Fic: Time Is On My Side Ch. 28
Title: Time Is On My Side
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1472
Summary: Cameron moves in with House, aided by the boys.
Chapter 28: Moving Day
I don’t want to wonder
If this is a blunder
I don’t want worry
Whether we’re going to
Stay together
Til we die.
-- Cake, Love You Madly
Most of Cameron’s furniture was second-hand or Ikea crap. It would only be missed in the sense she was too much a realist to like her chances of never needing it again. As the volunteers breakfasted in the kitchen, she and House walked the apartment, deciding the fate of her belongings.
Chase looked incredulously between Foreman and Wilson. “So we’re just going to let her do this.”
Foreman shook his head. “What do you propose we do? ‘Cameron, I know this is what you’ve always wanted. But: you’re an idiot.’ That’ll work. Anyway, she’s never been this happy.”
Chase still looked like he wanted to do something, anything. Wilson piped in. “What are you worried about, really: that he’ll break her heart? They’re in love: that’s inevitable now. Eventually they’ll hurt each other. It’s better than the alternative.”
Chase took a sip of his coffee, then set the cup down. “A hundred says she moves out within a month.”
Foreman shook his head; House was that much of an ass. Wilson smiled. “I’ll take your money.”
oOoOo
In the bedroom, House sat at the vanity’s chair while Cameron flopped onto the bed. She was a bit tired of “No, I don’t need to keep that,” and had saved the bedroom last because she really hated to lose this furniture.
Meanwhile, House hated to lose the prospect of vanity-sex. His hand trailed along the table’s edge. “Maybe we should make the study a guest room,” he said.
Cameron leaned up on an elbow to see his face. “What?”
“I mean, eventually Jimmy is going to marry an idiot, cheat on said idiot, tell her-because the idiocy always rubs off on him, and get kicked out.”
She sat up fully on the bed. “You don’t need to give up your study for Wilson.”
“Eventually I am going to say something to get me kicked out of bed with you, and my leg really can’t take sleeping on the sofa.”
She laughed, but then looked serious. It was actually a really great idea. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Come here.” Cameron rose from the bed, and came to stand near him. He gently turned her against the vanity, a palm on her back lowering her to lean on it, while his other hand rested on her hip. He looked at her eyes in the mirror. “Familiar?”
She smiled. “Familiar.”
“We will never not own this table.”
Involuntarily, her eyes closed and she sighed as she lowered her head to the table. A mention of forever from him-unexpected and almost more than she could handle. He rubbed her back. “So the bedroom set moves, that’s all the decisions right?” Still with her face to the table, she nodded. “Okay, I’ll supervise the lackeys while you box your stuff.”
“Mhmm.”
House left her, and after a moment she was able to begin packing.
oOoOo
Under the direction of House’s pointing cane, the guys carried out Cameron’s belongings, many of them to be piled for a charity truck to pick up at the end of the day. He himself did as little as possible: boxing the kitchen stuff, the books and DVDs. These activities were punctuated by frequent breaks on the sofa. For this reason, it was the last thing to go out. Chase and Foreman lifted it, and House tossed himself on, causing them to shift and juggle to keep hold. They considered their options with non-verbal communication that passed by in a matter of seconds.
Chase nodded sharply. ‘Let’s just drop him.’
Forman shook his head. ‘No.’
Chase tilted his head to the side. ‘Well let’s at least tip him onto the floor! ’
Foreman jerked his head toward the door. ‘We carry him out.’
Chase glared. ‘No way.’
House indicated the door. “Move it out, let’s go.”
Chase’s eyes widened. ‘You can’t seriously think…’
Foreman just looked at him, ‘You like your job?’ and started to back out the door. Chase reluctantly followed.
This left Cameron and Wilson alone in the empty apartment. She looked around. “Wow, it’s really…final.”
Wilson watched her as her eyes traced the now empty walls. “Are you sure about this?”
She looked pensive for a moment-really thought about the question, which relieved him. “I’m sure.”
“Well. I was sure three times.”
She laughed. “I never said I was sure it will last forever. I think it’s better if you worry it won’t; think of it as something you could lose any minute. Then you really appreciate it.”
“That’s pretty…sad, actually.”
Cameron shrugged. “We just look at it differently. You’re seeing what I’m missing because it’s not perfect, and I’m seeing what I’d be missing if I didn’t have him at all.”
He nodded, and felt his last worries about her and House fall away. Then, they were interrupted by Chase, House, and Foreman returning.
“Ok, phase one complete,” he took Cameron in his arms and dipped her for a surprise kiss, their weight on his left leg. “Now pizza and beer,” he said as he returned her to her feet.
oOoOo
After lunch, Chase and Foreman completed the difficult task of switching the study’s furniture for Cameron’s bedroom set, while Wilson carried in the smaller things under House’s watchful eye.
