So I was just being cute with Cadley… when suddenly everyone around me told me I was writing up to them having sex. Either you're all trying to manipulate me into writing something sexy or I'm just that innocent/weird. Either way, I guess it's sort of my fault for implying it, so I've decided to go ahead with the tea.

I mean, it's not like someone threatened to put my cell phone number online if I didn't go ahead with it *awkward laugh*

If you want to skip it, it's the third scene.

"Allison?" Thirteen said, disappointed that Cameron had removed her hands from their previous place in her back pockets, but pleased with the intimate embrace they were still sharing.

"Hmm?" she hummed from her place on the brunette's shoulder, lifting her head after a moment of basking in the comfortable situation.

"How's your memory? You seem to be doing just fine," she asked, worried that they might be getting themselves into something that the other wasn't ready for yet. Not that she was impatient – well, maybe a little – but she was just curious to know where the line was.

"It's slowly returning, filling me up." She paused, realizing that wasn't much help. "It's kind of hard to explain because I don't know where one memory ends and where the other starts, but the gaps are less… gaping."

"So you remember us?" she asked, hopeful that things could return to normal.

Cameron nodded, smiling in amusement. "It really surprises me how much we hated each other at one point. I mean, I've always been surprised at how things have turned out, not just now."

"Yeah, sorry," she apologized sheepishly.

"Don't apologize, that was just you, being—"

"Overly defensive?" she finished. Cameron tilted her head disapprovingly.

"Don't be so hard on yourself."

"How could I not be? I almost missed a chance at being with you and purposely did so twice."

"Stop beating yourself up." Cameron raised her hands to cup the other woman's cheeks. She thought Thirteen was watching her pleadingly, ashamed of her previous actions. "I already told you I forgive you. How many times will I have to tell you before it gets through this thick skull of yours?" she said, smiling to take away the severity of the situation.

Thirteen returned the smile, though not in full force. Cameron exhaled, annoyed that the brunette wouldn't get the point.

"I won't go out with you like this," she stated firmly. At first Thirteen was taken aback, genuinely worried that things weren't going to work out, until she caught a glimpse of playfulness in the blonde's eyes. She still wasn't reassured however, and waited for her to finish. "If you won't believe me, then you're clearly not ready to take me out yet. We won't be able to have any fun."

"What are you proposing?" she asked, still unable to see what was worthy of Cameron's playfulness.

"We stay in," she announced cheerfully, gesturing as she took a step back. Thirteen blinked, raising an eyebrow. "We could… have coffee," she improvised. "And there's bound to be a movie on TV."

"Coffee?" Thirteen asked somewhat incredulously before straightening her back confidently. "Okay, I can do coffee."

"Are you sure?" Cameron smiled at the change in mood, glad that she was successful. "Coffee has been known to scald."

She rolled her eyes. "Bring it."

"We can't have coffee without the coffee itself," Thirteen reasoned, trying to make her way to the front door with Cameron holding her hand halfheartedly. She was entirely ready to head towards the nearest store, but the blonde was not. Cameron was somewhat persistent about staying at home to just enjoy each other's company.

"Never mind the coffee. The store's are all closed anyway. Let's have tea instead," she tried, pulling at the other woman's hand slightly. She was pleasantly surprised when Thirteen stopped walking and turned to her, looking like she was considering her request. Cameron raised her eyebrows questioningly, hopefully.

"Alright, fine," she sighed, turning to her entirely. "I remain ever powerless under your big, pleading, puppy eyes."

"Great." Cameron smiled victoriously. She pulled the taller woman closer by the hand, letting it go so she could instead wrap her arms around her neck. "What else can I make you do?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as she studied incredulous features.

Quickly recovering from the rather sudden turn in events, Thirteen slipped her own hands around Cameron's waist, letting them rest on the small of her back. "You can make me do a lot of things," she answered, suggestive smile in place. She brought herself to stand incredibly close to the other woman, their bodies molding together as they shared the air they breathed.

"Can I convince you that the past is in the past?" she whispered. She didn't give the brunette time to respond, instead leaning in the remaining space to kiss her tenderly. Thirteen had all the time in the world to prepare herself for the oncoming kiss, yet the wonderful onslaught of feelings still managed to ambush her.

