New Chapter up
Title: I'm Not Going to Crush You
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: M
Summary: House and Cameron finally admit that they like eachother. Now what?
Okay, so here's Chapter 8. Chapters 1-7 can be found here at FF.net. Enjoy!
A/N: Sorry about the delay in updates. I had a bit of writer's block :) This chapter isn't as long as the others but I hope you enjoy. Thanks to everyone who have reviewed! Without you, there might not've been a chapter 8 ;)
Disclaimer: House doesn’t belong to me. Unfortunately.
Chapter 8
Cameron waltzed through the lobby with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. She wondered what people would say if they knew the reason for her good mood. “Why yes, Dr. Cuddy. I did see House last night and he fucked me until I passed out.” She giggled to herself as she imagined the shocked look Cuddy would surely have at that remark. Luckily, Cameron wasn’t the type to discuss her sexual conquests.
She entered Mark Warner’s room to find Stacy sitting in the chair next to his bed. They both glanced at her when she arrived.
“How’re you doing?” She asked them both, as politely as she knew how.
“Where’s Greg?” Was the first thing out of Stacy’s mouth.
“He’s not in yet. But then it’s only 9:30. I expect him to waltz in here in at least another half hour.”
Not having much else to say, Cameron made her quick exit and headed to House's office. He was there, sitting at his desk listening to his ipod. “Stacy is looking for you.”
House gave her a wry smile and pulled the earbuds out. “Sorry, what was that? Stacy wants me?”
“In your dreams, House,” she rolled her eyes and headed for the door.
“Nice hickey by the way,” he called out to her, stopping Cameron in her tracks.
“Does it show that much?” She asked him, looking worried.
House shrugged. “No. But I noticed it right away, since I was the one who put it there…”
Cameron walked over to him and he pulled her into his lap. “Well then maybe next time I’ll return the favor, Dr. House.”
“Is that a threat? Or a promise?” he grinned, a wicked expression on his face.
She moved closer to him and softly kissed his neck before whispering in his ear, “take it however you want.”
“Maybe I’ll just take you. Come over tonight.”
She looked regretful. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have some stuff to do.”
“Like…” he prompted her, asking for a reason.
“Just stuff.”
“Fine, whatever.”
He watched her go into the conference room and sighed. What was going on? Usually she jumped at the chance to spend time together. Now she was brushing him off? He thought about it some more and then shrugged. To hell with it. He’d just have to find a way to amuse himself.
***
House was plastered. He didn’t even remember why he even went to the bar in the first place. Then he remembered. Cameron. It was always Cameron.
It was three O’clock in the morning so he grabbed his cane and walked out. He only lived a couple blocks away and it wasn’t raining so he had decided to walk.
It was pretty deserted but he hardly noticed. He definitely didn’t hear the multiple footsteps behind him.
“Hey!” Someone shouted. House ignored them and continued on. He could hear them approaching and began to move a little faster so he was at least out of the alley. But being drunk and walking with a cane was harder than it looked. A hand on his shoulder stopped him and he was surrounded by two men. “You deaf, old man?”
“No!” he said loudly, showing them he wasn’t intimidated but in actuality he was scared as hell.
“Give us your wallet and you won’t get hurt.”
House just snickered. “Gee, that’s original. How long have you been using that line?”
“Shut the fuck up and give it over. Now!”
House swung his cane and whacked the smallest one in the back of the knees, causing him to drop to the ground. Then he turned on the other one and poked him hard in the stomach. Unfortunately, he didn’t see the third when he came up behind him and got him in a headlock. “Gonna play nice and give us your stuff, old man?”
“Kiss my ass.”
“The correct answer is ‘yes sir, asshole.”
“Yes sir, asshole,” House hissed back, earning himself a punch in the face which split his lip right open. Blood poured into his mouth and he spat it out.
The other two had recovered by then and they knocked House to the ground, kicking and punching him in the face and stomach. The final blow came when they used his cane against his right thigh, causing a scream of pain. They took everything. His wallet, his Vicodin and his watch and fled the alley.
