Insomnia-Part 9- Vacation Day 2- Suggestions
I think this is cute one! Hope you all enjoy it...the next update shall be very steamy...promise!
They ate that evening mostly silent. When it had become too quiet to disguise any intimacy, House ran loops in his diagnostically mad mind. They were in the front room acting far too casual for how dressed up they both were for the evening. Clearly, House had thought there might be an evening out, but things between them were moving quickly. He tried to blot this blaring fact out. Out loud, almost to himself, he speculated on the causes and effects of rare bone diseases in between bites of pita bread generously dipped in hummus. On the other side of the room, a Styrofoam container on her satin dressed knees, Cameron avidly listened interjecting her thoughts only where she thought necessary between bites of mushroom and brown rice.
House felt comfotable when he could default to this intellectual distance with her. He had put a part of himself out there that he didn't even know if it quite belonged out there, yet. But he wasn't arguing anymore with, at least, desire. When there was synchronisity in how they spoke, House would smile. She would catch glimpses of his smiles and feel his very wary eyes were reeling her in only deeper toward a dark and complicated conclusion to the evening. Hopefully, Cameron thought, they had avoided this earlier.
"I should be getting home. It's late," Cameron said finally. The quiet between them settled in again with no problems. House rustled around some white bags, folded up the tin foiled pita bread, and sat up on the couch. He didn't quite look at her.
House scoffed. "Forget it. It's midnight almost. No wonder though with the way you drag on and on with your differentials on Gorham's."
Cameron had been mostly quiet and polite for the duration of his self-indulgent diatribes. His remark wasn't on solid ground. So, she shook him up.
"Well, you're right Greg. I really do talk a lot. Maybe we should talk about that?" Allison asked rhetorically. House snapped his head and pointed at her.
"Oh you! You're talking about me? Aren't you?"
"No, the other Greg, who poured his soul out to me earlier and admired me."
"Snappy! Must be tired. I wouldn't want you to let me deny you your beauty sleep. Besides, I am still your nurse maid. You're welcome to take my bed." House's eyes were steel. His tone was insistent.
Cameron's eyes darted to the side. She brought out her arms wide and cocked her head while chewing some food.
"You want me to stay? No pushing away?" Allison asked. She was genuinely surprised at House's behavior.
"Don't get too excited all at once," House said. He brought his legs up on the couch, stretched a little, and then rocked his head on the arm of the couch to support his neck upright.
"Don't worry. I won't get too out of control. I promise," she said, causing a strange hush to overcome the room. Cameron put her food container on the floor. She sighed deeply, snuggled her legs underneath herself, and nestled into his arm chair. She leaned her head back.
"I don't even have a change of clothes," she said quietly.
"Wear mine," House said, without thinking.
"Well, that's not suggestive," Cameron said sarcastically.
"What isn't suggestive by this point?" House asked Cameron.
"Well there is suggestive and then there is suggestive."
"Yes, I think I know what you're talking about. Sort of the difference between a teen super model and an adult super model," House said.
House paused to think on his statement. Cameron watched him with folded arms smiling at his self-analysis. He dangled a finger in the air and marked an imaginary chalk board. "Scratch that. No difference."
Cameron's voice dropped a little. "I can't believe were even here. I mean, I tried avoiding anything like this."
"Yeah!" House exclaimed, "Ditto!"
Cameron's face drooped hurt. "You need not be too honest...for once."
"Well, neither you," House said firmly. She scanned him quickly. He was fidgetting with his hands and had exhaled in a huff. Were his feelings hurt?
"You're feeling are hurt," Cameron stated. She was confused with her understanding of him. Honestly, she was more astounded than anything. Cameron could actually illicit a response out of him that felt genuine on first sight.
House brought himself off the couch and laboriously leaned over for his cane. It never failed worrying Allison when she saw him bent over impotent. He grabbed his cane.
"Amazing observation. I better give the woman a prize," House said smartly.
Cameron cocked her head inward as House disappeared out of his front room. She imagined he was just pulling another game on him. She could play along and bite back with concern, which always threw him. But every time she regretted saying something harsh, he would just go down hard on her for apologizing.
If this was happening, whatever It was for them both...she wasn't rolling over easy at every turn.
She jumped in her seat when she felt something land on her knees. It was a cornflower blue dress shirt. It had white buttons on it. She had seen him wear it at work before, but not often.
"See, just a suggestion. Hopefully, not too suggestive. It's something a little more comfortable than a dress to sleep in."
"Thanks, but--"
"Oh, stop hesitating. You'll make me cry!" House yelped sardonically. Cameron drew her knees in tight, relaxing them, tensing them and then opened them up slightly as she explored his shirt. House swallowed awkwardly, hid his blush with a scratch to his cheek, and glanced at the floor.
"Stay. I have plans for us tomorrow."
Allison massaged the collar of his shirt with a playful thumb as she gazed at his discomfort.
"Alright. But no after midnight attacks. I know you stayed at my place."
"But that was different since it was your place and you felt safer there," House said, with a dip of his head. "Besides, I'm a man of honor."
She stood up and held the shirt against her chest. "Honor? Thieves claim honor."
"Well, you might have stolen my heart," House said. He closed in on her with snake eyes.
"Stolen eh?" Cameron asked tentatively. House took a step back as she leaned her head toward his chest.
"Heart doesn't seem missing to me. I hear a beat. See?" She took his hand and placed it on his chest. He watched her while she did this with lusty eyes.
"You're right." It was all House could manage to say.
"Good night, Greg," Allison said.