Cameron lost herself in the kiss, delighted with the comfortable familiarity of the experience. So thoroughly distracted was she, that she didn't notice the way her hands slid up into brown hair or the way the hands on the small of her back snuck under her shirt. Thirteen, on the other hand, was all too aware of exactly how things seemed to be digressing, but was too deprived of her usually flawless self control to do anything about it. It would only take a little effort, a little push, to stop and think things over.

Cameron, unaware of the inner turmoil, became intoxicated by the situation and couldn't resist deepening the kiss. When tongues met Thirteen all but lost it. The warmth that ran through her veins was no longer ignorable and before she realized what was happening, they were already heading towards the bedroom.

Thirteen watched with loving interest how the younger woman beneath her managed to remain quiet, her mouth open to take in shallow gasps, eyes open and boring into hers with another kind of fascination. She continued to grind herself into the other woman steadily.

From the moment in the cafeteria, where she had been kissed out of nowhere, she had been eager to touch Cameron; to hold her in her arms and be reassured that she was still there with her. That would have been entirely unprofessional however. Excruciatingly hard as well. The girl had been nothing but playfully flirtatious and as much as she hated to admit it, it was absolutely charming.

A hot mouth latching onto her pulse point snapped her out of her thoughts, foreign arms wrapping themselves around her back and pressing her closer to the body laying beneath. It stoked the heat already burning brightly in her entire body and sent liquid fire down to her stomach. She started to move against her more persistently.

Absolutely charming. She was charming when she managed to persuade her to choose tea over coffee, charming when she forwent words and expressed herself in actions, incredibly charming and gentle when she directed her into the bedroom, and drop dead gorgeous when her eyes dilated with thoughts she was hoping to discover. Even though she had been aching for it to happen, and Cameron also seemed to want it, it completely caught her off guard.

Thirteen pulled back, catching those piercing blue eyes again before leaning down to kiss her feverishly, the kiss delicate but thorough even through their heavy breathing. It almost felt like their first time, deliberate but careful. No – she stopped moving her lips, her frenzied grinding slowing down ever so slightly – it was Allison's first time with her. In her momentary loss of control she had forgotten that there was a possibility that the blonde had no conscious memory of them being together and—

"Stop," the woman beneath her murmured, gasping silently at another precise movement of the hips, "stop thinking." With a frustrated groan at the slowed pace, she bucked her hips and rolled them over. The roles now reversed, she was free to set the pace; an unhurried but fast one. She trailed open mouthed kisses along her jaw, hoping that she was being distracting enough from whatever the brunette was thinking about. She was too far gone to know what was going on in the doctor's head, but something about their past or current situation was a good bet.

"Ah!" Thirteen clawed at her back desperately, searching for something to hold on to as she felt the waves of ecstasy lapping at her feet. It was wonderfully arousing how the older woman could go from being totally submissive to dominant.

Cameron grunted as those blunt nails pierced her skin, thankful for the desire that was dulling the pain. The brunette murmured something incoherently and this time was met with a more forceful thrust. Gasping, she managed, "Allison!"

"I think you left scratch marks," Allison muttered, trying to check out her back in vain.

"Don't overreact, I hardly did anything." Thirteen rolled her eyes playfully when the woman continued to search for any red marks. Allison, who was lying on her stomach, turned to the other woman and pouted ever so slightly.

"I can still feel it burning. How is that nothing?" She leaned her chin on a palm and watched how a skeptical eyebrow raised. Thirteen didn't respond, opting to scoot a little closer so she could inspect her back for her. Cameron bit her lower lip when she felt a hand trail down her back. Roaming eyes never really did anything for her, but she was a doctor, inspecting the injuries she caused on her naked body during rather spontaneous sex. An attractive, brunette, female doctor. She swallowed subtly, her throat having become dry all of the sudden.

Meanwhile Thirteen spotted a few pink lines just below her shoulder blades. So she had been a little too rough. It wasn't her fault that she became overwhelmed whenever the other got dominating. She lazily trailed her fingers over her back, smiling at the flinch she elicited after she passed over the injury.

