fic: faster the chase (cameron/thirteen)
Title: Faster the Chase
Author: speshtian (writing as jstaples)
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen (ref. Cameron/Chase, Thirteen/Foreman)
Rating: M
Summary: It's trickier wanting people.
Spoilers/Episodic references: 5x05, "Lucky Thirteen"; 5x07, "The Itch"; 5x11 onwards.
Author's Note and Disclaimer: Written for house_femfest Round 2, where the prompt was "the chase." It turned out quite different from what I had intended and deviated quite a bit from the prompt, but I hope you like it anyway. Title of this fic is from InMe's song of the same name. I do not own House M.D.
It's trickier wanting people. More often than not, there are other people involved, and Remy hates it when people get involved in her business.
It's a pity, because she likes Chase and his Australian-accented self. She guesses she can see what Cameron sees in him, but she's really just fumbling at excuses here. She's a good reader of people, as long as they're not herself, and she knows that Cameron is holding something back.
-
Spencer kisses her on the cheek when she leaves the hospital, and Thirteen smiles and gives a little wave. They weren't suited for each other anyway.
When she heads back inside, ready for whatever quip House is going to have ready for her when she returns to the office, she sees Cameron, exchanging charts with a nurse, looking over in her direction. Thirteen hesitates, but the blonde smiles and gives a little wave. She looks a little tense. She looks a lot stunning.
Remy pushes away the want and ignores the other woman all the way to the elevator bank. They're not suited for each other anyway.
-
It's pretty late by now but she takes a chance, armed with coffee. Sure enough, Cameron's half-sitting, half-lying on the couch, glasses(!) perched on her nose, casefile in hand. Thirteen immediately notes the two coffee cups on the table. Damn.
Still. No turning back now. "Hi," she says, when Cameron looks up, looking weary and uncomfortable, but still altruistic as she sets down the file and stands. "I brought coffee. If you needed some more."
Cameron takes the cup with a tired smile and a quiet, "Thanks," and touches Thirteen's forearm gently, almost unconsciously. "He couldn't feel his legs," she sighs. "Chase helped me make him comfortable-" the second cup, Thirteen thinks, "-it's all we could do before you guys come in tomorrow morning." Cameron looks at her watch and amends, "Today morning. I didn't realise the time… What are you doing here?"
Thirteen doesn't really know. "Thought you could use the company. Is, uh, is Chase-"
"No, he's gone home." Cameron clears her throat and fiddles with the tab on the lid. After a while, she looks up at Thirteen and smiles. "You should, too."
"He's got an armchair. I'm sure I'll survive."
They end up falling asleep on one another, papers from the file strewn all over their laps and on the floor.
-
She almost tells him to stop chasing her, then, but after he finishes packing his stuff into the drawer, they fuck whatever soundproofing there might be right off the walls.
-
She hates his suits, his ties, his silly little goatee; she hates his firm tone of voice when she overhears them and how she listens to him and laughs with him, and god knows what they do behind closed doors-
She doesn't want to think about that.
-
She marches up to her like a woman on a mission (turns out she is) in the middle of the lobby. "Have dinner with me tonight."
"Sure-" but the other woman has already swept away, open lab coat billowing out from behind her like a trailing lackey.
-
It's like a given, an unspoken agreement, when Cameron simply follows her inside. Dinner was nice. Maybe now they'll…
She doesn't know what. But Cameron's two steps ahead, and now she's two steps back, pausing only for a second before she grabs the lapel of Thirteen's coat and slides it off her shoulders in a way that very clearly implies that they're going to have sex. It falls to the floor as Cameron wraps her arms around Thirteen's waist and pulls her closer.
"-what, what, wait," Thirteen stammers, barely having enough time to kick off her shoes, shuck the scarf, her body automatic but her mind stalled in manual, and Cameron quiets her with a finger to her lips.
"No," is all Cameron says, kissing the side of Thirteen's mouth, then gently on her lips. She smooths away the frown lines, the tiredness from Thirteen's face, tangles her hands in her hair. "You're gorgeous," she whispers the non-sequitur, and backs the brunette against the wall.
Cameron slowly undoes a couple of her shirt buttons - are her hands shaking, her fingers trembling? - and Remy hears her sigh, so soft she would almost have missed it if Cameron's mouth weren't right next to her ear. "I've had enough," Cameron murmurs, "Enough.