***
Wilson began getting worried when he couldn’t get a hold of House. He called his cell repeatedly and his house but to no avail. He started calling House’s team, Cuddy and whoever else might have an idea as to his whereabouts. Not even Cameron had any idea where House was. She did, however suggest checking the bars in his neighborhood. So she, Wilson and Cuddy split up to look for him.
A few hours went by and it was nearly dawn. Wilson circled the block a few times and was just about to give up when movement in an alley caught his eye. He stopped and watched for a minute, keeping his sights on the dark form that was slowly moving at a snail’s pace. Wilson put the car in park and got out, approaching cautiously. For all he knew it was a transient with a needle or worse.
“W..Wilson..” the voice croaked. It was very quiet, but scarily familiar.
“House?”
“Over here..”
Wilson got closer and was shocked at what he saw of what was left of his best friend. “Jesus..what the hell, House?”
“You wouldn’t…happen to have any..ugh..Vicodin would you?”
“Sorry, I left them in my other pants. What the hell happened?”
“Some guys jumped me. Took everything. It hurts..”
Wilson whipped out his phone and called for an Ambulance before he surveyed the damage himself. House was in bad shape. There was blood everywhere and there was so much that Wilson couldn’t tell where it was coming from. House’s left eye was swollen shut, his lip was busted open and would probably need stitches and he was clutching his side.
It wasn’t long before sirens could be heard and the ambulance pulled up to the alley. Several EMT’s hopped out, got House onto a gurney and Wilson followed in his car.
***
Stacy heard some of the nurses in the hall talking about House being brought into the ER and she was instantly curious, if not worried. She debated going down there to investigate. Mark was sound asleep and wouldn’t miss her if she stepped away for a few minutes. She was down there by the time the doors busted open and they wheeled House inside.
“Three cracked ribs, possible broken cheekbone, split lip and various lacerations on his face and neck.”
“Just give me some god damn Vicodin!” House yelled. “I’m dying over here!”
Cuddy handed him two pills and he dry swallowed them just as Cameron rushed to his side. “What happened? Are you allright?”
“Do I look all right?” he snapped. “You're the reason I'm here!”
“How dare you blame this on me!You were the one who went to the bar. You were the one who got drunk and you were the one who probably pissed off the guys who mugged you.”
“Which never would’ve happened if you had come over last night.”
Cameron pursed her lips tightly and it took every ounce in her power not to cry. “Fuck you, House.” With that, she stormed off,
Once House had been attended to in the ER, he was moved upstairs to a private room. Stacy waited until the excitement died down before she quietly let herself in. House looked like hell, but at least he was alive.
“Stacy..” he said weakly. “What..what’re you doing here?”
“Mark is sleeping so I thought I’d come by..see how you were doing.”
“Well I’m fine. You’ve done your part. You can go.”
“I overheard your conversation with Cameron. Are you...sleeping with her?”
His cracked lip formed a small smile. "If by sleeping you mean fucking then yes. What do you care?”
“I’ve seen the way she looks at you. The way you look at her. She’s in love with you.”
“That’s not your concern, Stacy. Go back to your husband,” he sighed, with a dismissive wave of his hand. “You and I are over. You’re married. You should be in his room. Not mine.”
Stacy went to House’s bedside and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. The familiar scent of him made her break out in a sweat and she felt herself flushing.
“See you later, Greg.”
***
House was back at work less than two weeks later, a little worse for wear but he didn’t care how he looked. The stitches in his lip were gone and the scratches on his face had cleared up but he was still sore from the cracked ribs which were well on their way to healing. He realized that night was the Tom Jones concert and he hadn’t been able to talk to Cameron about whether or not she still wanted to go with him. She’d been avoiding him like the plague but he was on a mission to seek her out.
He found her on the balcony outside his office and they stood in silence for a couple of minutes before he spoke. “Cameron…we need to talk.”
“About what?”
“It’s Friday.”
