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TITLE: Evolution 7
AUTHOR: dragynflies
RATING: R
Pairing: House/Cameron
SUMMARY: “You didn’t even wake me up.”
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
The tension was palpable as Cameron pulled into her driveway and parked the car in the garage.
“This is it,” she said, mostly to fill the silence, and she waited until House had gotten out of the car to lock the car door and open the house, “Come on in, make yourself comfortable.”
Cameron disappeared into the kitchen while House made his way into her living room. It was…completely Cameron, if he was honest. Cream carpeting with beige furniture, blue accents. Light pine coffee table with matching end tables, and a little vase of flowers. Behind the couch was a toy box with Gracia’s name on it; Cameron obviously spoiled her little niece rotten.
Cameron returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, “Here,” she said, offering him a glass, “Were you hungry? I can make you something quick…”
He shrugged awkwardly, hating that he felt this out of his element. He couldn’t even think of anything to say, no teasing comments, no intellectual comments, hell, they couldn’t even talk about work anymore.
“So…Gracia’s your brother’s…” that wasn’t an answer to her question, but it was good enough for now.
“My brother’s daughter. Yes. They’re expecting another little girl in two months,” Cameron said, sinking down on the couch next to him, swirling the wine in her glass.
“Congrats,” House said, swallowing his wine and refilling the glass.
“Mmhmm.”
Five minutes passed in horrible silence. Cameron toyed with her wine glass, and House finished two more before he finally spoke again.
“You didn’t even wake me up.”
Cameron blinked wide eyes at him, “I…didn’t wake you up. That’s why it’s been 3 years since we’ve spoken? Because I didn’t wake you up.”
“You just left,” he said, unwilling to share the part where he’d called and called and then finally shown up at her apartment, a half hour too late.
“I…” Cameron opened her mouth to defend herself, then snapped it shut.
She had just left. She’d…assumed it was just sex for him, and she’d left. Written him a stupid note that she knew he wouldn’t see, and left.
“I did,” she mumbled, her free hand clenching the fabric of her dress pants, “I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t think and I just…assumed.”
“When you assume you make an ass out of you and me,” House grumbled, staring at the wine.
Several long, silent seconds ticked by before Cameron spoke, “It wasn’t just sex for you,” she said, like she’d just realized that.
“No,” he said simply, not sure what she wanted to hear. Not sure how much he wanted to share. It hadn’t been just sex, and three years was a long time to miss someone without taking any action.
“Oh,” she whispered, setting her wine glass on the table. He glanced up from the swirling liquid and did the same, the clink of the wine glass too loud in the quiet room.
Cameron slid her hand over his thigh, then twined her fingers with his. She stared at their joined hands, watched him run his thumb over the smooth skin of her hand.
“I think I screwed up,” she said, so softly he almost didn’t hear her.
“Yeah, we did,” he agreed, then turned his head just enough to capture her lips with his. The kiss caught Cameron off guard and she jumped in shock, but he slid his free hand up around the back of her neck, holding her to him as he kissed her. She whimpered, opening her mouth to him and he traced the contours of her mouth, remembering how she tasted and sounded and felt under his touch.
Cameron pulled back first, jumping away from him as though he was electrified. She brought a shaking hand to her lips, staring at him with wide eyes.
“It’s alright,” he said, scooting over closer to her again, “You know, I have already seen you naked.”
Cameron’s laugh was tense, “I have…my job here,” she stammered, “My family is here.”
House shook his head. Those were not things he wanted to discuss right then. Right then, he just wanted to grab her and kiss her and get his lips on as much of her skin as possible. He had three years to make up for, and he wasn’t interested in wasting time.
“Cameron,” he said, his voice rough, “Come here.”
She’d never been very good at disobeying him, and now was no exception. She closed the remaining gap between the two of them, watching him with dark eyes. When he grasped her hips and moved her so she was straddling his legs, she went willingly, hitching her leg over his damaged thigh and settling herself carefully in his lap.
“That’s better,” he said, wrapping his arms around her back to bring her closer to him. His lips moved to the soft skin of her shoulder, and he tugged the collar of her shirt away so he could reach more skin.
Cameron moaned prettily, tipping her head to the side to give him better access. His lips trailed over the curve of her neck, up over her cheek and back to her lips.
