House Fanfiction - "Rabbit Hole"
Title: Rabbit Hole
Author: sgr11
Characters: House/Cameron, Cameron/Wilson
Word Count: 870 (I'm sorry, I just couldn't cut it down... I really really tried!)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: House has fallen off the deep end... and has spiraled out of control with drugs.
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers, slightly AU, imagine it takes place after "No Reason" and takes place far into the future. Written from House's POV.
Author's Note: Characters aren't mine. Written for hc_smut_a_thon Challenge #4. The requirements were to write a drabble set outdoors and incorporate summer in some way (the 500 words or under I failed at).
Surprisingly, I'm behind in responses, but I'll get to them as soon as I can... I still have to reply to those for Shot and will do so as soon as possible!
Beta: The lovely phineyj *smooch*!
Song: "White Rabbit" - Jefferson Airplane
Rabbit Hole
You fell down the rabbit-hole. It was a long time coming, you are perfectly aware of that. The fall isn’t fun, you enjoyed the ride there, at least that is what you tell yourself.
Wilson forces you to stay with him in what is to be your recovery period. You try not to laugh out loud; you know you will be doing no such recovering. You wonder if the mistress of his house minds your presence.
Cameron. She tried to save you, then she could barely save herself from you. Now Wilson plays savior to you all to make-up for his past sins, at least that’s what you think he’s doing. She doesn’t lower herself to become the fourth Mrs. Wilson, but she does delude herself enough to sign a mortgage. You don’t blame her. You tormented her enough, she needed some comfort, and James was an excellent person to get it from.
You weren’t even mad at him. Really, you couldn’t be. You dragged her along for too long. It was easier not to feel. Especially during those long summer days where she flaunted herself in front of you, trying desperately to get your attention, trying anything to pull you away from your haze, back to life. It wasn’t as if you didn’t notice that she didn’t wear any underwear underneath those white linen pants, and the plunging neck line of her blue-violet blouse killed you -- especially the way it brought out the color of her eyes. You just swallowed more pills. Some made you larger, some made you small. And you went home and paid to fuck hard to forget her.
+
You can’t sleep. Their small cottage has no air conditioning and even the early morning heat is overwhelming. You take out a stash of pills that Wilson never found, eyeing them, you swallow the blue ones.
You stumble out onto the patio, throw yourself into a lounge chair and wait for the pills to kick in. You roll your head around and laugh to yourself. Of course, she has a garden. There are flowers in bright colors blooming bountifully in terracotta pots and soil beds, lovingly cared for, not a weed in sight. Typical Cameron, she’s gotta take care of something.
As if she hears your thoughts, she’s out the side door with a watering can in her hand. She wears a blue-green nightgown, her hair tousled up in a clip. She’s humming to herself and tending to her plants. She doesn’t see you and she’s breathtaking.
You feel an ache in your chest, you’ve missed her. She is kneeling down to pick out a stray weed amongst her flowers and you can’t help but admire the curve of her ass through her thin gown, her lovely bare legs... You are behind her without thinking, grabbing her around the waist, the sound of a watering can falling on blue slate echoing.
Before she can let out a noise, your mouth is on hers. She’s fighting you, but she’s not fighting you that hard. You work your bodies across the patio to the lounge chair, your hand enjoying the curve of her breast and the feel of her hardening nipple through the thin fabric of her gown. Her tongue finally welcomes you, is hungering for you, and you remove your lips to taste the skin on her neck. Her whimper is your welcome.
Your fingers grab the edge of her nightgown caressing her thigh as you hike up the fabric, her bare ass against the teak chair. You can feel the heat emanating from her as you rub her between her curls, a long moan out of her almost undoing you. You are throbbing for her, you peel down your pajama pants and push her legs open wide thrusting hard into her. Her teeth are on your shoulder as you pull down her gown and nibble on her nipple, a mixture of pleasure and pain pulsating through your hazy veins. She envelopes you, you don’t know why you ever went without her.
It feels good to be fucking outside, to have the air on your skin, to have Cameron surround you. The way she sheaths your cock, her wetness tensing around you, you think of fucking her in a hundred different ways and you don’t want to let her go. You can’t hold back, thrusting and grinding hard into her, she responding to your movements, you feel her fall like rain into your hands as you spill into her.
You are intertwined and sweaty in the morning air amongst the chirping birds. She pushes herself off of you, looks very intently into your eyes. She shakes her head, you see her bite back a small smile as her face grows red, tears on her lashes. “I love you.” She leans down and kisses you. Quickly she removes herself from your entanglement. You are drifting off to sleep when you hear the screen door slam shut.
+
You are being poked awake by your own cane.
“What the hell did you do?” demands Wilson.
You are confused. You have no idea what he’s talking about.
