Fic: Burning down the House.
Title: Burning down the House
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: K+
Chapters: 4/20
Summary: Sequel to 'Love was made for fools like us'. This one is going to be about the relationship of our couples Hameron and Wuddy . Slight Grey's Anatomy crossover because it's also a pre-quel to my third fic, which will be a GA/House crossover. R&R please!
Fightin' fire with fire.
House got home and hoped he’d smell nice food. He loved it so much to come home after a long day and see his girl standing in the kitchen making food with all the love she carries for him. But when he arrived home, he smelled nothing. Not a single thing.
He entered the apartment and saw nobody home. “Where is she?” House tried to remember if she was on call tonight, but he didn’t think so. He checked with the schedule on his fridge and no, she wasn’t on call. Next to her schedule he found a note. I’m off to the Chinese, I’ll bring back some of your favourite. Love, Cam. She signed Cam. Something is bothering her. He felt his stomach make a knot. She wanted tot talk about the apartment.
After he left Wilson, he was too busy to be able to think about the problem. For him it was clear: he’d never leave his apartment. He loved it too damn much. His thoughts were broken by Cameron arriving home. She lighted up when she saw him, good sign he thought.
“Hey Sweety, I brought your favourite and,” she took something out of the bag “I hired Titanic!”
“Titanic?”
“Yeah, I love this movie!” Cameron smiled broadly when she saw House’s face drop. She so had him there! He wouldn’t say no.
“Uh, okay.”
She took 2 plates and prepared the dinner and brought their trays with beer. When she arrived, she sat next to House, so that she could lean on him. House could almost not eat, that much space Cameron was taking. She ate and looked at the tv with a certain gaze. She knew House was watching her and that he was probably irritated. But that, of course, was her aim. She wanted to, ever so subtly, point out they could use more space for bigger for a sofa.
He knew it was all about having more space. He knew he shouldn’t care if she was trying to push him to talk about it. She stayed concentrated on the movie all along. He couldn’t even eat or fall asleep. She was all over him. He wouldn’t mind this normally, but .. When she got up to put the tray’s back into the kitchen, he took his chance and positioned himself in the middle of the couch and took the remote. He flipped trough the channels and found gravedigger.
From the kitchen, Cameron noticed the change of channels. He didn’t seem too upset about not sitting well or watching Titanic. She had to get to the next level. She wondered what she could do now. She saw her reflection on the door of the fridge and smirked. She was wearing low rider jeans and a red tank top. She loosened her hair some and put on her sexiest grin. She walked over to the couch and stood there, watching gravedigger. She felt a pair of eyes check her out, but never looked back. She silently sat next to him, leaning on her knees as she was sitting. She knew his eyes were off the tv, so she leaned back, against the back of the couch, not bothering to look at him. She felt the tension rise, the heat build up.
Then came the commercial. She sighed and turned around to face him. His piercing blue eyes were on her. They were full of lust. She shoved on his lap, facing him. She never stopped looking while she moved.
Without a warning, he reached up and quickly kissed her. It was a soft kiss. Almost a promise for more. His eyes were still in hers lust growing within them. She crashed her lips on his again, roughly messing with his hair. His hands were on her back, travelling upwards under her shirt. His lips licked hers, asking for entrance. She parted and willingly allowed him in. Their tongues smashed together. Soon, they were breathless and had to part.
“So, you’d think that by now, you’d have begged to have a bigger couch.”
“We can do a lot on this one already …”
“Oh, but we could do so much more …”
All wet hey you might need a raincoat
Shakedown dreams walking in broad daylight
Three hun-dred six-ty five de-grees
Burning down the house
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