He closed his eyes and moved his fingers to twine in her hair. Kissing her felt like coming home and he could have kicked himself for being a stubborn ass for three long years. Three years that he could have had this, and he’d thrown it away because he was too stubborn to tell her.
“House,” she murmured, breaking away from the kiss and looking at him, “What is this?” Her voice was shaky, and he could feel her trembling in his lap, “We haven’t seen each other for three years. You track me down at a McDonald’s, thinking I have your daughter, then you come back to my house and now we’re,” she paused, taking a deep breath, “making the same mistakes we made three years ago.”
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he insisted, his hands warm on her hips, holding her close, “The mistake was what happened after. What I didn’t do was the mistake.”
That was more of an apology than she’d expected from him, and more than she really felt she deserved - the horrible miscommunication had been just as much her fault as his.
“What happens, then?” she asked, bringing more willing hands to cup the back of his neck, her fingers trailing through short, soft hair, “We live hours away from each other.”
He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her swollen lips, “I don’t know,” he said honestly, feeling horribly out of his element without some snide comment or teasing remark.
Cameron nodded, “Alright,” she said softly, and then finally kissed him back.
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Cameron woke up early the next morning, blinking open sleepy eyes in the pale light of the morning sun. She moved to roll over, but the heavy arm flung over her waist held her to the bed.
“No,” he grumbled, “Don’t even try it.”
Cameron smiled and waited for him to move his arm so she could roll over to face him, “I wasn’t going to get up,” she said, turning her head to his to kiss him good morning, “Though I could put some coffee on.”
House tipped his head to the side, cocking an eyebrow as if in thought. Several seconds ticked by, and then he shot her a dirty grin, “I have a better idea,” he said, and grabbed her around the hips, pulling her to lay on top of him, skin to skin.
She purred and wiggled, her smile widening as she leaned down to kiss him again, “You do, huh?” she teased, kissing over his rough cheeks and burrowing her head into the warm curve of his shoulder, leaving playful little bites.
It felt…perfect. Like their first morning after should have been. Nothing had been decided, nothing even discussed, but there was an ease between them now. That, despite the obstacles, something was going work out. They were going to work out.
“I see someone’s already awake,” Cameron said, then giggled.
“Cliché, Cameron,” House said, nonetheless tightening his grip on her, pulling her flush against his growing erection, “But accurate.”
“Well, I’d hate to leave you like this,” she said coyly, “You’ll want to concentrate for your speech, and what sort of doctor would I be if I just…ignored the problem?”
He chuckled lowly; Cameron couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard anything that sounded as perfect. She moved carefully, easily mindful of his thigh, until she was sitting, straddling him.
“Teasing is very mean,” House said, reaching up to brush a section of hair from her face, tucking the lock of brown behind her ear.
Cameron leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as his palm curved around her cheek. She sighed, taking a moment just to feel…feel his strong chest under her palms, his hand cupped against her cheek, the insistent press of him against her skin.
She blinked her eyes open as she grasped his length, slowly guiding him inside of her. She managed to keep them open as she sank down, letting him fill her, and watching his face was almost as satisfying as the feeling of him inside of her.
“Cameron,” he breathed, palming her silky thighs as she stilled, her legs braced on either side of him. She smiled down at him, fluttering her inner walls and watching his eyes close.
“I missed you,” she breathed, finally moving against him, leaning forward to kiss him. He reached for her again; it felt like he could never touch her enough. Like he had three years to make up for and he was starting right now.
“Me…too,” he panted, trying to keep his eyes open. He wanted to watch her, but it was so hard to keep them open when she felt like liquid silk around him.
“I’m glad…you…found me,” she gasped, fingernails clawing into his biceps as she rode him.
He stiffened under her, feeling his orgasm building and slide his hand between them, teasing at her clit with persistent fingers. She mewled his name, his first name, and came, tightening wonderfully around him. He followed seconds later, nearly biting through his lip as she sank onto him, pulling him deep inside her.
“Fuck, Allison,” he grunted, his fingers clenching tightly around the pale skin of her hips, his eyes slamming shut.
She sighed and laid down against his chest, tucking her head under his chin, content.
“Sorry it took so long,” he said in a voice she’d never heard. She was confused for a minute, and then remembered her earlier words. She gave him a gentle smile as she finally moved off him, tucking her body against his side.
“Better late then never.”
