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Cameron had never understood the concept of a “romantic” meal. Lunch and dinner dates were classic setups, sure, but that was less about the meal and more about the opportunity to get to know the other person. So why had Chase been so damn insistent about having a “romantic dinner date” with her when they were already married? It was a waste of time, which was one of two main reasons she’d kept trying to put it off. But after weeks of excuses, she’d finally caved and allowed him to make a reservation for them. At least the place had a decent wine menu.

“Things have been real piled up in the ER, eh?” Chase half-joked, referring to Cameron’s repeated claim that ER paperwork was keeping her at work late. “I figured that having an extra pair of hands down there would mean less work, not more.”

“You know how things are around holidays,” Cameron replied distractedly, swirling her wine and imagining she was somewhere else. “Everyone thinks they’re an acrobat when it comes to putting up lights.”

“Hah! Americans sure do l–”

“Allison? Chase? What are you doing here?”

Both doctors turned to find Thirteen walking over to their table with a smile and a friendly wave. Chase was clearly annoyed by the interruption, but Cameron felt her heart start racing at the sight of Thirteen in business casual wear. A dark blazer and dress pants with a slightly unbuttoned white shirt beneath, while far from a unique or standout ensemble, looked incredible on her. Maybe tonight wasn’t such a waste after all.

“Wow, it really is you!” she grinned at both of them, allowing her gaze to linger briefly on Cameron before returning to neutral. “Let me guess: dinner date?”

Chase nodded, but offered no further reply in hopes that Thirteen would get the message that he didn’t want to be disturbed. She received said message loud and clear, but she was far less interested in his message than she was in Cameron’s. And Cameron was about to take a very different approach.

“Are you meeting someone here?” Cameron asked pleasantly, returning her smile. “It would be quite the coincidence if you and Foreman were having date night here as well.”

“No such luck. I was supposed to be having dinner with a pharmaceutical rep, but she never showed. I’m just a party of one tonight.”

“Then why don’t you join us?” Cameron offered, ignoring Chase’s shocked and infuriated expression. “This place is classy, but not too classy to stop you from bringing a chair over here. We already got wine, but we haven’t ordered yet.”

Thirteen raised an eyebrow, mindful of Chase’s death glare in her direction. “Are you sure you don’t mind? I’d hate to interrupt the two of you–”

“Of course we don’t mind,” Cameron cut off Chase before he could angrily affirm that he did in fact very much mind. “Chase was just asking about the ER, and I’m sure you’ve got just as many stories to share as I do.”

“If you’re sure, then I’d love to join you. One sec.”

As Thirteen went to grab a chair, Chase turned his furious glare to Cameron. “What are you doing? You promised we could have a date night tonight. Just the two of us. Why are you inviting her? Are you trying to ruin this?”

Cameron rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, Robert. This is a good opportunity for you to get to know her.”

“I know you two have been all buddy-buddy since she started working in the ER, but come on, Allison! What’s so bad about having a nice one on one romantic dinner with your husband? Can’t we enjoy this together?”

All right, now this was getting annoying. She let out a long sigh and placed her wine glass back down on the table before rising from her chair. “I need to use the restroom.”

“Fine.”

“Don’t pout. I’ll be back before you know it, okay?” Cameron assured him, leaning down and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “If the waiter comes back, tell him I’ll have the lobster bisque.”

Chase nodded petulantly but didn’t protest, choosing instead to stare intently at his menu. Cameron sighed again, this time out of relief, and made her way to the ladies’ room. It was blessedly empty, and she already knew that she was going to take her sweet time there before going back out and enduring more of Chase’s whining. When the door did swing open to interrupt her relaxation, she turned to find herself staring at the best sight she could ask for.

“He didn’t give you too much trouble, did he?” Cameron asked Thirteen, smiling shyly as the younger woman closed the door and locked it behind her.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” Thirteen smirked, wrapping an arm around Cameron’s waist. “I think he’s scared of me.”

“Well, you are very intimidating.”

“Is that so?” Thirteen grinned, pulling Cameron close and cupping her chin. “Are you scared of me, Allison?”

“Terrified.” 

Their lips met in a burning kiss, passion immediately overtaking both of them as Thirteen lifted Cameron onto the countertop between the sinks, stopping only for a moment to ensure the space was dry. Her hands roamed up and down her lover’s body, far hungrier for her than she was for their meal. A night neither of them had been looking forward to was now making their entire week.

“How much time do we have?” Thirteen murmured in her ear, nipping at her neck.

“Enough,” Cameron gasped in response as Thirteen gripped her hip. “As long as you work fast.”

“Don’t worry. I know my way around you by now.”

That much was certainly true; they’d been sleeping together for months now, unbeknownst to both Cameron’s husband and Thirteen’s sort-of-boyfriend-sort-of-ex. It was immoral, sure, but the pull between them was undeniable. Ever since their hesitant first kiss, they’d been unable to stay away from each other.

“You look gorgeous in this,” Thirteen whispered in her ear, eyes raking over her dress before hiking it up to allow easy access between her legs. “Chase has no idea how good he has it.”

“I wasn’t thinking about him when I put it on,” Cameron breathed, her voice hitching slightly when Thirteen’s hand touched her inner thigh. “I wanted you to see me like this.”

“Lucky me,” Thirteen kissed her again before pressing two fingers against the soaked fabric of Cameron’s panties. “I’d better be the one responsible for this…”

“Nnnnhhh…” Cameron groaned. “Of course you are. He could never turn me on like you do.”

“I know.”

Thirteen pushed Cameron’s panties aside and began to circle her clit, silencing the older woman’s cry of pleasure with another kiss. After a few more circles and some applied pressure, she pushed two fingers deep inside her without an ounce of resistance. Cameron bucked her hips against Thirteen’s hand, demanding more. The forbidden nature of their trysts always turned Cameron on to no end, and the knowledge that Chase was right outside and waiting for her return had her trembling all on its own.

“Careful now,” Thirteen chuckled as she began to fuck her at a steady pace. “You know how loud you can get. Wouldn’t want anyone out there finding out what I’m doing to you in here, would you?”

Cameron had no choice but to cover her mouth and muffle her cries of pleasure just enough to keep them from being audible outside, but that didn’t stop them from echoing off the bathroom tiles and invigorating Thirteen to thrust even harder inside her. It barely took any time at all for her to push Cameron towards her climax, her arousal drenching Thirteen’s hand in utter submission. 

