a place so far away from normal life 1/1
title: a place so far away from normal life
pairing: house/cameron
rating: pg
summary: it makes sense to her that things are finally happening between them, when everything is so chaotic.
note: just a small fic for bibi_luvs_house. sorry it's late. happy birthday again ;)
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“It’s raining.”
“No kidding.”
Cameron pauses, looking up from the edge of the bed. She has her arms folded under her chest, propping herself up, and the rough blanket draped over the edge of his bed scratches at her collarbone. He’s flipping through the books stacked on the edge of his dresser, searching for some missing title. The faint but steady patter of rain sounds in the background, drumming against the window. She sighs, rolling into a sitting position, seeing that he isn’t going to respond to the hint.
They’ve been sleeping together for a few weeks now, though it’s hardly anything official. They don’t talk about it at work- or anywhere, for that matter, except the confines of his apartment. She’s not sure what they’re doing, really, but for once, she’s not grappling for a definition. She had her relationship with Chase, which was a mess, and now Foreman’s leaving. It makes sense to her that things are finally happening between them, when everything is so chaotic.
She scoots to the edge of the bed, swiping her long hair over one shoulder. “I guess I’ll get going.”
House barely grunts, but when she rises to her feet, he rolls his eyes, lifting his head. “Oh, sit down,” he grumbles.
Cameron frowns, slants an eyebrow, but does as he says. She studies him as he finishes skimming the pages of one volume- an old, dogeared anatomy textbook he immediately stashes under the others. She's not sure what he's looking for, but she doesn't ask, just watches him idly. She wants to laugh, a little, at his roundabout way of asking her to stay.
He gives her a cursory look, finally retrieving a book from the very top of the pile.
“Pathetic excuse, by the way,” he notes, walking around the end of the bed.
She frowns, swivelling to look down at him as he slumps onto the other side. He starts to read, stretching out his legs and sagging lazily into his pillows.
“What?”
“The rain? You have windshield wipers, don’t you?”
Cameron rolls her eyes, biting back a retort because she can see the hint of amusement playing on his face, and slides down onto her back beside him. She pauses, then figures what the hell? and invades his personal space. She curls on her side, drawn to the warmth of his body and the fact that he has predictibly claimed both pillows. She slides her cheek onto his side, immediately enveloped by the smooth, soft fabric. She feels his hot breath fanning against the top of her head, and closes her eyes. She's amazed, sometimes, when they're overcome by these unexpected moments of normalcy.
A breath rushes between her lips when she feels his thumb brush briefly against her forehead, tucking aside a few strands of hair. Her eyes fly open, but his attention is already fixed back on his book, and she lets out a soft sigh.
She cushions her head against his shoulder because it’s more comfortable that way, and he doesn’t move. In fact, she probably imagines it, but she thinks he sighs as well. A contended kind of sound. Or as content as House can ever be, anyway. She feels the muscles in his body refuse to relax completely, and knows his mind is probably mulling over a million other things.
Still, she sleeps easily. Because for a moment, with her, he stops.
/end
pairing: house/cameron
rating: pg
summary: it makes sense to her that things are finally happening between them, when everything is so chaotic.
note: just a small fic for bibi_luvs_house. sorry it's late. happy birthday again ;)
--
“It’s raining.”
“No kidding.”
Cameron pauses, looking up from the edge of the bed. She has her arms folded under her chest, propping herself up, and the rough blanket draped over the edge of his bed scratches at her collarbone. He’s flipping through the books stacked on the edge of his dresser, searching for some missing title. The faint but steady patter of rain sounds in the background, drumming against the window. She sighs, rolling into a sitting position, seeing that he isn’t going to respond to the hint.
They’ve been sleeping together for a few weeks now, though it’s hardly anything official. They don’t talk about it at work- or anywhere, for that matter, except the confines of his apartment. She’s not sure what they’re doing, really, but for once, she’s not grappling for a definition. She had her relationship with Chase, which was a mess, and now Foreman’s leaving. It makes sense to her that things are finally happening between them, when everything is so chaotic.
She scoots to the edge of the bed, swiping her long hair over one shoulder. “I guess I’ll get going.”
House barely grunts, but when she rises to her feet, he rolls his eyes, lifting his head. “Oh, sit down,” he grumbles.
Cameron frowns, slants an eyebrow, but does as he says. She studies him as he finishes skimming the pages of one volume- an old, dogeared anatomy textbook he immediately stashes under the others. She's not sure what he's looking for, but she doesn't ask, just watches him idly. She wants to laugh, a little, at his roundabout way of asking her to stay.
He gives her a cursory look, finally retrieving a book from the very top of the pile.
“Pathetic excuse, by the way,” he notes, walking around the end of the bed.
She frowns, swivelling to look down at him as he slumps onto the other side. He starts to read, stretching out his legs and sagging lazily into his pillows.
“What?”
“The rain? You have windshield wipers, don’t you?”
Cameron rolls her eyes, biting back a retort because she can see the hint of amusement playing on his face, and slides down onto her back beside him. She pauses, then figures what the hell? and invades his personal space. She curls on her side, drawn to the warmth of his body and the fact that he has predictibly claimed both pillows. She slides her cheek onto his side, immediately enveloped by the smooth, soft fabric. She feels his hot breath fanning against the top of her head, and closes her eyes. She's amazed, sometimes, when they're overcome by these unexpected moments of normalcy.
A breath rushes between her lips when she feels his thumb brush briefly against her forehead, tucking aside a few strands of hair. Her eyes fly open, but his attention is already fixed back on his book, and she lets out a soft sigh.
She cushions her head against his shoulder because it’s more comfortable that way, and he doesn’t move. In fact, she probably imagines it, but she thinks he sighs as well. A contended kind of sound. Or as content as House can ever be, anyway. She feels the muscles in his body refuse to relax completely, and knows his mind is probably mulling over a million other things.
Still, she sleeps easily. Because for a moment, with her, he stops.
/end