# 71 - caffeine - Cuddy/Cameron
Title: Fat and (Un)happy
Fandom: House
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Challenge: caffeine
Lisa Cuddy loves being pregnant.
There are, however, some things she's not so fond of. Stretch marks. Maternity clothes. Her back aching constantly. Her beloved high-heels, sacrificed on the altar of swollen ankles - meaning she's not only fat and uncomfortable, she's also two inches shorter and wearing ugly shoes.
'And what will it be today, Dr Cuddy?'
And that's another thing. Because what she wants, what she'd give almost anything for, is a double espresso, dark and rich, with enough caffeine to wake up a coma patient.
'Just the usual, thanks,' she says, and a few minutes later she's accepting her decaf soy latte and withholding a sigh.
'Sugar?' a polite voice inquires then.
Allison Cameron is standing at one end of the counter. Allison Cameron, all model good-looks and the figure to match, standing there with her shampoo-commercial hair and her sweet, earnest expression, holding out a packet of sweetener.
As if she wasn't feeling cranky and unattractive enough already.
Hell yes, she wants some damn sugar.
'Thanks,' she mutters, tearing, shaking and stirring vigorously.
Beside her, Cameron tosses her stirrer away and lifts her cup to her lips. It's strong and black and Cuddy can smell it, can practically taste it along with Cameron as she closes her eyes, savouring that first, blissful swallow.
And then there's the other thing about being pregnant. The hormones.
Because as Cameron licks a trace of liquid from her bottom lip and smiles, suddenly coffee is the last thing on her mind.
Title: Two Birds, One Stone
Fandom: House
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Challenge: caffeine
Cameron doesn't seem to know where to put her hands, they move hesitantly from Cuddy's shoulders to the tops of her thighs, notably passing over everything in between. And yes, it's slightly awkward, making out with her seven-and-a-half-month-pregnant belly getting in the way, but that's hardly her most pressing concern right now.
Pulling her lips away from Cameron's, withdrawing her hands from soft, glossy hair, she glances down at the coffee table, and the cup sitting there, forgotten.
'You barely touched it.'
'You didn't invite me in here for coffee. Obviously,' Cameron says.
'Actually?' Cuddy picks it up and holds it out to her. 'That's exactly what I did.'
Cameron blinks for a moment, and then a dawning smile creeps across her face. 'Okay.'
She takes the cup. Her eyes never leaving Cuddy's over the rim, she takes a long, slow mouthful. Then, just as slowly, she places the cup back on the table. Swallows.
And then Cuddy's tongue is in her mouth, sweeping through the warm depths, seeking to draw out every last hint of dark-roasted flavour. Cameron's mouth is hot, rich and bitter, and it is so, so good.
When Cuddy finally lets her go, Cameron leans back against the couch cushions, looking tousled and rather stunned.
Shrugging, Cuddy confides, 'I've been having the weirdest cravings lately.'
'Well,' Cameron replies, still slightly breathless, 'Let me know if you have any more. I'll be happy to help.'
Then, sitting forward, she reaches out and picks up the coffee again.
Fandom: House
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Challenge: caffeine
Lisa Cuddy loves being pregnant.
There are, however, some things she's not so fond of. Stretch marks. Maternity clothes. Her back aching constantly. Her beloved high-heels, sacrificed on the altar of swollen ankles - meaning she's not only fat and uncomfortable, she's also two inches shorter and wearing ugly shoes.
'And what will it be today, Dr Cuddy?'
And that's another thing. Because what she wants, what she'd give almost anything for, is a double espresso, dark and rich, with enough caffeine to wake up a coma patient.
'Just the usual, thanks,' she says, and a few minutes later she's accepting her decaf soy latte and withholding a sigh.
'Sugar?' a polite voice inquires then.
Allison Cameron is standing at one end of the counter. Allison Cameron, all model good-looks and the figure to match, standing there with her shampoo-commercial hair and her sweet, earnest expression, holding out a packet of sweetener.
As if she wasn't feeling cranky and unattractive enough already.
Hell yes, she wants some damn sugar.
'Thanks,' she mutters, tearing, shaking and stirring vigorously.
Beside her, Cameron tosses her stirrer away and lifts her cup to her lips. It's strong and black and Cuddy can smell it, can practically taste it along with Cameron as she closes her eyes, savouring that first, blissful swallow.
And then there's the other thing about being pregnant. The hormones.
Because as Cameron licks a trace of liquid from her bottom lip and smiles, suddenly coffee is the last thing on her mind.
Title: Two Birds, One Stone
Fandom: House
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Challenge: caffeine
Cameron doesn't seem to know where to put her hands, they move hesitantly from Cuddy's shoulders to the tops of her thighs, notably passing over everything in between. And yes, it's slightly awkward, making out with her seven-and-a-half-month-pregnant belly getting in the way, but that's hardly her most pressing concern right now.
Pulling her lips away from Cameron's, withdrawing her hands from soft, glossy hair, she glances down at the coffee table, and the cup sitting there, forgotten.
'You barely touched it.'
'You didn't invite me in here for coffee. Obviously,' Cameron says.
'Actually?' Cuddy picks it up and holds it out to her. 'That's exactly what I did.'
Cameron blinks for a moment, and then a dawning smile creeps across her face. 'Okay.'
She takes the cup. Her eyes never leaving Cuddy's over the rim, she takes a long, slow mouthful. Then, just as slowly, she places the cup back on the table. Swallows.
And then Cuddy's tongue is in her mouth, sweeping through the warm depths, seeking to draw out every last hint of dark-roasted flavour. Cameron's mouth is hot, rich and bitter, and it is so, so good.
When Cuddy finally lets her go, Cameron leans back against the couch cushions, looking tousled and rather stunned.
Shrugging, Cuddy confides, 'I've been having the weirdest cravings lately.'
'Well,' Cameron replies, still slightly breathless, 'Let me know if you have any more. I'll be happy to help.'
Then, sitting forward, she reaches out and picks up the coffee again.