I know it's a little late for New Year story, but here's mine. I admit it has nothing to do with the initial holiday, but ya'll know how it is. =D
This is AU story. The two of them live together, and probably have been dating for sometime.
Dark with darks, whites with whites, Remy mentally repeated over and over again. Her wardrobe generally consisted of dark materials. Her colleagues assumed it was because she was depressed. In reality, lighter colors never appealed to her (plus the color black added to her elusiveness). Now she sat in the laundry room separating lavender shirts, red panties, and khaki slacks. Never had she thought she'd be doing someone else's laundry. Let alone have that person be Allison Cameron.
"Ally," whined the brunette.
"Yeah?" replied the blonde from somewhere. But instead of hearing the proper conjugation of nouns and verbs she heard a string of consonants. Laughing, Allison made her way to the laundry room. "What'd you say?"
"Where does this go?" Remy Hadley groaned as she indignantly lifted a zebra print bra in the air.
"You're serious?" The older doctor raised an eye brow.
Sighing, she pointed at the two different piles inhabiting the laundry room. "You told me whites with whites and darks with darks! But this?! It's black and white!"
Amused, Allison crossed her arms.
"You've done laundry before," she reminded her girlfriend.
Closing her eyes, Remy fell backward into the dark pile. "Yeah, but my clothes don't define the whole color spectrum." Remy released a guttural groan.
Cameron walked over and knelt down till her face was inches from the younger doctor. She watched as the woman below her slowly opened her eye.
Allison loved Remy's eyes. They reminded her of sandy blue beach glass. Clear and smooth. But her favorite thing about Remy's eyes was when she opened her eyes. Every time they looked at Allison they were full of adoration and attraction. The intensity always took her breath away.
"Hey," said the blonde softly, mesmerized by the passion she saw there.
"Hmph," grunted Remy as she reached out and rubbed a strand of gold.
With a chuckle Allison leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Want some help?" Nodding like a child, Hadley pulled the blonde down for a kiss. Gently, their lips synchronized into their familiar dance. But as the taller woman tried to coax the other woman's mouth open, Cameron pulled away. "Work first, and maybe if you're good you can negotiate for a kiss or two."
"Or you could just kiss me now?" The brunette smirked.
"Nope, I am mad at you." Remy gave her a bemused look. Cameron straightened into a sitting position. "Gretchen was about to admit something important to Claire, and you!" She pointed a reprimanding finger at her girlfriend, "Forced me to miss it. I was afraid you'd fainted or went in cardiac arrest."
Remy pushed herself onto her elbows.
"So you won't kiss me because I distracted you from late night television?" She watched as Allison's lips twitched into a grin.
"Well it's only 7, but yeah, that about sums it up." Allison radiated smugness.
"Don't be difficult, it's not like they won't have reruns." Remy unsuccessfully tried to coax another kiss from the woman. "Ally, don't be like this, if you really want to see it I'll ask Kutner to download it for you." Again she tried to pull her down for a kiss and still she got nothing.
"You'll have to do better than that; my love don't come easy."
"Last night begs to differ…" mumbled Remy as she started putting the darks in the washing machine.
"What was that?" Allison indignantly crossed her arms.
"Nothing."
The brunette shrugged and waved her girlfriend away, continuing to load the dirty clothes.
Pushing Cameron further into the couch Remy leaned down to capture her lips. "Shouldn't you be checking on the laundry?" Allison breathed out between kisses.
"No," kiss, "not important," kiss, "want you."
Laughing, Allison playfully pushed the woman straddling her. "Oh, get off."
Remy moved her face downward, burying herself in the other woman's chest.
"I was trying to," came the muffled reply of her girlfriend.
"I heard that."
Lifting her head so their noses were touching, she grinned.
"Really? There's so much cushion down there, I thought it was soundproof."
And with a yelp Hadley found herself flat on the floor, staring back at a pair of amused blue eyes.
"You were saying?" Allison smiled sweetly, but her eyes had a dangerous gleam. Remy knew that smile. To the untrained eye that smile guaranteed sweet kisses and mind blowing sex, but Remy was no novice and she knew how deceiving that look could be. Her memory drifted back to the first time she made a pedantic comment, and involuntarily shuddered. If she wanted naked fun from her girlfriend, she knew the drill.
"That I love you, and would be more than happy to check on the laundry."
Rolling over, Remy pushed herself off the floor and meandered out of the room.
"Thata girl." The blonde smirked as she leered at the other woman.
Out of the corner of her eye, Remy watched as Allison entered the room. She watched as the woman gracefully hopped onto the dryer.
"Can I help you?" Allison shook her head and leaned backwards onto her palms. "Your legs are blocking the door."
This time when Allison smiled she parted her lips flashing her white teeth.
"When did you become so observant?" Remy had a retort on the tip of her tongue, but when she opened her mouth all the moisture in her mouth evaporated. Allison had slowly spread her legs till they rested on either side of the dryer. Allison watched happily as her girlfriend's eyes violated her. "It's all yours."
"Wha-what?" stuttered the usually poised doctor.
"The dryer, what did you think I meant?"
Taking a deep breath, Remy forced the little saliva in her mouth down her throat so she could respond.
"Nothing, nothing," croaked the doctor as she slowly opened door to the dryer, careful not the hit Allison's leg.
Now the dilemma. Once Remy bent down to put clothes in the dryer her face would be directly in between her girlfriend's legs. Allison's heavenly legs and smooth thighs; Remy swallowed, and took two calming breaths.