“So it is,” she replied, coldly.
“Do you know what tonight is?”
“I’m well aware that the Tom Jones concert is tonight, House.”
“Good. Well then, are we still on?”
She looked at him like he was insane. “You’re kidding, right? You honestly think I’d still want to go after the hell you put me through? You blamed me for everything. And now, here you are, expecting things to go back to the way they were. Sorry, Greg. Too little, too late.”
House placed his hands on her hips as he stood behind her. He grazed his lips over the back of her neck, and she felt the little hairs stand up as goosebumps invaded her arms. “You’ve missed me. Admit it. You’ve thought about this weekend forever. I got us a suite at the Ritz and a limo to take us to/from the concert. And there’s nobody else I’d want to share this weekend with. That’s why I asked you.”
Cameron considered his words, and the kisses on her neck as he spoke were doing things to her that weren’t natural. “You can’t tell me you haven’t imagined it. Every possible scenario of how the weekend will play out. Sex in the limo on the way to the concert, sex on the way back. Sex on the balcony of the suite, in the shower, and then the king sized bed where I’m going to make mad, passionate love to you.”
His words echoed in her head. Did he just say make love? She felt the heat pool between her legs and then she felt House’s fingers rubbing against her wet panties, making it more intense. She prayed nobody was watching because she was so close. Oh so dangerously close to falling over the edge. When House fastened his mouth against the side of her neck, refreshing the faint remnants of the hickey he’d given her, she moaned and came with flood of wetness between her legs.
“So whaddya say, Allison?” he whispered as he continued to stroke her as she rode out her orgasm. “Am I forgiven? Will you go with me?”
“Oh God..yes…”
House smiled wickedly to himself and removed his hand from under her skirt. “The limo will be by to pick you up at six.”
Cameron slumped against the railing as House went back inside, still grinning like an idiot over what had just transpired.
A/N: So what do you guys think? Should I end it here? Or do you want steamy weekend smut? Please R&R and I'll decide if I get enough feedback. Muahahaha
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: M
Summary: House and Cameron finally admit that they like eachother. Now what?
Okay, so here's Chapter 8. Chapters 1-7 can be found here at FF.net. Enjoy!
A/N: Sorry about the delay in updates. I had a bit of writer's block :) This chapter isn't as long as the others but I hope you enjoy. Thanks to everyone who have reviewed! Without you, there might not've been a chapter 8 ;)
Disclaimer: House doesn’t belong to me. Unfortunately.
Chapter 8
Cameron waltzed through the lobby with a smile on her face and a spring in her step. She wondered what people would say if they knew the reason for her good mood. “Why yes, Dr. Cuddy. I did see House last night and he fucked me until I passed out.” She giggled to herself as she imagined the shocked look Cuddy would surely have at that remark. Luckily, Cameron wasn’t the type to discuss her sexual conquests.
She entered Mark Warner’s room to find Stacy sitting in the chair next to his bed. They both glanced at her when she arrived.
“How’re you doing?” She asked them both, as politely as she knew how.
“Where’s Greg?” Was the first thing out of Stacy’s mouth.
“He’s not in yet. But then it’s only 9:30. I expect him to waltz in here in at least another half hour.”
Not having much else to say, Cameron made her quick exit and headed to House's office. He was there, sitting at his desk listening to his ipod. “Stacy is looking for you.”
House gave her a wry smile and pulled the earbuds out. “Sorry, what was that? Stacy wants me?”
“In your dreams, House,” she rolled her eyes and headed for the door.
“Nice hickey by the way,” he called out to her, stopping Cameron in her tracks.
“Does it show that much?” She asked him, looking worried.
House shrugged. “No. But I noticed it right away, since I was the one who put it there…”
Cameron walked over to him and he pulled her into his lap. “Well then maybe next time I’ll return the favor, Dr. House.”
“Is that a threat? Or a promise?” he grinned, a wicked expression on his face.
She moved closer to him and softly kissed his neck before whispering in his ear, “take it however you want.”
