Thirteen had just opened the door to her apartment building when Cameron walked up the few steps between the sidewalk and the door. She turned to the blonde and leaned against the, holding it open, as she blatantly checked her out.

Cameron smiled and saucily walked past Thirteen to get inside. "I've dreamt of this before." She whispered a few centimeters from her ear, "Of you."

Thirteen opened her mouth to say something, but her breath, words, thoughts—hell, everything—got caught as Cameron slid her hand from her side to her hip and gave her a little squeeze. "Ohgaoh God!" She watched Cameron walk to the elevators.

Cameron hit the button, confident as ever and turned to Thirteen with a smirk, "You coming?" She asked as she stepped inside.

Thirteen almost broke into a run as she made her way to the elevator. The ride was thick with tension—sexual tension (her favorite kind). Thirteen envisioned herself pushing the older woman against the wall of the box and taking her right there.

She shook her head and looked over when she heard the other woman speak, "Excuse me?" she asked.

"I said that what you're thinking about right now?—The elevator sex? It wouldn't be the first time." She grinned at Thirteen's jaw dropped reaction.

The elevator dinged announcing the arrival to her floor. Cameron was facing her and not the doors when they opened, she took the one stride it took to get to her, and wrapped her arms around her wrist. She pushed Cameron until she couldn't anymore because of the wall. She was biting and nipping and sucking anywhere she could get her lips.

Cameron's eyes fluttered closed, and she pushed Thirteen's face further into her neck. She grinned and sighed "Keep it up and we won't make it inside."

"Mmm…" She pulled away from her neck, "As tempting as that sounds…I'd rather our first time actually make it to the bed." She took another nip at the red mark she had created on Cameron's neck.

"Is there going to be a next time?" Cameron questioned as she slid against the wall with Thirteen to the door.

Thirteen had her key in the lock and looked over at her as she looked over to her, "Baby, how could there not?" She pushed the door open and took Cameron's hand as she lead her in. "I mean, we're more than attracted to each other, we're drawn to each other…" She shut the door and wrapped her arms around the blonde's waist again. "You want me as much as I want you." She kissed her neck as she started removing articles of clothing. "Just look at you. You're putty in my hands." She said as they got to the bedroom.

She had gotten Cameron to the bed when Cameron twisted her around and pushed her onto the bed. She crawled on top and straddled Thirteen's lap in her practically bare body (aside from her boy shorts and sports bra), then she sat up straight and fingered the bottom of Thirteen's shirt. "That's because that's the role you were wanting me to play." She started lifting the shirt so she could kiss Thirteen's stomach. "But, I think you might like me better…"

However, before Cameron could get too cocky, Thirteen flipped them back over, "So are you saying that there will be more than tonight?"

Cameron didn't answer the question. "Fuck me." She commanded as she pulled her closer. Thirteen didn't need any more prompting.

The next morning was interesting to say the least. Cameron had woken up and made Thirteen breakfast. Thirteen was more than delighted to get pancakes with rainbow sprinkles. A comfortable silence came over them as Thirteen ate, Cameron had gotten back on the bed and laid down in all her glory.

As she was on her last pancake, Cameron spoke up, "I've done this before."

"I'm not surprised." She replied with her mouth full, "Especially after last night's performance."

"No this." She motioned between the two of them, then turned away from her, "Sex with on strings." She bit her thumbnail and rolled back to look in her eyes, "It doesn't work."

"Oh come on Cameron! Give me some fuckin' credit." She said sarcastically. "Besides…who said there were no strings?"

"Thirteen." She closed her eyes then squeezed them tight, "I can't have strings…not right now."

Thirteen was silent as she laid down on her stomach. She looked at Cameron's back, and before she knew it, her fingertips were tracing the letters. 'Speak of what you know.' She pondered for a second more, "I can do whatever you want." She stated finally.

"I want sex, no strings…exclusively." She turned back to her.

Thirteen cracked a grin and nodded, "I can do that."

"Good." She moved closer to her and kissed her.

They moved until Thirteen was settled in between Cameron's legs. They broke apart before things got too heated. They did that part last night. They just wanted to bask in the comfort that they had managed to create.

Thirteen's head was on Cameron's chest, and her fingers were tracing over the tattoo..or all that she could see of the tattoo on her chest; she also just ran her finger along the words. "So…why did you get 'em?" She asked as she looked up at Cameron. "I mean, did you just wake up one day and say, 'I think I want a tattoo today?'"

This made her smile…but only slightly. It was barely there; completely unlike any other face she had seen her make. "No…no I—I got them after really hard, or dramatic times in my life." She explained.

"And what, pray tell, coud the queen of niceness possible been through that's so dramatic?" Thirteen put her head in her palm that was propped up by her elbow.

"I don't think you want to hear it." She shook her head and looked away.

"Okay…" Thirteen knit her brows together, either ignoring the harshness in Cameron's voice, or completely intrigued, "And why don't I?"

"Okay…you want to hear." Thirteen nodded, "Well I'm not ready to tell you." She was staring down at her with venom.

Thirteen stared at her then reached up and touched her cheek, "You can tell me anything…" I'm falling in love with you.

"Remy, we fucked. We didn't ask for each other's fucked life story's." She pushed Thirteen away and went to gather her clothes.

"Where're you going?" Thirteen asked as she crawled to the foot of the bed.

"I have to go…I have to go home." She said as she grabbed her keys.

She went to the door. She even had it open and was taking a step out when she decided that she needed to let Thirteen know that it wasn't her…she just hated talking about the past. She made her way back inside and over to her room where she had just left. She found Thirteen putting on clothes, "This has nothing to do with you…it's my issue that I need to work out."

Thirteen didn't turn around. She did nod though. "Okay. Fine." She opened a drawer.

"Is this going to ruin our agreement?" She asked.

Thirteen turned and started staring at her. "No." She said curtly.

Cameron nodded. Yeah, you're totally letting the whole 'it's my personal issue' thing slide… "Okay. I'll see you in a couple days or so." She finished.

"Okay. Same time, same place."

They wouldn't look at each other and about a minute and a half later, Cameron let herself leave—actually leave this time.

AN: You're so lucky I know where this is going! Thank you all reviewers! You make my day. I'm sorry I've been away for a few days. Usually when I know what's going on in the story, I get the chapter's up daily…I was on spring break. I went to New York. And…get this, and if you don't believe me, well it's just too damn bad….I MET JENNIFER FUCKIN' MORRISON! I was a complete fool in front of her, but I still met her! Anyways. I hope that despite my rambling, you'll review…oh, btw, this is hot off the press as always; no revisions and no read throughs…