Fic: Panic Attack [ 9/12 ]
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Title: Panic Attack (9/12)
(chapter name: Allison)
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Word Count: 391
Rating: M
Warning: Femslash. Non-canon after Wilson’s Heart.
Author’s note: This is a PWP chapter. You don’t really need to read the others for context if you don’t want to.
As it happens, Remy does go home and have sex with her girlfriend. House seems to always be right, even when it comes to other people’s personal lives.
“That’s probably because he doesn’t have one of his own,” Allison says when Remy brings up the subject. They’re both already spent, though it’s only 10:30 on a Friday night. Remy laughs and rolls over to kiss Allison.
“Again?” she whispers.
Without waiting for an answer, Remy continues to kiss her, moving further and further down her body. They already teased each other mercilessly the last time around, and Remy decides to go the fast route this time. She shoves her tongue into Allison, drawing a soft moan from her. Remy licks and nips expertly, then switches tactics. Three fingers, all at once, eliciting an even louder groan. With her mouth, she sucks on one of Allison’s nipples, stimulating the other with her free hand. Given this excess of sensory input, Allison’s breathing starts to become irregular. Gasping, she manages to whisper, “Faster.”
Remy’s fingers move in and out, her thumb pulsating on Allison’s clit at regular intervals. She speeds up her rhythm: in-push-out, in-push-out… Then, as Allison’s entire body tightens, clenches and shudders, Remy slows. She leans her ear close to Allison’s mouth and receives her reward: a breathy, juddering moan. “Oh, Remy…”
She can’t stand it anymore. She doesn’t care how tired Allison is, because that one moan turned her on more than anything her girlfriend could ever do. She takes Allison’s hand and places it where she needs it most. She’s wet beyond belief, filled to the brim with desire. As if on autopilot, Allison climbs on top of her and curves her fingers just right. Every thrust, every light scratch, every kiss wrests another groan from Remy.
The sparks of light dance before Remy’s eyes. So pretty, she thinks, incapable of all other thought. She opens her eyes slowly, sees Allison’s face. She closes her eyes again as Allison’s fingers curve inside her.
She’s brought over the edge, the sparks of light blossoming into full-blown conflagrations of color. She’s vaguely aware of someone, somewhere murmuring, “Fuck, Ally,” but it can’t be her, because she’s away with the flourishing colors.
A gentle kiss on her mouth brings her back. She opens her eyes and sees something-no, someone-equally beautiful.