“Maybe I’ll just take you. Come over tonight.”
She looked regretful. “I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I have some stuff to do.”
“Like…” he prompted her, asking for a reason.
“Just stuff.”
“Fine, whatever.”
He watched her go into the conference room and sighed. What was going on? Usually she jumped at the chance to spend time together. Now she was brushing him off? He thought about it some more and then shrugged. To hell with it. He’d just have to find a way to amuse himself.
***
House was plastered. He didn’t even remember why he even went to the bar in the first place. Then he remembered. Cameron. It was always Cameron.
It was three O’clock in the morning so he grabbed his cane and walked out. He only lived a couple blocks away and it wasn’t raining so he had decided to walk.
It was pretty deserted but he hardly noticed. He definitely didn’t hear the multiple footsteps behind him.
“Hey!” Someone shouted. House ignored them and continued on. He could hear them approaching and began to move a little faster so he was at least out of the alley. But being drunk and walking with a cane was harder than it looked. A hand on his shoulder stopped him and he was surrounded by two men. “You deaf, old man?”
“No!” he said loudly, showing them he wasn’t intimidated but in actuality he was scared as hell.
“Give us your wallet and you won’t get hurt.”
House just snickered. “Gee, that’s original. How long have you been using that line?”
“Shut the fuck up and give it over. Now!”
House swung his cane and whacked the smallest one in the back of the knees, causing him to drop to the ground. Then he turned on the other one and poked him hard in the stomach. Unfortunately, he didn’t see the third when he came up behind him and got him in a headlock. “Gonna play nice and give us your stuff, old man?”
“Kiss my ass.”
“The correct answer is ‘yes sir, asshole.”
“Yes sir, asshole,” House hissed back, earning himself a punch in the face which split his lip right open. Blood poured into his mouth and he spat it out.
The other two had recovered by then and they knocked House to the ground, kicking and punching him in the face and stomach. The final blow came when they used his cane against his right thigh, causing a scream of pain. They took everything. His wallet, his Vicodin and his watch and fled the alley.
***
Wilson began getting worried when he couldn’t get a hold of House. He called his cell repeatedly and his house but to no avail. He started calling House’s team, Cuddy and whoever else might have an idea as to his whereabouts. Not even Cameron had any idea where House was. She did, however suggest checking the bars in his neighborhood. So she, Wilson and Cuddy split up to look for him.
A few hours went by and it was nearly dawn. Wilson circled the block a few times and was just about to give up when movement in an alley caught his eye. He stopped and watched for a minute, keeping his sights on the dark form that was slowly moving at a snail’s pace. Wilson put the car in park and got out, approaching cautiously. For all he knew it was a transient with a needle or worse.
“W..Wilson..” the voice croaked. It was very quiet, but scarily familiar.
“House?”
“Over here..”
Wilson got closer and was shocked at what he saw of what was left of his best friend. “Jesus..what the hell, House?”
“You wouldn’t…happen to have any..ugh..Vicodin would you?”
“Sorry, I left them in my other pants. What the hell happened?”
“Some guys jumped me. Took everything. It hurts..”
Wilson whipped out his phone and called for an Ambulance before he surveyed the damage himself. House was in bad shape. There was blood everywhere and there was so much that Wilson couldn’t tell where it was coming from. House’s left eye was swollen shut, his lip was busted open and would probably need stitches and he was clutching his side.
It wasn’t long before sirens could be heard and the ambulance pulled up to the alley. Several EMT’s hopped out, got House onto a gurney and Wilson followed in his car.
***
Stacy heard some of the nurses in the hall talking about House being brought into the ER and she was instantly curious, if not worried. She debated going down there to investigate. Mark was sound asleep and wouldn’t miss her if she stepped away for a few minutes. She was down there by the time the doors busted open and they wheeled House inside.
“Three cracked ribs, possible broken cheekbone, split lip and various lacerations on his face and neck.”
“Just give me some god damn Vicodin!” House yelled. “I’m dying over here!”
