Cadley

Thirteen has an asthma attack and Cameron comes to help.

Submitted by Rabidnar 15 days ago

When Thirteen's self-destruction causes her to mess up on a patient, House assigns her to a very different kind of case.

Submitted by Rabidnar 16 days ago

Cameron takes Thirteen with her to the fair. Thirteen decides to have some fun. Oneshot. All credit goes to Vanamo

Submitted by adyingsomething 1 month ago

Thirteen goes out and picks up different girls every night, right? Wrong. The girls aren't different, but the same. And she's not the predator, but the prey. All credit goes to Amazon Life

Submitted by adyingsomething 2 months ago

You know how sometimes the whole world is against you? A series of events force Thirteen to take care of a three year old. Chapter 21 has sex. All credit goes to Vamano

Submitted by adyingsomething 2 months ago

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Oh my god I just had to share this poem I found *___* its not written for Cadley but it so could have been.


She's all soft skin and sure hands, high notes and pounding beats. Her lips are dancing over your skin and her fingers are dancing inside you, and she's hitting all the right keys, stroking all the sensitive spots, and the rougher patches, and she's making you sing.

Your body is her instrument, and she knows just how to play you, just the right way to draw the purest notes from your throat. Your pleasure is music to her ears, and she knows her...

Excerpt:
Um, this is a fanfic I wrote for Stevi. Beware it is fluff. Hope you like it.

You watch as she sleeps. She looks so peaceful and carefree lying there eyes closed. A piece of hair covers her face which you brush behind her ear. Your hand lingers caressing her cheek. “Mmmmm” Remy mumbles stirring from her slumber.
“Did I wake you?” you ask.
“Yeah” she replied sleepy.
“We should get up or we’ll be late for work.”
“I don’t wanna go. Can’t you ring up and say we’re sick.” She said snuggling into your shoulder.

Excerpt:
Hey, this is a fanfic I wrote. I hope you like.


A few seconds ago she was comforting you, now her lips were on yours. Her lips were soft and smooth. After awhile you deepen the kiss and allow her tongue entrance. Your want her. Maybe it’s the Huntington talking, telling you to take risks, live life to the full. Or maybe it’s the way her skin feels so good against yours, it makes your heart beat faster and butterflies flutter around your tummy. You don’t care. All that matters is you and her, together in this moment. You push her against the wall. She may have...