Allison got when she rambled like this. Kissing her on the forehead.
"You're to good for me." She stated, brushing a thumb over her cheekbone.
"No. I'm not."
A/N Short chapter. I apologize. But it's setting the plot for the rest of the story, and the sequel. Well the second half was ^^ I hoped you enjoyed it, hey if you did review and I'll know. :)