"Thirteen" Drabbles
Title: It's Been a While
Pairing:Thirteen/Foreman (Post "Lucky Thirteen")
Rating: R
Summary: It's been a while since she's been with a man
Wordcount: 157
It’s been a long time since she’s been with a man.
She’s grown used to long, thin fingers curling up inside of her, clit, arching up against another woman’s soft skin. The sudden filling is overwhelming and strangely uncomfortable, she stills for a moment to adjust.
“You ok?” He grunts, pausing in his movement.
She nods soundlessly and rolls her hips up to meet his, smiling seductively at his sudden gasp. She trails her fingers over his dark, chocolate skin and marvels at how unrestrained he is, the polar opposite of his “work-self”. She feels a slow burn in her abdomen and her knees tremble, locked tightly around his waist.
She wakes up with a start and is surprised to find her pyjama bottoms in a crumpled heap next to her bed, her dextrous fingers resting between her thighs. She brings herself to quick climax and as she lies there she remarks,
“Well, that was different.”
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Title: First
Pairing: Thirteen/OFC
Rating: Light R
Summary: Her first time was with a girl.
Wordcount: 109
Her first time was with a seventeen year old brunette named Liz.
She wore glasses, had her curly hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and smelled of strawberry lip gloss and spearmint gum. She could have sworn she loved her.
Their heads bumped together and hands stilled awkwardly, making for uncomfortable pauses that took a moment to recover from, but in the end she arched up into her hand, trembling, and her virginity was lost.
They didn’t speak to each other after that and the next time she acknowledged her existence was at the high school prom, when they both had an attractive male hanging off their arms.
Title: The Perfect Key
Pairing: Thirteen/OFC
Rating: PG
Summary: There are lots of things that people don't know about her
Wordcount: 141
Her long, thin fingers danced over the black and white keys, coaxing out a solemn tune that filled her apartment with a sense of sadness. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, letting the music wash over her and fill her emptiness.
She couldn’t remember how long she’d been using music as an outlet, a therapy of sorts. A long time.
Her hands stilled on the keys as she forgot the ending to the piece, soundlessly moving over different ivories in an attempt to find the right one. She startled as a warm body slid next to her on the bench and blonde hair skimmed her shoulder as the woman breathed,
“I didn’t know you knew how to play.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know.” She said, resuming the melody as her fingers found the perfect key.
Title: Broken
Pairing: None, Thirteen-centric
Rating: PG
Summary: She's the girl who's broken
Wordcount: 118
Her mother died when she was fifteen years old.
From then on she’d been known as “broken”, the girl with baggage. No one wanted to touch her, no one wanted to know her. They pretended to be sympathetic and pretended to understand but she was always alone on Saturday night, watching her father as he sat at the table reviewing cases.
She skipped the last year of high school and moved on to university, medical school, hospitals, where no one had to know her history. When House brought it up, in front of all her colleagues, she wanted to kill him.
All of a sudden, she was that broken girl again. The one that everyone pretended to like.
Title: Emptiness
Pairing: Thirteen/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She hated her OB rotation
Wordcount: 151
She saw her first birth during her first week as an intern. Unlike the others who had marvelled at the miracle of life, she’d been disgusted. If that was a miracle she wanted nothing to do with it, it was a vomiting, defecating, screaming, bleeding mess. She hated it.
The day she looked down at the thin white stick and saw that pink plus sign the images of the first labour she’d seen came screaming back. They were accompanied with images of her inability to take care of a child, being institutionalized as her disease slowly stole her mind and of passing on her disastrous genes to a kid.
She booked an appointment to terminate but she woke up three days later, cramping and bleeding. She sat curled over the toilet for a couple hours and felt as though she should be happy. She didn't.
All she felt was empty.
Pairing:Thirteen/Foreman (Post "Lucky Thirteen")
Rating: R
Summary: It's been a while since she's been with a man
Wordcount: 157
It’s been a long time since she’s been with a man.
She’s grown used to long, thin fingers curling up inside of her, clit, arching up against another woman’s soft skin. The sudden filling is overwhelming and strangely uncomfortable, she stills for a moment to adjust.
“You ok?” He grunts, pausing in his movement.
She nods soundlessly and rolls her hips up to meet his, smiling seductively at his sudden gasp. She trails her fingers over his dark, chocolate skin and marvels at how unrestrained he is, the polar opposite of his “work-self”. She feels a slow burn in her abdomen and her knees tremble, locked tightly around his waist.
She wakes up with a start and is surprised to find her pyjama bottoms in a crumpled heap next to her bed, her dextrous fingers resting between her thighs. She brings herself to quick climax and as she lies there she remarks,
“Well, that was different.”
Type your cut contents here.
Title: First
Pairing: Thirteen/OFC
Rating: Light R
Summary: Her first time was with a girl.
Wordcount: 109
Her first time was with a seventeen year old brunette named Liz.
She wore glasses, had her curly hair pulled back into a messy ponytail and smelled of strawberry lip gloss and spearmint gum. She could have sworn she loved her.
Their heads bumped together and hands stilled awkwardly, making for uncomfortable pauses that took a moment to recover from, but in the end she arched up into her hand, trembling, and her virginity was lost.
They didn’t speak to each other after that and the next time she acknowledged her existence was at the high school prom, when they both had an attractive male hanging off their arms.
Title: The Perfect Key
Pairing: Thirteen/OFC
Rating: PG
Summary: There are lots of things that people don't know about her
Wordcount: 141
Her long, thin fingers danced over the black and white keys, coaxing out a solemn tune that filled her apartment with a sense of sadness. She closed her eyes and tilted her head, letting the music wash over her and fill her emptiness.
She couldn’t remember how long she’d been using music as an outlet, a therapy of sorts. A long time.
Her hands stilled on the keys as she forgot the ending to the piece, soundlessly moving over different ivories in an attempt to find the right one. She startled as a warm body slid next to her on the bench and blonde hair skimmed her shoulder as the woman breathed,
“I didn’t know you knew how to play.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t know.” She said, resuming the melody as her fingers found the perfect key.
Title: Broken
Pairing: None, Thirteen-centric
Rating: PG
Summary: She's the girl who's broken
Wordcount: 118
Her mother died when she was fifteen years old.
From then on she’d been known as “broken”, the girl with baggage. No one wanted to touch her, no one wanted to know her. They pretended to be sympathetic and pretended to understand but she was always alone on Saturday night, watching her father as he sat at the table reviewing cases.
She skipped the last year of high school and moved on to university, medical school, hospitals, where no one had to know her history. When House brought it up, in front of all her colleagues, she wanted to kill him.
All of a sudden, she was that broken girl again. The one that everyone pretended to like.
Title: Emptiness
Pairing: Thirteen/OFC
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She hated her OB rotation
Wordcount: 151
She saw her first birth during her first week as an intern. Unlike the others who had marvelled at the miracle of life, she’d been disgusted. If that was a miracle she wanted nothing to do with it, it was a vomiting, defecating, screaming, bleeding mess. She hated it.
The day she looked down at the thin white stick and saw that pink plus sign the images of the first labour she’d seen came screaming back. They were accompanied with images of her inability to take care of a child, being institutionalized as her disease slowly stole her mind and of passing on her disastrous genes to a kid.
She booked an appointment to terminate but she woke up three days later, cramping and bleeding. She sat curled over the toilet for a couple hours and felt as though she should be happy. She didn't.
All she felt was empty.