Sweet Dreams - Ficlet
Here's a little House/Cam ficlet I wrote. It's spoilerish, at least, there are speculated spoilers in here.
Title: Sweet Dreams
Author: bandbooktvworm
Rating: PG
Summary: Someone has a dream. Speculated spoilers for season finale. There might be a follow-up chapter; I'm not sure yet.
He woke up to see her standing over his bed, looking at the monitors he was hooked up to. He blinked away his drowsiness and noticed how particularly fetching she looked in that new suit-a vest, as always, but with a skirt instead of pants. The red pinstripe drew his attention to her petite body. He slowly absorbed this image while blatantly staring at her; he never minded what she thought of the looks he gave her. “You’re awake,” he heard her say.
He looked up into the crystal, sparkling eyes that were staring at him. Today they were a bright blue that stood out against the red. “You’re not my doctor,” he replied simply.
“No, but I’m a concerned colleague. Being a doctor is just a bonus,” she said with a small smile as she checked his morphine intake.
“You’re an obsessed subordinate who can’t be away from her master.”
She scowled at him. “I see being shot hasn’t affected your quick wit.”
“I see your guilt hasn’t stopped you from butting into others’ affairs.”
She rolled her eyes impatiently. “I do not feel guilty! In fact, this is the least guilty I’ve felt in my entire life.”
“Which could actually be a reverse feeling as to the large amount of guilt you are in fact feeling.”
She placed her hand over her eyes and sighed. “House, you’re trying to make me think I feel guilty. It’s not going to work.” She lifted her eyes to look at him. “You’re just upset because you didn’t need to go to that apartment after all, and that I solved the case without you.”
“You sure do think highly of yourself,” House said.
She decided to ignore the statement and move away from the machines. She stopped when she felt tugging on the side of her new vest. “Crap, this is new!” She tried to pry herself free, but it wasn’t working.
“Just tug,” he said.
“Be quiet.”
“I’m just trying to help.”
“You’re drugged up; you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s a nice thing to say. I’ll remember that when I get back in the office.”
She started tugging at the vest while trying to pull free, and it made a huge rip across her torso. She gasped. She soon became entangled in the mess, and House didn’t know what to make of the chaos. After a few more seconds, she was free of the cursed machine and with the bottom half of her skirt missing and a huge gash in her vest and shirt exposing her toned stomach and part of her bra.
He stared at her with a small smirk on his face. “Jeez, Cameron, we have to stop letting you hanging out with the sailors. What they say shouldn’t be repeated, you know.”
She went slightly red as she remembered the words she had said while trying to get free. “Well, this thing has never happened before; it’s impossible.”
“I think you just proved that nothing is impossible.”
“Look who’s being philosophical,” she stated.
“I have a wise mentor.”
She nodded and started to turn to leave the room and find some replacement clothing. Before she could turn, she got caught in the fabric at her heels and fell onto House’s bed, leaning into him with their faces extremely close. They stared at each other for a few seconds. Cameron soon felt his hands roaming over her exposed skin and stared at him in shock. He didn’t take his eyes off her. Then, he leaned into her and captured her lips with his.
The kiss started out soft, but very quickly it became more heated as they melted into the moment of physical contact. They were making out like hormonal teenagers when someone called his name. “House, House…” the faraway voice said.
Apparently Cameron didn’t hear the voice so she kept kissing his neck, but he stopped as soon as he heard it. Where was it coming from?
“HOUSE!”
House opened his eyes and looked over at Foreman, who had just woken him up. House shifted slightly and said, “You couldn’t have waited five more minutes.”
Title: Sweet Dreams
Author: bandbooktvworm
Rating: PG
Summary: Someone has a dream. Speculated spoilers for season finale. There might be a follow-up chapter; I'm not sure yet.
He woke up to see her standing over his bed, looking at the monitors he was hooked up to. He blinked away his drowsiness and noticed how particularly fetching she looked in that new suit-a vest, as always, but with a skirt instead of pants. The red pinstripe drew his attention to her petite body. He slowly absorbed this image while blatantly staring at her; he never minded what she thought of the looks he gave her. “You’re awake,” he heard her say.
He looked up into the crystal, sparkling eyes that were staring at him. Today they were a bright blue that stood out against the red. “You’re not my doctor,” he replied simply.
“No, but I’m a concerned colleague. Being a doctor is just a bonus,” she said with a small smile as she checked his morphine intake.
“You’re an obsessed subordinate who can’t be away from her master.”
She scowled at him. “I see being shot hasn’t affected your quick wit.”
“I see your guilt hasn’t stopped you from butting into others’ affairs.”
She rolled her eyes impatiently. “I do not feel guilty! In fact, this is the least guilty I’ve felt in my entire life.”
“Which could actually be a reverse feeling as to the large amount of guilt you are in fact feeling.”
She placed her hand over her eyes and sighed. “House, you’re trying to make me think I feel guilty. It’s not going to work.” She lifted her eyes to look at him. “You’re just upset because you didn’t need to go to that apartment after all, and that I solved the case without you.”
“You sure do think highly of yourself,” House said.
She decided to ignore the statement and move away from the machines. She stopped when she felt tugging on the side of her new vest. “Crap, this is new!” She tried to pry herself free, but it wasn’t working.
“Just tug,” he said.
“Be quiet.”
“I’m just trying to help.”
“You’re drugged up; you don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That’s a nice thing to say. I’ll remember that when I get back in the office.”
She started tugging at the vest while trying to pull free, and it made a huge rip across her torso. She gasped. She soon became entangled in the mess, and House didn’t know what to make of the chaos. After a few more seconds, she was free of the cursed machine and with the bottom half of her skirt missing and a huge gash in her vest and shirt exposing her toned stomach and part of her bra.
He stared at her with a small smirk on his face. “Jeez, Cameron, we have to stop letting you hanging out with the sailors. What they say shouldn’t be repeated, you know.”
She went slightly red as she remembered the words she had said while trying to get free. “Well, this thing has never happened before; it’s impossible.”
“I think you just proved that nothing is impossible.”
“Look who’s being philosophical,” she stated.
“I have a wise mentor.”
She nodded and started to turn to leave the room and find some replacement clothing. Before she could turn, she got caught in the fabric at her heels and fell onto House’s bed, leaning into him with their faces extremely close. They stared at each other for a few seconds. Cameron soon felt his hands roaming over her exposed skin and stared at him in shock. He didn’t take his eyes off her. Then, he leaned into her and captured her lips with his.
The kiss started out soft, but very quickly it became more heated as they melted into the moment of physical contact. They were making out like hormonal teenagers when someone called his name. “House, House…” the faraway voice said.
Apparently Cameron didn’t hear the voice so she kept kissing his neck, but he stopped as soon as he heard it. Where was it coming from?
“HOUSE!”
House opened his eyes and looked over at Foreman, who had just woken him up. House shifted slightly and said, “You couldn’t have waited five more minutes.”