I'm sorry it took me so long - again. I am already working on the next chapter so until then, let's give the M-rating a reason.

„Hello, earth to Allison, earth to Allison. " Remy had left the hospital five minutes ago to find Cameron sitting on a bench in the bright sun – totally zoned out. She looked at her for a couple of minutes but got bored soon.

"Hadley to Cameron, helo-oh." She waved her hand in front of her girlfriend's face – nothing.

"Dr Cameron!" She yelled in her best ER-authority-tone which let the blonde blink and glance around in confusion. "Huh? What?"

"Ah there you are. I was pretty sure you must've been somewhere inside of that drooling body."

"I didn't…" she rubbed her chin. Remy giggled as she gave her leg a gentle nudge with her crutch. "I love watching you daydreaming, but I want out of these scrubs. I'm taking the rest of the day off and will be back at work tomorrow."

Cameron frowned. "Don't you wanna wait until this is better?"

"Nah. I'll be just fine. Sitting in the not-so-oval-office and doing some fancy diagnosing. So… what are we doing this afternoon?"

"YOU are going home and I am picking up my mother and entertain her until dinner."

"Shit." Remy shook her head. "I forgot. Sorry. Where is she now?"

Cameron chuckled. "At the mall."

"You are not thinking about forgetting here there, right?"

"Oooh", the blonde smirked. "Thinking about it, is totally legit."

As they arrived at the apartment building, Remy stared at the staircase in front of her.

"Do you need any help?" Allison stood beside her, offering a helpful arm.

"Geez, no. It's only one floor."

The blonde rolled her eyes at the other woman's attitude but waved her to take the lead. She had learned the hard way, that arguing with Remy wasn't worth the effort. She would just wait until Remy would call for help – and calling she would.

With gritted teeth and a death glare, but she would just give her a 'told you so'-smile. Nevertheless there was no chance she would walk the stairs first, just in case she would have to catch the stubborn brunette.

"What are you grinning at?" Remy had stopped after half of the stairs, brows furrowed in concentration, trying to bring the crutches and her legs in order.

"Oh, nothing."

She followed the older Doctor's eyes and smirked. "Checking out my ass?"

Cameron smiled cheekily at her. "Yep."

"Like what you see?"

"Definitely." She moved next to her girlfriend and gave her behind a slight slap, before she slung her arm around her body. "I think you're incredible sexy wearing scrubs." She whispered into her ear.

Remy's pupils dilated. "Would you mind, helping me up the stairs?"

"Is there somewhere you need to be anytime soon?"

Remy stole a quick kiss from Cameron and nibbled on her lower lip. "Oh yeah."

They stumbled into the apartment. The moment the door had closed behind them, the crutches fell to the floor and experienced fingers fumbled on blouse buttons. Cameron's hands moved her lover's fingers away. "Not much time." She panted between heated kisses and hissed as Remy bit down lightly on her neck.

"Exactly." She mumbled, as her tongue moved its way up her throat. "Not planning on wasting any time, arguing with you." Again she fumbled with the buttons as she pulled Allison with her towards the living room. She let herself fall onto the couch, winced at the pain in her leg, but pushed the thought of pain away at the sight of Cameron in front of her. Blouse open, only clad in a plain white bra, rosy nipples shining through the thin material, already hardening in anticipation. She pulled at her belt loops.

"C'mere." Allison moved to straddle her lap, searching her mouth for another sloppy kiss.

"Don't wanna hurt your UGH!" The rest of the sentence got lost in a deep-throated moan, as the brunette had unceremoniously pulled down the fabric of the bra without opening it and was now not very gently rubbing the full mounts in front of her. Her head fell back at this unforeseen contact and a moment later, she felt a hot pair of lips catching one nipple while one hand played with the other. Her hands grabbed Remy's shoulders to steady herself, unable to form any further complaints.

She didn't even notice the free hand undoing her jeans, but a surprised hiss left her mouth as she felt the fingers running through her wet folds. Her hips thrust down, searching for more contact, needing more contact, as her fingers searched for the hem of Remy's shirt, but the brunette shrugged her away.

"Please." Allison half whined, half moaned.

"No." Remy panted again. She moved her kisses upwards again, gently nibbling at her ear. "My way Allison. I wanna watch you coming. We'll just take off the edge now. We'll touch tonight. You can have your way tonight." She didn't wait for an answer as she slipped two fingers inside her lover, moving her other hand to Allison's hips. She leaned back and watched the blonde grinding down on her fingers, on her thumb that rubbed over her clit. Watched the slight movement of her breasts, the thin layer of sweat, glistening on her skin and the slightly open mouth, forming silent pleas and moans. Urging her lover to keep on going, wanting more.

When she felt Cameron near the edge, she thrust her hips up, forcing her fingers to dive harder, deeper into the delicious heat.

Allison fell forward grabbing the back of the couch and froze as waves of pleasure pulsed through her body, white lights blinding her eyes.

"Look at me." Remy demanded through the waves, bringing the hand on Allison's hips up to her chin, gently forcing her to face her, still thrusting her fingers and as her eyes opened to stare down at her lover, the silent scream became vocal. A mere moment later, she collapsed down on Remy, placing her head in the crook of her neck. A gentle hand rubbed small circles on her lower back. She chuckled.

"You know, that was planned quite differently."

Remy smiled smugly. "You'll think about this until we're done tonight. Feel free to plan for then. And now," She gave her behind a slap. "Get this out of here or I'll ravish you again."

Reluctantly Cameron had left the house, only after Remy had volunteered to explain her mother why exactly she was so late.

Now the brunette was sitting in the empty apartment, totally worked up and it would take hours until she would be able to get Allison into bed tonight. There was still that damn dinner coming up in three hours. She was groaning in frustration. She should've let Allison touch her, too. She had been in need to get some control of her life back, but now she was horny. And she wasn't sure if that was better or worse.

The whole day there have been people around her in either this or that way. And she had managed to keep calm. She didn't run and she almost didn't snap. Inside her head, a giant flood of sarcastic remarks had formed, but she had swallowed them down.

"We'll just take the edge off." She mimicked herself, slapping her forehead and grimacing. For a short moment, she considered helping herself, but shook that thought of quickly. That wasn't what she needed. She stood up and hobbled towards the door, to pick up the earlier neglected crutches and made her way into the bathroom, intending to take a nice, cold shower. After she got rid of her scrub pants she groaned for what felt like the hundredths time that day. She addressed a disgusted glare at her injured knee and turned on the sink's faucet with a firm yank, just to hold her head under the ice cold water. Better.