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Remy had crawled over to Cameron by the time she had managed to sit up. “That creepy fuck…” Remy shook her head, pushing her emotions aside for the time, opting to examine her girlfriends head instead. “Are you okay?” She asked seriously, “God, we have to get out of here Cam.”

Allison nodded, just slightly, trying not to inflict more pain in her head. “I’m fine…” she trailed off, trying her hardest to think about what had happened post her kicking down the door. “O-oh my god-” She could see it her in mind now; The creepy manager guy, with his hands, and whatever else, all over Thirteen. “What did he do to you?” Tears started to—once again—fall from Allison’s eyes, and the thought of him doing that to her girlfriend, made the blonde want to throw up. 

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Remy rubbed viciously at her eyes, hoping it would all just disappear. If she wished hard enough, maybe it would. It couldn’t be real. None of this could be real.

After the psycho that had trapped them in the motel had left the room, Remy had slowly regained her sense of surroundings, and crawled over the the end of the bed. Resting her back against the mattress, and wrapping her arms tightly around her knees, the young doctor stared blankly into space. After seemingly forever, but realistically not any more than thirty minuets, a sudden movement out of the corner of the brunette’s eye caught her attention.

At first she didn’t move, too scared that it was just her mind playing a trick on her, however when she saw the movement again, this time more obvious, her heart rate increased ten fold. “Cam…” She barely whispered, the entire situation as a whole completely surreal.

Allison’s eyes opened slowly, flickering, as they tried to adjust the sudden light. There was a sharp pain radiating through the blonde’s head, and she winced, as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. Her memory was a little groggy; she knew where she was, and somewhat what was happening, but the last thing she remembers, is kicking down the door. “Rem?” Allison voice was rough. “Wha-what happened?” She asked, watching as the seemingly terrified younger woman, moved toward her.  

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Thirteen laid on they bed, staring up at the ceiling for minutes on end waiting for her heart beat to slow and her breathing to return to normal.After quite some time of cooling down, Remy leaned over to the blonde and kissed her lovingly, tasting herself on the older woman’s tongue. “I love you babe,” she whispered before resting her head on Allison’s chest, listening carefully to her fluttering heartbeat.

Allison felt butterflies in her stomach, as Thirteen spoke. “I love you, too.” She smiled to herself and she cuddled her girlfriend—holding her close. The blonde looked around the semi-dark motel room, before pulling the sheets over the two of them. She was starting to notice the creepy vibe in the room again, she didn’t know if she was just paranoid. Something just didn’t seem right. 

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Remy rolled her eyes, happy when the blonde didn’t actually make her beg for it…this time. After barely even a minute of Allie’s expert oral skills, the brunette was gasping for air. She was on the very edge, however every time she began to tip over, the blonde seemed to pull back every so slightly. “fuck fuck FUCK!” She screamed out over her other incoherent mumbles.  Remy snaked a hand into Allison’s hair, doing all she could to hold her to her sex, while her other hand came up to tease her painfully hard nipples. “Allison…” She breathed out as her body went rigid. 

Allison loved the sound of Thirteen’s screams, almost as much as she enjoyed hearing the brunette breathe her name in a moment of sheer pleasure. The blonde could tell how close her girlfriend was so the edge… again, and this time she decided to give in; she curled her tongue up, hitting Thirteen’s sweet spot, and as Thirteen started the tremble, Allison gripped the brunette’s ass tightly, her nails biting into the skin, as she tried to hold her at the peek of her climax as long as possible—before lapping up her girlfriend’s sweet juices and moving to the bed beside her. 

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Thirteen had to admit- she had been imagining this the entire car ride while Allison was sleeping- so it was no wonder she was disgustingly wet at this point. She moaned and bucked at the blonde’s hand, desperate for more. For her mouth to be on her. For her fingers to be inside of her. For her to make her come so hard that she explodes into a million little pieces. “Please…” 

Allison couldn’t help but smirk against Thirteen’s skin, before looking up into the brunette’s eyes with an evil glint. “Please, what? …What do you want, baby? Tell me.” she teased, before fixing herself between her lover’s legs. Allison ran her tongue the length of Thirteen sex, before lightly sucking and rolling the brunette’s clit between her teeth. After a moment of concentrating on teasing Thirteen, the blonde gripped her ass tightly, lifting her from the bed to gain better access; before pushing her tongue deep inside Thirteen. Her tongue darted in and out, gaining speed slowly, as well as curling, twisting, every possible way she knew that would send Thirteen wild. 

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Thirteen continued pumping into her hard and faster, She crooked her fingers buried deep within Allison’s sex, causing a sharp pleasured scream out of the woman, followed by a much needed release. 

Thirteen collapsed next to the blonde after lapping up every last drop of her sweet juices, savoring the taste on her lips. Her arm was lazily thrown over the blonde as they both took a moment to regain their breathes. “Didn’t know you were such a screamer,” Remy laughed, placing a small kiss to Allie’s cheek. “It’s kinda hot.”