AUTHOR: dragynflies
RATING: R
Pairing: House/Cameron
SUMMARY: “You didn’t even wake me up.”
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
The tension was palpable as Cameron pulled into her driveway and parked the car in the garage.
“This is it,” she said, mostly to fill the silence, and she waited until House had gotten out of the car to lock the car door and open the house, “Come on in, make yourself comfortable.”
Cameron disappeared into the kitchen while House made his way into her living room. It was…completely Cameron, if he was honest. Cream carpeting with beige furniture, blue accents. Light pine coffee table with matching end tables, and a little vase of flowers. Behind the couch was a toy box with Gracia’s name on it; Cameron obviously spoiled her little niece rotten.
Cameron returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses, “Here,” she said, offering him a glass, “Were you hungry? I can make you something quick…”
He shrugged awkwardly, hating that he felt this out of his element. He couldn’t even think of anything to say, no teasing comments, no intellectual comments, hell, they couldn’t even talk about work anymore.
“So…Gracia’s your brother’s…” that wasn’t an answer to her question, but it was good enough for now.
“My brother’s daughter. Yes. They’re expecting another little girl in two months,” Cameron said, sinking down on the couch next to him, swirling the wine in her glass.
“Congrats,” House said, swallowing his wine and refilling the glass.
“Mmhmm.”
Five minutes passed in horrible silence. Cameron toyed with her wine glass, and House finished two more before he finally spoke again.
“You didn’t even wake me up.”
Cameron blinked wide eyes at him, “I…didn’t wake you up. That’s why it’s been 3 years since we’ve spoken? Because I didn’t wake you up.”
“You just left,” he said, unwilling to share the part where he’d called and called and then finally shown up at her apartment, a half hour too late.
“I…” Cameron opened her mouth to defend herself, then snapped it shut.
She had just left. She’d…assumed it was just sex for him, and she’d left. Written him a stupid note that she knew he wouldn’t see, and left.
“I did,” she mumbled, her free hand clenching the fabric of her dress pants, “I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t think and I just…assumed.”
“When you assume you make an ass out of you and me,” House grumbled, staring at the wine.
Several long, silent seconds ticked by before Cameron spoke, “It wasn’t just sex for you,” she said, like she’d just realized that.
“No,” he said simply, not sure what she wanted to hear. Not sure how much he wanted to share. It hadn’t been just sex, and three years was a long time to miss someone without taking any action.
“Oh,” she whispered, setting her wine glass on the table. He glanced up from the swirling liquid and did the same, the clink of the wine glass too loud in the quiet room.
Cameron slid her hand over his thigh, then twined her fingers with his. She stared at their joined hands, watched him run his thumb over the smooth skin of her hand.
“I think I screwed up,” she said, so softly he almost didn’t hear her.
“Yeah, we did,” he agreed, then turned his head just enough to capture her lips with his. The kiss caught Cameron off guard and she jumped in shock, but he slid his free hand up around the back of her neck, holding her to him as he kissed her. She whimpered, opening her mouth to him and he traced the contours of her mouth, remembering how she tasted and sounded and felt under his touch.
Cameron pulled back first, jumping away from him as though he was electrified. She brought a shaking hand to her lips, staring at him with wide eyes.
“It’s alright,” he said, scooting over closer to her again, “You know, I have already seen you naked.”
Cameron’s laugh was tense, “I have…my job here,” she stammered, “My family is here.”
House shook his head. Those were not things he wanted to discuss right then. Right then, he just wanted to grab her and kiss her and get his lips on as much of her skin as possible. He had three years to make up for, and he wasn’t interested in wasting time.
“Cameron,” he said, his voice rough, “Come here.”
She’d never been very good at disobeying him, and now was no exception. She closed the remaining gap between the two of them, watching him with dark eyes. When he grasped her hips and moved her so she was straddling his legs, she went willingly, hitching her leg over his damaged thigh and settling herself carefully in his lap.
“That’s better,” he said, wrapping his arms around her back to bring her closer to him. His lips moved to the soft skin of her shoulder, and he tugged the collar of her shirt away so he could reach more skin.
Cameron moaned prettily, tipping her head to the side to give him better access. His lips trailed over the curve of her neck, up over her cheek and back to her lips.
