muse_shuffle: June Disc Two
Track 4. Oh, yeah, you stand // For every known abuse that I've ever seen my way through // Don't I wish I knew better by now? // Well I think I'm starting so. (Beth Orton - 'Stolen Car')
VERSE: CANON (EPISODIC) - House, M.D. Episode 2x07 "Hunting"
He pulled back, still breathing heavily as he became aware of the aroma of hungry and heavy sex that passed between them. He wet his lips and stared down at her from where he was hovering above her, his weight held up on his hands braced either side of her head. It was almost like slow motion as held the condom in place and withdrew from her with a shaky exhalation to sit back on his haunches.
His blue eyes were locked on her dilated green ones and her lips spread into a wicked, indulgent smile as she stretched against her lilac pillow and emitted a satiated moan followed by an almost mocking laugh.
She was still high.
“I should go,” he muttered, pulling the condom off and tying it off to avoid a mess. He moved to the side of the bed and looked around for a bin, which he found beside her nightstand. He tossed the used sliver of latex into it and stooped to start collecting his clothes which were strewn messily around her bedroom.
“Oh, come on, Chase. Fuck me again. You know you liked it,” she taunted, her eyes still wild and sharp.
As far as he was concerned, whether he liked it or not wasn’t the point. The point was 1) he had just given into desire and fucked his work mate, and 2) he’d fucked his work mate when she was shit-faced, and she was shit-faced because she’d just suffered a trauma. He closed his eyes briefly in shame and turned away as he pulled his now creased and rumpled shirt on and started to button it up. “It was a mistake. I should go,” he repeated.
“Didn’t sound like you thought it was a mistake ten minutes ago when you were moaning my name and running your lips across my tits,” she pushed back and sat up, seemingly indifferent that she was sitting there in front of her colleague completely naked and sprawled not-so-innocently across the sheets they’d just had sex on. She waved her hand and snorted. “Oh fucking piss off then. I’ll find myself a real man…” Another smirk punctuated. “I should give House a call,” she added lightly, running her hand up her torso suggestively.
He paused in his dressing, a flicker of anger sparking inside him. When he continued with his buttons, the motions were more jerky and purposeful. “You do that,” he bit out and scooped up his jacket. He turned back to her. If this was any other one night stand, he’d probably thank her and be on his merry way. But it was Cameron and he didn’t feel grateful to her, he just felt… sympathy. Sympathy, and disappointment in himself because he should’ve known better. Typical male, a girl comes onto him and waves sex in his face and he’s all over her like she’s a dog in heat.
It should never have happened.
And it was certainly not going to happen again.
“We’re not going to tell anyone about this,” he told her, roughly zipping his jeans up and pulling on his jacket. “Especially not House.”
She just continued to smirk at him, swaying slightly from the effects of the drugs and looking like she was having difficulty focusing on him. When she didn’t say anything to confirm or deny his statement, he just shook his head and moved for the door. “See you at work,” he mumbled and left with slam of the door closed behind him.
- Cameron referred to is allison_md's canon verse muse and used with permission
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VERSE: CANON (EPISODIC) - House, M.D. Episode 2x07 "Hunting"
He pulled back, still breathing heavily as he became aware of the aroma of hungry and heavy sex that passed between them. He wet his lips and stared down at her from where he was hovering above her, his weight held up on his hands braced either side of her head. It was almost like slow motion as held the condom in place and withdrew from her with a shaky exhalation to sit back on his haunches.
His blue eyes were locked on her dilated green ones and her lips spread into a wicked, indulgent smile as she stretched against her lilac pillow and emitted a satiated moan followed by an almost mocking laugh.
She was still high.
“I should go,” he muttered, pulling the condom off and tying it off to avoid a mess. He moved to the side of the bed and looked around for a bin, which he found beside her nightstand. He tossed the used sliver of latex into it and stooped to start collecting his clothes which were strewn messily around her bedroom.
“Oh, come on, Chase. Fuck me again. You know you liked it,” she taunted, her eyes still wild and sharp.
As far as he was concerned, whether he liked it or not wasn’t the point. The point was 1) he had just given into desire and fucked his work mate, and 2) he’d fucked his work mate when she was shit-faced, and she was shit-faced because she’d just suffered a trauma. He closed his eyes briefly in shame and turned away as he pulled his now creased and rumpled shirt on and started to button it up. “It was a mistake. I should go,” he repeated.
“Didn’t sound like you thought it was a mistake ten minutes ago when you were moaning my name and running your lips across my tits,” she pushed back and sat up, seemingly indifferent that she was sitting there in front of her colleague completely naked and sprawled not-so-innocently across the sheets they’d just had sex on. She waved her hand and snorted. “Oh fucking piss off then. I’ll find myself a real man…” Another smirk punctuated. “I should give House a call,” she added lightly, running her hand up her torso suggestively.
He paused in his dressing, a flicker of anger sparking inside him. When he continued with his buttons, the motions were more jerky and purposeful. “You do that,” he bit out and scooped up his jacket. He turned back to her. If this was any other one night stand, he’d probably thank her and be on his merry way. But it was Cameron and he didn’t feel grateful to her, he just felt… sympathy. Sympathy, and disappointment in himself because he should’ve known better. Typical male, a girl comes onto him and waves sex in his face and he’s all over her like she’s a dog in heat.
It should never have happened.
And it was certainly not going to happen again.
“We’re not going to tell anyone about this,” he told her, roughly zipping his jeans up and pulling on his jacket. “Especially not House.”
She just continued to smirk at him, swaying slightly from the effects of the drugs and looking like she was having difficulty focusing on him. When she didn’t say anything to confirm or deny his statement, he just shook his head and moved for the door. “See you at work,” he mumbled and left with slam of the door closed behind him.
- Cameron referred to is allison_md's canon verse muse and used with permission
Words | 584