Fan Fic: House/Cameron for Drabble prompt
Written for the Drabble prompt at house_cameron
Prompt Word: Around
House/Cameron Romance
Title: Closeted
Cameron reaches far back into the deep closet, her fingers slipping over fabrics, woolly and silky, until she touches plastic. Pushing hangers with dresses, jumpers, and puffy-sleeved blouses to the side, she pulls out the red dress, dry-cleaned and still encased in its protective sheath. With it clutched in her arms, she sits on the edge of the bed, remembering the warmth of his hands as they touched her waist through the thin silk.
Before the poker game began, before House and Wilson bought their drinks and anted up, before Chase chatted up the nurses in their evening attire, there was the darkness of a half-moon night and the glow of a cigar and the silhouette of a man leaning against the building where the hospital benefit was held.
She forfeited the entryway and walked toward him as if choice was a word from a forgotten language, the soft red dress swishing against her thighs.
House squinted at her in the pale light and then his eyes widened, taking her in. "Let me guess. Someone's artery blew like a fire hydrant and you didn't have time to clean up the mess. Turn around," he ordered.
Slowly she pivoted, feeling like a private dancer who wore a private smile.
"Thank you. For the dress," she said when once again she faced him, finding herself closer to the lapels of his tux. She knew he'd deny any knowledge of the gown that had appeared in her locker at the hospital that morning, a day after he'd remarked once again that she resembled an adolescent boy. "It's a little more modern than that corsage."
He stepped closer and clamped a hand over her forehead. "No fever. And yet you're delusional." As he lowered his hand, she leaned up on tiptoe and linked her arms around his neck and, before he could pull away or protest, she touched her lips to his mouth. For a moment, they stayed like that, and then he leaned into her and slowly kissed her, as his arms circled her waist.
Cameron, standing in her pretty slip, steps into the dress and calls his name.
He limps into the bedroom, his fingers skimming the silky skin of her back as they locate the zip. And simultaneously they say:
"It still fits."
Prompt Word: Around
House/Cameron Romance
Title: Closeted
Cameron reaches far back into the deep closet, her fingers slipping over fabrics, woolly and silky, until she touches plastic. Pushing hangers with dresses, jumpers, and puffy-sleeved blouses to the side, she pulls out the red dress, dry-cleaned and still encased in its protective sheath. With it clutched in her arms, she sits on the edge of the bed, remembering the warmth of his hands as they touched her waist through the thin silk.
Before the poker game began, before House and Wilson bought their drinks and anted up, before Chase chatted up the nurses in their evening attire, there was the darkness of a half-moon night and the glow of a cigar and the silhouette of a man leaning against the building where the hospital benefit was held.
She forfeited the entryway and walked toward him as if choice was a word from a forgotten language, the soft red dress swishing against her thighs.
House squinted at her in the pale light and then his eyes widened, taking her in. "Let me guess. Someone's artery blew like a fire hydrant and you didn't have time to clean up the mess. Turn around," he ordered.
Slowly she pivoted, feeling like a private dancer who wore a private smile.
"Thank you. For the dress," she said when once again she faced him, finding herself closer to the lapels of his tux. She knew he'd deny any knowledge of the gown that had appeared in her locker at the hospital that morning, a day after he'd remarked once again that she resembled an adolescent boy. "It's a little more modern than that corsage."
He stepped closer and clamped a hand over her forehead. "No fever. And yet you're delusional." As he lowered his hand, she leaned up on tiptoe and linked her arms around his neck and, before he could pull away or protest, she touched her lips to his mouth. For a moment, they stayed like that, and then he leaned into her and slowly kissed her, as his arms circled her waist.
Cameron, standing in her pretty slip, steps into the dress and calls his name.
He limps into the bedroom, his fingers skimming the silky skin of her back as they locate the zip. And simultaneously they say:
"It still fits."