Fic: We're Not Just On Safari You and Me
Author:plum_pink
Title: We're Not Just On Safari You and Me
Rating:NC-17
Pairing: House/Cameron
Warnings:Smut.
Disclaimer: Don't own House, M.D.
Summary: Cameron and House: Doctors without borders.
For the hc_smut_a_thon prompt. Sorry it's late.
Her fingers twist at the metal cap of her canteen. She tips her head back tasting dirt and sweat mixed with the cool crisp water as she swallows heavily. A somewhat shaky breath escapes her lips and she puts down the canteen.
Hands on her hips she looks around the terrain. Compounds with old model cars parked around the sides complete her vision. The overly enthused sound of child laughter flood her ears and brings a sudden pang to her heart.
Cameron slips her hands into her short pockets and smiles as a small child runs to her. She jumps into her arms and cups her fingers over her ear and whispers. Her arms tighten to accommodate her size as she slowly walks over to the other children.
It’s not what she imagined it would be. Nigeria isn’t desolate, hopeless, and frightening. There is color, life, and laughter. She wants to save the world, but it’s saving her.
Every once in awhile she’ll call Chase and check up on him. Promise him that she’s fine and tell him she doesn’t know when she’ll be back.
He sighs and tells her to hurry soon. He coos into the receiver that he misses her, that the sheets stopped smelling like her distinct and unique scent.
It’s okay though, because she’s changed. She doesn’t wear her eighty-dollar bottle of perfume or wash her hair in Paul Mitchell Shampoo. In fact she’s been sporting a shorter more manageable hairstyle.
The small child slips from her grasp as she runs to the approaching person. A grin curls her lips as she watches House limp towards her. His cane taps out a steady rhythm as he walks. Dust gathers and fades as the rubber end meets the ground. A cloud of brown smoke wafts in between his legs.
The girl wraps her arms around his good leg and jumps in place, chattering off quickly in her native tongue. He’s only been here for two months and he’s picked it up better then she ever will.
He awkwardly pats the child on the head and looks up at Cameron. He gives her a curt nod as she disentangles herself from his legs and runs after her playmates.
Cameron remembers picking him up from the airport. He muttered about the weather and the dust and the insects but she knew it was a front. He slipped his fingers through her hair marveling at the cut telling her she looked good. His own way of saying he missed her.
He looked good too. He definitely does now. The scruff has grown out considerably, and he’s tan and stronger. His leg still bothers him, especially with the short supply of vicodin but he’s been trying to manage. It’s hard for him to complain so much when half of these children don’t even have their necessary vaccinations.
This means he’s leaving to two weeks. He needs the medication and time to recuperate. Otherwise he’s useless to these people.
He promises to be back, he gripped her shoulder with his warm hand and pulled her close. Pressing a tender kiss to her forehead as she tried to hold back her tears.
It’s hard being away from everyone you know, and conquering it all alone.
Now he’s in front of her. A twinkle in his eye as he grabs her elbow and strokes the smooth skin in the crook of her arm.
He jerks his head towards their room. “Come on.” She rolls her eyes and follows him into the compound.
“Charitable work turns me on.” He tells her as he starts to remove the buttons of her shirt one by one. She laughs and hold his hips in her small hands. She tries to remember these moments because he won’t be here for long and she’s afraid she’s grown to dependent on his presence.
Cameron stands on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to the underside of his rough jaw as he rids her entirely of her shirt. He brushes a hand down her side feeling her rib cage in the process.
“When we get back to the states I’m buying you the largest, most fattening bacon double cheeseburger I can find.” He promises and captures her lips with his.
She knows she’s lost weight, but there’s not much she can do. The native food doesn’t agree with her too much.
House pushes his tongue past her lips and wraps it with hers. Her breathing begins to hitch as she spreads her legs, the throbbing beginning to grow.
He obliges and cups her mound through the thin material of her shorts. House fingers the inseam finding her clit and rubbing it sweetly as she beings to pant in need. She rocks her hips into his hand, as their kisses grow wetter.
A gasp leaves her mouth as he pulls back and removes his own shirt and goes to work on her bra. He thumbs the hard buds and wetting them both with his saliva, then removes it for better access.
She moves to the bed and lies back. House grins wickedly as he unbuckles his pants and they hit the floor with a clang. Her shorts have joined his on the floor and she lies before him in her panties. “Come here.” She pleads. Her voice is thick with need.
He kneels with great difficulty and presses a kiss to her clit. Lapping slowly at her center. She pulls him up with her hands and loses her panties and he slides in.
Cameron grips his forearms; his thrusts are slow and drugging. Her hands flit in-between their bodies and she touches herself.
“Feisty.” He teases.
She takes a gulp of air, “I want it to be together.” It’s too sentimental and his eyes shy from hers as he picks up the pace. He grunts and empties himself inside her and she soon follows.
He collapses on his side and shields his eyes with his arm. She can feel his cum dribble out and leak on the sheets. It’s warm and tacky.
“You know you could come with me and then we’ll fly back together.” He says after he’s caught his breath.
If only it was that easy. “If I leave here with you, I’ll never come back.” She sighs. House nods and grabs her thigh and brushes his thumb against her skin.
“Come back?” She asks propping herself on his chest.
He doesn’t look at her right away but then gives her a quick kiss.
