AN: This chapter will introduce Cameron's sister. I want to thank everyone for their support. It's hard, but I'm using my writing as a refuge for when I'm not looking after the girlfriend. She took it harder then me (Obviously). Let me know if you like the smut or not.

All through the car ride home, Allison kept a hold of my hand, almost like she was afraid I was going to bail if she didn't. I don't blame her for that, I was tempted to. When we pulled up, I sat in the car for a couple of seconds before I got out. I looked away from the house, still contemplating bolt away. But, before I could come to a decision, Allison had grabbed my hand again. I sighed and pushed ideas of running out of my mind. I decided that I couldn't do that to Ivy and I didn't want to do it to Allison. I liked her, hell I probably even loved her.

As she pulled me up the stairs to the front door, I stopped and pulled on her hand, yanking her into my embrace. I wrapped my arms around her, placing my head into her shoulder. I kissed the side of her neck. "Allison, I might not remember much, but I like you. I think I love you. I'm sorry about everything."

Allison sighed and pulled back my head, planting a quick kiss on my lips. "You are a bloody idiot." She gave me another kiss. "It's been four years, three of which Ivy has been here. You aren't getting out of this anytime soon. And neither am I. We are in this for the long haul." She kissed my cheek. "Come on, I have someone to re-introduce you too." She pried my hands off and opened the door.

"Wait, what happened about Ivy?"

"You didn't think I was stupid enough to leave her alone, did you? Come inside and I'll introduce you." Allison kept pulling me, dragging me into the living room. A strange woman was asleep on the couch. Allison looked at her and thought better of it. "On second thought, I'll introduce you tomorrow." She dragged me back out of the living room and up the hallway. I wriggled free of her grip and stopped at Ivy's door. She was sound asleep, thumb in her mouth, other arm wrapped around a teddy. A quick memory wormed its way into my thoughts and I remembered that I had bought her that bear. Its name was Kappy.

I turned back to Allison, "Does she carry Kappy everywhere?" Allison stared at me, slightly shocked. I shoot her a small smile "Yes, it just came back to me. I remember buying it for her." I turn and leave the room. I look both directions then back to Allison with a sheepish smile on my face. "Which way is the bedroom?"

Allison grabbed my hand once again, and pulled me to the end of the hallway. She closed the door carefully behind me. A large bed occupied one wall of the room, with two bed side tables and two matching dresses. An arm chair finished the furnishings of the room. A door on the other side led to, what I assumed was, an ensuite. "That's your dresser over there. Sleepwear is in the top left draw." She turned around, stripping off her shirt.

I walked up behind her, wrapping my arms around her, trapping her hands against her sides. I started kissing her neck, running my hands around her body. I snuck one up to fondle her breast through her bra. She signed before breaking my hold and turning around. She pressed her lips against mine, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I dueled with her tongue, until she pulled away. She stripped off my jacket, kissing my neck, before pulling back and stopping. "What's wrong?" I looked down, seeing a blood stain on my shirt. Allison pulled my shirt up and off, throwing it into the washing basket.

"You popped your stitches. I was worried about this. I'll go grab a bandage and take you into the hospital tomorrow to get re-stitched." Allison walked into the bathroom while I lay down on the bed in my bra and jeans. She came back in with a wet flannel and some bandages. She sat next to me and I lifted my head and shoulders onto her lap. She carefully unwrapped the soiled bandage and started wiping the blood off my chest. I winced. She carefully applied the new bandage and stuck it on. She smoothed it down, smiling when I jumped at the pain. She placed a kiss just below my breast, on the new bandage, before placing one on my lips. "Now, where were we?" she asked as her hand slipped under my bra.

I suppressed a moan as her hand started tweaking my nipple. She recaptured my mouth with hers, exploring the inside of my mouth. Her finger started drawing shapes on my left breast, as her other hand traced its way down my stomach. I arced to her touch, feeling the growing heat between my legs. Allison grinned at my reaction. She bent down to whisper in my ear. "If you're this turned on for me now, I cant wait to see you when I start touching you properly."

Her hand halts on its journey south. I grunt in disappointment. "It's like the first time for me, so stop screwing around and get on with it."

Allison grinned an evil smile, "I need to make this memorable for you now, don't I?" She started nuzzling at my neck, as her hand restarted its journey.

