Fic: This Has Got To Stop
Title: This Has Got To Stop (Part 2 of 2)
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron, House/Cuddy, Chase/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1585
Summary: Made just for hannagreen20. I wouldn't do this for just anyone; I hope you know how much I love you! Happy Birthday!!! Time has passed, and House is in a established relationship with Cuddy. This has got to stop.
This Has Got To Stop
Thursday lunch with Wilson at the cafe down the street has become a tradition. Wilson texted ahead instructing him to order; he's running a few minutes late. He arrives just as the food does, looking rushed. "Sorry about that, you'll never believe where I was this morning."
"Well I'm sure you're going to tell me." He lifts his Ruben and takes a large bite. He's almost relieved Wilson has a conversational monopoly planned, or he'd end up talking about leaving Cuddy.
"Chase asked me to go with him to the jewelry store. Engagement ring shopping."
The news hits House like a round-house kick to the chest. "Well you are the local expert on foolish engagements."
Wilson gives House his classic puzzled look. "What makes you say this is a foolish engagement?"
"Just, whatever. Tell your story." House massages his forehead in a futile attempt to ward of his coming stress headache. He pops two Vicodin.
"Well we went to the counter, and he was pretty clueless. I think he thought he should just get the most expensive thing he could afford."
"But you set him straight."
"I mean he was looking at yellow gold bands."
This joke goes over House's head, but at least he can tell it is one, and laughs half-heartedly. "Amateur."
"Exactly! He didn't even know what kind of setting she'd like. But I think you can never go wrong with a solitaire. Two carats, simple but elegant platinum setting." House looks at him with narrowed eyes. "What?"
"Nothing. How's he going to ask her?"
"He's taking her out to dinner tonight--the whole down on one knee in a crowded restaurant thing. I did that once--"
House interjects, shocked. "He's asking her tonight?!"
"Yeah..." Wilson observes him a moment. "That reaction is not normal. What's going on?"
This time House massages his entire weary face. "Nothing. It's just they got together just before we did, and I haven't even considered proposing."
Wilson shrugs. "You're not Chase."
"No. I'm not."
o O o O o O o
He comes in and sits across from Cameron at her desk. She's charting, and when she finishes the line she's on she looks up and beams at him. He hands her the biopsy results.
"Hmm, well it's not cancer. I'd start the corticosteroids. But of course you already know that."
"He's responding well to treatment."
She grins. "See. It's always autoimmune." He smiles and shakes his head at her. "So why are you really here?"
He shrugs. "Friday is too long."
This makes her smile. "I'm afraid it's non-negotiable."
"You could cancel..."
She shakes her head and looks to the ceiling. It jostles her hair and he sighs; she's so fucking beautiful. "I can't do that to him. He seems really excited about tonight. It would break his heart."
So she doesn't want to break his heart. Not the best sign for her turning Chase down tonight. "It wasn't a serious suggestion. I just miss you."
"I miss you too."
"I wonder what makes tonight unusual." He is trying to lead her, see if she suspects it. "Is it an anniversary of anything?"
She snorts. "If it is, I don't remember." This seems promising; she sounds very unromantic about him. "It's not the anniversary of our first time, or our second 'first' time, or me going to him and saying it's Tuesday, or any other little anniversary I remember."
Nope. Not promising. "He seems very devoted."
“So does Cuddy.”
He wants to tell her he’s considering leaving Cuddy, but it’s absolutely the wrong time. It would be wrong to ever make her choose between himself and Chase; diabolical to do it on the night he’s about to propose-unless he knew she was going to refuse him. He tries to be indirect. “Yeah, sometimes I worry she wants to be married…”
“I know Chase does.”
That’s good enough for him. She wouldn’t stay with Chase, knowing that he wants forever, without wanting to marry him. House nods. He tries to think of a graceful way out of this conversation; there really isn’t one. He is saved by his ringing cell phone. He points to it, rises, and steps out of her office. He wishes he’d known the last time he kissed her was the last time ever; he won’t be involved with her after the engagement.