"I hate seeing you with him. You're mine-" as she sucks on Remy's pulse point, "-you're mine, and I'm yours-" and she pulls on Remy's open collar and stares deep into her eyes, her pupils so large it swallows the iris, and the look swallows Remy, "-so take me, have me-" while grabbing Remy's wrist, and yes, her hands are shaking, her fingers trembling, and guides her down to where she is so desperate for her touch, "-oh-" and she doesn't know how to do this, but she knows how to feel good.
-
She feels like a visitor in her own
home
-
What now? she thinks, and now that she's in so deep, so much deeper than she ever thought the chase would take her, the want is like a pain.
She watches Robert prep Jeff (and wonders if his chronic pain is an overreaching metaphor for how she feels about Thirteen) and walks away when she realises that there's nothing left for them at all.
-
What now? she thinks, and now that she's in so deep, so much deeper than she ever thought the chase would take her, the want is like a pain.
So she tells herself that she feels better, that there is hope lying in this trial, and tonight - tonight she'll go out with Foreman and nothing will be different.
-
There's something different tonight.
Cameron's body is the same, wrapped against Remy's in the way that only their bodies can fit, and the urgency is still there because they can never control themselves long enough to take it slow - they've only done this once but it was once enough -, but Cameron's hips don't move restlessly against hers, doesn't drive her crazy with the way she'll pull back just as they slip into the same rhythm; her hands don't roam relentlessly up and down Remy's arms and her thighs and her breasts and her hair; instead, she's just feeling while the air around them is still but electric.
Then: "How-" Cameron clears her throat and draws back a little. "How are you feeling?"
She sounds a little shaken, and her voice quivers slightly like she was afraid to ask, and now she looks like she's afraid of hearing the answer. Remy can't hide her frown; her heart beats a little faster. She closes her eyes like she's done so many times that day (as if she's holding back on some frustration or annoyance, though Cam is comforting and the only thing that's remained the same since she got her sight back and she's glad they're doing this again), and just feels too.
"I'm good," she tells Cam, and Cameron's fingers dig into her biceps before loosening and searching all over. "Better now."
Author: speshtian (writing as jstaples)
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen (ref. Cameron/Chase, Thirteen/Foreman)
Rating: M
Summary: It's trickier wanting people.
Spoilers/Episodic references: 5x05, "Lucky Thirteen"; 5x07, "The Itch"; 5x11 onwards.
Author's Note and Disclaimer: Written for house_femfest Round 2, where the prompt was "the chase." It turned out quite different from what I had intended and deviated quite a bit from the prompt, but I hope you like it anyway. Title of this fic is from InMe's song of the same name. I do not own House M.D.
It's trickier wanting people. More often than not, there are other people involved, and Remy hates it when people get involved in her business.
It's a pity, because she likes Chase and his Australian-accented self. She guesses she can see what Cameron sees in him, but she's really just fumbling at excuses here. She's a good reader of people, as long as they're not herself, and she knows that Cameron is holding something back.
-
Spencer kisses her on the cheek when she leaves the hospital, and Thirteen smiles and gives a little wave. They weren't suited for each other anyway.
When she heads back inside, ready for whatever quip House is going to have ready for her when she returns to the office, she sees Cameron, exchanging charts with a nurse, looking over in her direction. Thirteen hesitates, but the blonde smiles and gives a little wave. She looks a little tense. She looks a lot stunning.
Remy pushes away the want and ignores the other woman all the way to the elevator bank. They're not suited for each other anyway.
-
It's pretty late by now but she takes a chance, armed with coffee. Sure enough, Cameron's half-sitting, half-lying on the couch, glasses(!) perched on her nose, casefile in hand. Thirteen immediately notes the two coffee cups on the table. Damn.
Still. No turning back now. "Hi," she says, when Cameron looks up, looking weary and uncomfortable, but still altruistic as she sets down the file and stands. "I brought coffee. If you needed some more."
Cameron takes the cup with a tired smile and a quiet, "Thanks," and touches Thirteen's forearm gently, almost unconsciously. "He couldn't feel his legs," she sighs. "Chase helped me make him comfortable-" the second cup, Thirteen thinks, "-it's all we could do before you guys come in tomorrow morning." Cameron looks at her watch and amends, "Today morning. I didn't realise the time… What are you doing here?"