Cuddy handed him two pills and he dry swallowed them just as Cameron rushed to his side. “What happened? Are you allright?”
“Do I look all right?” he snapped. “You're the reason I'm here!”
“How dare you blame this on me!You were the one who went to the bar. You were the one who got drunk and you were the one who probably pissed off the guys who mugged you.”
“Which never would’ve happened if you had come over last night.”
Cameron pursed her lips tightly and it took every ounce in her power not to cry. “Fuck you, House.” With that, she stormed off,
Once House had been attended to in the ER, he was moved upstairs to a private room. Stacy waited until the excitement died down before she quietly let herself in. House looked like hell, but at least he was alive.
“Stacy..” he said weakly. “What..what’re you doing here?”
“Mark is sleeping so I thought I’d come by..see how you were doing.”
“Well I’m fine. You’ve done your part. You can go.”
“I overheard your conversation with Cameron. Are you...sleeping with her?”
His cracked lip formed a small smile. "If by sleeping you mean fucking then yes. What do you care?”
“I’ve seen the way she looks at you. The way you look at her. She’s in love with you.”
“That’s not your concern, Stacy. Go back to your husband,” he sighed, with a dismissive wave of his hand. “You and I are over. You’re married. You should be in his room. Not mine.”
Stacy went to House’s bedside and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. The familiar scent of him made her break out in a sweat and she felt herself flushing.
“See you later, Greg.”
***
House was back at work less than two weeks later, a little worse for wear but he didn’t care how he looked. The stitches in his lip were gone and the scratches on his face had cleared up but he was still sore from the cracked ribs which were well on their way to healing. He realized that night was the Tom Jones concert and he hadn’t been able to talk to Cameron about whether or not she still wanted to go with him. She’d been avoiding him like the plague but he was on a mission to seek her out.
He found her on the balcony outside his office and they stood in silence for a couple of minutes before he spoke. “Cameron…we need to talk.”
“About what?”
“It’s Friday.”
“So it is,” she replied, coldly.
“Do you know what tonight is?”
“I’m well aware that the Tom Jones concert is tonight, House.”
“Good. Well then, are we still on?”
She looked at him like he was insane. “You’re kidding, right? You honestly think I’d still want to go after the hell you put me through? You blamed me for everything. And now, here you are, expecting things to go back to the way they were. Sorry, Greg. Too little, too late.”
House placed his hands on her hips as he stood behind her. He grazed his lips over the back of her neck, and she felt the little hairs stand up as goosebumps invaded her arms. “You’ve missed me. Admit it. You’ve thought about this weekend forever. I got us a suite at the Ritz and a limo to take us to/from the concert. And there’s nobody else I’d want to share this weekend with. That’s why I asked you.”
Cameron considered his words, and the kisses on her neck as he spoke were doing things to her that weren’t natural. “You can’t tell me you haven’t imagined it. Every possible scenario of how the weekend will play out. Sex in the limo on the way to the concert, sex on the way back. Sex on the balcony of the suite, in the shower, and then the king sized bed where I’m going to make mad, passionate love to you.”
His words echoed in her head. Did he just say make love? She felt the heat pool between her legs and then she felt House’s fingers rubbing against her wet panties, making it more intense. She prayed nobody was watching because she was so close. Oh so dangerously close to falling over the edge. When House fastened his mouth against the side of her neck, refreshing the faint remnants of the hickey he’d given her, she moaned and came with flood of wetness between her legs.
“So whaddya say, Allison?” he whispered as he continued to stroke her as she rode out her orgasm. “Am I forgiven? Will you go with me?”
“Oh God..yes…”
House smiled wickedly to himself and removed his hand from under her skirt. “The limo will be by to pick you up at six.”
Cameron slumped against the railing as House went back inside, still grinning like an idiot over what had just transpired.
A/N: So what do you guys think? Should I end it here? Or do you want steamy weekend smut? Please R&R and I'll decide if I get enough feedback. Muahahaha