She walked away. He ushered her to his bedroom and closed the door. He heard her lock the door and smiled. Tomorrow, he was going to blow her mind.
They ate that evening mostly silent. When it had become too quiet to disguise any intimacy, House ran loops in his diagnostically mad mind. They were in the front room acting far too casual for how dressed up they both were for the evening. Clearly, House had thought there might be an evening out, but things between them were moving quickly. He tried to blot this blaring fact out. Out loud, almost to himself, he speculated on the causes and effects of rare bone diseases in between bites of pita bread generously dipped in hummus. On the other side of the room, a Styrofoam container on her satin dressed knees, Cameron avidly listened interjecting her thoughts only where she thought necessary between bites of mushroom and brown rice.
House felt comfotable when he could default to this intellectual distance with her. He had put a part of himself out there that he didn't even know if it quite belonged out there, yet. But he wasn't arguing anymore with, at least, desire. When there was synchronisity in how they spoke, House would smile. She would catch glimpses of his smiles and feel his very wary eyes were reeling her in only deeper toward a dark and complicated conclusion to the evening. Hopefully, Cameron thought, they had avoided this earlier.
"I should be getting home. It's late," Cameron said finally. The quiet between them settled in again with no problems. House rustled around some white bags, folded up the tin foiled pita bread, and sat up on the couch. He didn't quite look at her.
House scoffed. "Forget it. It's midnight almost. No wonder though with the way you drag on and on with your differentials on Gorham's."
Cameron had been mostly quiet and polite for the duration of his self-indulgent diatribes. His remark wasn't on solid ground. So, she shook him up.
"Well, you're right Greg. I really do talk a lot. Maybe we should talk about that?" Allison asked rhetorically. House snapped his head and pointed at her.
"Oh you! You're talking about me? Aren't you?"
"No, the other Greg, who poured his soul out to me earlier and admired me."
"Snappy! Must be tired. I wouldn't want you to let me deny you your beauty sleep. Besides, I am still your nurse maid. You're welcome to take my bed." House's eyes were steel. His tone was insistent.
Cameron's eyes darted to the side. She brought out her arms wide and cocked her head while chewing some food.
"You want me to stay? No pushing away?" Allison asked. She was genuinely surprised at House's behavior.
"Don't get too excited all at once," House said. He brought his legs up on the couch, stretched a little, and then rocked his head on the arm of the couch to support his neck upright.
"Don't worry. I won't get too out of control. I promise," she said, causing a strange hush to overcome the room. Cameron put her food container on the floor. She sighed deeply, snuggled her legs underneath herself, and nestled into his arm chair. She leaned her head back.
"I don't even have a change of clothes," she said quietly.
"Wear mine," House said, without thinking.
"Well, that's not suggestive," Cameron said sarcastically.
"What isn't suggestive by this point?" House asked Cameron.
"Well there is suggestive and then there is suggestive."
"Yes, I think I know what you're talking about. Sort of the difference between a teen super model and an adult super model," House said.
House paused to think on his statement. Cameron watched him with folded arms smiling at his self-analysis. He dangled a finger in the air and marked an imaginary chalk board. "Scratch that. No difference."
Cameron's voice dropped a little. "I can't believe were even here. I mean, I tried avoiding anything like this."
"Yeah!" House exclaimed, "Ditto!"
Cameron's face drooped hurt. "You need not be too honest...for once."
"Well, neither you," House said firmly. She scanned him quickly. He was fidgetting with his hands and had exhaled in a huff. Were his feelings hurt?
"You're feeling are hurt," Cameron stated. She was confused with her understanding of him. Honestly, she was more astounded than anything. Cameron could actually illicit a response out of him that felt genuine on first sight.
House brought himself off the couch and laboriously leaned over for his cane. It never failed worrying Allison when she saw him bent over impotent. He grabbed his cane.
"Amazing observation. I better give the woman a prize," House said smartly.
Cameron cocked her head inward as House disappeared out of his front room. She imagined he was just pulling another game on him. She could play along and bite back with concern, which always threw him. But every time she regretted saying something harsh, he would just go down hard on her for apologizing.
If this was happening, whatever It was for them both...she wasn't rolling over easy at every turn.
She jumped in her seat when she felt something land on her knees. It was a cornflower blue dress shirt. It had white buttons on it. She had seen him wear it at work before, but not often.
"See, just a suggestion. Hopefully, not too suggestive. It's something a little more comfortable than a dress to sleep in."
"Thanks, but--"
"Oh, stop hesitating. You'll make me cry!" House yelped sardonically. Cameron drew her knees in tight, relaxing them, tensing them and then opened them up slightly as she explored his shirt. House swallowed awkwardly, hid his blush with a scratch to his cheek, and glanced at the floor.
"Stay. I have plans for us tomorrow."
Allison massaged the collar of his shirt with a playful thumb as she gazed at his discomfort.
"Alright. But no after midnight attacks. I know you stayed at my place."
"But that was different since it was your place and you felt safer there," House said, with a dip of his head. "Besides, I'm a man of honor."
She stood up and held the shirt against her chest. "Honor? Thieves claim honor."
"Well, you might have stolen my heart," House said. He closed in on her with snake eyes.
"Stolen eh?" Cameron asked tentatively. House took a step back as she leaned her head toward his chest.
"Heart doesn't seem missing to me. I hear a beat. See?" She took his hand and placed it on his chest. He watched her while she did this with lusty eyes.
"You're right." It was all House could manage to say.
"Good night, Greg," Allison said.
She walked away. He ushered her to his bedroom and closed the door. He heard her lock the door and smiled. Tomorrow, he was going to blow her mind.