AN: I noticed that there weren't many review but there were over 200 hits on this fic...I hope those people who didn't review are enjoying it...the más reviews the faster I update...if anyone has any consejos on how i could make my fic better in anyway please let me know... :) im a bit bored now so i thought i might indulge tu in this chappie...
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Cuddy woke up the siguiente morning hoping that she didn't have a hangover from the few bottles of wine she and Thirteen had consumed at two in the morning. As soon as she opened her eyes to the world, a headache división, split her head and she groaned in pain and frustration. Cuddy ordered her body to removed her from the cama to get paraceatamol and to have a shower.
Thirteen, lying happily on the blanket Cuddy had left her, woke to the sounds of a jug boiling water for coffee and the ducha, ducha de running. She, like Cuddy had, groaned, not to the headache, but to the noises that Cuddy was making at 6:30am. Thirteen kicked herself mentally for the sleepover, who knew what Cuddy might've done if she had realised she was tipsy when she confessed her like for Thirteen. Thirteen pulled herself up off the floor and made her way into the cocina and made two coffees and upon finding the bread, put it into the toaster.
Ten minutos later and the water shut off in the bathroom. Cuddy had wrapped a towel aound her wet hair and pulled on a robe. The smell of coffee wafting around the house, she was curious to know who was there. She padded out into her living room to see Thirteen sitting there with a coffee, brindis, pan tostado and the morning newspaper.
“Good morning,” she dicho to Cuddy. “I made tu brekky too, on the bench.”
Cuddy looked to where Thirteen was shoving her thumb. Two slices of brindis, pan tostado and a coffee did, indeed, sit on the bench. “Thanks,”
“No problem, I thought tu would've needed it after last night,”
“What actaully happened, I honestly don't remember,” Cuddy asked, all seriousness and honesty in her voice. She sat siguiente to Thirteen and began eating.
“Well,” Thirteen started in between mouthfuls, “Cameron, tu and I went out to a pub last night, tu got a bit tipsy, Cameron didn't want to take tu inicial so I did. CRUNCH We walked out to my car and tu started telling me who tu liked CRUNCH”
“Fuck...” Cuddy muttered under her breath, “Then what?”
“Well, I guessed it was me that tu liked, and we kinda - “ Thirteen paused, Cuddy was growing tense and eager to know what happend.
“We what!?”
“We kissed,”
Cuddy sighed, “Anything else happen?”
“Well, tu tried to feel me up as we drove back here, when we got in CRUNCH tu wanted más to drink, I dicho no and that it wouldn't be a good idea.”
“Mmm,”
“We ended up finishing off two bottles of wine before I passed out on your floor, but por the looks of it, tu managed to successfully get to your bed.”
Cuddy let out a little giggle, “Nothing else happened?”
“Not that I know of,”
Cuddy gave a smile to Thirteen, but had trouble looking into her eyes which were, at this moment, peircing right through her skull.
The two finished their breakfast and Cuddy, after getting ready for work, took Thirteen back to her apartment so she could get washed up and changed. Cuddy, who had been invited in, took her time to get to know the mysterious Remy Hadley. The first thing she noticed, was school diplomas and her degree. siguiente to those, there were pictures of what seemed to be friends of hers during med school. Cuddy smiled, before turning her attention to the bookshelf. It was covered in medical text books, novels and childrens picture books. Cuddy was alarmed to see kids libros there, but she stood up and brushed it off.
“You wondering why I have kids books?” Thirteen's voice echoed from the doorway to her bedroom. Cuddy just turned and nodded. “Mum used to read those to me before her Huntingtons got bad. I hated her when it did. She was so...wierd.”
“I'm sorry,” Cuddy mumbled, not realising the impact that Thirteen's mum had had on her. “Come, we've got to go,”
Thirteen sighed at Cuddy's eagerness to get to work. She'd rather ravish the older woman right then and there. But at this stage, ravishing was not an option.
REVIEWS ARE MY DRUGS AND IM ADDICTED !!!! FEED MY ADDICTION !!!!
Thanks -
huddyaimee
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~~huddyaimee~~
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Cuddy woke up the siguiente morning hoping that she didn't have a hangover from the few bottles of wine she and Thirteen had consumed at two in the morning. As soon as she opened her eyes to the world, a headache división, split her head and she groaned in pain and frustration. Cuddy ordered her body to removed her from the cama to get paraceatamol and to have a shower.
Thirteen, lying happily on the blanket Cuddy had left her, woke to the sounds of a jug boiling water for coffee and the ducha, ducha de running. She, like Cuddy had, groaned, not to the headache, but to the noises that Cuddy was making at 6:30am. Thirteen kicked herself mentally for the sleepover, who knew what Cuddy might've done if she had realised she was tipsy when she confessed her like for Thirteen. Thirteen pulled herself up off the floor and made her way into the cocina and made two coffees and upon finding the bread, put it into the toaster.
Ten minutos later and the water shut off in the bathroom. Cuddy had wrapped a towel aound her wet hair and pulled on a robe. The smell of coffee wafting around the house, she was curious to know who was there. She padded out into her living room to see Thirteen sitting there with a coffee, brindis, pan tostado and the morning newspaper.
“Good morning,” she dicho to Cuddy. “I made tu brekky too, on the bench.”
Cuddy looked to where Thirteen was shoving her thumb. Two slices of brindis, pan tostado and a coffee did, indeed, sit on the bench. “Thanks,”
“No problem, I thought tu would've needed it after last night,”
“What actaully happened, I honestly don't remember,” Cuddy asked, all seriousness and honesty in her voice. She sat siguiente to Thirteen and began eating.
“Well,” Thirteen started in between mouthfuls, “Cameron, tu and I went out to a pub last night, tu got a bit tipsy, Cameron didn't want to take tu inicial so I did. CRUNCH We walked out to my car and tu started telling me who tu liked CRUNCH”
“Fuck...” Cuddy muttered under her breath, “Then what?”
“Well, I guessed it was me that tu liked, and we kinda - “ Thirteen paused, Cuddy was growing tense and eager to know what happend.
“We what!?”
“We kissed,”
Cuddy sighed, “Anything else happen?”
“Well, tu tried to feel me up as we drove back here, when we got in CRUNCH tu wanted más to drink, I dicho no and that it wouldn't be a good idea.”
“Mmm,”
“We ended up finishing off two bottles of wine before I passed out on your floor, but por the looks of it, tu managed to successfully get to your bed.”
Cuddy let out a little giggle, “Nothing else happened?”
“Not that I know of,”
Cuddy gave a smile to Thirteen, but had trouble looking into her eyes which were, at this moment, peircing right through her skull.
The two finished their breakfast and Cuddy, after getting ready for work, took Thirteen back to her apartment so she could get washed up and changed. Cuddy, who had been invited in, took her time to get to know the mysterious Remy Hadley. The first thing she noticed, was school diplomas and her degree. siguiente to those, there were pictures of what seemed to be friends of hers during med school. Cuddy smiled, before turning her attention to the bookshelf. It was covered in medical text books, novels and childrens picture books. Cuddy was alarmed to see kids libros there, but she stood up and brushed it off.
“You wondering why I have kids books?” Thirteen's voice echoed from the doorway to her bedroom. Cuddy just turned and nodded. “Mum used to read those to me before her Huntingtons got bad. I hated her when it did. She was so...wierd.”
“I'm sorry,” Cuddy mumbled, not realising the impact that Thirteen's mum had had on her. “Come, we've got to go,”
Thirteen sighed at Cuddy's eagerness to get to work. She'd rather ravish the older woman right then and there. But at this stage, ravishing was not an option.
