Panic Attack 5/12
YES! A new chapter! 8D
I don't think I'm going to bother posting to odd50out anymore, but you can find this at housefemslash too.
Erm...the cut doesn't seem to be working.
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Well.
Title: Panic Attack (5/12)
(chapter name: Curiosity)
Fandom: House, MD
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Word Count: 649 (Chapters about sex always have longer word counts. Sigh.)
Rating: M
Prompt: #31: Freak-out of the first degree
Warning: Femslash. Non-canon for after Season 4.
“You’ve been crying,” Allison says, concern radiating from her as she observes Remy’s red, puffy eyes.
“I haven’t,” Remy protests weakly, trying to move in and kiss Allison. She’s stopped by two delicate fingers that push her lips away gently.
“Right now you need to talk, not fuck,” Allison says quietly, looking Remy right in the eyes.
“Maybe that’s for me to decide,” Remy replies, raising her voice slightly and beginning to trail her hands down Allison’s back and up under her shirt. “You wanted to come here. The host decides.” She smiles, or at least twists her mouth into a semblance of a smile, as Allison begins breathing a little faster.
A blush makes its way into Allison’s cheeks, tingeing them pinker and pinker as one of Remy’s hands undoes Allison’s bra and the other slides into her pants. Allison’s arms, by contrast, lie limp at her sides. It feels too good now: she’s not going to ask Remy to stop even though she knows she should.
Remy’s touch gradually draws away.
Allison shakes herself from her sex-induced haze and looks up. She registers that all her clothes are off and she’s now lying on Remy’s bed. She watches Remy take her clothes off slowly, sensually-sort of like a stripper. Allison gives a small choke of laughter at that thought.
“What?” Remy whispers, climbing up the bed to be next to Allison again.
“I was just thinking…never mind,” Allison replies, grinning widely now.
“Tell me.” It’s in every way a demand, growled quietly into Allison’s ear, sending a sudden shock of goosebumps down her left side, making her feel like she’s somehow lost control.
“I was just thinking…” she breathes as Remy’s nails close around a nipple, “…just thinking that…aah. How do you…God.”
Remy’s tongue has now replaced the sharp nails, eliciting groans, but not an answer from Allison.
“How do I what?” Remy asks, doing the same growly thing again. This time the goosebumps go all the way down, electrifying Allison and making her ache.
“How do you expect…expect me to answer you…when you’re doing…that?” Allison finally gets out, interjected by raking fingers and lips trailing down her body but never getting quite where she really wants them.
“Fine, I’ll stop then,” Remy replies roguishly, doing so abruptly. Allison’s aches increase, beyond what she thought was possible.
“Fucking tease,” she mutters, trying not to smile.
“You asked for it,” Remy replies.
“Ugh. I was just thinking that you look like a stripper when you’re taking your clothes off. Curiosity killed the cat, and whatever it was going after didn’t even count for that much. Jeez.”
Remy looks dissatisfied. “That’s all?” she asks suspiciously.
“Yes. Really,” Allison replies.
Without warning, she jumps up and flips Remy around, locking her into a ferocious kiss.
“I’ve had enough of this,” she pants. “We’ve been going at this for ages and we haven’t even gotten to fucking.” Without saying another word, she shuffles herself down to the level of Remy’s hips, and places one hand on each one. She sees the glistening wetness, just inviting her to enter, and accepts its beguiling temptation.
Remy groans as Allison’s tongue enters her, desperate and vicious. The best kind. Allison swiftly changes tack, launching surprise after surprise, doing as much as Remy did in minutes of teasing in several seconds. Before Remy knows it, long, long fingers are inside her, while Allison’s tongue enters her mouth, then moves down her neck and to her breasts. She feels something warm, but still wet on her thigh, and realizes Allison’s need is too great to be satiated later. Remy enters sensory overload: her lips, her breasts, her legs…but wait. All of a sudden, nothing matters but the fingers and the fireworks they’re making and the sounds that go with it as she and Allison come together, creating a sound that could only be described as…choral.