"Please Allison…" I squirmed in need and thrust my hips as Allison bit slightly at the edge of my panties. She reached down and pulled down my jeans and underwear, slipping them off my legs with one foot. My breath hitched as her fingers found its way onto my clit. My back arched at the electrifying touch.

"You're so fucking wet for me, Remy." Allison gasped, as my hand made unexpected contact with her breast. I used that hand to remove her bra and free them. With the barrier out of the way, I started playing with her breasts.

Allison bent down and captured my lips again. My tongue eagerly invited hers into my mouth. My hand kept dancing around her chest, lazily drawing shapes along the underside of her breast, occasionally moving up to flick her nipple. I moaned into her mouth as she stopped teasing me and pushed a finger inside. Allison chuckled as I bucked my hips, trying to get more contact with Allison's hand. "M… More." I gasp. Allison complied by adding a second finger and slowly speeding up. I went into a trance-like state as memories of Allison and I making love flooded into my head, broken only by the waves of pleasure that Allison was giving me now. I was brought crashing back to reality as Allison started using her mouth on my breasts and added a third finger. With every thrust of her hand, her thumb kept hitting my clit, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. I was forcing myself not to moan. "I'm so close." I plead with Allison. "Please." Allison's eyes looked up from my chest. She smiled and left my breasts with a quick kiss to each nipple. Her mouth journeyed back up to mine, capturing it once again, to stop me from moaning as her fingers inside me crooked, hitting my g-spot. I came as hard as I had ever done before, her fingers continuing to pump within me, slowing down as my orgasm finished. "Thank you." I whispered after I returned to my senses. Allison just smiled as she pulled her fingers out. She continued to smile as she put her fingers to her mouth and sucked them clean.

I sat up and moved onto the bed proper, waiting while Allison stripped off her pants and underwear. She lay on her back beside me. I flipped over onto my stomach and rested my head on her chest, hands dancing over her body. She bent down to kiss my forehead. "In the morning, you need to talk to Ivy." I looked up at Allison's eyes and saw sadness. I pulled myself up, face to face with her, to listen. "She was crying for an hour after you ran off last night, convinced that you hated her and it was all her fault."

Tears started stinging my eyes. I hadn't meant to hurt my little girl. Allison gathered me into her arms, letting me cry on her shoulder. "I never meant to hurt her. I was just upset and wasn't thinking straight. This accident is screwing me over."

Allison made shushing sounds and held me. "I know it's not your fault. But Ivy is only three, she needs you to explain these things. She needs to know you aren't leaving, she needs reassurance." Allison continued to hold me, until I fell asleep in her arms.

I woke up to the taste of coffee on my lips. I tried to run my tongue over them, only to find I couldn't. Instead my tongue entered someone else's mouth. I opened my eyes to see Allison leaning over me. I smiled into the kiss, wrestling with her tongue. Allison pulled away, a smile playing on her face.

"Hello there, beautiful." I comment. "I don't think I've ever been awakened like that." My eyes flicked to the sides as I thought about it. "At least, not that I can remember. I just confused myself."

Allison giggled to herself. "You're welcome, honey. I'll do it more often." She reached over to the side table and pulled back another cup. "Morning tradition." She commented as she handed it to me. "Special decaf brought in just for you." She leans over to my ear and whispers, "Just so I can have this delicious Arabian coffee." She got off and walked over to the drawer. She started grabbing some clothes.

"Awh, I like what you're wearing right now." I whined, running my eyes up and down her body, taking in her black lace bra and boy shorts.

Allison shot me a look that managed to convey both laughter and disappointment. "You do remember we have a child in the next room? And someone else asleep in the living room."

I sighed and turned over, trying to go back to sleep. Allison grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up. I turned the tables on her pulling her back onto the bed, capturing her lips again. She stopped struggling and gave in, her tongue demanding entry into my mouth, which I happily granted. When we broke apart for air, Allison used it to break free and get up again. I whined, "Ally, stop it and come back to bed."

She shot me that look again, "Remy, I swear, sometimes you have less sense than your daughter. I'm getting dressed and going to make breakfast. If you aren't up and presentable in five minutes, then you get no more of this." Allison indicated herself. I pouted as she left the room, then sighed and resigned myself to getting dressed.

