the drinks we drank last night. cameron/wilson, pg-13.
title: the drinks we drank last night
type: fanfic
rating: pg-13
summary: allison cameron is tired of playing by the rules.
The Drinks We Drank Last Night
“This isn’t about him.”
She kisses him good morning, promising lies to his lips.
“I know.” His mouth curves- she loves his mouth so she kisses it again before leaving, She has her own keys now. Keeps them in the front pocket of her purse and Chase’s ring is tucked in next to it.
She pretends she doesn’t have to choose.
And they both let her.
---
“Good morning, beautiful.”
There are charts in her hand, pressed into the crook of her elbow and she uses them to ward him, off.
“I have work to do, Chase.”
He doesn’t seem to care, scooping her up into his arms. He drags his lips against her jaw. She sits pretty, biting her lip to stop from screaming.
His fingers slide under her blouse.
“Chase!” She pushes away from the wall, tugging out his hands.
“What’s wrong?”
She looks away from his furrowed brow- “I have to go.”
He stares after her retreating form. There was something up with that girl.
&&&
She pulls on a sweater- Wilson’s- its cold out. She wonders how long this can last. How long she can play without losing.
Pulls at the sleeves and she can smell him all around her.
She decides she no longer cares.
type: fanfic
rating: pg-13
summary: allison cameron is tired of playing by the rules.
The Drinks We Drank Last Night
“This isn’t about him.”
She kisses him good morning, promising lies to his lips.
“I know.” His mouth curves- she loves his mouth so she kisses it again before leaving, She has her own keys now. Keeps them in the front pocket of her purse and Chase’s ring is tucked in next to it.
She pretends she doesn’t have to choose.
And they both let her.
---
“Good morning, beautiful.”
There are charts in her hand, pressed into the crook of her elbow and she uses them to ward him, off.
“I have work to do, Chase.”
He doesn’t seem to care, scooping her up into his arms. He drags his lips against her jaw. She sits pretty, biting her lip to stop from screaming.
His fingers slide under her blouse.
“Chase!” She pushes away from the wall, tugging out his hands.
“What’s wrong?”
She looks away from his furrowed brow- “I have to go.”
He stares after her retreating form. There was something up with that girl.
&&&
She pulls on a sweater- Wilson’s- its cold out. She wonders how long this can last. How long she can play without losing.
Pulls at the sleeves and she can smell him all around her.
She decides she no longer cares.