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She tried another club.

Cameron was teasing her. Getting her all worked up with her little hands and talented lips. Gorgeous lips.

She'd stopped taking strangers home every night, since Cameron had said no to her the second time, and she wasn't sure why.

She nearly screamed when she saw Cameron on the dance floor already, with some tall dark haired guy with a shirt on that was so tight she could make out the thatch of hair on his chest. She laughed to herself, downing a shot of vodka, these past few weeks, this whole situation was hilarious. She was almost chasing after the blonde doctor she realised, twisting and turning through the dancers to get to her.

Cameron smiled at her, and Thirteen took her hand, pulling her hard to her body. She kissed the blonde, hands in her hair, and hips pressed together. She tired to convince her with her lips and tongue to come home with her tonight. She didn't want to be alone and she didn't want anyone else. It was surreal, she knew more about this woman's mouth, than she did about her, but with every slide of tongues and wet lips, she wanted more. Cameron was driving her fucking insane.

"Please come home with me?" she asked, trying to keep the drunken pleading from her voice. Cameron wrapped her arms around Thirteen, resting them on her shoulders and swaying against her to the music.

"You slept with Rachel," she said in Thirteen's ear.

"No," she protested.

"She told me you took her home."

"That's all I did," Thirteen said. "I promise."

She sounded pathetic, she knew it, speaking slowly in Cameron's ear over the music. She just wanted this woman, badly. Now.

"Why didn't you have sex with her?" Cameron said, her voice all sultry and sexy, causing a shiver to run through Thirteen.

"I want you," she said.

"I know." Cameron smiled and kissed her again, hands delving into brown hair. Thirteen moaned into her mouth, the people dancing around them, bumping into them. They were the only thing keeping Thirteen grounded, and aware of where they were. The only thing keeping her from running her lips down Cameron's neck, or mouthing her breasts through her top.

"I don't want to be another pretty distraction from your condition."

"You won't be!" she said, "I just...what do you want?"

"I don't know," she confessed.

"Then come home with me."

Cameron frowned, kissing her again.

"No," she said.

Thirteen sighed, resting her forehead against the blonde's, their lower bodies still moving to the music.

"Okay," she said.

"Okay?"

"Yeah," Thirteen said, making Cameron smile. "Do you want a drink?"

"Sure. Something with vodka in it."

她试了另一家夜总会。

Cameron 在调戏她，她想。用她的玉手和富有技巧的唇让她紧张。

那绚丽的唇。

而自从Cameron第二次对她说不，她便停止了每晚往家里带陌生人过夜，但她并不确定原因。

当她发现Cameron已经在舞池中和一个穿着紧身衬衫连胸毛都可以看见的黑发男人在一起的时候，她差点尖叫出来。她对自己笑笑，喝了一口伏特加，最近这几周，情势一直很愉悦。她发现自己几乎是在追逐金发的医生，在舞者之间蜿蜒闪避以接近她。

Cameron对她笑了笑，然后Thirteen拉起她的手，把她用力拉近自己的身体。她把手放进她的头发里，将下身紧挨在一起，吻了那金发的女子。她试图用自己的唇舌来说服她今晚同她回家。她不想再一个人，也不想再要其他人。这感觉很离奇，比起她对自己做的事，她对这女子的口里更加熟悉，然而每一次唇舌的滑动，都让她更想得到这个女子。Cameron 快要把她逼疯了。

“请跟我回家？”她问，试图让喝醉的人从她的声音里听出诚恳。

Cameron用手臂环住了Thirteen，把它们放在她的肩膀上，在她背后随着音乐挥舞。

“你和Rechel睡了。” 她对着Thirteen的耳朵说。

“没有。”她提出异议。

“她告诉我你带她回家了。”

“那就是我干的全部的事了。”Thirteen说。“我保证。”

她知道她听起来有些悲哀，缓缓地对着Cameron的耳朵说，盖过音乐。她就想要这个女人，非常想要。现在就要。

“为什么你没有和她做爱？”Cameron 说，她的声音风骚而性感，引得Thirteen轻颤一阵。

“我想要你。”她说。

“我知道。”Cameron微笑着再一次吻了她，手伸入她的褐发。Thirteen的呻吟进了她的嘴里，人们在她们周围跳舞，偶尔撞入两人之间。他们是唯一让Thirteen脚踏实地，让她意识到自己所在的东西，也是唯一的让她不去吻Cameron的脖子，或隔着她的上衣啃咬她的胸部的东西。

“我不想成为一个又一个让你从自己的病情分心的尤物。”

“你不会的！”她说，“我只是……你想要怎样呢？”

“我不知道。”她坦白。

“那就跟我回家。”

Cameron 皱眉，然后再一次吻了她。

“不。”她说。

Thirteen叹了口气，把自己的额头抵在金发女子身上，她们的下身依然随着音乐扭动。

“好吧。”她说。

“好吧？”

“是啊。”Thirteen 说，Cameron听了又笑了笑。“你要什么喝的吗？”

“当然，任何含伏特加的东西。”