Taste Of Tears (Thirteen/Cameron)
A/N - Got randomly inspired by the song Taste Of Tears by Cauterize and decided to post it...*gulps and hides*
Disclaimer: Song belongs to Cauterize and House M.D belongs to Fox etc etc. If it belonged to me, they would soooo be together by now xD
Cameron/Thirteen Pairing
Thirteen POV.
I rolled onto my side, trying to block out the continuous knocking on my door, groaning as the clock flashed mockingly at me, 3:13am. I pulled a pillow over my head, trying to drown out the sound and hoping the soft pitter-patter of the rain outside would lull me back to sleep, but it was no use. I sighed before jumping out of bed, trying not to flinch at the cold and grabbed my robe, slipping it on before walking to the door.
Standing on my doorstep in the rain
Make-up running down your face
You look so good right now
It’s bittersweet that you run to me
I yanked open the door forcefully, by now I was severely annoyed. My eyes bugged and my annoyance fled when I saw Cameron standing there, tears running down her face, her make-up smeared, but she still looked gorgeous. ‘No! She’s engaged!’ I thought to harshly.
“Cameron..?” I asked hesitantly, she hadn’t spoken a word since I’d opened the door, just stared at me. Her tears never stopped flowing. I wanted to comfort her, but knew I couldn’t.
Finally, after long minutes of silence, she sniffled, “Can I come in?” I blinked, unable to say anything; I moved aside and gestured for her to enter. She smiled sadly and gratefully as she walked past me, brushing against me slightly. I nearly jumped her right then. Gulping I closed the door and walked to where she was now standing, in my living room, staring at the floor.
I was trying to think of something to say to her, anything, but I couldn’t. I hadn’t seen much of Aly, Oh, Cameron now. I call her Cameron. It’s just …easier and less painful. Helps suppress the memories. Shyeah right. Like I could actually stop thinking about her. I dragged myself out of my thoughts when I saw her move towards the biggest window in my apartment. Her favorite window.
It seemed like my breath just got sucked out of me at the sight of her, standing by her window, tears still trickled down her cheeks, contrasting beautifully with the rain still falling heavily outside, it was like the heavens were weeping with her..or for her. I felt so helpless. I loathed feeling helpless, I already had enough of it in my life. But I wasn’t going to think about that now; I was going to focus on Aly and why she was here. Damn I did it again. Sigh.
Show me where it hurts.
Show me what love's done to you.
You had to be so strong and I had to be so useless.
I'm always fuckin' useless, useless without you.
“Cam?” I kept my voice soft, not wanting to scare her, she looked shaken enough. I realized my mistake when I saw her flinch, she didn’t like me calling her by her surname, we’d been through too much for that.
We both didn’t say anything for a while, all that could be heard was the rain, it hadn’t slowed at all. “I’m so confused, Rem.” I was startled to hear her voice, however soft, cut through the silence. It was strange seeing her like this, she only ever cried when something was seriously wrong.
“Confused about what?” I honestly, for once, didn’t know what she was talking about. I could usually read Aly like a book, but right now, her voice and her stance didn’t give anything away, and I couldn’t see her eyes, I could always tell what she was thinking by her eyes.
Tears ran down your face like rain on the window you were looking out.
What were you looking for?
“About everything. You. Me. Chase. It’s so confusing.” She choked out; she was still facing the window, which frustrated me. I thought about comforting her, I almost reached my hand out, but snapped it back at the mention of her fiancée, putting them in my pockets where they couldn’t do any damage. Emotional damage that is.
“Al, it’s late…or early, whatever. And I don’t fully understand what’s going on here. Your gonna have to help me a little.” I let out a tired sigh. She turned finally and looked at me, as much as I hated seeing her in any sort of pain, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything.
“I don’t think I’m going to marry Chase.” Her eyes never strayed from mine, showing me how serious she was.
“Why?” I didn’t think she heard me I said it so low, my voice just wouldn’t work properly, most likely due to shock.
She moved towards me and I just stood there, frozen. She stopped mere millimeters from me, I could feel her breath on my lips and my god it was intoxicating. Her eyes never left mine. “You..” She whispered softly, her lips slightly brushing against mine, my eyes closed involuntary at the contact, and it took all my willpower, every single fiber in my body to not lean forward, somehow I resisted.
I slowly opened my eyes, afraid that when I did, she’d be gone. I expected to find her eyes on mine, but instead her gaze was locked on my lips. My heart racing, I sucked in a breath, scared that if I moved, I’d come into contact with her, and that couldn’t happen.
I need this, just one kiss, a gentle touch, your sweet caress.
