Fic: The Babble of Silent Circles In Our Private Lives
Author:plumpink
Title:The Babble of Silent Circles In Our Private Lives
Rating:PG-13
Pairing: House/Cameron
Warnings:Some language.
Disclaimer: Don't own House, M.D.
Summary: She's not sure she's ready for more but ready for what they have.
For michchick2 Happy Belated Birthday!
Summer was never her favorite season. Cameron was more partial to spring, the drugging depression of the frost thawing and the colorful palette of lilies and tulips sprinkled through out her pathetic excuse of a garden.
It was better than this current feeling of her niece Maggie’s sticky blue fingers clutching at her bare thigh pulling her in the direction of the swings. Her red and blue lips twitching animatedly as she jumps in little steps.
The rustle and crackle of the grill cuts through the ambient chatter as her brother flips and turns the burgers and hot dogs. He calls her over with a tilt of his head. She bends down and whispers into her niece’s ear sending her off to conquer the swings alone.
The unrelenting heat tugging and pleading with her skin has never won her over. It leaves her making appointments with her hair stylist. She always asks for a trim but manages to get more hacked off than she asked for.
Jack lays the hissing meat onto a wheat bun and hands her the plate. She smiles her gratitude and presses her fingers against the slick trail of grease it’s left on her plate. Cameron’s brother watches her out of the corner of his eye, so she indulges him and takes a bite. He nods and turns his attention back to the grill while she wanders off to pick at her food alone.
Chase promised to call her. They still go out for dinner and drinks every once in a while. The only difference is that he’s moved out and she’s ceased any type of physical intimacy. It’s better this way, she tells him. They weren’t going anywhere.
If Foreman can spare the time he’ll come along also. She has to pinch herself in reminder that she can enjoy Foreman’s company.
She settles down on a nearby bench and whistles the Rufus over. He runs over promptly and sniffs at the fat drippings and stiff bun before tearing into the medium rare burger. She feels like an impish child as she glances over in her brother’s direction. It’s better this way he’ll never believe her if she tells him she wasn’t hungry.
Her phone buzzes at her hip and she collects it from her short pockets. Her heart flips a little as she presses the ignore button.
The crackle of the grill and Maggie’s laughter slices through her revere. Cameron brushes her bum as she stands ridding herself of any grass and kisses her brother and sister-in-law goodbye. Jack’s eyes narrow at her as she rubs her flat stomach, praising his grilling skills. He hugs her again but this time she feels as if he’s checking her for body fat. She gets in her car and makes the three-hour drive from Connecticut to Princeton.
It’s still bright out as she reaches the Hospital’s parking lot and finds House leaning against his motorcycle. She clutches her keys hard and stands a foot away from him, her head tilted. It’s too warm for him to be wearing that thick leather jacket. She imagines sliding it off his broad shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
His eyes flick over hers and he takes a deep breath, looking off into the empty space of the lot.
“You’re pathetic.” He says. She smirks at this one.
“How can I be? I didn’t answer it.”
“But you’re here.” He points out. House was right. She always came running, despite the fact that she ignored his call. There was always some type of pull and allure with him. It was hard to escape.
Her legs shift and she adjusts her stance. “Hmm.” She murmurs as he takes an awkward step forward. That was callous of her, making him make the first move. It's better for her sanity to know he was interested.
House’s hand came to rest at her hip and he drew her closer to him lining his warm body up against hers. Her arms tingle at the thought of wrapping them around his neck arching her body into his. Now his arm was curled around her lithe waist as he brought his mouth to her ear pressing a wet and warm kiss to the side of it. His breath tickling the sensitive skin and sending a jolt through her body.
“Mmm.” She purrs softly as he nips at the smooth column of her neck. Cameron chides herself silently; she didn’t want him to know how much he affected her. He knew anyway.
“My place or my place?” He asks as she peels herself from his body, moving over to his side.
“Why did you make me drive all the way over here?”
