[house/cameron] · · · - - - · · · (save our souls)
Title: · · · - - - · · · (save our souls)
Fandom: house, md
Characters/Pairings: house, cameron, house/cameron
Word Count: 776
Rating: r for teh sex
Summary: He stands, and there’s a softness in his eyes that makes her tremble. His hand is on her shoulder, warm and heavy and she sucks in a breath and looks up at him.
Author's Notes: For the latest challenge at hc_smut_a_thon: Write a drabble using the "jello shots and wild sex" scene from Informed Consent as a catalyst. It was meant to be done in 600 words or less, and I tried to cut this down, but I didn’t want to lose anything else from here. Meep. Sorry. This is set during the episode, directly after the “jello shots” line. Thanks to the lovely gabesaunt for the terrific and speedy beta job. *smooches*
· · · - - - · · · (save our souls)
She’s tired. Her eyes burn and her head throbs and her legs ache. Test results blur in front of her. She shakes her head, runs a palm down her face. She turns to Foreman and Chase, their heads bowed and eyes pressed to microscopes. Chase still has purple dye on his fingers.
“Coffee run?”
Foreman looks up at her, his eyes heavy. “God, please.”
Chase shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes. “I’ve already had, like, seven cups since yesterday.”
Cameron pauses. She crosses her arms and waits.
He groans with his head in his hands. “Black. No sugar.”
She leaves the lab and the sound of her heels against the tiled floor ring through her ears. She’s used to this; lack of sleep, long nights, endless tests. But this case is different and she’s exhausted and she needs something to help get her through this.
She passes House’s office and slows down, her eyes narrowing as she takes a glance inside. He’s in there, sitting in the dark, resting. Just like he said he would be.
Bastard.
Cameron pushes the door open, the glass cool against her hand. She steps inside, angry and worn out and conflicted and she hates how dealing with this case is making her act. She approaches him, intent on letting him know how frustrated she is; how much she hates seeing Ezra suffer, how she wishes she would just know what the right answer is.
He looks up at her as she steps forward, and before she can speak he opens his mouth.
“Looking for a jello shot partner?”
She glares at him.
“Or maybe a partner for another ‘wild’ activity?” He winks at her.
She grinds her teeth and almost snaps. She needs him to take her seriously, for this moment. She needs that.
“House,” she breathes, “I can’t -- I don’t think I...” and she trails off, because something is stuck in her throat. Words, or a breath. Something. But not a sob.
Definitely not a sob.
He stands, and there’s a softness in his eyes that makes her tremble. His hand is on her shoulder, warm and heavy and she sucks in a breath and looks up at him.
“I can’t do this.”
“Yes you can.”
She shakes her head, a strand of hair falling out from her ponytail and sweeping across her face. “I can’t. I can’t think properly when it comes to this case. I - I don’t know where I stand, I don’t know what I think we should do, I know I don’t want him to suffer anymore and I can’t --”
His lips are on hers before she can finish another thought. His kiss is hot and wet and his mouth presses firm against her own. She closes her eyes and feels herself melt. When he pulls away, it takes her a moment until she’s able to open her eyes again.
He studies her face, his blue eyes flitting back and forth and taking in everything about her, assessing her. His hands are on her shoulders, his thumbs pressing into her skin, and he starts to move them towards his desk.
Her feet move on their own. Her brain has shut down. She forgets all about the coffee that Foreman and Chase are waiting for, and she lets House pull her behind his desk, and lower her down to the floor.
He kisses her neck as he unbuttons her black blouse, pulling it away from her skin one button at a time. His fingers brush over a nipple, and she gasps and arches her back. He unzips her pants, and she lifts her hips so that he can slide them down her legs. He presses a kiss to her stomach and she shivers. Carefully, he slides a finger into her cunt and she mewls and breathes slowly as he moves inside of her.
She holds onto his arms, clutching at him, when she comes. He dips his head and licks at her and she shudders, and she looks at him and he’s not smiling but there’s something there. Something she can’t remember ever seeing in his eyes before.
He presses a kiss to her lips before he stands. She pulls herself up on her elbows, watching him.
“You’ll do fine on this case, Cameron.”
And she feels it, then. Feels how her eyes don’t burn now, and how her head has stopped throbbing. And how her chest feels lighter than it has in the past twenty-four hours.
House opens the door, begins to walk out. He looks at her from over his shoulder.