He closed his eyes and moved his fingers to twine in her hair. Kissing her felt like coming home and he could have kicked himself for being a stubborn ass for three long years. Three years that he could have had this, and he’d thrown it away because he was too stubborn to tell her.
“House,” she murmured, breaking away from the kiss and looking at him, “What is this?” Her voice was shaky, and he could feel her trembling in his lap, “We haven’t seen each other for three years. You track me down at a McDonald’s, thinking I have your daughter, then you come back to my house and now we’re,” she paused, taking a deep breath, “making the same mistakes we made three years ago.”
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he insisted, his hands warm on her hips, holding her close, “The mistake was what happened after. What I didn’t do was the mistake.”
That was more of an apology than she’d expected from him, and more than she really felt she deserved - the horrible miscommunication had been just as much her fault as his.
“What happens, then?” she asked, bringing more willing hands to cup the back of his neck, her fingers trailing through short, soft hair, “We live hours away from each other.”
He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on her swollen lips, “I don’t know,” he said honestly, feeling horribly out of his element without some snide comment or teasing remark.
Cameron nodded, “Alright,” she said softly, and then finally kissed him back.
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Cameron woke up early the next morning, blinking open sleepy eyes in the pale light of the morning sun. She moved to roll over, but the heavy arm flung over her waist held her to the bed.
“No,” he grumbled, “Don’t even try it.”
Cameron smiled and waited for him to move his arm so she could roll over to face him, “I wasn’t going to get up,” she said, turning her head to his to kiss him good morning, “Though I could put some coffee on.”
House tipped his head to the side, cocking an eyebrow as if in thought. Several seconds ticked by, and then he shot her a dirty grin, “I have a better idea,” he said, and grabbed her around the hips, pulling her to lay on top of him, skin to skin.
She purred and wiggled, her smile widening as she leaned down to kiss him again, “You do, huh?” she teased, kissing over his rough cheeks and burrowing her head into the warm curve of his shoulder, leaving playful little bites.
It felt…perfect. Like their first morning after should have been. Nothing had been decided, nothing even discussed, but there was an ease between them now. That, despite the obstacles, something was going work out. They were going to work out.
“I see someone’s already awake,” Cameron said, then giggled.
“Cliché, Cameron,” House said, nonetheless tightening his grip on her, pulling her flush against his growing erection, “But accurate.”
“Well, I’d hate to leave you like this,” she said coyly, “You’ll want to concentrate for your speech, and what sort of doctor would I be if I just…ignored the problem?”
He chuckled lowly; Cameron couldn’t remember the last time she’d heard anything that sounded as perfect. She moved carefully, easily mindful of his thigh, until she was sitting, straddling him.
“Teasing is very mean,” House said, reaching up to brush a section of hair from her face, tucking the lock of brown behind her ear.
Cameron leaned into his touch, closing her eyes as his palm curved around her cheek. She sighed, taking a moment just to feel…feel his strong chest under her palms, his hand cupped against her cheek, the insistent press of him against her skin.
She blinked her eyes open as she grasped his length, slowly guiding him inside of her. She managed to keep them open as she sank down, letting him fill her, and watching his face was almost as satisfying as the feeling of him inside of her.
“Cameron,” he breathed, palming her silky thighs as she stilled, her legs braced on either side of him. She smiled down at him, fluttering her inner walls and watching his eyes close.
“I missed you,” she breathed, finally moving against him, leaning forward to kiss him. He reached for her again; it felt like he could never touch her enough. Like he had three years to make up for and he was starting right now.
“Me…too,” he panted, trying to keep his eyes open. He wanted to watch her, but it was so hard to keep them open when she felt like liquid silk around him.
“I’m glad…you…found me,” she gasped, fingernails clawing into his biceps as she rode him.
He stiffened under her, feeling his orgasm building and slide his hand between them, teasing at her clit with persistent fingers. She mewled his name, his first name, and came, tightening wonderfully around him. He followed seconds later, nearly biting through his lip as she sank onto him, pulling him deep inside her.
“Fuck, Allison,” he grunted, his fingers clenching tightly around the pale skin of her hips, his eyes slamming shut.
She sighed and laid down against his chest, tucking her head under his chin, content.
“Sorry it took so long,” he said in a voice she’d never heard. She was confused for a minute, and then remembered her earlier words. She gave him a gentle smile as she finally moved off him, tucking her body against his side.
“Better late then never.”