“No, no no. That has to go in the kitchen. Not there. By the sink.
Cameron can’t carry those books from there, put them by the shelf.
That’s going to hang by the piano, put it in the corner.”
Cameron carried what she could, boxes. She tried to distract him from harassing Wilson by calling him into the bedroom. “I need your help dividing the closet?”
He walked in, put his palm on the first shirt, and shoved all the clothes over to the right. His hand snaked out, and he pulled her into the closet, pressing her against the wall in the now empty half.
“House, I’ve been working…”
He kissed her neck, “Mmm,” he murmured against her damp skin. “Dirty.” His hand cupped her breast through her top while he nipped and sucked behind her ear. “What did you really want me in here for, Cameron.”
She moaned; she loved hearing him say her name. She could feel his tongue tracing over her throat, pausing to feel her pulse. “I-ah-I’m distracting you while Wilson breaks that hideous lamp.”
“Impressive strategy. That lamp is from my mother,” he slid his hand down, and cupped her between her thighs, through her yoga pants, making her gasp and grab his wrist.
“Not now,” she whispered, but he felt her grip on his wrist not pushing his hand away but pushing him harder against her.
He chuckled. “Not now,” he agreed. With one last caress and kiss on the lips he left her to unpack her clothes.
oOoOo
They all rode back to Cameron’s apartment to unpack the office furniture and retrieve their cars. House left Cameron and Wilson by the truck to talk to Chase and Foreman. ‘The awkward part,’ he thought.
“It must be nice to know you have a fall back career-moving. You’re good.”
They couldn’t help but grin; he was House. Foreman shook his head. “Thanks, I think.”
“You guys should come over for poker next Friday.” He almost couldn’t believe he’d said it, and they seemed just as shocked.
Chase recovered first. “Should we…bring anything?”
“Dates. And cash.”
“Right.”
“Thanks guys,” he said, and turned to walk away before they could reply.
He walked over to Wilson and Cameron, who sensed he would like to say goodbye privately. “I’ll wait in the car.”
“Think about what you want for dinner,” he called to her as she walked away. He turned to Wilson. “So.”
Wilson shook his head, and looked at the desk beside the dumpster. “The study.”
“It’s not a big deal,” House said as he kicked at a stray rock.
Wilson stared at him until he looked up. “You are so gone.”
“Send me the bill for the truck, ok?”
Wilson turned toward the truck, still mumbling, “So gone," under his breath.
Chapter 29
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1472
Summary: Cameron moves in with House, aided by the boys.
Chapter 28: Moving Day
I don’t want to wonder
If this is a blunder
I don’t want worry
Whether we’re going to
Stay together
Til we die.
-- Cake, Love You Madly
Most of Cameron’s furniture was second-hand or Ikea crap. It would only be missed in the sense she was too much a realist to like her chances of never needing it again. As the volunteers breakfasted in the kitchen, she and House walked the apartment, deciding the fate of her belongings.
Chase looked incredulously between Foreman and Wilson. “So we’re just going to let her do this.”
Foreman shook his head. “What do you propose we do? ‘Cameron, I know this is what you’ve always wanted. But: you’re an idiot.’ That’ll work. Anyway, she’s never been this happy.”
Chase still looked like he wanted to do something, anything. Wilson piped in. “What are you worried about, really: that he’ll break her heart? They’re in love: that’s inevitable now. Eventually they’ll hurt each other. It’s better than the alternative.”
Chase took a sip of his coffee, then set the cup down. “A hundred says she moves out within a month.”
Foreman shook his head; House was that much of an ass. Wilson smiled. “I’ll take your money.”
oOoOo
In the bedroom, House sat at the vanity’s chair while Cameron flopped onto the bed. She was a bit tired of “No, I don’t need to keep that,” and had saved the bedroom last because she really hated to lose this furniture.
Meanwhile, House hated to lose the prospect of vanity-sex. His hand trailed along the table’s edge. “Maybe we should make the study a guest room,” he said.
Cameron leaned up on an elbow to see his face. “What?”
“I mean, eventually Jimmy is going to marry an idiot, cheat on said idiot, tell her-because the idiocy always rubs off on him, and get kicked out.”
She sat up fully on the bed. “You don’t need to give up your study for Wilson.”
“Eventually I am going to say something to get me kicked out of bed with you, and my leg really can’t take sleeping on the sofa.”
She laughed, but then looked serious. It was actually a really great idea. “You wouldn’t mind?”
“Come here.” Cameron rose from the bed, and came to stand near him. He gently turned her against the vanity, a palm on her back lowering her to lean on it, while his other hand rested on her hip. He looked at her eyes in the mirror. “Familiar?”
She smiled. “Familiar.”
“We will never not own this table.”