"See," she said, again trying to see her injuries, with no results. Thirteen chuckled. "Is it bleeding?"

"You're such a baby," she said laughingly, earning her a dirty look. "No, it's not bleeding. You act as if I have nails to begin with." She settled onto her pillow, looking up at the blonde with loving admiration.

"You have nails," Cameron muttered, studying the other woman's eyes in an attempt to harness her libido.

"Not as long as yours though," she countered, still smiling in amusement. Honestly, Cameron could be such a breath of fresh air in the monotone of her life. Well, her life wasn't so much monotone as it was complicated and stressful, but still.

"Okay, that's it," Cameron suddenly announced.

"What? What's it?" Thirteen's eyes widened slightly when the immunologist suddenly moved, straddling her in one smooth motion. She laughed through the following struggle for dominance. Eventually it appeared that Cameron had the woman cornered as she held her wrists above her head.

"Got you now, Hadley." She smirked down at her. "Any last words?"

"That depends. Do you want me to be late for work?" she asked, raising her brows in a questioning manner. Cameron frowned as she looked over her shoulder to see what time it is.

"But it's week-hend." While she let her guard down Thirteen quickly turned them around so that she was on top, immobilizing her hands as, instead of straddling her, she let the girl's legs wrap around her waist. "Hey!" she protested, flexing her hands.

"Who has who now, Cameron?" She imitated her previous smirk, knowing exactly how nude they were and where she was pressing her hips into. Cameron grunted loudly, throwing her head back into the pillow.

"Just do the right thing," she said lamely.

"And what would that be?" Thirteen asked, curious.

"Me." She looked up at the other woman, smiling. Thirteen's bright smile dimmed as she leaned down to kiss the smirk from those cheeky lips, eagerly deepening the kiss while she released her wrists.

It was in this moment that Thirteen realized that she didn't care how, what, who or when, and simply enjoyed the now.

Thoroughly and extensively.

Amazingly, Thirteen managed to open the door with Cameron attached to her lips, chuckling and smiling in the brief pauses in between kisses. Thirteen had managed to dress herself properly, and this time even made it past the threshold with an equally dressed blonde hot in pursuit.

"I though you wanted to get some breakfast?" Thirteen asked, licking her lips as she pulled away. "Well, it's probably lunch by now," she added as an afterthought.

"What?" she asked, distracted as she held up Thirteen's wrist and looked at the time on her watch. She raised her eyebrows, surprised to find it 12:26pm. "Wow, that's—wow."

Thirteen laughed, about to comment on Cameron's pleasantly surprised expression, when they were interrupted by an all too familiar voice, "Good morning ladies."

"Good morning Mallory," Cameron responded, nodding to the elderly woman who had appeared out of nowhere. Mallory seemed to be studying them, trying to come up with another conversation opener, but Cameron quickly decided to screw subtlety and drag Thirteen outside while it was still generally okay to do so.

Thirteen turned to the older woman as she was being dragged to the end of the corridor and shrugged, muttering an exasperated, "Women."

Cameron rolled her eyes at the comment, only turning around to see what damage the brunette had done when they were at the door. Mallory was standing at exactly the same spot, petrified at whatever conclusion she had come to.

Once outside, she noticed the amused grin Thirteen was sporting and couldn't help but smile as well. "Couldn't help yourself, could you?" she asked.

"Whatever are you talking about?" Thirteen evaded, still grinning as she started to walk towards their next destination. After another moment of resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Cameron caught up with her.

THE END

I think. I'm not sure. Is this a good ending? And don't say no just because you want to see this continue xD

CdnGirl01; Okay, I finished the story. It should be alright like this, I hope. I'm sure everyone agrees it's a real shame that they didn't make it out of the apartment xD And thanks for the suggestion on Mallory, I think it worked out great.

Bloo; Well, you can come back down into the gutter again, it's kind of nice here xD Oh, and I listened to the song you mentioned, but it didn't work out for me, unfortunately. Maria Mena was a better source of inspiration.

Ps. *100th review dance*