Allison breathed heavy, as she tried to come down from such a intense climax. “Oh god, shush.” The blonde laughed a little, blushing as she lazily nuzzled into Thirteen’s neck, hiding her face. After a moment of trying to pull herself together, Allison—still laying next to Thirteen—started to nip and kiss down her girlfriends collar bone. Her hand moved to cup Thirteen’s sex, and she slowly started to rub circles with the sensitive nub. Teasing the brunette.  

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Loving how vocal Allison was all of a sudden being, Remy thought it might be fun to try at test how far she could push her. She latched on to her clit, rolling the hard nub between her teeth and giving it a few short flicks with the tip of her tongue. Her hand which had previously been resting on the blonde’s inner thigh was now quickly thrusting two fingers into her slick velvety entrance. She could feel Allison clench around her almost immediately. 

Remy looked up to gawked at the beautiful sight of Allie arching of of the mattress, a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. For all she cared, they could spend their entire vacation in this little motel. Just like this. 

Allison gasped, a loud moan following, as she felt Thirteen’s teeth and tongue work against her most sensitive spot. “Fu-” Her breath hitched, as the brunette drove two fingers inside her, and she instantly tightened herself around the two digits. Her back arched, and her head fell back. Allison wasn’t used to just letting go, she was usually so concerned with keeping quiet, that she’d never felt anything like this, with Thirteen before. The blonde tightened her grip on Thirteen’s hair, her moans turned into screams—she was so close.

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The brunette groan at the light friction between her legs. “Yes ma’am!” She half mocked, quickly flipping their positions. She wasted no time in trailing hot kisses down and over her chest, nipping and placing a few spare flicks of her tongue every here and there. As Remy moved herself down her girlfriends body, she only grew wetter hearing Allison’s soft moans of pleasure from her ministrations.  As she nestled herself between Allison’s legs, breathing in the sweet cinnamon tinted smell of her arousal, Remy couldn’t shake the feeling of someone’s eyes on her, watching them. The feeling was quickly shaken however, her tongue diving out to taste Allie. 

Allison relaxed back, against the hard—very uncomfortable—motel bed, as she felt her girlfriend’s tongue work against her pale flesh. “Rem…” she screamed slightly, between moans, as she felt Thirteen’s tongue meet her centre. “Mmm.” she breathed, as her hands moved to tangle in the brunette’s locks.

Usually the blonde was coy when it came to making sex sounds, but since they were somewhere where no one knew them. Somewhere she wouldn’t have to awkwardly say Hi to these people—if there were even people here, the place did seem somewhat deserted when they were checking in—every morning, and so she was through with caring. 

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Remy was so focused on their tongues as they battled each other for control, that she barely noticed when her clothes had been torn off. The brunette easily allowed herself to be pushed onto the somewhat stiff motel bed, her body screaming to be touched. She grabbed for the petite blonde, pulling her in for a slow and passionate kiss. Her hips bucked up involuntarily. “Is it hot in here… or is it just you babe.” She dumbly smiled as their kiss broke. Her cheesy lines never got old. “You still thinking about those charts in the ER now?”

Allison laughed, a little. “Easy cheesy…” She replied, as she ran her hands up her fellow doctor’s body, and bringing her knee up to meet Remy’s covered sex—testing her, but not quite giving her the friction she craved.

The blonde moved in, placing hot kisses along Thirteen’s jawline, before she spoke once again. “Would you just shut up…” she whispered, before biting down lightly on the brunette’s earlobe. “…and fuck me.” 

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Remy nodded, suddenly seeming to be at a lost for words. She arched into the blonde’s touch, her hardened nipples seeking much needed friction. She eagerly pushed the jacket off of Allison’s shoulders, very displeased in the amount of clothing that were still on each of them. 

“Oh I think we can think of… something.” She stated suggestively as she ran a hand down the woman’s front, a direct route towards the zipper of her skinny jeans. Remy looped a finger in the hem of the petite woman’s pants, pulling her closer. The heat between her legs was growing every second, the number one thing on her mind- fucking her girlfriends brains out. Being watched through the wall by the creep at the front desk- not so much.

Allison let her jacket fall to the floor, her hand moving from Thirteen’s breasts as she did, before she pulled her girlfriend, roughly, by her shirt—crashing their lips together, in a heated kiss. The blonde wriggled from her jeans, and her fingers fumbled with Thirteen’s, in attempt to get them out of their clothes as fast as physically possible.

Within a minute, they’d both tore their way down to just their underwear and Allison didn’t hesitate in pushing the brunette down on the bed, before leaning over her—smirking. Allison could feel the heat radiating between her own thighs, and she knew—as she lowered herself down, to straddle her girlfriend—There was no denying, Remy was just as turned on as she was. 

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