Involuntarily, her eyes closed and she sighed as she lowered her head to the table. A mention of forever from him-unexpected and almost more than she could handle. He rubbed her back. “So the bedroom set moves, that’s all the decisions right?” Still with her face to the table, she nodded. “Okay, I’ll supervise the lackeys while you box your stuff.”
“Mhmm.”
House left her, and after a moment she was able to begin packing.
oOoOo
Under the direction of House’s pointing cane, the guys carried out Cameron’s belongings, many of them to be piled for a charity truck to pick up at the end of the day. He himself did as little as possible: boxing the kitchen stuff, the books and DVDs. These activities were punctuated by frequent breaks on the sofa. For this reason, it was the last thing to go out. Chase and Foreman lifted it, and House tossed himself on, causing them to shift and juggle to keep hold. They considered their options with non-verbal communication that passed by in a matter of seconds.
Chase nodded sharply. ‘Let’s just drop him.’
Forman shook his head. ‘No.’
Chase tilted his head to the side. ‘Well let’s at least tip him onto the floor! ’
Foreman jerked his head toward the door. ‘We carry him out.’
Chase glared. ‘No way.’
House indicated the door. “Move it out, let’s go.”
Chase’s eyes widened. ‘You can’t seriously think…’
Foreman just looked at him, ‘You like your job?’ and started to back out the door. Chase reluctantly followed.
This left Cameron and Wilson alone in the empty apartment. She looked around. “Wow, it’s really…final.”
Wilson watched her as her eyes traced the now empty walls. “Are you sure about this?”
She looked pensive for a moment-really thought about the question, which relieved him. “I’m sure.”
“Well. I was sure three times.”
She laughed. “I never said I was sure it will last forever. I think it’s better if you worry it won’t; think of it as something you could lose any minute. Then you really appreciate it.”
“That’s pretty…sad, actually.”
Cameron shrugged. “We just look at it differently. You’re seeing what I’m missing because it’s not perfect, and I’m seeing what I’d be missing if I didn’t have him at all.”
He nodded, and felt his last worries about her and House fall away. Then, they were interrupted by Chase, House, and Foreman returning.
“Ok, phase one complete,” he took Cameron in his arms and dipped her for a surprise kiss, their weight on his left leg. “Now pizza and beer,” he said as he returned her to her feet.
oOoOo
After lunch, Chase and Foreman completed the difficult task of switching the study’s furniture for Cameron’s bedroom set, while Wilson carried in the smaller things under House’s watchful eye.
“No, no no. That has to go in the kitchen. Not there. By the sink.
Cameron can’t carry those books from there, put them by the shelf.
That’s going to hang by the piano, put it in the corner.”
Cameron carried what she could, boxes. She tried to distract him from harassing Wilson by calling him into the bedroom. “I need your help dividing the closet?”
He walked in, put his palm on the first shirt, and shoved all the clothes over to the right. His hand snaked out, and he pulled her into the closet, pressing her against the wall in the now empty half.
“House, I’ve been working…”
He kissed her neck, “Mmm,” he murmured against her damp skin. “Dirty.” His hand cupped her breast through her top while he nipped and sucked behind her ear. “What did you really want me in here for, Cameron.”
She moaned; she loved hearing him say her name. She could feel his tongue tracing over her throat, pausing to feel her pulse. “I-ah-I’m distracting you while Wilson breaks that hideous lamp.”
“Impressive strategy. That lamp is from my mother,” he slid his hand down, and cupped her between her thighs, through her yoga pants, making her gasp and grab his wrist.
“Not now,” she whispered, but he felt her grip on his wrist not pushing his hand away but pushing him harder against her.
He chuckled. “Not now,” he agreed. With one last caress and kiss on the lips he left her to unpack her clothes.
oOoOo
They all rode back to Cameron’s apartment to unpack the office furniture and retrieve their cars. House left Cameron and Wilson by the truck to talk to Chase and Foreman. ‘The awkward part,’ he thought.
“It must be nice to know you have a fall back career-moving. You’re good.”
They couldn’t help but grin; he was House. Foreman shook his head. “Thanks, I think.”
“You guys should come over for poker next Friday.” He almost couldn’t believe he’d said it, and they seemed just as shocked.
Chase recovered first. “Should we…bring anything?”
“Dates. And cash.”
“Right.”
“Thanks guys,” he said, and turned to walk away before they could reply.
He walked over to Wilson and Cameron, who sensed he would like to say goodbye privately. “I’ll wait in the car.”
“Think about what you want for dinner,” he called to her as she walked away. He turned to Wilson. “So.”
Wilson shook his head, and looked at the desk beside the dumpster. “The study.”
“It’s not a big deal,” House said as he kicked at a stray rock.
Wilson stared at him until he looked up. “You are so gone.”
“Send me the bill for the truck, ok?”
Wilson turned toward the truck, still mumbling, “So gone," under his breath.
Chapter 29