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Title: My Body Is A Cage: Chapter 6; Dream Phone.
Pairing: Camteen
Disclaimer: I own nothing, blah blah blah.
Rating: PG-13? Kissing and a swear.
Spoilers: None!
Summary: A Kiss! Well I never.
Notes: Comments are always love.
Thirteen is sat on the bunk, her head bowed enough so she won’t hit it on the top bunk. Her hands are clasped in almost prayer near her mouth, her breath echoes around inside them. She waits for Cameron, not quite patiently, as she is late.
The door clicks open, and Thirteen stands so fast she hits her head on the bunk, she barely has time to register the pain, before she masks it from Cameron.
‘Are you okay?’ Cameron says, walking briskly towards Thirteen, her arms raised to Thirteen’s head, she strokes it slightly before Thirteen backs away. Thirteen nods and bites her lip.
‘Are you sure? That looked like it really hurt,’ Cameron says, lowering her arms.
Thirteen isn’t going to admit that it feels as though she’s cracked open her skull and soldiers on.
‘Friday, what are you doing?’ Thirteen says briskly.
‘Oh, err,’ Cameron begins, ‘nothing.’
‘If you can’t find anything better to do, you should come over,’ Thirteen states, shoving her hands in her pockets, and avoiding Cameron’s gaze. This is the first time she has done anything close to asking a girl out; they have always asked her.
‘And what would we do, watch Dirty Dancing and paint each other’s nails?’ Cameron smiles suggestively.
‘Something like that,’ Thirteen smirks and walks out the door, stopping just outside to rub her head painfully.
Cameron goes to her locker, and there is an envelope hastily shoved in the vent.
She smiles bemusedly at the note.
“Don’t call me Remy!”; there is a key attached.
*
‘So what are you going to do, braid each other’s hair?’ Chase asks smiling, slowing the car to a stop outside Thirteen’s apartment building.
‘No, we’re going to have pillow fights in our underwear and play Dream Phone,’ Cameron says sarcastically, unclipping her seat belt.
‘Can I come?’ Chase smiles.
‘Girls only.’ She says, not looking at him.
‘I’m serious, it’s good you’ve got a friend at work,’ he says. She smiles briefly then leans over and kisses Chase on the cheek. She hears him drive away as she reaches the door. She knocks three times.
‘Hi,’ Thirteen says answering the door. ‘I just got in, I haven’t had chance to clean, so I’m sorry if it’s a little messy,’ She says rather quickly.
‘Is that your excuse for all the girls?’ Cameron smiles and pushes past her into the apartment.
‘I don’t have girls over…Not like this,’ she says quietly, shutting the door.
‘Like what?’ Cameron’s eyebrows arch.
‘I mean, I have girls over, but not because I want to get to know them, Not that I just have girls to over for sex, well…’ Thirteen cannot see a safe avenue out of the conversation, so she stops talking altogether, and smiles.
‘You’re saying I should be flattered that I’m the first girl to come over that you have absolutely no desire to sleep with,’ Cameron says, she sounds a little offended, though Thirteen can’t tell if she’s putting it on.
‘Well, I wouldn’t go that far,’ Thirteen states squarely, before turning into the kitchen and returning with two beers. Cameron sits down and apparently ignores Thirteen’s last statement.
‘So you couldn’t think of anything better to do with your Friday night,’ Cameron says taking a sip.
‘Did you just come here to insult me?’ She says sternly, though smiling slightly. ‘I do love to be insulted from the comfort of my own home, which is why I invited you,’ She says blankly, ‘That, and House charges for home calls.’ Cameron laughs a little.
They sit at opposite ends of the couch. Thirteen can’t remember the last time she felt this awkward with a girl, and continues to sip her beer edgily.
It feels like she should kiss her, that one almost-kiss could be excusable, but two meant she was practically asking for it. She doesn't want to aggravate the situation even more, as she's already almost-regretting asking Cameron to come over at all.
‘Another beer?’ Thirteen asks shyly, peeling the label off her empty, before draining the last dregs.
‘Sexually frustrated?’ Cameron asks. Thirteen practically chokes on her last sip, her eyes widen. ‘House always insisted when I used to do that,’ she indicates to the tiny ripped up scraps of Thirteen’s beer label. Thirteen says nothing, but she is visibly nervous. She leaves and returns with another beer.
‘Do you want me to order take-out?’ Asks Thirteen, making a point to sit down much closer to Cameron this time.