“That’s it, Allie,” Thirteen murmured hungrily in her ear. “Come for me. Show me who you really belong to.”

Cameron had to bite down on her hand to keep from crying out as she came, soaking Thirteen’s hand and wrist with her release. Her body shuddered and and shook while Thirteen put her other arm around her and pulled her in for one more deep kiss as she rode out her climax. The knowledge that Chase was outside without a clue as to what was happening between the two women prolonged that pleasure; after all the time he’d spent harassing her into their relationship, it was thrilling to get back at him in her own way. Especially when it involved feeling this good.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Thirteen whispered, kissing Cameron’s cheek. “But, unfortunately, we’ve got to get you cleaned up before you go back out there. It’d be a shame to ruin this evening because of a wardrobe malfunction.”

Cameron nodded, slightly dazed as Thirteen regretfully put her underwear back in place and helped her up onto shaky legs. After smoothing out her dress and giving her an unintentionally hungry once-over, she deemed Cameron ready to return. As thanks, Cameron graced her with one last quick kiss.

“There you are!” Chase exclaimed when the two women finally returned to the table. “Why is it that women always take so much longer in the bathroom than men?”

“It’s a social experience, Rob,” Cameron explained with a smile. “Makeup and gossip are an integral part of the experience.”

Chase laughed and smiled at her, any suspicion he might have had now put to rest. Sometimes there were upsides to his rigid insistence on the importance of gender roles. But only sometimes. “I went ahead and ordered for you. Sorry, Thirteen, but I didn’t know what you wanted.”

Thirteen smiled at him without a trace of awkwardness, her usual cool exterior now back in place. “It’s all good. If I’m being honest, I’ve already had my fill for the evening.”

“Didn’t you come here for dinner?” Chase asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“Oh no, I already had dinner,” Thirteen smirked. “I was just here for dessert.”

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“You nearly gave us away the other night, y’know.”

“Hmm?” Cameron mumbled in response to her lover’s whispered question, arms wrapped around the other woman and lips pressed against her throat. “Do you regret it?”

“No, no, nothing like that!” Thirteen clarified, pushing Cameron forward and down onto the couch in her office. “You just tend to be a bit…loud.”

“You like when I’m loud.”

“Hell yes, I do. But I don’t like that it almost led to me getting caught by your husband.”

She had her there. Cameron nodded and made to apologize before her eyes widened in sudden realization. “So THAT’S why you won’t have sex with me at work!”

Thirteen sighed and shrugged her shoulders. “Honestly? Yeah.”

“So if I made less noise, you’d have sex with me here? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I…” Thirteen looked away and smiled. “I like the noises you make, so the idea of asking you not to make them doesn’t square with me.”

Cameron smiled and kissed her cheek. “You’re sweet, Remy. Really. But if it’s that important to you, we could always use a gag.”

“...HUH?”

Cameron hopped off the couch, leaving a very confused Thirteen looking after her. “One sec!”

She returned a moment later and locked the door behind her, a mischievous smile on her face and a newly washed scrub top in her hand. “This should be fine, right?”

“Fine for wh–”

Cameron rolled her eyes and dropped back down on the couch, pulling off her scrub top and untying her bottoms without waiting for Remy to make the move herself. “For gagging me. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?”

“No!” Thirteen yelped. “I mean, no, I don’t have a problem with it. I’m just a bit surprised.”

Cameron smirked and handed Thirteen the scrub top before shimmying out of her pants to leave herself clad only in underwear and subject of Thirteen’s hungry gaze. “I’m full of surprises. Now hurry up and give me what I need.”

Thirteen finally managed to recover, her gaze becoming intense as she wrapped the top into a makeshift gag. “Yes, ma’am.”

Cameron beamed happily at her before Thirteen pulled her mouth open, stuffing the wadded up portion of the shirt into her mouth and tying the sleeves behind her head. After a few good yanks to ensure it would stay in place, the younger woman went to work. She pulled off Cameron’s panties, nodding approvingly at the sight of the other woman undoing her own bra to give Thirteen full access to her body. There was no denying it: a fully nude Cameron with a makeshift gag to keep her in control was one hell of a turn-on. The idea was a surprise, but a very welcome one.

“Damn,” Thirteen breathed. “You’re so fucking hot, Allie.”

“Mmmh,” Cameron hummed in response, obligingly spreading her legs for the other woman. Thirteen hadn’t so much as touched her thigh and she was already soaked from the situation alone. The internist wasn’t the only one turned on by their new setup.

Thirteen lowered herself between Cameron’s legs, reaching behind her to lift her slightly while trailing kisses up her inner thigh. Cameron’s gasp was muffled by her gag, but the way her hips bucked upwards told Thirteen all she needed to know. Piercing blue eyes met desperate teal as Thirteen slowly drew her tongue up Cameron’s dripping folds. Delicious as ever.

“MMMMPHHH!!!” Cameron cried out, muffled enough to keep them from getting in trouble but loud enough for Thirteen to enjoy the sound.

“What was that?” Thirteen teased before licking up again and flicking the tip of her tongue against her clit. “I couldn’t quite catch it.”

“Hh–NNNHH!!!” Cameron moaned as Thirteen took her clit into her mouth, twisting her tongue around it as she began to suck gently. She writhed beneath the younger woman’s ministrations, reaching down to run her fingers through her hair as she continued to grind her hips against her mouth. “GGNNHhhhh…”

The hands gripping her hair sent a wave of hunger pulsing through Thirteen, and she responded by sucking even harder on her clit while bringing two fingers up to press against Cameron’s entrance. She didn’t plan to fully go inside for now, but the pressure of her teasing alone always pushed Cameron towards coming undone. Being held back at the edge seemed to be today’s theme, after all.

“R–HHHMMHHH…” Cameron tried and failed to moan her lover’s name, but the sound was still enough to thrill Thirteen. “Hahhhnnnmmm…”

“Don’t worry, Allie,” Thirteen teased. “I’ll let you come.”

Spreading Cameron open with her fingers, she lowered herself down and lapped at her in long, slow motions that ended with a circle around her clit. It never failed to make her scream, which was why she usually had to wait until they were completely alone before she did it. But this…this opened up all sorts of possibilities.

