House fic: the secret world of paintbrushes
Title: the secret world of paintbrushes (five kisses allison cameron never had. and one she had.)
Fandom: House
Characters/Pairings: Cameron, Cameron/other, Wilson/Cameron, House/Cameron, Chase/Cameron
Word Count: 503
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None. ♥
Summary: She doesn’t know how to stop kissing corners.
Author's Notes: For 5_nevers challenge. And For jovsg ♥ Because you’ve been fantastic to me. Even when I’m tipsy. *g* And damn, look at me. Three in one day. Going to sleep now.
A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know. Mistinguett, Theatre Arts, December 1955
1. “He made me go and get it,” Joe says quietly.
His fingers curl, ready to reach for her hand. Allison stares and stares and stares- but her gaze is blank and the bag, pink and red and store-bought between them, Happy Valentine’s Day! and she makes no move to touch it. She knows there’s a book inside, that it’s Victorian Love Letters (it should be volume six, six volumes for six years). But she doesn’t touch it.
“Thanks,” she pauses for the tremble. “Joe.”
She leans over and brushes her lips against the corner of his mouth. She doesn’t know how to stop kissing corners.
2. She meets Dr. Wilson her third year of medical school. He asks her to dance (after hitting on both her friends) and she says yes with that strange hitch in her voice- a little too breathlessly for her liking. It’s her second glass of wine that makes her flush when he pulls her a little too close. She starts to think about a night in a hotel room, moans and wet kisses brushing against her throat.
“What’s your name?” He asks, breathes, and slides his hand along her thigh. His fingers slip under her skirt.
She licks her lips once, cocking her head to the side. He’ll never remember, she tells herself. He’ll never remember her name.
So she kisses him hard and his fingers curling around her hips (there will be a mark, a memory). But she doesn’t care.
Later that night, he’ll moan Allison. And years later, it’s still be what he’ll call her.
3. She won’t know his name. New city. New job. But it’s an awful kiss, sloppy, and she’ll take a taxi home. She showers because he’ll smell like whiskey. And she hates the smell of whiskey.
4. House growls when she hiss a fuck off and a leave me alone because she wants to go home and she doesn’t want to stick around for round three hundred and something rather. No more circles. No more circles. She can’t take another run around of whatever the hell this is.
His fingers curl around her wrist and she almost stumbles, her hand slamming against the locker to steady the both of them. Her lips part and she’s ready to snap- she’s already snapping- but he takes one look at her and just crushes his mouth against hers.
It’s a harsh, vicious kiss and it pulls, god, it pulls at her and it’s not going to end. She sinks her teeth into his bottom lip and he growls again, falling into a moan.
It’s just another path. It’s got to be another push.
5. Chase tastes like scotch and chocolate pudding. She hates chocolate pudding. She’s here to say she’s sorry and really mean that she’s sorry. (She doesn’t remember much.) But he kisses her and she tastes the pudding- she wrinkles her nose when he pulls away.
1. She says goodbye, not I love you. And it’s a kiss to his forehead.
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Fandom: House
Characters/Pairings: Cameron, Cameron/other, Wilson/Cameron, House/Cameron, Chase/Cameron
Word Count: 503
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None. ♥
Summary: She doesn’t know how to stop kissing corners.
Author's Notes: For 5_nevers challenge. And For jovsg ♥ Because you’ve been fantastic to me. Even when I’m tipsy. *g* And damn, look at me. Three in one day. Going to sleep now.
A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know. Mistinguett, Theatre Arts, December 1955
1. “He made me go and get it,” Joe says quietly.
His fingers curl, ready to reach for her hand. Allison stares and stares and stares- but her gaze is blank and the bag, pink and red and store-bought between them, Happy Valentine’s Day! and she makes no move to touch it. She knows there’s a book inside, that it’s Victorian Love Letters (it should be volume six, six volumes for six years). But she doesn’t touch it.
“Thanks,” she pauses for the tremble. “Joe.”
She leans over and brushes her lips against the corner of his mouth. She doesn’t know how to stop kissing corners.
2. She meets Dr. Wilson her third year of medical school. He asks her to dance (after hitting on both her friends) and she says yes with that strange hitch in her voice- a little too breathlessly for her liking. It’s her second glass of wine that makes her flush when he pulls her a little too close. She starts to think about a night in a hotel room, moans and wet kisses brushing against her throat.
“What’s your name?” He asks, breathes, and slides his hand along her thigh. His fingers slip under her skirt.
She licks her lips once, cocking her head to the side. He’ll never remember, she tells herself. He’ll never remember her name.
So she kisses him hard and his fingers curling around her hips (there will be a mark, a memory). But she doesn’t care.
Later that night, he’ll moan Allison. And years later, it’s still be what he’ll call her.
3. She won’t know his name. New city. New job. But it’s an awful kiss, sloppy, and she’ll take a taxi home. She showers because he’ll smell like whiskey. And she hates the smell of whiskey.
4. House growls when she hiss a fuck off and a leave me alone because she wants to go home and she doesn’t want to stick around for round three hundred and something rather. No more circles. No more circles. She can’t take another run around of whatever the hell this is.
His fingers curl around her wrist and she almost stumbles, her hand slamming against the locker to steady the both of them. Her lips part and she’s ready to snap- she’s already snapping- but he takes one look at her and just crushes his mouth against hers.
It’s a harsh, vicious kiss and it pulls, god, it pulls at her and it’s not going to end. She sinks her teeth into his bottom lip and he growls again, falling into a moan.
It’s just another path. It’s got to be another push.
5. Chase tastes like scotch and chocolate pudding. She hates chocolate pudding. She’s here to say she’s sorry and really mean that she’s sorry. (She doesn’t remember much.) But he kisses her and she tastes the pudding- she wrinkles her nose when he pulls away.
1. She says goodbye, not I love you. And it’s a kiss to his forehead.
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