Screw it. I leaned forward and practically attacked her lips; her hands weaved into my hair as my hands grabs her hips, pushing her back until she hits the window she was just looking out of. The kiss is not gentle at all, it’s rough and hard, lips and teeth clashing together, biting and nipping and I could taste the saltiness of her tears running down her cheeks into our open mouths. God I forgot how good kissing her felt.
I hate myself for needing this.
I love our twisted little mess.
I know it's wrong but it just feels right.
The taste of tears is bittersweet tonight.
The first time we kissed was when her and Chase went on a ‘break’ after he first proposed and she was confused. I was there, to comfort her, to be anything she needed really. I gave her everything, except the one thing she needed to hear. She had Chase to say ‘I love you’, and she knew before we ‘got together’ that I was an emotional cripple. I couldn’t say those words to her, even if I did feel them. We stayed together for a few months. The best months of my life actually. And then one day..it was over. And her and Chase were back making mooneyes at each other. I wasn’t pissed, worse than that, I was hurt. But somehow I knew it wouldn’t last.
She grinded against me, moaning and wanting more contact. I pushed her more forcefully into the window. Thankfully it was re-enforced; otherwise we would have gone right through. She groaned, whether in pain or pleasure I didn’t really care. I was kissing her again. That’s all that mattered. One of her hands started moving erratically over my body while the other cupped my face, making sure I kept kissing her. Like I could actually stop.
We pulled apart, breathing heavily, chests heaving. Her eyes were glazed over with lust. I’m sure mine were too.
I'm scared as hell.
It's about time that I tell you all the things that you should know.
All the things I'm too scared to show.
I need you, I bleed you, I would give up breathing for you,
If you would take my breath and hold it in.
I suddenly know why she’s here. She wants me to tell her I love her, tell her not to marry Chase. I gulp at the thought. She looked at me, realizing I knew. She moved both hands to hold my face, looking into my eyes. I felt like crying all of sudden, the look in her eyes let me know she felt it too, but my fear held me back. I know I’ll loose her for good if I don’t tell her.
We stand there, staring at each other, her with love and understanding in her eyes, and me with complete and utter fear. I could see she understood, but she still needed to hear it, so she waited.
“Why do you want me?” I’m startled by the question as it passes my lips. But still wanted to know the answer.
“Because Robert is..safe, comforting, and a good friend. But he’s not you. And I need you.” I knew it was a lot for her to admit that, and she wanted me to open up in the same way, I just hope I can.
My heart will break my ribs if I hold this in.
I must confess.
A/N: Comment / review if you wanna, but try not to be harsh (:
I don't have a beta so sorry if it sucks.
Disclaimer: Song belongs to Cauterize and House M.D belongs to Fox etc etc. If it belonged to me, they would soooo be together by now xD
Cameron/Thirteen Pairing
Thirteen POV.
I rolled onto my side, trying to block out the continuous knocking on my door, groaning as the clock flashed mockingly at me, 3:13am. I pulled a pillow over my head, trying to drown out the sound and hoping the soft pitter-patter of the rain outside would lull me back to sleep, but it was no use. I sighed before jumping out of bed, trying not to flinch at the cold and grabbed my robe, slipping it on before walking to the door.
Standing on my doorstep in the rain
Make-up running down your face
You look so good right now
It’s bittersweet that you run to me
I yanked open the door forcefully, by now I was severely annoyed. My eyes bugged and my annoyance fled when I saw Cameron standing there, tears running down her face, her make-up smeared, but she still looked gorgeous. ‘No! She’s engaged!’ I thought to harshly.
“Cameron..?” I asked hesitantly, she hadn’t spoken a word since I’d opened the door, just stared at me. Her tears never stopped flowing. I wanted to comfort her, but knew I couldn’t.
Finally, after long minutes of silence, she sniffled, “Can I come in?” I blinked, unable to say anything; I moved aside and gestured for her to enter. She smiled sadly and gratefully as she walked past me, brushing against me slightly. I nearly jumped her right then. Gulping I closed the door and walked to where she was now standing, in my living room, staring at the floor.
I was trying to think of something to say to her, anything, but I couldn’t. I hadn’t seen much of Aly, Oh, Cameron now. I call her Cameron. It’s just …easier and less painful. Helps suppress the memories. Shyeah right. Like I could actually stop thinking about her. I dragged myself out of my thoughts when I saw her move towards the biggest window in my apartment. Her favorite window.
It seemed like my breath just got sucked out of me at the sight of her, standing by her window, tears still trickled down her cheeks, contrasting beautifully with the rain still falling heavily outside, it was like the heavens were weeping with her..or for her. I felt so helpless. I loathed feeling helpless, I already had enough of it in my life. But I wasn’t going to think about that now; I was going to focus on Aly and why she was here. Damn I did it again. Sigh.
Show me where it hurts.
Show me what love's done to you.
You had to be so strong and I had to be so useless.
I'm always fuckin' useless, useless without you.