“A–AAAHHH~” Cameron cried, biting down desperately on the gag and digging her nails into Thirteen’s scalp as she came, soaking both Thirteen and the couch she was sitting on. The gag itself was likewise covered in Cameron’s drool, another sign of just how well Thirteen knew how to pleasure her. “HNNHMM…”

Thirteen kept lazily tracing her tongue up and down as Cameron rode out the rest of her climax, only pulling away when Cameron released her grip and reached up to untie her gag. She didn’t get a chance to ask how she’d enjoyed their little experiment before Cameron pulled her up into a deep and loving kiss, throwing her arms around her and pulling her close. Thirteen returned the kiss with equal fervor; she loved how affectionate Cameron tended to be after sex. It was cute, sure, but it was also validating. A reminder of how much she meant to her.

“So?” she asked between kisses. “How was it?”

“Amazing,” Cameron breathed, smiling at Thirteen and kissing her cheek.

“Because of the gag?”

Cameron shook her head, the smile giving way to a playful smirk. “Because this means I can finally fuck you at work.”

Thirteen raised her eyebrows. “I didn’t realize that was so important to you.”

Cameron laughed. “Have you seen what a typical day in the ER is like? A good orgasm goes even further than coffee when it comes to getting me through a shift.”

Thirteen laughed in response before beginning to kiss Cameron’s neck again.

“Who says we have to stop at one?”

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“A turtleneck in the middle of summer, Thirty-One? How very fashion forward of you.”

Thirteen scowled at House and sat back in her chair, refusing to take the bait. It was, in fact, fucking sweltering in the office, but the turtleneck stayed on. The only thing worse than House making jokes about her fashion was the idea of him making jokes about the abundance of bite marks and hickeys the turtleneck was hiding. She liked Cameron, she really did–maybe even more than liked, although that was something very much not worth thinking about right now–but sometimes being with her felt like trying to wrangle a wild animal. 

“I’m guessing you’re dealing with either an embarrassing allergic reaction–my bet is flavored lube–or you’ve got a reason to cover up some decent-sized fun marks,” House smirked, stepping closer to Thirteen. “Worried that we might be able to ID the dental records?”

“Alright, you got me,” Thirteen deadpanned. “I got drunk and got a giant tattoo of Angelina Jolie’s breasts on my neck that I’m covering up out of shame. Do we have a case?”

House stared at her, trying and failing to break her impressive poker face. “Not Charlize Theron?”

“Nah, Charlize is on my thigh. I’d never get rid of her,” Thirteen smirked. “Case?”

“I knew you preferred blondes,” House scoffed, taking what victory he could from the interaction. If he’d been a bit more invested, he could have pursued that train of thought to a dangerous conclusion, but luckily the case was interesting enough to draw him away. “Alright. Differential for turning purple.”

“Willy Wonka factory tour gone wrong,” Taub suggested. Thirteen chuckled and let the others take it away while she pulled out her phone under the table and sent a quick text.

No more biting on weeknights.

A reply came a moment later–impressive response time for someone who should have her hands full running a department.

What if I only bite places they can’t see?

That could work.

“THIRTY-ONE!” House slammed his cane on the table, causing her to jump and drop her phone. “Would you be so kind as to tell Charlize you can’t talk right now? Unless you’d like to invite her up here to…discuss things in person. Preferably in a tub of jell-o.”

Thirteen rolled her eyes and put her phone away, then slipped back into the diagnostics discussion. The rest of the day went relatively smoothly, although the constant threat of overheating from her necessary yet uncomfortable outfit choice left her more than ready to go home by the time her shift was done. She was halfway out the door when House called after her.

“By the way, tell Charlize that she looked better as a brunette.”

Oh.

Oh no.

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Despite her aloof exterior, Thirteen was a kind soul. All similarities between her and House fell apart at that center, a key point of divergence. So when Cameron asked her to be cruel, it wasn’t a chance for her to air some hidden part of herself. It wasn’t how she always wanted to treat the other woman or anything to such a degree.

But Cameron’s reactions did make it very, very fun.

It was an adjustment at first, but she got there in the end. And now here she was, smirking down at the nude and vulnerable doctor lying on her bed and staring up at her with wide and vulnerable eyes. Thirteen took a deep breath and allowed herself to slip into a dominating mindset before beginning in earnest.

“What would your husband say if he saw you like this, hm?” she teased, brushing a hand against Cameron’s cheek with mocking gentleness before lowering it to grasp her throat. “Finding out his so-called straight wife was breaking her wedding vows because she was desperate for me to use her? That she came to me begging on her hands and knees for me to fuck her?”

“I don’t care what he thinks,” Cammeron breathed desperately. “All I care about is you.”

“And what about the ER nurses?” Thirteen replied, nudging Cameron’s legs apart and pushing her own thigh between them. “What would they think? Would they still respect you if they knew how you spent your time?”

Cameron looked away in shame. “They admire me…they can’t know…”

“Of course not. Why would they admire a whore like you? Someone who can’t make it through the day without getting so wet and desperate that you need your lover to fuck you in your office?” Thirteen sneered. “One day they’ll figure out how much of a liar you are. Just like I did.”

“God, Remy, you–AH!” Cameron gasped as Thirteen’s thigh made contact with her dripping core. “Yes…”

“You really don’t care. Nothing matters to you but your pleasure. Like an animal in heat,” Thirteen growled. “Maybe I should treat you the same way. Why treat you like a person when you can’t behave like one?”

Cameron only moaned in response. Thirteen took that as a sign to go further, and responded in kind. She ground her thigh against Cameron, applying enough pressure to coat her leg and force Cameron’s trembling hips to grind up and down needily in turn. The desperation made Thirteen scoff and glare at the older woman before spitting on her face with utter disdain. She worried for a moment that she’d gone too far, but the downright sinful moan the other woman let out made it clear that she was on the right track. As in all other things, Cameron was insatiable.

“What do you think? Can you control yourself?” Thirteen taunted, gripping Cameron’s hair and yanking it until she met her gaze. “Or will you give in and beg for it like the bitch you are?”

The older woman’s breath grew heavier as she stared, transfixed, into her lover’s piercing eyes. She would submit. Of course she would. Who wouldn’t submit to a woman like Thirteen?

“Please, Remy,” Cameron begged without an ounce of shame. “Please take me like the b-bitch I am, plea–oohhhHHHHH…”

Thirteen pulled her thigh back from Cameron and replaced it with her hand, shoving three fingers inside her at once with merciless strength and a hungry growl. The blonde howled with ecstasy, grinding down against Thirteen’s hand and begging her to go even deeper. It was a good thing that they were in Thirteen’s apartment rather than at the hospital, because Cameron was loud enough to have alerted the entire ER. Only Thirteen could give her that kind of pleasure.

