HI. I know, I know, I know. I'm a terrible person for making my very kind readers wait so long, and I deserve to have my favourite pair of heels revoked. But I have good reason! Kinda. I went on a 2 month long trip to Rio. Which was amazing. I get back, and my girlfriend accidentally breaks my computer. So here I am, shiny new Mac, and a boatload of ideas. Hope you guys enjoy!
I can't believe I'm actually about to sleep in a fellow's house. One I barely know by the way. What if she's just some kind of beautiful psychopath? Oh my God, she's going to kill me in my sleep! Holy shit Cameron, what the hell is wrong with you? She's just being nice. Which she's not really known for... but - holy fuck I think I see her changing!
-Bam!-
Allison's thoughts are rudely interrupted by a soft set of something hitting her in the face, followed by a small explosion of laughter from Thirteen.
"You can sleep in that if you'd like. I didn't think power suits were very comfortable, personally." The brunette chuckled, and strode back into the main part of her apartment to give the blonde some privacy.
Wondering how she had gotten to be such a perv, Cameron shuffled around into Thirteen's bedroom to change. Setting foot inside, she was shocked. Much like the rest of her house, Remy Hadley's room was nothing like Cameron expected.
Maybe something cold, small, and modest. Wrong. Taking her time in inspecting her surroundings, Thirteen's bedroom was easily bigger than Cameron's, with a wide open bed, window's around everything, and deep beautiful wood paneling on the walls. There were two nightstands on either side of a King- sized bed covered in light gray silk sheets.
But the main piece seemed to be on the other side of the room. Walking over and looking closer, Cameron found an old fashioned record player. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts of prying analysis, the older woman quickly stripped and folded her clothes back in a neat pile, not really sure what to do with them.
"...wanted to join me in a little tra- HOLY SHIT!"
Cameron whirled around to glance at Thirteen, who had walked back into her room talking, and was just quick enough to grab the other woman's bed covers and yank them over herself while catching Thirteen's open mouth before the other woman turned away quickly.
Burning red and throwing on her borrowed clothes, Cameron tried to think about what had just happened. Thirteen had seen her in her underwear. Thirteen had seen her in her underwear.
Repeating this line in her head, she took a deep breath before walking out into the open kitchen to try and salvage what will probably be a cripplingly awkward night with the beautiful doctor. As soon as she spotted the younger woman standing at her kitchen counter, she made eye contact with her clear grey eyes. And what she saw in them shocked her, once again.
Laughter. Though nothing in her face gave her away, Remy Hadley was definitely amused at their predicament. And all of a sudden, the whole scenario was hilarious. It started with Cameron. She felt a smile on her face, unable to hide her merriment, getting funnier when Thirteen's slow, easy smile crawled up her face. And then like a dam bursting, the two women cracked up. For full minutes, the sound of laughter echoed in the apartment, the two women swept up in their own hysteria.
Finally, they calmed. Deep breathing like she had run a mile, Thirteen lifted a hand to her eye, wiping away the mist that had built up from laughing.
Still giggling, she decided to egg on the other doctor. With a smirk she said, "So, why were you standing around my room half naked again?"
"I was not!" Cameron flushed. What was she doing? " I was trying to.. to.."
".. to.. dress yourself?" Thirteen laughed boisterously.
"No!" The blonde defended lamely.
"Okay, okay. Fine." The other doctor concluded her teasing, mirth still clear in her eyes. "But you know, I'd still like a clear warning next time you decide to turn into a nudist in my own home."
"REMY!" Cameron fumed. Looking clearly peeved at the taller doctor's second break down of mirth, she waited a couple seconds before brusquely saying, "What did you want anyways?"
Composing herself, the brunette replied still chuckling, "Nothing. I'm just exhausted. I'm going to bed. If you want to parade around in your underwear for a few more minutes, fine by me."
Sweeping past the still miffed head of ER, she made her way to her bedroom with purposeful strides and audibly flopped on her bed.
"Maybe I will!" Cameron called out.
Nice comeback. The older doctor thought to herself sarcastically. Still thinking, Cameron was shocked to find that she wasn't the least bit uncomfortable with anything that had occurred tonight. Even with the incident by the door, Remy had chuckled lightly and dropped her hand, acting as if nothing had happened. It just felt... natural here with Remy. Hmm. Remy. A good name, she decided. Old fashioned, yes. But good.
Turning off the lights in the kitchen, she walked back to the open bedroom, also turning off that light. Unadjusted to the sudden dark, she slowly made her way to where she assumed the bed was. Feeling the edge with her foot she fell, exhausted, onto the bed to get some peaceful shut eye.
Or that's what she had thought.
"OW! WHAT THE FUCK?"
"HOLY HELL!"
Both of these statements were screamed by the women synonymously as Cameron accidentally landed on top of the prone form of Thirteen.
Flipping over slightly, Cameron fell off of the taller doctor into open bed, flailing.
"Are you shitting me?" Thirteen scorned. "I am was too tired for this!"
Though she was genuinely agitated, Cameron could hear the amusement behind her voice. Flushing brilliantly, she was grateful for the dark. Still, she could almost feel Thirteen's glowing gray eyes stare at her.
"Oh come on you big baby," the blonde doctor impressed even herself with how calm she sounded. "Just go to sleep."
The brunette huffed next to her and lay flat on the bed.
She's so cute when she's pissed. Cameron thought tiredly before laying down. As soon as her head hit the most comfortable pillow known to mankind, she was out like a light.