He doesn’t answer Cuddy’s call, but sets off for her office.
o O o O o O o
He’s interrupted by heavy knocking, loud enough to be heard over the piano. His body instantly goes on alert-elevated heart rate and respiration-adrenaline. There’s only one reason for her to be here, is his first thought. As he carries his scotch to the door, his negativity proposes a long list of alternate reasons for her presence, and alternate visitors to have come knocking. Don’t get your hopes up because you don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell.
He opens the door to find Cameron glaring, fuming mad. “Dinner went that well?”
She storms past him into his entryway. “You knew!”
“Excuse me?” Even if playing dumb doesn’t work; playing it cool can’t be a mistake.
“It’s two carats, but I bet you knew that too.” Her tone is accusative, and he has no idea what to say.
“Bit ostentatious, I agree. Maybe he’s compensating for something.”
“The moment he opened the box, all I could think about was you coming to see me this afternoon. You can’t keep doing this! You ruined my proposal-maybe even my marriage-I can’t be your back-up plan. I can’t keep waiting around for you!”
“I didn’t tell you to.”
“No, I told me to. But it’s getting old.”
He stares into his scotch glass. He had no idea she felt that way. If he had, he could’ve handled all this better. Now maybe it was too late. “You’re not my back-up plan. I-What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to say you want me for yourself, I want you to tell me to tell Chase to go fuck himself. I want you to leave Cuddy!”
“I left Cuddy this afternoon, and if you tell Chase to go fuck himself, I hope I get to watch.”
Her eyes widen and she falls silent, staring at him in disbelief. She closes the distance between them, wraps her arms around him and presses her cheek to his chest. “Well I didn’t use those exact words, but I think he got the jist.”
He tips her chin up so he can look her in the eyes. “It’s over?”
She blinks and nods, and he crushes his mouth to hers. She’s finally his, and the thought has him straining against his jeans. He slides his hands down her back and pulls her flush against him as he kisses her, pressing her body against him so she can feel it.
She touches him; delicately strokes his length through the denim. He is still kissing her, and she sucks his tongue into her mouth as she pulls down his zipper. Her hand slides into his boxers and wraps around his warm shaft; strokes it to full hardness.
House breaks the kiss, “Fuck Cameron.”
She looks up at him as she continues to slide her hand up and down. She moves her lips-doesn’t speak but he can read the words--All mine.
He grips her wrist; hurries her motions without taking his eyes off hers. He’s shaking from having her do this while he stands. He pulls her wrist, making his cock slip through her warm fingers, and leads her to the bedroom.
They pull off each other’s clothes. They’ve done this many times before but this time is different, more free. There is a distinct lack of urgency because they have forever; there is no one to rush home to. They can fuck all night.
Cameron sits on the edge of the bed and slides back, her dark hair spread out on his pillow. On his stomach he crawls between her bent knees and slides up to kiss her again. She loves the way he lets most of his weight rest on her as he kisses her, runs his hands over her pale skin.
He presses the head of his hard-on to her entrance, and she is so wet for him that he slides into her balls-deep in one smooth motion. He fucks her slow and deep, his eyes never leaving hers. He loves watching her reaction; watching her face contort in reaction to what he does to her. On every stroke she rocks her hips up to meet him, then tightens around him as he pulls out.
Without noticing, they both start to move faster; they can’t get enough of each other. She stares into his eyes as she brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them, then lowers them to rub her own clit. Seconds later her cunt is fluttering around him, and he is slamming into her hard, coming inside her.
He rolls over and pulls her pliant body to his; she wraps herself around him. The thought two proposals in one day would be a bit much passes through his mind, and this worries him. When he looks down at her, he is instantly calmed. He won’t ask her tonight; he might never, but the idea of forever with her is not at all alarming. I can do this, he thinks, and falls asleep in her arms.