“Pathetic,” Thirteen murmured in her ear as she fucked her with quick, steady thrusts that had Cameron on the verge of coming undone in no more than a few short moments. “You can’t even try to have some dignity. Even a dog knows how to pretend. But not you.”

“I’m–ohhh, fuck, right there,” Cameron moaned. “I’m sorry, I can’t help–FUCK!”

“You should be thanking me,” Thirteen growled, curling her fingers upward and spitting on Cameron’s bare chest. “I’m giving you what you want even though you don’t deserve it.”

Cameron tried to cling to Thirteen, but the younger woman shrugged her off. “None of that. I don’t want to get any closer to you. And don’t you dare act ungrateful for what you’ve got.”

The older woman sobbed with pleasure, desperate for release and shaking uncontrollably against Thirteen’s hand in search of more. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…please…”

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, always you, Remy, I can’t…” Cameron gasped. “Please, I need to–”

Thirteen debated edging her for a bit longer, but she was in a good mood today. And that meant Cameron was a lucky girl. Besides, it would provide a smooth transition into the second half of their evening. Humiliation wasn’t all Cameron wanted.

“You wouldn’t hold back even if I told you to. You can’t. That would mean thinking with something other than your pussy. And you’re no good at that, so you might as well do the only thing you can do,” Thirteen sneered. “Come.”

Cameron pulsed wildly around Thirteen’s fingers and gripped the sheets until her knuckles turned white, moaning her name again and again as she came with earth-shattering force. Every cruel word, every disdainful action, every last bit of humiliation wrung out her pleasure in its entirety and left her a dripping, panting mess beneath her lover. Thirteen didn’t let her off the hook easily, continuing to pump in and out of her until her body finally stopped trembling. It wasn’t until she relaxed completely that Thirteen finally showed some gentleness, removing her fingers slowly and leaning down to kiss Cameron’s forehead.

“You okay?” she asked quietly as Cameron’s eyes fluttered open, now accepting her offered embrace rather than shrugging it off. The smile on her face made Thirteen’s heart melt in the best of ways. “That wasn’t too much, was it?”

“Mmmm, no,” Cameron purred, kissing the other woman. “That was amazing. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

Cameron smirked up at her. “It’s about to be.”

Thirteen let out a tiny yelp of surprise as Cameron suddenly rolled them over before pulling her in for a kiss and a loving embrace. It seemed there wouldn’t be a delay between the first and second half of their encounter; a rare occurrence, but not one Thirteen was opposed to. Cameron enjoyed the humiliation, but it was her martyr complex’s need for redemption that drove the night. From a lowly wretch to a loving benefactor. It was a bit cliche, but Thirteen didn’t mind. Good sex was good sex.

“Let me pay you back,” Cameron purred seductively as if this would be some kind of surprise for Thirteen. It wasn’t, but it made her happy, so that was fine. “I’ll show you how good I can be.”

“I know you will, Allie.”

Cameron smiled at the nickname and began to kiss her way down Thirteen’s body, nipping and sucking at her neck before latching onto her shoulder.

“Hey, careful,” Thirteen chuckled. “It’s too hot for me to wear a turtleneck again.”

“Didn’t you say he already knows? What’s the point in hiding it now?”

“Because I don’t want Foreman to get all pissy about it.”

Cameron rolled her eyes, but begrudgingly moved on. “He’s such a baby.”

“I know, b–mmmm, that’s good…” Thirteen groaned as Cameron reached her breast, lazily circling her nipple while one hand trailed gently down her side. “That’s right…keep it up, babe. You’re doing good.”

Thirteen had discovered Cameron’s praise kink at the very start of their relationship, when the older woman was still figuring out her attraction to women and strange connection to Thirteen despite her marriage. She loved being told that this was right, that it was good, that she was good. Not just at having sex with a woman–although she’d been surprisingly adept at that from the beginning–but at being with a woman. About being with her. And that was, for lack of a better word, cute.

“Use your mouth more,” Thirteen murmured. Cameron complied immediately, taking the bud of Thirteen’s breast into her mouth and sucking lightly as she continued to circle it with her tongue. “That’s good…you’re such a good girl, Allison…”

Cameron hummed happily and continued sucking on Thirteen’s breast until eventually releasing it and kissing her way down Thirteen’s abdomen. She paid extra attention to Thirteen’s lightly defined muscles, dragging her tongue along them and earning an approving exhale from the younger woman. Every satisfied sound was music to her ears, a reminder that she was, in fact, a good girl. The term would have sounded corny coming from anyone else, but when Thirteen said those words in her low, sultry tone…it did something to her. Something very good.

“Do you want me to make you feel good, Remy?” Cameron asked softly, looking up at Thirteen with an expression that was far more innocent than the woman wearing it. Thirteen smiled and nodded, running her fingers gently through Cameron’s hair. “You deserve it.”

Her words were unexpectedly genuine, and they warmed Thirteen’s heart even as her focus was drawn more to the warmth between her legs. Cameron was kissing and nipping at her inner thighs now, tantalizingly close to where Thirteen really wanted her. But, despite her penchant for generosity, she still required praise before she would close the gap.

“I need you, Allie,” she groaned, arching her back slightly. “Be a good girl and take care of me, okay?”

“Yes, Remy,” Cameron beamed at her. “Try to relax. I’ll be thorough.”

“I know you w–AH!” Thirteen gasped as Cameron’s tongue met her lips, traveling up slowly as she hummed happily to herself. A few more licks had Thirteen moaning. “God, Allie, you’re so good…”

More praise earned her more pleasure. Cameron moved faster now, relishing Thirteen’s taste and steadily switching between her folds and her clit with equal enthusiasm. Every motion was accompanied by an approving hum from Thirteen, spurring her onward with pride and excitement.

Thirteen wasn’t normally one for pet names, but praise brought them out of her. “That’s it, baby, right there…fuck, you feel amazing.”

Cameron’s tongue darted in and out of Thirteen a few more times before she drew upwards and sucked hard on her clit, still teasing it with her tongue as she felt Thirteen’s thighs tremble and close around her to keep her in place. The younger woman had gotten so worked up while fucking her earlier that she was already on the verge of climax. All it would take was a few more words for Cameron to send her over the edge.