“Yeah I will.” And she knows he means it.
Title: We're Not Just On Safari You and Me
Rating:NC-17
Pairing: House/Cameron
Warnings:Smut.
Disclaimer: Don't own House, M.D.
Summary: Cameron and House: Doctors without borders.
For the hc_smut_a_thon prompt. Sorry it's late.
Her fingers twist at the metal cap of her canteen. She tips her head back tasting dirt and sweat mixed with the cool crisp water as she swallows heavily. A somewhat shaky breath escapes her lips and she puts down the canteen.
Hands on her hips she looks around the terrain. Compounds with old model cars parked around the sides complete her vision. The overly enthused sound of child laughter flood her ears and brings a sudden pang to her heart.
Cameron slips her hands into her short pockets and smiles as a small child runs to her. She jumps into her arms and cups her fingers over her ear and whispers. Her arms tighten to accommodate her size as she slowly walks over to the other children.
It’s not what she imagined it would be. Nigeria isn’t desolate, hopeless, and frightening. There is color, life, and laughter. She wants to save the world, but it’s saving her.
Every once in awhile she’ll call Chase and check up on him. Promise him that she’s fine and tell him she doesn’t know when she’ll be back.
He sighs and tells her to hurry soon. He coos into the receiver that he misses her, that the sheets stopped smelling like her distinct and unique scent.
It’s okay though, because she’s changed. She doesn’t wear her eighty-dollar bottle of perfume or wash her hair in Paul Mitchell Shampoo. In fact she’s been sporting a shorter more manageable hairstyle.
The small child slips from her grasp as she runs to the approaching person. A grin curls her lips as she watches House limp towards her. His cane taps out a steady rhythm as he walks. Dust gathers and fades as the rubber end meets the ground. A cloud of brown smoke wafts in between his legs.
The girl wraps her arms around his good leg and jumps in place, chattering off quickly in her native tongue. He’s only been here for two months and he’s picked it up better then she ever will.
He awkwardly pats the child on the head and looks up at Cameron. He gives her a curt nod as she disentangles herself from his legs and runs after her playmates.
Cameron remembers picking him up from the airport. He muttered about the weather and the dust and the insects but she knew it was a front. He slipped his fingers through her hair marveling at the cut telling her she looked good. His own way of saying he missed her.
He looked good too. He definitely does now. The scruff has grown out considerably, and he’s tan and stronger. His leg still bothers him, especially with the short supply of vicodin but he’s been trying to manage. It’s hard for him to complain so much when half of these children don’t even have their necessary vaccinations.
This means he’s leaving to two weeks. He needs the medication and time to recuperate. Otherwise he’s useless to these people.
He promises to be back, he gripped her shoulder with his warm hand and pulled her close. Pressing a tender kiss to her forehead as she tried to hold back her tears.
It’s hard being away from everyone you know, and conquering it all alone.
Now he’s in front of her. A twinkle in his eye as he grabs her elbow and strokes the smooth skin in the crook of her arm.
He jerks his head towards their room. “Come on.” She rolls her eyes and follows him into the compound.
“Charitable work turns me on.” He tells her as he starts to remove the buttons of her shirt one by one. She laughs and hold his hips in her small hands. She tries to remember these moments because he won’t be here for long and she’s afraid she’s grown to dependent on his presence.
Cameron stands on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to the underside of his rough jaw as he rids her entirely of her shirt. He brushes a hand down her side feeling her rib cage in the process.
“When we get back to the states I’m buying you the largest, most fattening bacon double cheeseburger I can find.” He promises and captures her lips with his.
She knows she’s lost weight, but there’s not much she can do. The native food doesn’t agree with her too much.
House pushes his tongue past her lips and wraps it with hers. Her breathing begins to hitch as she spreads her legs, the throbbing beginning to grow.
He obliges and cups her mound through the thin material of her shorts. House fingers the inseam finding her clit and rubbing it sweetly as she beings to pant in need. She rocks her hips into his hand, as their kisses grow wetter.
A gasp leaves her mouth as he pulls back and removes his own shirt and goes to work on her bra. He thumbs the hard buds and wetting them both with his saliva, then removes it for better access.
She moves to the bed and lies back. House grins wickedly as he unbuckles his pants and they hit the floor with a clang. Her shorts have joined his on the floor and she lies before him in her panties. “Come here.” She pleads. Her voice is thick with need.
He kneels with great difficulty and presses a kiss to her clit. Lapping slowly at her center. She pulls him up with her hands and loses her panties and he slides in.
Cameron grips his forearms; his thrusts are slow and drugging. Her hands flit in-between their bodies and she touches herself.
“Feisty.” He teases.
She takes a gulp of air, “I want it to be together.” It’s too sentimental and his eyes shy from hers as he picks up the pace. He grunts and empties himself inside her and she soon follows.
He collapses on his side and shields his eyes with his arm. She can feel his cum dribble out and leak on the sheets. It’s warm and tacky.
“You know you could come with me and then we’ll fly back together.” He says after he’s caught his breath.
If only it was that easy. “If I leave here with you, I’ll never come back.” She sighs. House nods and grabs her thigh and brushes his thumb against her skin.
“Come back?” She asks propping herself on his chest.
He doesn’t look at her right away but then gives her a quick kiss.
“Yeah I will.” And she knows he means it.