“You could’ve answered the phone.” He replies. “Why don’t you let Daddy give you a ride?”
She grimaces at his remark and picks up a helmet conveniently hanging from one of the handlebars.
Cameron wraps her arms around his waist as he revs up the bike.
He takes them to a bar and orders them drinks. A beer for him and one of those girly drinks he teases her for ordering.
She’s feeling flirty as she sips the fruity blue concoction while leaning over the bar, pushing her bum out just begging for attention. He obliges and comes to stand behind her as he reaches for his drink. Cameron catches the dirty glances the other patrons send his way.
She turns to face him and suggests they take a booth. He nods silently and lets her lead the way. House slides in next to her trapping her to the booth. He takes a sip of his beer and leans back.
“I visited my brother today.” She tries. He turns to look at her, she take this as sign to continue. “It was nice, he tried to get me to eat everything he grilled though.” She laughs.
“Did you?” He asks. He scrutinizes everything she puts in her mouth, but never voices his opinions of her eating habits.
Cameron nods. He probably doesn’t buy it but she lifts her glass to her mouth signaling the end of the conversation.
His arm drifts to her back and slips his hand into the back of her shorts, stroking the dimples above her bum.
“Let’s go.” She such a lightweight; she nods and follows him out of the booth. He leaves his beer cold and barely touched on the booth as they leave.
This is their routine. She doesn’t expect more from the romps. It’s House she’s dealing with.
While they lay in bed after their tryst he strokes her bare back and tells her he likes the “New Cameron.” She smiles and drifts off into a fitful slumber.
When she leaves the next morning she grabs a travel mug and fills it with coffee while he showers. He comes out and drives her to her place for a change of clothes and waits while she changes and drives them both to work.
She lifts the shield of his helmet and presses a kiss to his lips and yelps in surprise as his tongue slips past her lips.
“That’s what I like about you. You’re a sure thing when you’re tipsy and a lot cheaper than a hooker.”
A pink blush creeps into her cheeks and he grins wickedly at her.
She cocks her head and her lips curl into a smile.
Title:The Babble of Silent Circles In Our Private Lives
Rating:PG-13
Pairing: House/Cameron
Warnings:Some language.
Disclaimer: Don't own House, M.D.
Summary: She's not sure she's ready for more but ready for what they have.
For michchick2 Happy Belated Birthday!
Summer was never her favorite season. Cameron was more partial to spring, the drugging depression of the frost thawing and the colorful palette of lilies and tulips sprinkled through out her pathetic excuse of a garden.
It was better than this current feeling of her niece Maggie’s sticky blue fingers clutching at her bare thigh pulling her in the direction of the swings. Her red and blue lips twitching animatedly as she jumps in little steps.
The rustle and crackle of the grill cuts through the ambient chatter as her brother flips and turns the burgers and hot dogs. He calls her over with a tilt of his head. She bends down and whispers into her niece’s ear sending her off to conquer the swings alone.
The unrelenting heat tugging and pleading with her skin has never won her over. It leaves her making appointments with her hair stylist. She always asks for a trim but manages to get more hacked off than she asked for.
Jack lays the hissing meat onto a wheat bun and hands her the plate. She smiles her gratitude and presses her fingers against the slick trail of grease it’s left on her plate. Cameron’s brother watches her out of the corner of his eye, so she indulges him and takes a bite. He nods and turns his attention back to the grill while she wanders off to pick at her food alone.
Chase promised to call her. They still go out for dinner and drinks every once in a while. The only difference is that he’s moved out and she’s ceased any type of physical intimacy. It’s better this way, she tells him. They weren’t going anywhere.
If Foreman can spare the time he’ll come along also. She has to pinch herself in reminder that she can enjoy Foreman’s company.
She settles down on a nearby bench and whistles the Rufus over. He runs over promptly and sniffs at the fat drippings and stiff bun before tearing into the medium rare burger. She feels like an impish child as she glances over in her brother’s direction. It’s better this way he’ll never believe her if she tells him she wasn’t hungry.