“Please, Allie,” Thirteen moaned. “Nobody makes me feel like you do…make me come, baby, pl–”

Thirteen gripped Cameron’s hair and gasped out her name as she came, arching off the bed and grinding against her tongue. The sound of her name spilling so heavily from Thirteen’s lips sent a jolt of pleasure through Cameron all on its own, and she couldn’t stop herself from planting countless kisses on Thirteen’s center and inner thighs with boundless affection. This was real. Whatever they had was so damn real. 

“Haaahhhh…” Thirteen breathed, finally relaxing and falling back onto the bed. “God, you’ve gotten really fucking good at that.”

Cameron looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. “Gotten really good? Does that mean I wasn’t good before?”

“No, no, you were good before!” Thirteen nervously clarified. “It’s just, y’know, practice makes perfect and all.”

Cameron laughed. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

“I am not cute. Hot, maybe. Beautiful, definitely. Sexy, I’d like to think so. But cute doesn’t fit me.”

“Don’t worry,” Cameron smirked, climbing back up to kiss Thirteen gently before lying down beside her. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“You better not. Or else.”

They both laughed at Thirteen’s attempt to sound tough before lapsing into a comfortable silence punctuated by a few more kisses. It was almost enough for them to fall asleep before Cameron impulsively spoke a few words that had been building up inside her for months. She’d told herself she wouldn’t say them, but…well. She’d also told herself she’d be faithful to her husband. Things change. Especially around Thirteen.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“...HUH?”

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Thirteen stared at Cameron, dumbfounded by the other woman’s sudden confession. Her first instinct was to dismiss it as the aftermath of good sex–and the sex had been very, very good–but this seemed too genuine to be a simple endorphin reaction. Cameron really meant it. That was dangerous. Not just because it was a sign that things had gotten too attached between them, but because it made Thirteen come face to face with a worrying question: did she feel the same way?

“I’m in love with you,” Cameron repeated, quieter this time as she wrapped her arms tight around Thirteen and kissed her cheek. “I’ve been in love with you for a while now, I think. It just took me time to say the words. And…to accept that you probably won’t say them back.”

“Allie, I…” Thirteen began, unsure how to actually finish the sentence. “You’re married. What am I supposed to say? All the love in the world won’t change that on its own.”

“And what if I wasn’t married?”

Cameron once again spoke without thinking, communicating great significance with a strangely casual tone. It worried Thirteen; if she could make these claims so casually, what if she could go back on them just as easily? She had a fallback plan. Thirteen didn’t.

“Well, in that hypothetical scenario,” Thirteen began cautiously, trying to keep her distance and avoid giving an answer. “Would you never have married Chase to begin with, or would you be divorced?”

“Divorced,” Cameron sighed. “Remy, don’t pretend to misunderstand me. Just tell me how you feel.”

“I feel…like you deserve better than me,” Thirteen closed her eyes, whispering her answer. “You deserve to live happily with someone who loves you, someone who can stay with you for the rest of your life. You deserve a life I can’t provide.”

“I never had that to begin with.”

“Of course you do. You have Chase.”

Cameron groaned and snuggled closer to Thirteen. “If I had that with Chase, I wouldn’t be here with you.”

Thirteen shrugged. “Fair enough.”

“You’re the one who showed me what real attraction feels like. How good sex can feel when you aren’t trying to force yourself into a box you’re not meant to be in. You showed me what it was like to be with someone I could love. That’s wh–”

“Cameron. Stop,” Thirteen said quietly, trying with all her might to stay calm. “Please. If you need to be with a woman, you should be with one. That’s true. But if it’s as important as you say it is, you should be with a woman who can stay.”

“It’s not just about being with a woman! It’s…I just…” Cameron protested, her voice trembling. Thirteen couldn’t help holding her close, reassuring her even as she tried to push away. Cameron had that effect on her, like it or not.

“Remy…” she continued quietly. “I’m…happy with you. I’m happy because of you. I don’t care how long it lasts, I just want to be happy.”

“Alli–”

Cameron silenced her by climbing on top of her and kissing her forehead. “I want to be in love, Remy. Really, truly in love. If it’s for a day, if it’s for a century, I don’t care. Please just let me be in love with you.”

Thirteen couldn’t do anything but stare. No one had ever said something like that to her. Not even close. And here was this beautiful, passionate, charming woman offering her whatever she desired. She was married, sure. But her dad had been married when he started seeing the woman who would eventually become her stepmother, and that worked out okay. Relatively, at least.

She remembered what she’d told House during the hiring process. That her disease let her do things she was afraid of. She remembered Kilimanjaro. She remembered skydiving. Falling and trusting that whatever you carried with you would be enough to keep you alive.

Cameron wouldn’t be able to keep her alive. She knew that now.

But she might make the fall easier.

Thirteen leaned up to meet Cameron’s lips gently and wrapped her arms around her waist. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

Cameron raised an eyebrow. “So the way you feel about me is…”

Thirteen decided to be honest. “I don’t know. Love wasn’t something I thought was on the table. I need to think about it.”

Cameron nodded. “I understand.”

“Do you mean that, or are you about to spend every waking moment trying to get me to say I love you?”

“Definitely every waking moment.”

Thirteen laughed. “Sounds good.”

Cameron smiled and leaned down to nuzzle her neck. “I love you.”

“I know, Allie,” Thirteen whispered in her ear. “Wait, you’re not about to–OW!”

Thirteen hissed as Cameron’s teeth clamped down on her shoulder. At the same time, she felt the older woman’s hips begin to grind against her thigh once again. Apparently confessing her love had been enough to get her going one more time. Honestly, this woman…

“Woah, girl,” Thirteen teased. “Take it easy.”

Cameron didn’t listen, instead grinding down harder.

“Okay, lover girl,” Thirteen raised her thigh to meet Cameron and trailed one hand down her spine. “Release the death grip and I’ll put it in you. Deal?”

Cameron let out what sounded suspiciously like a growl before relenting. Thirteen made good on her word, pushing her hand between Cameron and her thigh and slipping two fingers inside her. The older woman moaned, low and needy, before kissing Thirteen deeply and holding her in a tight embrace. To Thirteen’s surprise, Cameron did most of the work; she rode her fingers hard, losing herself in her own pleasure without waiting for the younger woman to take control. Now that everything was out in the open, Cameron saw no need for restraint.