“Cam?” I kept my voice soft, not wanting to scare her, she looked shaken enough. I realized my mistake when I saw her flinch, she didn’t like me calling her by her surname, we’d been through too much for that.
We both didn’t say anything for a while, all that could be heard was the rain, it hadn’t slowed at all. “I’m so confused, Rem.” I was startled to hear her voice, however soft, cut through the silence. It was strange seeing her like this, she only ever cried when something was seriously wrong.
“Confused about what?” I honestly, for once, didn’t know what she was talking about. I could usually read Aly like a book, but right now, her voice and her stance didn’t give anything away, and I couldn’t see her eyes, I could always tell what she was thinking by her eyes.
Tears ran down your face like rain on the window you were looking out.
What were you looking for?
“About everything. You. Me. Chase. It’s so confusing.” She choked out; she was still facing the window, which frustrated me. I thought about comforting her, I almost reached my hand out, but snapped it back at the mention of her fiancée, putting them in my pockets where they couldn’t do any damage. Emotional damage that is.
“Al, it’s late…or early, whatever. And I don’t fully understand what’s going on here. Your gonna have to help me a little.” I let out a tired sigh. She turned finally and looked at me, as much as I hated seeing her in any sort of pain, I couldn’t bring myself to do anything.
“I don’t think I’m going to marry Chase.” Her eyes never strayed from mine, showing me how serious she was.
“Why?” I didn’t think she heard me I said it so low, my voice just wouldn’t work properly, most likely due to shock.
She moved towards me and I just stood there, frozen. She stopped mere millimeters from me, I could feel her breath on my lips and my god it was intoxicating. Her eyes never left mine. “You..” She whispered softly, her lips slightly brushing against mine, my eyes closed involuntary at the contact, and it took all my willpower, every single fiber in my body to not lean forward, somehow I resisted.
I slowly opened my eyes, afraid that when I did, she’d be gone. I expected to find her eyes on mine, but instead her gaze was locked on my lips. My heart racing, I sucked in a breath, scared that if I moved, I’d come into contact with her, and that couldn’t happen.
I need this, just one kiss, a gentle touch, your sweet caress.
Screw it. I leaned forward and practically attacked her lips; her hands weaved into my hair as my hands grabs her hips, pushing her back until she hits the window she was just looking out of. The kiss is not gentle at all, it’s rough and hard, lips and teeth clashing together, biting and nipping and I could taste the saltiness of her tears running down her cheeks into our open mouths. God I forgot how good kissing her felt.
I hate myself for needing this.
I love our twisted little mess.
I know it's wrong but it just feels right.
The taste of tears is bittersweet tonight.
The first time we kissed was when her and Chase went on a ‘break’ after he first proposed and she was confused. I was there, to comfort her, to be anything she needed really. I gave her everything, except the one thing she needed to hear. She had Chase to say ‘I love you’, and she knew before we ‘got together’ that I was an emotional cripple. I couldn’t say those words to her, even if I did feel them. We stayed together for a few months. The best months of my life actually. And then one day..it was over. And her and Chase were back making mooneyes at each other. I wasn’t pissed, worse than that, I was hurt. But somehow I knew it wouldn’t last.
She grinded against me, moaning and wanting more contact. I pushed her more forcefully into the window. Thankfully it was re-enforced; otherwise we would have gone right through. She groaned, whether in pain or pleasure I didn’t really care. I was kissing her again. That’s all that mattered. One of her hands started moving erratically over my body while the other cupped my face, making sure I kept kissing her. Like I could actually stop.
We pulled apart, breathing heavily, chests heaving. Her eyes were glazed over with lust. I’m sure mine were too.
I'm scared as hell.
It's about time that I tell you all the things that you should know.
All the things I'm too scared to show.
I need you, I bleed you, I would give up breathing for you,
If you would take my breath and hold it in.
I suddenly know why she’s here. She wants me to tell her I love her, tell her not to marry Chase. I gulp at the thought. She looked at me, realizing I knew. She moved both hands to hold my face, looking into my eyes. I felt like crying all of sudden, the look in her eyes let me know she felt it too, but my fear held me back. I know I’ll loose her for good if I don’t tell her.
We stand there, staring at each other, her with love and understanding in her eyes, and me with complete and utter fear. I could see she understood, but she still needed to hear it, so she waited.
“Why do you want me?” I’m startled by the question as it passes my lips. But still wanted to know the answer.
“Because Robert is..safe, comforting, and a good friend. But he’s not you. And I need you.” I knew it was a lot for her to admit that, and she wanted me to open up in the same way, I just hope I can.
My heart will break my ribs if I hold this in.
I must confess.
A/N: Comment / review if you wanna, but try not to be harsh (:
I don't have a beta so sorry if it sucks.