‘Why, so I can eat while you look away and don’t eat anything?’ Cameron smirks.
‘If you’re hungry, I will eat.’ She states, ‘If you want me to,’ she says quietly and suddenly pretends to be interested in the TV screen. Cameron starts to say something, then pauses.
‘Okay,’ she says, ‘What do you want?’ Thirteen looks at her.
‘Pizza, it’s less…messy than Chinese,’ she says, and leaves the room to call the take-out. When she returns, she sits down even closer to Cameron.
‘Why don’t you just sit on me?’ Cameron jokes, and Thirteen attempts to move but Cameron grabs her by the arm, Thirteen settles next to her, but daren’t move for fear that Cameron will stop touching her. Cameron hasn’t let go of her arm yet, then gently starts to make circles with her fingers on Thirteen’s wrist. Thirteen is practically shuddering; the other girls don’t make her feel like this.
Neither of them move, too scared to upset the tiny air of intimacy that has surfaced. Their eyes are glued to the movie, though if you were to ask either of them what was going on, they couldn't tell you. The doorbell rings and Thirteen wants to kick the delivery boy for his lousy sense of timing. Thankfully she doesn’t, pays him and sits down and looks at the pizza, biting a nail. Cameron opens the box and grabs a slice.
‘Do you want me to go in the other room or something?’ Cameron asks tentatively.
‘No, it’s okay, I haven’t eaten, and I probably should,’ She stares at it once more, then grabs a slice and holds it. ‘Can’t I just sneak off to the bathroom and eat it?’ She says smirking.
‘Reverse Bulimia? That’s a new one,’ says Cameron, smiling ever so slightly.
‘Okay, ready?’ Thirteen says, and takes a tiny nibble off the tip.
‘Oh c’mon!’ Says Cameron in disbelief.
‘This is the first time I’ve eaten in front of someone for years,’ she states, then takes a bite.
‘I’m flattered,’ says Cameron. She has a kind of semi-smile, as she doesn’t want to make Thirteen feel uncomfortable. They each finish a slice in silence.
‘That wasn’t as bad as I thought,’ Thirteen admits, she leans over to put down her napkin but is intercepted by Cameron, their faces clash and Cameron kisses her rather firmly. Thirteen pauses, and moves back.
‘That wasn’t meant to happen,’ Thirteen states pointlessly. There’s more silence, then Cameron leans forward quickly, and catches her off guard for another kiss. This time she leans in more and forces Thirteen back a little. Cameron doesn’t want to think about anything but the kiss and how amazing it feels right now, and the cinnamon taste of Thirteen.
Thirteen gently licks Cameron’s lips, before slipping her tongue inside, Cameron moans and with it stirs something in Thirteen, who forces Cameron onto her back and climbs on top of her. Cameron’s breathing quickens as Thirteen uses her spare hand to squeeze Cameron’s thigh.
Thirteen moans as Cameron threads her fingers through her hair and pulls her into the kiss deeper, and props herself up on her spare elbow. Cameron moans again and then pulls out of the kiss softly, gradually, easing herself out of it gently, with a series of small and brief kisses.
‘You kissed me,’ Thirteen states blankly, inches from Cameron’s face.
‘I did,’ says Cameron, sitting up a little more. Thirteen kisses her softly again then pulls away, as though testing the waters; seeing if Cameron would let her. ‘Do you want to do it again?’ She says flatly. Thirteen replies with another kiss.
Cameron doesn’t know how long they’ve been kissing, but it feels like no-time, it feels like she could do it all day, everyday, only stopping to eat and use the bathroom. Her phone rings. She ignores it. Her phone rings again, Thirteen pulls back and replaces her shirt. Cameron looks at the phone.
‘Fuck,’ she says, and Thirteen looks a little startled at the curse. She picks up her phone and answers it. ‘Yeah, I’ll be right down,’ she says.
‘How come you didn’t answer before?’ Chases tinny Australian accent asks through the crackling speaker.
‘I told you; pillow fights,’ she says with a short laugh, as she pulls her top down, hiding her bra from sight, then clips the phone shut.
Thirteen’s face is drained of any arousal or emotion, as she moves back and wraps her cardigan around herself. Cameron stands and tries to straighten her hair with her hand, and rub the creases out of her clothes. Thirteen’s face is now even more unreadable than usual. She stands and opens the door for Cameron, who kisses her briefly then closes the door. Thirteen is left feeling distinctly like she’s been punched in the gut.