“Unnnhhh, Remy…” she moaned with equal lack of restraint, loud enough to reverberate through the apartment. “I love you…fuck, that’s it…”

Damn it, hearing Cameron say those words definitely stirred something within Thirteen. It would be so easy to say them back. Just three little words. But she couldn’t. Not yet. She had to be sure. And she had to know that Cameron was sure too. When would the time be right? She’d just have to figure it out when she got there.

“Come here,” Remy murmured, pulling Cameron in for another kiss while curving her fingers upward inside her and applying extra pressure every time the older woman rode up and down. Cameron moaned into the kiss, instinctively dragging her nails down her back hard enough that Thirteen knew they would leave some serious marks. It was kind of hot, to be honest. “Enjoying yourself?”

“I can’t help it,” Cameron gasped, her hips trembling with exertion. “I love how you feel–ohhhh–inside me.”

“I love feeling you like this,” Thirteen responded instinctively. That was way too close to saying those three words on their own. She had to be more careful.

The way Cameron reacted, you’d think she’d just proposed. Her pace grew frantic and she whimpered Thirteen’s name, the obscene sound of the younger woman’s fingers slamming in and out of her overtaking her voice as the loudest sound in the apartment. Damn. She was really something.

“I’m going to–ohhh, Remy~”

Cameron gasped her name like a blessing as she came, still riding her with all the strength she could manage. When she finally ran out of steam, she collapsed onto Thirteen and smiled adoringly at her before capturing her lips in a long, lazy, satisfied kiss. Thirteen slipped her fingers out of her and brought them to her lips, tasting Cameron’s arousal with a pleased hum. Cameron kept kissing her, less interested in the taste of herself on Thirteen’s tongue than she was with the taste of Thirteen in general.

“Finally worn out, huh?” Thirteen teased, kissing her again before gently rolling her off and back onto the bed. “You’re a fiend, Allison Cameron.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all.”

Cameron sighed happily again and held Thirteen close, smiling and closing her eyes. “I love you.”

Thirteen bit back her words, forcing her neutral response through gritted teeth. She had to keep control. At least for now.

“I know, Allie. I know.”

Chapter Text

Cameron sighed and checked her watch again before laying back on the clinic bed and closing her eyes. She’d spent fifteen minutes here trying to avoid getting lost in thought about the confession she’d made last week. It wasn’t like she regretted it, but she was afraid that it might scare Thirteen away. Not right now, of course, but long term. After all, right now they were–

The sound of the clinic room door opening and closing made her shoot up, thoughts flowing away as she smiled at the new arrival.

“Hi, Allison? I’m Dr. Hadley. How are you doing today?”

Cameron couldn’t help looking the doctor up and down, from the business casual clothing (complete with suspenders, of course) covered by a simple lab coat to the icy blue eyes behind rectangular glass lenses. “Doing as well as I can, I suppose. Yourself?”

“About the same,” Dr. Hadley smiled at her. “Your file says you’re here for a few routine examinations. Are you in between PCPs?”

“I’m afraid so. My previous doctor just retired, and I’m well overdue for a physical. That’s not a problem, is it?”

“Well, the clinic tends to be reserved for specific ailments rather than–”

Cameron stood up and approached the doctor, putting on her best puppy dog pleading expression. “Do you think you could make an exception? I really have been worried about a few things lately, and a physical might help catch any problems.”

Dr. Hadley looked at her for a moment, then grinned. “You’re lucky you caught me in a good mood today, Allison.”

“I certainly am.”

“Well, then, why don’t you go ahead and get undressed. I’ve just got a few questions for you before we begin.”

“Of course, doctor.”

Cameron began slowly removing her clothes article by article, making sure not to be too overtly seductive but also giving Dr. Hadley enough time to soak in the sight between glances at her file. She wasn’t about to make things that easy for the other woman, tempting as it was to do so whenever the doctor’s gaze met hers. But to her credit, Dr. Hadley kept it professional.

“Are you sexually active?”

Cameron scoffed. “Hah! I wish. No, I’ve had a bit of a dry spell. Just haven’t found the right person, I guess.”

Dr. Hadley chuckled. “I know exactly what you mean.”

“You’re kidding!” Cameron stared at her, dumbfounded. “A woman like you? I can’t imagine that–oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. That was completely inappropriate.”

“No worries, Allison,” Dr. Hadley reassured her. “And thank you. Now then, are you a smoker?”

They ran through the rest of the questions fairly quickly and Cameron sat back down on the exam bed, now clad only in her underwear. Despite it being a workday, she wore a surprisingly fancy ensemble. Just a little bit of personal indulgence. Today was all about indulging, after all.

“That’s all I’ve got,” Dr. Hadley concluded, closing the file. “While I take care of the routine checks, can you tell me what specific things have been bothering you?”

“Well, I’ve had some soreness in my chest lately. A bit of increased sensitivity as well. That’s not a symptom of breast cancer, is it?”

“Hmmm, not usually. It wouldn’t hurt to check them, though. Just to make sure we don’t miss anything. Do you mind?”

“No, not at all. Better safe than sorry,” Cameron nodded, reaching back to unhook her bra before scowling as her hands slipped. “Ugh, I always have so much trouble with this bra. Could you help me, Dr. Hadley?”

Dr. Hadley smiled and nodded, walking over and reaching behind her to unhook her bra for her rather than walking behind her. Once removed, she gently set it aside and stepped back. “Go ahead and lie down.”

Cameron did as she was told, still staring at the doctor while she laid down and put her arms above her head. After putting on a pair of gloves, Dr. Hadley slowly reached for her breasts and gently took hold of one. Despite the intimate nature of the act, she remained a professional. Even when the touch made Cameron gasp and shift slightly beneath her.

“Did that hurt?” Dr. Hadley asked, concerned.

“No, no. Your gloves are just very cold.”

“I can remove them, if you’d like.”

“Yes please.”

Dr. Hadley pulled off her gloves and tossed them into the trash, washed her hands with soap and warm water, and returned to Cameron’s side so she could once again place a hand on her breast. Cameron didn’t gasp this time, but she did still let out a quiet hum and shift her body again. The doctor looked on with concern and gently squeezed her breast, receiving another hum in response.

“Any pain?” she asked quietly, ensuring her patient was comfortable.

“No, no,” Cameron shook her head. “The opposite, actually. Like I said, they’re a bit…sensitive.”

Dr. Hadley nodded and continued her examination, politely avoiding mentioning the slight moan Cameron made when her hand brushed over one of her erect nipples. Ever the professional. “I’m not feeling anything out of the ordinary. The increased sensitivity might be a sign that your period is due to start soon.”