Her phone buzzes at her hip and she collects it from her short pockets. Her heart flips a little as she presses the ignore button.
The crackle of the grill and Maggie’s laughter slices through her revere. Cameron brushes her bum as she stands ridding herself of any grass and kisses her brother and sister-in-law goodbye. Jack’s eyes narrow at her as she rubs her flat stomach, praising his grilling skills. He hugs her again but this time she feels as if he’s checking her for body fat. She gets in her car and makes the three-hour drive from Connecticut to Princeton.
It’s still bright out as she reaches the Hospital’s parking lot and finds House leaning against his motorcycle. She clutches her keys hard and stands a foot away from him, her head tilted. It’s too warm for him to be wearing that thick leather jacket. She imagines sliding it off his broad shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
His eyes flick over hers and he takes a deep breath, looking off into the empty space of the lot.
“You’re pathetic.” He says. She smirks at this one.
“How can I be? I didn’t answer it.”
“But you’re here.” He points out. House was right. She always came running, despite the fact that she ignored his call. There was always some type of pull and allure with him. It was hard to escape.
Her legs shift and she adjusts her stance. “Hmm.” She murmurs as he takes an awkward step forward. That was callous of her, making him make the first move. It's better for her sanity to know he was interested.
House’s hand came to rest at her hip and he drew her closer to him lining his warm body up against hers. Her arms tingle at the thought of wrapping them around his neck arching her body into his. Now his arm was curled around her lithe waist as he brought his mouth to her ear pressing a wet and warm kiss to the side of it. His breath tickling the sensitive skin and sending a jolt through her body.
“Mmm.” She purrs softly as he nips at the smooth column of her neck. Cameron chides herself silently; she didn’t want him to know how much he affected her. He knew anyway.
“My place or my place?” He asks as she peels herself from his body, moving over to his side.
“Why did you make me drive all the way over here?”
“You could’ve answered the phone.” He replies. “Why don’t you let Daddy give you a ride?”
She grimaces at his remark and picks up a helmet conveniently hanging from one of the handlebars.
Cameron wraps her arms around his waist as he revs up the bike.
He takes them to a bar and orders them drinks. A beer for him and one of those girly drinks he teases her for ordering.
She’s feeling flirty as she sips the fruity blue concoction while leaning over the bar, pushing her bum out just begging for attention. He obliges and comes to stand behind her as he reaches for his drink. Cameron catches the dirty glances the other patrons send his way.
She turns to face him and suggests they take a booth. He nods silently and lets her lead the way. House slides in next to her trapping her to the booth. He takes a sip of his beer and leans back.
“I visited my brother today.” She tries. He turns to look at her, she take this as sign to continue. “It was nice, he tried to get me to eat everything he grilled though.” She laughs.
“Did you?” He asks. He scrutinizes everything she puts in her mouth, but never voices his opinions of her eating habits.
Cameron nods. He probably doesn’t buy it but she lifts her glass to her mouth signaling the end of the conversation.
His arm drifts to her back and slips his hand into the back of her shorts, stroking the dimples above her bum.
“Let’s go.” She such a lightweight; she nods and follows him out of the booth. He leaves his beer cold and barely touched on the booth as they leave.
This is their routine. She doesn’t expect more from the romps. It’s House she’s dealing with.
While they lay in bed after their tryst he strokes her bare back and tells her he likes the “New Cameron.” She smiles and drifts off into a fitful slumber.
When she leaves the next morning she grabs a travel mug and fills it with coffee while he showers. He comes out and drives her to her place for a change of clothes and waits while she changes and drives them both to work.
She lifts the shield of his helmet and presses a kiss to his lips and yelps in surprise as his tongue slips past her lips.
“That’s what I like about you. You’re a sure thing when you’re tipsy and a lot cheaper than a hooker.”
A pink blush creeps into her cheeks and he grins wickedly at her.
She cocks her head and her lips curl into a smile.