Fic: A Distraction from the Unattainable
Title: A Distraction from the Unattainable
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1175
Summary: Chapter Three of Three. When Chase suggests that Cameron should jump House, it is only to hear her say she won’t do it. Unfortunately for him the idea is now somewhat irresistible. This chapter is rated R but the complete story will have a higher rating.
The thought of staying with him has passed though her mind, leaving her nauseous. There is no way she could do it.
She tells him on a Friday after work, so he can have the weekend to get himself together. He immediately makes her regret losing sleep out of concern for his feelings when he predicts they’ll be ‘back in the sack in a week.’
She quietly but firmly disabuses him of that notion.
Monday in the differential Chase vociferously disagrees with everything Cameron says, prompting House to ask Foreman, “Trouble in paradise?”
“So it would seem.”
Cameron watches him for a reaction, but observes none. “Then maybe we can get some work done around her for a change,” he says, and turns back to the white board.
She swallows hard and tells herself to get the fuck used to it. He’s going to be ignoring her from now on. He’s unattainable.
oOoOoOo
When he opens the door and sees her there, she observes his eyes light up momentarily, then his face falls when he sees the folder.
“You said to come back…”
He takes it and walks away sullenly, and this brief interaction ties her stomach up in nervous knots. Had he thought she was here for some other reason? Had he been glad to see her? Now her composure is gone as she is plunged back into uncertainty. Now she has to worry and wonder; now she has to decide what to do.
He is sitting back on the couch to read the corrected manuscript, and she resumes her place beside him. Once again her leg is touching his; once again it’s intentional. The heat from his leg seems to pass from his jeans to her skin and set her whole body on fire. She is flushed, nervous. She is thinking of all the times she has thought ‘If I had only known I had a chance, I would have done something.’ Now she has a chance. She has no idea what to do. Her thoughts tangle in desperate panic because she knows she is running out of time.
His words jerk her out of her thoughts. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out with Chase,” he says without looking up.
She knows this is the best opening she’s going to get. “Well I’m not.”
“No?” he asks absently, like he’s paying more attention to the paper.
She feels like she’s about to jump off a cliff, but she has to press forward. “No, it was incredibly stupid. I only did it to distract myself from you and it didn’t even work.”
He scoffs as he turns the page. “Yeah right.”
“It’s true. I thought I didn’t have a chance with you.”
He turns the page again. “Well you did.”
“I know.” She looks down at her hands. “Past tense.” She had hoped he would correct her, say that he’d still have her, but he reads silently. “Right?”
He turns to the last page, and this time she is sure he hasn’t been reading; it’s too soon to flip. “I wouldn’t say that…”
She only has time to half smile before pouncing. She spins to kneel straddling his left knee and presses her lips to House’s mouth. She’s surprised and thrilled when he responds by curling one arm around her neck, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
They kiss deeply, fiercely, exactly like they’ve been kept from doing it against their will. Her fingers tangle in his hair and she crushes her body as close to his as possible. When she breaks for air she gasps, “Why did we wait so long?”
He only makes time to answer, “Idiots.” His large hand slips under the hem of her shirt and presses at the small of her back as his other hand cradles the back of her head.
Her thumb presses his stubbled chin lower so she can kiss him harder, deeper. As his hand slips around to cup her breast she bends her knees and presses herself to his lap. She mewls as she grinds against his thigh. “I wanted you so long,” she breathes.
“Me too.”
“Idiots,” she echoes, and kisses him again. “I could kiss you forever.” At this his hand is between her thighs, cupping her through her jeans. “You’re right, that would be silly,” she says, and pulls her top over her head.
Somehow in this maneuver she knocks over a glass on the side table, spilling scotch across the floor. She moves to stand, but he grabs her hips. “Leave it.” House looks at her wickedly, then cups her breasts and lowers his lips to wrap around her right nipple. She whispers, “Oh god,” and massages his neck. As House continues to toy with her, he unzips her jeans and slides his hand in deep enough to brush her clit, making her gasp aloud.
She agilely rises from his lap, pulling his hand from her panties and pulling him up by it to his feet in one smooth movement. She’s waited long enough; she has to have him now. She leads him to his bed.
Their clothes are unceremoniously shed into a haphazard heap on the floor. The second they are naked and in bed the kissing resumes. Their hands roam over bare skin, learning each other. When House’s hand slowly glides up Cameron’s inner thigh, she parts her legs suggestively to allow him easier access. He slowly pushes his middle finger into her slippery pussy, making her moan, “Oh. Yeah.”
As he slowly teases her with his finger, he kisses her earlobe, then grazes it with his teeth. before sucking it between his lips. She arches off the bed, trying unsuccessfully to force him in deeper. “Stop teasing and fuck me,” she begs.
He kisses her silent, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth as he rolls over her. He wraps his hand around his erection and traces her clit with it, making her sigh, before slowly forcing it inside her.
“More,” she groans, and he pushes into her as far and hard as he can, then takes her hard and fast, his fingers curling around her shoulders.
His thigh is strained by the position. He bends to her ear and whispers, “Cameron, come,” and kisses her earlobe. He feels his words turn her on as she grips his shaft tightly. His eyes roll back in his head and he groans her name; sees sparks.
He gingerly pulls away, careful of his leg, and she arranges her nude form against his. For a while they don’t speak-they just run their hands over each other’s bodies, catch their breaths. House lifts his head to kiss her forehead, then drops it back onto the pillow with a contented sigh. “To think we could have been doing that all this time.”
“I know,” she says, in a tone that expresses all her frustration at the wasted time.
He sighs again. “To think we get to do it from now on…”
She laughs and kisses his chest. “I know.”