He throws your cane down. “Cameron left.” He turns and walks away.
end
Author: sgr11
Characters: House/Cameron, Cameron/Wilson
Word Count: 870 (I'm sorry, I just couldn't cut it down... I really really tried!)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: House has fallen off the deep end... and has spiraled out of control with drugs.
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers, slightly AU, imagine it takes place after "No Reason" and takes place far into the future. Written from House's POV.
Author's Note: Characters aren't mine. Written for hc_smut_a_thon Challenge #4. The requirements were to write a drabble set outdoors and incorporate summer in some way (the 500 words or under I failed at).
Surprisingly, I'm behind in responses, but I'll get to them as soon as I can... I still have to reply to those for Shot and will do so as soon as possible!
Beta: The lovely phineyj *smooch*!
Song: "White Rabbit" - Jefferson Airplane
Rabbit Hole
You fell down the rabbit-hole. It was a long time coming, you are perfectly aware of that. The fall isn’t fun, you enjoyed the ride there, at least that is what you tell yourself.
Wilson forces you to stay with him in what is to be your recovery period. You try not to laugh out loud; you know you will be doing no such recovering. You wonder if the mistress of his house minds your presence.
Cameron. She tried to save you, then she could barely save herself from you. Now Wilson plays savior to you all to make-up for his past sins, at least that’s what you think he’s doing. She doesn’t lower herself to become the fourth Mrs. Wilson, but she does delude herself enough to sign a mortgage. You don’t blame her. You tormented her enough, she needed some comfort, and James was an excellent person to get it from.
You weren’t even mad at him. Really, you couldn’t be. You dragged her along for too long. It was easier not to feel. Especially during those long summer days where she flaunted herself in front of you, trying desperately to get your attention, trying anything to pull you away from your haze, back to life. It wasn’t as if you didn’t notice that she didn’t wear any underwear underneath those white linen pants, and the plunging neck line of her blue-violet blouse killed you -- especially the way it brought out the color of her eyes. You just swallowed more pills. Some made you larger, some made you small. And you went home and paid to fuck hard to forget her.
+
You can’t sleep. Their small cottage has no air conditioning and even the early morning heat is overwhelming. You take out a stash of pills that Wilson never found, eyeing them, you swallow the blue ones.
You stumble out onto the patio, throw yourself into a lounge chair and wait for the pills to kick in. You roll your head around and laugh to yourself. Of course, she has a garden. There are flowers in bright colors blooming bountifully in terracotta pots and soil beds, lovingly cared for, not a weed in sight. Typical Cameron, she’s gotta take care of something.
As if she hears your thoughts, she’s out the side door with a watering can in her hand. She wears a blue-green nightgown, her hair tousled up in a clip. She’s humming to herself and tending to her plants. She doesn’t see you and she’s breathtaking.
You feel an ache in your chest, you’ve missed her. She is kneeling down to pick out a stray weed amongst her flowers and you can’t help but admire the curve of her ass through her thin gown, her lovely bare legs... You are behind her without thinking, grabbing her around the waist, the sound of a watering can falling on blue slate echoing.
Before she can let out a noise, your mouth is on hers. She’s fighting you, but she’s not fighting you that hard. You work your bodies across the patio to the lounge chair, your hand enjoying the curve of her breast and the feel of her hardening nipple through the thin fabric of her gown. Her tongue finally welcomes you, is hungering for you, and you remove your lips to taste the skin on her neck. Her whimper is your welcome.
Your fingers grab the edge of her nightgown caressing her thigh as you hike up the fabric, her bare ass against the teak chair. You can feel the heat emanating from her as you rub her between her curls, a long moan out of her almost undoing you. You are throbbing for her, you peel down your pajama pants and push her legs open wide thrusting hard into her. Her teeth are on your shoulder as you pull down her gown and nibble on her nipple, a mixture of pleasure and pain pulsating through your hazy veins. She envelopes you, you don’t know why you ever went without her.
It feels good to be fucking outside, to have the air on your skin, to have Cameron surround you. The way she sheaths your cock, her wetness tensing around you, you think of fucking her in a hundred different ways and you don’t want to let her go. You can’t hold back, thrusting and grinding hard into her, she responding to your movements, you feel her fall like rain into your hands as you spill into her.
You are intertwined and sweaty in the morning air amongst the chirping birds. She pushes herself off of you, looks very intently into your eyes. She shakes her head, you see her bite back a small smile as her face grows red, tears on her lashes. “I love you.” She leans down and kisses you. Quickly she removes herself from your entanglement. You are drifting off to sleep when you hear the screen door slam shut.
+
You are being poked awake by your own cane.
“What the hell did you do?” demands Wilson.
You are confused. You have no idea what he’s talking about.
He throws your cane down. “Cameron left.” He turns and walks away.
end