“I had mine recently. Are there any other possible causes?”

“Nothing dangerous. The only other immediately evident explanation would be heightened sexual arousal, but last I checked that wasn’t exactly dangerous. Have you been feeling aroused at all today, Allison?”

Cameron laughed nervously. “A bit. And getting felt up by an attractive woman didn’t help matters.”

“But you mentioned not being sexually activ–oh!” Dr. Hadley exclaimed and looked away. “Very clever. You got me with that one. But really, have you had any other symptoms of increased arousal?”

“Maybe,” Cameron shrugged. “It would explain the other issue I was worried about.”

“What’s that?” Dr. Hadley asked, nodding and pulling out her notes again.

“It’s um…significantly increased, ah…” Cameron replied quietly, looking away and blushing with embarrassment. “I guess you would call it vaginal lubrication.”

Dr. Hadley nodded and offered her a reassuring smile. “No need to be embarrassed, Allison. It happens to all of us. How significant of an increase are we talking about? Typical of what you experience during arousal, or more?”

“More.”

“How much?”

“Well, this is awkward, but…it’s increased a great deal since you started your breast exam.”

Dr. Hadley coughed to hide her surprised reaction, but recovered quickly. “So it’s a response to physical stimuli. That’s good news; a natural reaction means it’s unlikely to be anything serious.”

“But there’s still a chance?” Cameron asked, her voice laced with concern. “Shouldn’t I get an exam or something?”

“I wouldn’t consider it necessary, but it couldn’t hurt. Would you like me to take care of it now, or would you prefer to schedule an appointment with a gynecologist?”

“We might as well do it now,” Cameron chuckled. “I think I’ve had my fill of embarrassing innocent doctors today.”

Dr. Hadley laughed. “I’ve heard worse on the job. Trust me.”

“Something tells me I don’t want to know.”

“‘Something’ is right.”

Cameron chuckled and laid back further, pulling her knees up and spreading her legs. Her arousal was visibly soaking through her panties, and she knew Dr. Hadley would notice. The thought sent another jolt through her body that only intensified the…issue. It was embarrassing, yes, but there was also a strange thrill to it. Hopefully the doctor didn’t mind.

“Could you lift your legs, please?” Dr. Hadley requested, her tone as steady and professional as ever. Cameron obliged, and the doctor pulled off her thoroughly soaked panties to examine her undeniably swollen and dripping pussy with that same clinical eye. “I’m not seeing anything immediately worrying. It looks like regular arousal to me. Does it feel more intense than usual right now?”

“Very,” Cameron nodded. “It’s, um, pretty demanding.”

“I see,” Dr. Hadley nodded, standing up and making a few more notes. “Would you be comfortable with me making sure there’s nothing immediately out of the ordinary internally?”

“As long as you don’t put on those freezing gloves again, sure,” Cameron laughed. “I’m clean, I promise.”

“Well…” Dr. Hadley mulled it over before eventually going to wash her hands again. “Technically it’s against policy, but I suppose it’s not a huge issue. Just let me know if you experience any discomfort.”

“Given my situation, I doubt that’ll be an iss–aaahhhhh…” Cameron couldn’t suppress a quiet moan when Dr. Hadley gently eased her fingers inside and began to feel around, shifting her hips and bringing a hand to her mouth as her cheeks turned bright red. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

Dr. Hadley looked up from between her legs and gave her a reassuring smile. “It’s okay, Allison. Really. If you’d like me to leave for a minute so you can, ah, relieve that pressure, we can do that before the exam continues.”

“Ummmmm…that might be difficult.”

“Why’s that?”

“I…God, this is embarrassing…I…” Cameron blushed a deep red, unable to meet Dr. Hadley’s understanding gaze.

“Have trouble without any external assistance?” the doctor finished for her mercifully. “I think I have something here that could help.”

While Dr. Hadley looked through the exam room drawers, Cameron tried to stammer out the last part of her statement. “There’s that, but also…if it’s c-caused by someone else, I might not be able to…on my own. So even with external help, I don’t think that it will, uh…oh my God, I’m sorry, I should just go. This is so embarrassing.”

“Allison,” Dr. Hadley locked eyes with her, and Cameron felt a thrill run down her spine. “I pride myself on patient care. If you need help, I’ll help you. The last thing we need is for you to end up with an untreated health issue because I refused to assist my patient when it was needed. Would you…like my help?”

Cameron’s jaw dropped as she stared at her in shock. “Is that…are you even allowed to do that?”

“That depends on you,” Dr. Hadley smiled, finally finding what she was looking for and removing a sealed bag containing something Cameron couldn’t see from this angle. “You see, we’ve got this thing called doctor-patient confidentiality. If you want to do this, it wouldn’t have to go on any official record. There wouldn’t be any sort of issue with the situation as long as you don’t have any immediate plans to report it. That said, this is a very sensitive situation and you shouldn’t feel pressured in any way. The last thing I want to do is create an unsafe environment in a medical setting.”

“I…wow,” Cameron mumbled. “What, um…if I said yes, what is it that you would plan on using? I can’t see it from here.”

Dr. Hadley held up the bag, somehow still not visibly embarrassed. “Just a regular kit we give individuals who want to practice safe sex but don’t have the means to acquire anything themselves. A simple sex toy, a harness, and lubricant. Although given the situation, that last one probably won’t be necessary.”

An awkward silence hung in the room for what felt like eternity, and Dr. Hadley was about to apologize for offering before Cameron slowly nodded. “That would be…helpful. P-please.”

“Of course,” Dr. Hadley smiled. “Could you roll over and lift up your hips, please?”

Cameron’s eyes widened. “Oh, you want to…oh. That’s…”

“I believe it would be the most efficient course of action. Are you comfortable with that?”

A part of Cameron wanted to ask for Dr. Hadley to climb on top of her instead, but that was mostly due to her very inappropriate desire to try kissing the doctor. That would probably get rid of any pretense of medical necessity, and that could mean Dr. Hadley stopping. No way would she let that happen. She nodded and rolled over, raising her hips and putting her arousal on full display for the doctor.

“That’s perfect. Thank you, Allison. Just give me one moment to put this on and we can begin.”