FIN.
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1175
Summary: Chapter Three of Three. When Chase suggests that Cameron should jump House, it is only to hear her say she won’t do it. Unfortunately for him the idea is now somewhat irresistible. This chapter is rated R but the complete story will have a higher rating.
The thought of staying with him has passed though her mind, leaving her nauseous. There is no way she could do it.
She tells him on a Friday after work, so he can have the weekend to get himself together. He immediately makes her regret losing sleep out of concern for his feelings when he predicts they’ll be ‘back in the sack in a week.’
She quietly but firmly disabuses him of that notion.
Monday in the differential Chase vociferously disagrees with everything Cameron says, prompting House to ask Foreman, “Trouble in paradise?”
“So it would seem.”
Cameron watches him for a reaction, but observes none. “Then maybe we can get some work done around her for a change,” he says, and turns back to the white board.
She swallows hard and tells herself to get the fuck used to it. He’s going to be ignoring her from now on. He’s unattainable.
oOoOoOo
When he opens the door and sees her there, she observes his eyes light up momentarily, then his face falls when he sees the folder.
“You said to come back…”
He takes it and walks away sullenly, and this brief interaction ties her stomach up in nervous knots. Had he thought she was here for some other reason? Had he been glad to see her? Now her composure is gone as she is plunged back into uncertainty. Now she has to worry and wonder; now she has to decide what to do.
He is sitting back on the couch to read the corrected manuscript, and she resumes her place beside him. Once again her leg is touching his; once again it’s intentional. The heat from his leg seems to pass from his jeans to her skin and set her whole body on fire. She is flushed, nervous. She is thinking of all the times she has thought ‘If I had only known I had a chance, I would have done something.’ Now she has a chance. She has no idea what to do. Her thoughts tangle in desperate panic because she knows she is running out of time.
His words jerk her out of her thoughts. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out with Chase,” he says without looking up.
She knows this is the best opening she’s going to get. “Well I’m not.”
“No?” he asks absently, like he’s paying more attention to the paper.
She feels like she’s about to jump off a cliff, but she has to press forward. “No, it was incredibly stupid. I only did it to distract myself from you and it didn’t even work.”
He scoffs as he turns the page. “Yeah right.”
“It’s true. I thought I didn’t have a chance with you.”
He turns the page again. “Well you did.”
“I know.” She looks down at her hands. “Past tense.” She had hoped he would correct her, say that he’d still have her, but he reads silently. “Right?”
He turns to the last page, and this time she is sure he hasn’t been reading; it’s too soon to flip. “I wouldn’t say that…”
She only has time to half smile before pouncing. She spins to kneel straddling his left knee and presses her lips to House’s mouth. She’s surprised and thrilled when he responds by curling one arm around her neck, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss.
They kiss deeply, fiercely, exactly like they’ve been kept from doing it against their will. Her fingers tangle in his hair and she crushes her body as close to his as possible. When she breaks for air she gasps, “Why did we wait so long?”
He only makes time to answer, “Idiots.” His large hand slips under the hem of her shirt and presses at the small of her back as his other hand cradles the back of her head.
Her thumb presses his stubbled chin lower so she can kiss him harder, deeper. As his hand slips around to cup her breast she bends her knees and presses herself to his lap. She mewls as she grinds against his thigh. “I wanted you so long,” she breathes.
“Me too.”
“Idiots,” she echoes, and kisses him again. “I could kiss you forever.” At this his hand is between her thighs, cupping her through her jeans. “You’re right, that would be silly,” she says, and pulls her top over her head.
Somehow in this maneuver she knocks over a glass on the side table, spilling scotch across the floor. She moves to stand, but he grabs her hips. “Leave it.” House looks at her wickedly, then cups her breasts and lowers his lips to wrap around her right nipple. She whispers, “Oh god,” and massages his neck. As House continues to toy with her, he unzips her jeans and slides his hand in deep enough to brush her clit, making her gasp aloud.
She agilely rises from his lap, pulling his hand from her panties and pulling him up by it to his feet in one smooth movement. She’s waited long enough; she has to have him now. She leads him to his bed.
Their clothes are unceremoniously shed into a haphazard heap on the floor. The second they are naked and in bed the kissing resumes. Their hands roam over bare skin, learning each other. When House’s hand slowly glides up Cameron’s inner thigh, she parts her legs suggestively to allow him easier access. He slowly pushes his middle finger into her slippery pussy, making her moan, “Oh. Yeah.”
As he slowly teases her with his finger, he kisses her earlobe, then grazes it with his teeth. before sucking it between his lips. She arches off the bed, trying unsuccessfully to force him in deeper. “Stop teasing and fuck me,” she begs.
He kisses her silent, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth as he rolls over her. He wraps his hand around his erection and traces her clit with it, making her sigh, before slowly forcing it inside her.
“More,” she groans, and he pushes into her as far and hard as he can, then takes her hard and fast, his fingers curling around her shoulders.
His thigh is strained by the position. He bends to her ear and whispers, “Cameron, come,” and kisses her earlobe. He feels his words turn her on as she grips his shaft tightly. His eyes roll back in his head and he groans her name; sees sparks.
He gingerly pulls away, careful of his leg, and she arranges her nude form against his. For a while they don’t speak-they just run their hands over each other’s bodies, catch their breaths. House lifts his head to kiss her forehead, then drops it back onto the pillow with a contented sigh. “To think we could have been doing that all this time.”
“I know,” she says, in a tone that expresses all her frustration at the wasted time.
He sighs again. “To think we get to do it from now on…”
She laughs and kisses his chest. “I know.”
FIN.