I got up and looked in the dresser. I stopped, looking up at myself in the mirror, then back down. When did I start wearing skirts? I dug underneath them and removed a pair of black shorts and a black tank top. Deciding I needed to tease Allison, I went without a bra or panties. I sauntered out to the kitchen, decaf in hand and sat at the table. I watched as Allison wandered around the kitchen, preparing food. I decided I liked her in the kitchen.

Allison laid out some oatmeal, as Ivy wandered in, dragging her bear and rubbing her eyes. She stopped when she saw me. Looking nervous and sad, Ivy hid behind Allison's legs, almost causing her to trip. Allison sighed and nudged Ivy over towards me. Ivy took a few tentative steps. I held out my arms to her. Ivy burst into tears and ran over. I picked her up and held as she cried. "Don't hate me, mommy." Ivy kept crying into my shoulder.

I looked helplessly at Allison, who just stood there impassively. Allison wouldn't move, leaving me to deal with my sobbing child. I started stroking her hair. "I don't hate you, baby. I could never hate you." I kept whispering into her ear. I watched as the strange woman who was sleeping on the couch walked over to and stood next to Allison. Allison wordlessly handed her a cup of coffee. When Ivy stopped crying, I sat there. "It isn't your fault, Ivy. Nothing is your fault right now." Ivy just continued to look at me. "You know how you and Allie came to pick me up from the hospital?" Ivy nodded. "Mommy was in an accident, and mommy is still hurt from that. So she isn't sure what she's doing and how she feels." Ivy continued to nod. I kissed her forehead. "I love you, Ivy. I will never hate you, and I will never leave you." She wrapped her arms around my neck and just sat there.

Allison sighed and brought over a bowl of oatmeal. I pried Ivy's arms off my neck and placed her in the highchair. Allison handed her a spoon and Ivy wordlessly started eating. She handed me a new cup of decaf and sat down.

"Remy, this is Elena, my sister." I raised my eyebrow. "Yes, I have a sister. I introduced you two about a month after we started dating." I looked over Elena. She shared Allison's blonde hair and nose. The major difference I could see was her red hair. That was, until I looked closely at her eyes. "Oh my god, you have Heterochromia Iridum." Elena nodded shyly. "How? I thought that was an inherited condition."

Allison nodded. "Apparently both our parents have the dormant gene. Mum was just as surprised as dad, but yeah. She's forever getting dates because of it." Elena blushed.

Ivy started fidgeting. "Mommy, I finished." I pulled her out of the high chair and into my lap. Allison got up and handed me a hair brush. Ivy sat still as I started. She also threw me a couple of hair clips and ties. "Can I has a pony tail? Pwease mommy?" I nodded as I continued brushing her hair.

"Thank you, Elena, for looking after Ivy." I blurted out, a little nervous. "It means a lot to me, even if I can't remember you. I'm sure I'll grow to love you."

Elena nodded. "It's fine. I really don't mind looking after munchkin over there. I do it all the time. I just didn't get to spend any time with her, cause she was asleep."

I finished dealing with Ivy's hair when Allison spoke up. "Ivy, why doesn't Aunty Elena help you get changed." Elena took the hint and started walking to Ivy's room. Ivy didn't follow. "I want mommy to change me." Allison shook her head. "Mommy can't change you, because she's a bad girl and isn't wearing any underwear." Ivy looked at me incredulously. "Bad, mommy. You's must wear underwear." Ivy wandered off down the hall, only to quickly run back and grab Kappy.

Allison walked up to me and gave me a kiss. "I noticed." I smirked as she continued. "You didn't have to do that. I know exactly what you have." She gave me another kiss. "It's all mine, remember?" She placed a kiss on my sternum. "Now, how about you go back to the bedroom and get dressed properly before we go to the hospital. Or would you rather House see you like this?"

AN: oh god, I never realized how hard it is to write lesbian smut from a first person perspective as a guy. So, you guys enjoy it, I don't know if I'll do it again unless you really like it. I'm starting a new series, or will be soon. My psychiatrist says it might help me if I write about my experiences, so keep an eye out. He also gave me anti-depressants. Oh and I've re-written this entire chapter so it's probably the pills if it seems bubbly.