"You're wet," commented Allison.
Remy choked on her own salvia, and she nearly dropped the wet clothes she was holding.
"Huh?" Allison's relentless teasing had forced the normally educated doctor into a mass of tense (and slightly horny) nerves.
Allison internally laughed. She knew once Remy switched to monosyllabic responses, she was gone. "The clothes you're holding, they're soaking into your shirt."
"Oh."
"You better put them in the dryer."
The look in Allison's blue eyes were that of a predator. And Remy wanted nothing more than to release the beast.
"Right." Two could play that game.
As Remy leaned down to toss the wet clothes in the dryer, she smirked when Allison stiffened. Slowly she rose and pressed her midsection into the other woman's center. Allison gasped, but Remy ignored her. "Scuse me," she said as she turned on the dryer.
"Oh god," Allison moaned as she felt the combination of Remy's abdomen and the vibration of the dryer rub against her.
Remy had planned to say a cheeky comment about something else getting her shirt wet, but when she opened her mouth, she was engaged in a sloppy kiss. Before she knew it her shirt was being tugged off. Still the kiss continued. There was no finesse like their earlier exchanges, but it definitely didn't lack passion.
Slowly, Remy caressed the inner thigh of her girlfriend. She felt the blonde buck her hips desperately, trying to cause some friction. Remy held fast. After the torture Allison had been putting her through, it wasn't likely she'd get what she wanted anytime soon.
"Keep your hands here," Remy ordered as she placed Allison's hands on her head.
Biting her lower lip, Allison nodded. She didn't trust herself to speak. The only thing she wanted was Remy, but since she'd mercilessly teased the other doctor earlier, she doubted Remy would give her what she wanted. So gripping her own hair, she watched her lover.
At a tantalizing place Remy removed Allison's clothes. Remy dragged her shirt upward, barely grazing her burning skin. She moved her hands briefly, but once the shirt was off, she quickly put her hands back on her head.
"Someone was in a naughty mood today." Remy nodded towards Allison's red bra. "You can take that off." The blonde practically ripped off the material. Leaving herself 50% naked, 50% more teased, and 100% ready for her girlfriend.
"Naked. Now?" pleaded a very sweaty, very aroused Cameron.
Remy felt herself grin in victory. She could have prolonged the process, but she knew her girlfriend (and herself) was more than ready to proceed.
"Well if you insist." And with that Remy pulled her girlfriend's pants and panties off in one swift motion and tossed them somewhere. Allison's scent overpowered the laundry soap. Remy heard a guttural moan, not realizing it was coming from her. She was on auto pilot; her mind had one goal, Allison Cameron. Inhaling deeply, Remy leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh. She felt Allison's hands slowly intertwine in her hair. "What did I say about your hands?" Remy murmured into Allison's slick thigh.
"Babe," she moaned when she felt Remy's hot breath on her skin. "Please…" Allison had never had a near death experience, but with her girlfriend's consistent teasing and the rapid vibrations of the dyer she was sure it'd feel something like this.
Blowing a steady stream of air into her girlfriend Remy relented. "Alright," Murmured the brunette.
Hooking one of her girlfriend's legs over her shoulder, Remy set to work. First she started with slow, languid licks, tasting the copious amount of liquid passion. But soon her need took over, and she could no longer savor.
"Why are you stopping?" Allison hissed angrily. She was close, and Remy wouldn't let her come.
"Keep your pants on…" Remy laughed at the irony as Allison tried to kill her with a glare. "Or don't. I am just stretching my neck give me a sec."
The hands in Remy's hair tighten.
"I love you, but if I don't come within the next few minutes, you'll be one girlfriend short."
A steady grin spread from ear to ear at Allison's words.
"Yes ma'am."
And with that Remy pressed two fingers inside Allison. Unprepared for the sudden penetration, Allison moaned with pleasure. When her fingers were slick enough, she began to slowly move them in and out of her girlfriend.
"Oh. Oh. Oh." Allison said with every thrust from Remy. She could feel her orgasm approaching fast. "Re-Rem-ohgod…I-i-i…" The blonde never had the chance to finish her broken sentence, because once Remy heard the need in Allison's voice she bent down and grazed her teeth on the bundle of tense nerves.
With the combination of heated metal and her girlfriend's talented tongue and fingers Allison came. She let out a strangled cry mixed with moans. When she finally came down from her high she felt the dryer stop moving. With fascination she watched as her lover eased her fingers out from her and slipped them into her own mouth.
"Wow, Al." Remy stood up and tenderly lifted the blonde into her arms. "I forgot how good you taste."
"Shut up," Allison muttered sleepily.
Remy laughed and carried her exhausted lover to their bed. Pulling back the covers, she laid the blonde down softly and kissed her forehead.
"Stay," whispered the tired blonde.
"I wasn't going anywhere." Stripping the rest of her clothes, Remy laid down and pulled the shorter woman close with a hand on her breasts. "Ally?" Remy asked with an amused grin.
"Hmm?"
"You never told me what pile your black and white bra goes in."
Allison pulled Remy's arm tighter around her waist. Turning around, she nuzzled the other woman's chest lovingly.
"Guess we'll find out tomorrow," Allison said in Remy's chest.
Remy laughed and kissed the top of her head
"I can't wait."
Horray! It's done! This was inspired by one my sister's magazines. Seriously, you can't leave a magazine on the table that says 25 Red Hot Sex Tips and not expect a hormonal girl not to read it. One of my buddy's said I should make a part two. What do you guys think?