“You’re welcome.”
END
Fandom: house, md
Characters/Pairings: house, cameron, house/cameron
Word Count: 776
Rating: r for teh sex
Summary: He stands, and there’s a softness in his eyes that makes her tremble. His hand is on her shoulder, warm and heavy and she sucks in a breath and looks up at him.
Author's Notes: For the latest challenge at hc_smut_a_thon: Write a drabble using the "jello shots and wild sex" scene from Informed Consent as a catalyst. It was meant to be done in 600 words or less, and I tried to cut this down, but I didn’t want to lose anything else from here. Meep. Sorry. This is set during the episode, directly after the “jello shots” line. Thanks to the lovely gabesaunt for the terrific and speedy beta job. *smooches*
· · · - - - · · · (save our souls)
She’s tired. Her eyes burn and her head throbs and her legs ache. Test results blur in front of her. She shakes her head, runs a palm down her face. She turns to Foreman and Chase, their heads bowed and eyes pressed to microscopes. Chase still has purple dye on his fingers.
“Coffee run?”
Foreman looks up at her, his eyes heavy. “God, please.”
Chase shakes his head, his hair falling into his eyes. “I’ve already had, like, seven cups since yesterday.”
Cameron pauses. She crosses her arms and waits.
He groans with his head in his hands. “Black. No sugar.”
She leaves the lab and the sound of her heels against the tiled floor ring through her ears. She’s used to this; lack of sleep, long nights, endless tests. But this case is different and she’s exhausted and she needs something to help get her through this.
She passes House’s office and slows down, her eyes narrowing as she takes a glance inside. He’s in there, sitting in the dark, resting. Just like he said he would be.
Bastard.
Cameron pushes the door open, the glass cool against her hand. She steps inside, angry and worn out and conflicted and she hates how dealing with this case is making her act. She approaches him, intent on letting him know how frustrated she is; how much she hates seeing Ezra suffer, how she wishes she would just know what the right answer is.
He looks up at her as she steps forward, and before she can speak he opens his mouth.
“Looking for a jello shot partner?”
She glares at him.
“Or maybe a partner for another ‘wild’ activity?” He winks at her.
She grinds her teeth and almost snaps. She needs him to take her seriously, for this moment. She needs that.
“House,” she breathes, “I can’t -- I don’t think I...” and she trails off, because something is stuck in her throat. Words, or a breath. Something. But not a sob.
Definitely not a sob.
He stands, and there’s a softness in his eyes that makes her tremble. His hand is on her shoulder, warm and heavy and she sucks in a breath and looks up at him.
“I can’t do this.”
“Yes you can.”
She shakes her head, a strand of hair falling out from her ponytail and sweeping across her face. “I can’t. I can’t think properly when it comes to this case. I - I don’t know where I stand, I don’t know what I think we should do, I know I don’t want him to suffer anymore and I can’t --”
His lips are on hers before she can finish another thought. His kiss is hot and wet and his mouth presses firm against her own. She closes her eyes and feels herself melt. When he pulls away, it takes her a moment until she’s able to open her eyes again.
He studies her face, his blue eyes flitting back and forth and taking in everything about her, assessing her. His hands are on her shoulders, his thumbs pressing into her skin, and he starts to move them towards his desk.
Her feet move on their own. Her brain has shut down. She forgets all about the coffee that Foreman and Chase are waiting for, and she lets House pull her behind his desk, and lower her down to the floor.
He kisses her neck as he unbuttons her black blouse, pulling it away from her skin one button at a time. His fingers brush over a nipple, and she gasps and arches her back. He unzips her pants, and she lifts her hips so that he can slide them down her legs. He presses a kiss to her stomach and she shivers. Carefully, he slides a finger into her cunt and she mewls and breathes slowly as he moves inside of her.
She holds onto his arms, clutching at him, when she comes. He dips his head and licks at her and she shudders, and she looks at him and he’s not smiling but there’s something there. Something she can’t remember ever seeing in his eyes before.
He presses a kiss to her lips before he stands. She pulls herself up on her elbows, watching him.
“You’ll do fine on this case, Cameron.”
And she feels it, then. Feels how her eyes don’t burn now, and how her head has stopped throbbing. And how her chest feels lighter than it has in the past twenty-four hours.
House opens the door, begins to walk out. He looks at her from over his shoulder.
“You’re welcome.”
END