FIN
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron, House/Cuddy, Chase/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1585
Summary: Made just for hannagreen20. I wouldn't do this for just anyone; I hope you know how much I love you! Happy Birthday!!! Time has passed, and House is in a established relationship with Cuddy. This has got to stop.
This Has Got To Stop
Thursday lunch with Wilson at the cafe down the street has become a tradition. Wilson texted ahead instructing him to order; he's running a few minutes late. He arrives just as the food does, looking rushed. "Sorry about that, you'll never believe where I was this morning."
"Well I'm sure you're going to tell me." He lifts his Ruben and takes a large bite. He's almost relieved Wilson has a conversational monopoly planned, or he'd end up talking about leaving Cuddy.
"Chase asked me to go with him to the jewelry store. Engagement ring shopping."
The news hits House like a round-house kick to the chest. "Well you are the local expert on foolish engagements."
Wilson gives House his classic puzzled look. "What makes you say this is a foolish engagement?"
"Just, whatever. Tell your story." House massages his forehead in a futile attempt to ward of his coming stress headache. He pops two Vicodin.
"Well we went to the counter, and he was pretty clueless. I think he thought he should just get the most expensive thing he could afford."
"But you set him straight."
"I mean he was looking at yellow gold bands."
This joke goes over House's head, but at least he can tell it is one, and laughs half-heartedly. "Amateur."
"Exactly! He didn't even know what kind of setting she'd like. But I think you can never go wrong with a solitaire. Two carats, simple but elegant platinum setting." House looks at him with narrowed eyes. "What?"
"Nothing. How's he going to ask her?"
"He's taking her out to dinner tonight--the whole down on one knee in a crowded restaurant thing. I did that once--"
House interjects, shocked. "He's asking her tonight?!"
"Yeah..." Wilson observes him a moment. "That reaction is not normal. What's going on?"
This time House massages his entire weary face. "Nothing. It's just they got together just before we did, and I haven't even considered proposing."
Wilson shrugs. "You're not Chase."
"No. I'm not."
o O o O o O o
He comes in and sits across from Cameron at her desk. She's charting, and when she finishes the line she's on she looks up and beams at him. He hands her the biopsy results.
"Hmm, well it's not cancer. I'd start the corticosteroids. But of course you already know that."
"He's responding well to treatment."
She grins. "See. It's always autoimmune." He smiles and shakes his head at her. "So why are you really here?"
He shrugs. "Friday is too long."
This makes her smile. "I'm afraid it's non-negotiable."
"You could cancel..."
She shakes her head and looks to the ceiling. It jostles her hair and he sighs; she's so fucking beautiful. "I can't do that to him. He seems really excited about tonight. It would break his heart."
So she doesn't want to break his heart. Not the best sign for her turning Chase down tonight. "It wasn't a serious suggestion. I just miss you."
"I miss you too."
"I wonder what makes tonight unusual." He is trying to lead her, see if she suspects it. "Is it an anniversary of anything?"
She snorts. "If it is, I don't remember." This seems promising; she sounds very unromantic about him. "It's not the anniversary of our first time, or our second 'first' time, or me going to him and saying it's Tuesday, or any other little anniversary I remember."
Nope. Not promising. "He seems very devoted."
“So does Cuddy.”
He wants to tell her he’s considering leaving Cuddy, but it’s absolutely the wrong time. It would be wrong to ever make her choose between himself and Chase; diabolical to do it on the night he’s about to propose-unless he knew she was going to refuse him. He tries to be indirect. “Yeah, sometimes I worry she wants to be married…”
“I know Chase does.”
That’s good enough for him. She wouldn’t stay with Chase, knowing that he wants forever, without wanting to marry him. House nods. He tries to think of a graceful way out of this conversation; there really isn’t one. He is saved by his ringing cell phone. He points to it, rises, and steps out of her office. He wishes he’d known the last time he kissed her was the last time ever; he won’t be involved with her after the engagement.