Thirteen doesn't really know. "Thought you could use the company. Is, uh, is Chase-"
"No, he's gone home." Cameron clears her throat and fiddles with the tab on the lid. After a while, she looks up at Thirteen and smiles. "You should, too."
"He's got an armchair. I'm sure I'll survive."
They end up falling asleep on one another, papers from the file strewn all over their laps and on the floor.
-
She almost tells him to stop chasing her, then, but after he finishes packing his stuff into the drawer, they fuck whatever soundproofing there might be right off the walls.
-
She hates his suits, his ties, his silly little goatee; she hates his firm tone of voice when she overhears them and how she listens to him and laughs with him, and god knows what they do behind closed doors-
She doesn't want to think about that.
-
She marches up to her like a woman on a mission (turns out she is) in the middle of the lobby. "Have dinner with me tonight."
"Sure-" but the other woman has already swept away, open lab coat billowing out from behind her like a trailing lackey.
-
It's like a given, an unspoken agreement, when Cameron simply follows her inside. Dinner was nice. Maybe now they'll…
She doesn't know what. But Cameron's two steps ahead, and now she's two steps back, pausing only for a second before she grabs the lapel of Thirteen's coat and slides it off her shoulders in a way that very clearly implies that they're going to have sex. It falls to the floor as Cameron wraps her arms around Thirteen's waist and pulls her closer.
"-what, what, wait," Thirteen stammers, barely having enough time to kick off her shoes, shuck the scarf, her body automatic but her mind stalled in manual, and Cameron quiets her with a finger to her lips.
"No," is all Cameron says, kissing the side of Thirteen's mouth, then gently on her lips. She smooths away the frown lines, the tiredness from Thirteen's face, tangles her hands in her hair. "You're gorgeous," she whispers the non-sequitur, and backs the brunette against the wall.
Cameron slowly undoes a couple of her shirt buttons - are her hands shaking, her fingers trembling? - and Remy hears her sigh, so soft she would almost have missed it if Cameron's mouth weren't right next to her ear. "I've had enough," Cameron murmurs, "Enough.
"I hate seeing you with him. You're mine-" as she sucks on Remy's pulse point, "-you're mine, and I'm yours-" and she pulls on Remy's open collar and stares deep into her eyes, her pupils so large it swallows the iris, and the look swallows Remy, "-so take me, have me-" while grabbing Remy's wrist, and yes, her hands are shaking, her fingers trembling, and guides her down to where she is so desperate for her touch, "-oh-" and she doesn't know how to do this, but she knows how to feel good.
-
She feels like a visitor in her own
home
-
What now? she thinks, and now that she's in so deep, so much deeper than she ever thought the chase would take her, the want is like a pain.
She watches Robert prep Jeff (and wonders if his chronic pain is an overreaching metaphor for how she feels about Thirteen) and walks away when she realises that there's nothing left for them at all.
-
What now? she thinks, and now that she's in so deep, so much deeper than she ever thought the chase would take her, the want is like a pain.
So she tells herself that she feels better, that there is hope lying in this trial, and tonight - tonight she'll go out with Foreman and nothing will be different.
-
There's something different tonight.
Cameron's body is the same, wrapped against Remy's in the way that only their bodies can fit, and the urgency is still there because they can never control themselves long enough to take it slow - they've only done this once but it was once enough -, but Cameron's hips don't move restlessly against hers, doesn't drive her crazy with the way she'll pull back just as they slip into the same rhythm; her hands don't roam relentlessly up and down Remy's arms and her thighs and her breasts and her hair; instead, she's just feeling while the air around them is still but electric.
Then: "How-" Cameron clears her throat and draws back a little. "How are you feeling?"
She sounds a little shaken, and her voice quivers slightly like she was afraid to ask, and now she looks like she's afraid of hearing the answer. Remy can't hide her frown; her heart beats a little faster. She closes her eyes like she's done so many times that day (as if she's holding back on some frustration or annoyance, though Cam is comforting and the only thing that's remained the same since she got her sight back and she's glad they're doing this again), and just feels too.
"I'm good," she tells Cam, and Cameron's fingers dig into her biceps before loosening and searching all over. "Better now."