Cameron looked back to watch Dr. Hadley disrobe, but to her surprise she saw the doctor attaching the harness over her clothing. Despite wanting to see more of Dr. Hadley’s body, the sight of her strap on her clothed body exuded a kind of dominance that sent another burst of need down between her legs. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but she wasn’t complaining either.

“Do you need anything before I get started?”

Cameron shook her head, shivering as she felt Dr. Hadley climb onto the exam table behind her. “No, j-just…put it in. Please.”

“Of course, Allison. Rest your head on the pillow and try to hold still for me, alright? And please let me know if you experience any discomfort.”

Cameron nodded one more time before Dr. Hadley finally pushed inside her with a slow, measured thrust that eventually ended with the entire toy inside her. She let out a moan, low and desperate, pushing her hips back and urging the doctor to thrust again. But, as always, Dr. Hadley was a professional first and foremost.

“How does that feel? Any pain or uncomfortable stretching?” she asked, lowering her voice as she leaned forward to speak quietly into Cameron’s ear. “If it’s too big–”

“No, no, it’s perfect, please,” Cameron gasped. “Keep going–ohhhhhhhhhfuck…”

Dr. Hadley began to move at a steady, even rhythm that had Cameron moaning and shuddering in seconds. She had to bite down on the pillow to avoid crying out the doctor’s name as an entire day’s worth of anticipation and arousal was relieved in the best way possible. The clinical nature of her movements should have left Cameron feeling dissatisfied by a lack of passion, but each thrust still managed to hit her just right and leave her incapable of complaining–or doing anything else but shaking her hips needily and leaking onto the exam bed’s paper covering.

“You’re doing very well, Allison,” Dr. Hadley complimented her, once again leaning down to her and lowering her voice. “I can tell you’re already experiencing some significant relief.”

“God, yes, I’m almost there,” Cameron gasped. “Please, Dr. Hadley…”

“Please what, Allison?”

“P-please make me come,” Cameron nearly sobbed with need before biting down on the pillow again.

“Of course,” Dr. Hadley smirked. “As I said, I pride myself on patient care. Especially when my patient is as lovely as you.”

Dr. Hadley’s praise, combined with one last deep thrust, sent Cameron hurtling over the edge with a ferocious climax that rocked her entire body for what felt like forever. She couldn’t hold herself up for one second longer, collapsing onto the exam bed with one last moan as the strap slipped out of her. Dr. Hadley stepped back to give her room to stretch out and relax after having been wrung out so thoroughly. This had been a fantastic idea.

“Okay, I have to admit,” Thirteen chuckled as she undid the harness. “That was a lot more fun than I thought it would be.”

“Mmmm,” Cameron agreed, rolling over and gazing lovingly at the other woman. “Get over here and kiss me.”

“Hm, I dunno…” Thirteen rubbed her chin and put on a look of mock concern. “I’m not sure if that would be appropriate conduct for a doctor and a patie–”

“Shut up and kiss me, Remy.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Thirteen grinned, taking off the fake glasses and shrugging off her lab coat before making her way over to Cameron and pulling her into a gentle embrace. She kissed her softly, gently in a way that was reserved for a woman who was more than a friend with benefits. Not that she was ready to admit it out loud, yet, but she’d been getting closer to admitting it to herself.

“I love you,” Cameron murmured, nuzzling her neck and kissing her again. “You know I mean it, right?”

“I know,” Thirteen smiled, holding her even closer. “I really do know.”

Chapter Text

“Oh, Allisonnnnn~”

Cameron looked up from the medical journal she was reading and smiled at Thirteen, but the glint in the younger woman’s eyes made her nervous. Something was up. “Yes, Remy?”

Thirteen smirked and plopped down on the couch next to Cameron. “So, I had a very interesting conversation with House today-”

“I already don’t like where this is going.”

“And he told me about a fascinating conversation the two of you had over dinner a few years ago.”

Cameron groaned and put her head in her hands. “Oh no. Here we go.”

“I had no idea you were so interested in Freud!” Thirteen exclaimed with mock-innocence, smirking with glee at the embarrassed blonde. “Bringing him up on a first date, that’s…wow. I didn’t realize you were such an intell–”

Cameron looked up and scowled at her. “I was young, nervous, and stupid. We all slip up sometimes.”

“So true!” Thirteen nodded. “There should be a specific term for that. A Freudian…screw-up? Nah, that doesn’t sound right.”

“I’m going to keep reading now.”

“But Allie, I’m so curious! Y’know, I’ve read a bit of that Freud guy’s stuff,” Thirteen laughed. “When were you going to ask if you could call me ‘mom?’’

“I’m older than you, Rem. That wouldn’t even make sense.”

“Hmmmm, that’s true…” Thirteen furrowed her brows in thought, still chuckling under her breath. “Besides, I feel like I’d be more of a dad. Wearing the pants and all that. I can even grill.”

“Is that so?” Cameron asked nonchalantly, now disengaged from Thirteen’s mirth and focused on her journal. “Would it turn you on if I called you daddy?”

Thirteen’s laughter stopped abruptly. After a moment of total silence, Cameron looked up from her journal to find the younger woman’s face turned bright red. “Oh my God. You’re kidding.”

Thirteen shook her head and waved her hands in front of her face, trying as hard as she could to downplay her reaction. “No, no, don’t get the wrong idea. I was just…surprised to hear you say that. It caught me off-guard.”

“Is that so?” Cameron smirked, putting down her journal and approaching Thirteen. “So the idea of me calling you daddy in bed is completely unappealing? Utterly off the table?”

“Ummmm…I mean…” Thirteen stumbled over her words. “Like I said, you’re into Freud, so, I mean, if that’s what you’re into, then, um…who am I to stop you, y’know?”

“Very convincing,” Cameron teased, brushing a hand along Thirteen’s defined cheek and smirking as she felt her shiver in response. “Maybe if the charming and illustrious womanizer Thirteen showed a bit of humility I might be convinced to explore that theory. But if you’d rather tease me about it than encourage it, well…”

That was it. Thirteen caved. “Okay, okay. I’ll admit to being slightly interested in the theory. Enough to explore it a little bit…maybe. If you want.”

Cameron grinned with satisfaction, immensely pleased with how well she’d turned the situation around. Seductive as Thirteen was, she had her weaknesses here and there. And oh, how Cameron enjoyed finding them. She rose from the couch with well-earned confidence and made her way past Thirteen to the bedroom, making sure to snap her suspenders as she did so.

“Come on, daddy,” Cameron teased. “Let’s explore.”