He doesn’t answer Cuddy’s call, but sets off for her office.
o O o O o O o
He’s interrupted by heavy knocking, loud enough to be heard over the piano. His body instantly goes on alert-elevated heart rate and respiration-adrenaline. There’s only one reason for her to be here, is his first thought. As he carries his scotch to the door, his negativity proposes a long list of alternate reasons for her presence, and alternate visitors to have come knocking. Don’t get your hopes up because you don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell.
He opens the door to find Cameron glaring, fuming mad. “Dinner went that well?”
She storms past him into his entryway. “You knew!”
“Excuse me?” Even if playing dumb doesn’t work; playing it cool can’t be a mistake.
“It’s two carats, but I bet you knew that too.” Her tone is accusative, and he has no idea what to say.
“Bit ostentatious, I agree. Maybe he’s compensating for something.”
“The moment he opened the box, all I could think about was you coming to see me this afternoon. You can’t keep doing this! You ruined my proposal-maybe even my marriage-I can’t be your back-up plan. I can’t keep waiting around for you!”
“I didn’t tell you to.”
“No, I told me to. But it’s getting old.”
He stares into his scotch glass. He had no idea she felt that way. If he had, he could’ve handled all this better. Now maybe it was too late. “You’re not my back-up plan. I-What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to say you want me for yourself, I want you to tell me to tell Chase to go fuck himself. I want you to leave Cuddy!”
“I left Cuddy this afternoon, and if you tell Chase to go fuck himself, I hope I get to watch.”
Her eyes widen and she falls silent, staring at him in disbelief. She closes the distance between them, wraps her arms around him and presses her cheek to his chest. “Well I didn’t use those exact words, but I think he got the jist.”
He tips her chin up so he can look her in the eyes. “It’s over?”
She blinks and nods, and he crushes his mouth to hers. She’s finally his, and the thought has him straining against his jeans. He slides his hands down her back and pulls her flush against him as he kisses her, pressing her body against him so she can feel it.
She touches him; delicately strokes his length through the denim. He is still kissing her, and she sucks his tongue into her mouth as she pulls down his zipper. Her hand slides into his boxers and wraps around his warm shaft; strokes it to full hardness.
House breaks the kiss, “Fuck Cameron.”
She looks up at him as she continues to slide her hand up and down. She moves her lips-doesn’t speak but he can read the words--All mine.
He grips her wrist; hurries her motions without taking his eyes off hers. He’s shaking from having her do this while he stands. He pulls her wrist, making his cock slip through her warm fingers, and leads her to the bedroom.
They pull off each other’s clothes. They’ve done this many times before but this time is different, more free. There is a distinct lack of urgency because they have forever; there is no one to rush home to. They can fuck all night.
Cameron sits on the edge of the bed and slides back, her dark hair spread out on his pillow. On his stomach he crawls between her bent knees and slides up to kiss her again. She loves the way he lets most of his weight rest on her as he kisses her, runs his hands over her pale skin.
He presses the head of his hard-on to her entrance, and she is so wet for him that he slides into her balls-deep in one smooth motion. He fucks her slow and deep, his eyes never leaving hers. He loves watching her reaction; watching her face contort in reaction to what he does to her. On every stroke she rocks her hips up to meet him, then tightens around him as he pulls out.
Without noticing, they both start to move faster; they can’t get enough of each other. She stares into his eyes as she brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them, then lowers them to rub her own clit. Seconds later her cunt is fluttering around him, and he is slamming into her hard, coming inside her.
He rolls over and pulls her pliant body to his; she wraps herself around him. The thought two proposals in one day would be a bit much passes through his mind, and this worries him. When he looks down at her, he is instantly calmed. He won’t ask her tonight; he might never, but the idea of forever with her is not at all alarming. I can do this, he thinks, and falls asleep in her arms.
FIN