Fanfiction Post, yay!
Title: Through the Looking Glass
Author: Diana Cabot
Rating: M
Pairing: Cameron/Remy (13)
Prompt: Distraction, written for sinandmisery's porn battle.
Disclaimer: I don't own them (sadly)
Author's Note: First attempt at fanfic in a long, long time, and first attempt at anything M-rated. So sorry if it's terrible. Oh, and sorry about the lack of an lj-cut or working links. Does anyone have advice for getting around over-zealous pop-up blockers?
Whoever had designed the interior of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital was a genius, at least in Remy Hadley's mind. It was not the calming beige walls or the large, welcoming lobby that won the young doctor's approval, but rather the ingenious glass walls. It was these glass walls that allowed Thirteen her greatest guilty pleasure: watching Allison Cameron.
Ever since Hadley had met the older woman, she had found herself spellbound whenever she walked by. Luckily, those acting classes in high school helped her hide what, in any other woman or man, would constitute dreamy-eyed drooling. Instead, all that the other members of diagnostics saw were two cool blue eyes staring off into space, aloof and uninterested.
And so her secret remained hidden, the fact that every time Dr. Cameron walked by, the names of rare autoimmune diseases were replaced with the imagined feel of Cameron's soft skin. How she would react to Thirteen's soft touches. How she would close her eyes and moan as the pads of Remy's fingers traveled lower and lower. How Remy herself would gasp when Allison retaliated and applied pressure at the perfect point through her pants.
As Cameron walked by, Thirteen had to fight not to catch her gorgeous green eyes, electing instead to glance quickly at her chest, imagining herself stroking Cameron's nipples to raised peaks, then sucking each one until the older woman cried out in pleasure and frustration.
It wouldn't take very long, Thirteen daydreamed, for their touches to grow more frantic. She could almost feel each kiss growing harder and deeper, fingers reaching inside panties, mirroring each other in their desperation for the other's release. Her eyelids grew slightly heavy, and narrowed just the tiniest fraction. One discreet swipe of her tongue over pink lips was the only sign of how turned on she was, one tiny blink as she watched the movement of Cameron’s ass swinging down the long corridor. In her mind, she saw both of them, sweaty and satiated, lying in a pool of cream-colored sheets. Thirteen would crack a joke, and Cameron would giggle girlishly and cuddle up to her, placing her arm around Thirteen's waist and her head on the younger doctor's shoulder.
"Thirteen, Kutner, go test the patient for Guillame-Barre syndrome. And try to refrain from hitting on her, she is dying, you know," House ordered. Rolling her eyes, Thirteen snapped herself out of her thoughts, ignoring the pressing wetness between her thighs.
Yes, Allison Cameron was a distraction. But what Remy didn't know was that, from her side of PPTH, Dr. Cameron was enjoying the view from the glass walls herself.