It's Natural, Part II
Sequel to this post. This is the second (and not the last yet) post in the series of Camteen drabbles written for nature-related prompts.
Please note that the drabbles are unrelated to each other, and in no way form a sequence! :D
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Evergreen
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 113
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. Remy and Allison were sprawled on their living room couch, one on either side, two pairs of legs tangled at the center. While the brunette watched 'Kingdom of Heaven' for the hundredth time, the blonde busied herself with crosswords.
"Hey, Rems…"
"Huh…", Thirteen answered barely audibly, not taking her eyes of her attention away from the screen.
"What's a plant that never loses its leaves, not even during winter, with 9 letters?"
"Oh, Eva Green…", the brunette sighed dreamily.
"Evergreen, of course! Thanks, baby, you're a genius. Now stop staring at that woman's boobs! Geez, now I see why you like this movie so much. You perv!"
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Alligator
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 116
"I need to find a nickname for you."
"A nickname?"
"Yeah, something that only I call you by."
"You call me 'Al'. That's a nickname, as far as I know."
"Yeah, but I bet plenty of people have called you that already. Ok, let me think… Al… Allie… Oh, I got it!"
"Oh, God. DO I even want to know?"
"Of course you do, it's genius! Allie… gator!"
"What?!"
"Alligator!"
"Ouch, Allison! That hurt! What the hell did you bite me for?"
"I'm an alligator, remember? You said so yourself. And alligators… bite. You should be glad I didn't take a piece off of your arm."
"I guess I'll have to think of a new nickname."
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Air
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 116
I'm standing next to the nurse's station signing some charts when I feel it: that slight change in the air current behind me that lets me know someone is approaching. I don't turn around, though. The day has been incredibly long, and all I don't need as I'm about to head home is an interruption.
But then I feel that tingly sensation of a body being pressed to mine, and know exactly who it is. Her hot breath close to my ear makes a shiver run down my spine, as she whispers a simple 'Hey...' in that husky voice of hers that I love.
And I thank whatever god there might be for her interruption.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Saltwater
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 171
I crumble the paper in my hand, throw it in the nearest trash bin and get up. I walk to the elevator and out of it as fast as I can, and soon I'm in the ER.
Running my eyes around the place, I quickly find the woman I have been blatantly flirting with for the past three weeks, and with whom I still haven't had the courage to try anything, in spite of her being clearly open to it.
I walk to her and, without saying a thing, grab her arm and pull her to the nearest exam room. Seeing the look on my face, she knows better than to question or protest. Closing the door behind us, I shove her against the wall, pressing my body against hers and attacking her lips with mine.
She whimpers, I'm not sure if in pleasure or pain. I don't care. I need to feel her, to taste her. But what I taste instead is saltwater. And that's when I realize I'm crying.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Heatwave
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 193
Even without looking directly at her, I can feel her checking me out. Like, thoroughly checking me out. In a way that I don't think any man has stared at my body before. I'm not exactly sure whether I should be flattered, because she obviously thinks I'm nice enough to look at, or annoyed at her blatant audacity.
What I am, instead, is self-conscious. There's no way you can act naturally when you know someone's watching. So I catch myself thinking before every move I make. And, most embarrassingly, I become completely aware of the fact I'm blushing. I'm not looking at myself in any mirrors, but the heat on my cheeks gives me certainty enough.
Still without looking at her, I know she's coming closer. I can sense her presence, and know how close she is by the fact that the heat is now descending from my face, spreading across my neck, chest, and then stomach, and even lower. My whole body seems to be on fire are she stops just a few inches away from me.
I finally look at her and mirror her smile. No, I'm not annoyed at all.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Mud
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 157
I can't stand being close to her. I can't stand looking at her. I can't stand hearing people talk about her, about how sweet and kind and caring and compassionate she is. It makes me feel dirty.
Because I may, on occasions, be somewhat compassionate. And, if a miracle happens, I might even appear to be caring. But I will never, ever be able to be sweet, and no one would ever say I'm kind. I would like to, if I could. But it's just not in me.
So I close my eyes and ears, and avoid her presence and ignore all thoughts of her. Maybe, if I do it often enough, I'll be able to ignore the mud that I feel covering me, the shame for not being that good. Maybe, if I keep doing that, I'll be able to forget that, more than anything, I'd like her to come and help me clean my mess.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Grass
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 136
We lay flat on our backs that night, over the towel we had just used for our midnight picnic. The cloth was so thin that we could feel the grass beneath us and the dampness that the soil spread along the towel.
It had all been a surprise; I had arrived home from the hospital very late to fins the whole thing waiting for me, candles burning on the ground around the improvised table, the food arranged neatly on it, and her, surrounded by the dim light and more beautiful than ever.
She told me it was to celebrate the fact that we were together. Later, after I had made love to her, she said she loved me. She said she wanted to be with me forever.
How was I supposed to know she was lying?
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Clay
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 200
She molds me as you would a refined piece of pottery: carefully, paying attention to every turn, every shape. She imprints her mark on me, teaching me to be just what she wants me to. And I feel better about myself because of her, because she makes me feel beautiful with every step she leads me to take. She makes me feel like a work of art.
She warms me up, slowly, gradually, and she doesn't even need an oven for that. Her hands running across my body are enough to set me on fire.
At first, she lets into her house and puts me in a highlight place. She introduces me to everyone, and brags about how lucky she is to have me. But after a while, I'm not the new pretty item of decoration anymore, and she moves me to a corner of her life and makes me sit there.
And when I complain about being forgotten, she breaks me, as you would break an ordinary jar that is no longer useful.
Then she sweeps me off her floor and throws me away. And I find myself in a thousand pieces, with nobody to glue me back together.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Avalanche
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 150
It all comes crumbling down in just a few hours. I arrived here this morning thinking everything would be solved and fine by the end of the day.
Now House is at risk, Amber is dying and... well, and so am I, even if a few years later.
I cry, and I don't know over which of us I'm crying, because it's all too much to stand, too much to think about, and I've held so many things inside for so long that I just can't stand it anymore.
She enters the lab in the middle of my breakdown, but I make no mention to stop. I'm past the point where I can. She barely knows me, but she comes to my aid, and I let her pull me into her arms and hold me and whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
I'm also past the point of being proud.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Storm
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 103
You know that sense of tranquility that comes right after a storm? That slight pride that comes from knowing you've been through it all and survived? That's where I am right now.
Only thing is, I know it's not tranquility; it's numbness, it's pure shock that still hasn't worn out. I'm shocked enough to accept her offer to spend a few days at her place after I leave Robert's.
And it's only when I do that I actually start to feel truly calm. As always, I'm still waiting for the next thunder. But I know she'll be there for me when it comes.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Cavern
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 214
I've been locked inside myself since I can remember. Actually, no. There were a few years during my childhood when I remember being... normal. When I'd trust, when I'd tell my parents everything. But then one of them stopped understanding, and the other one was too busy with the first one to care.
So I dug my own cavern, little by little, and walked further and further into it. And there I've stayed, just like in the mythical one, and my perception was that of shadows and imperfections.
Differently from the metaphorical one, though, I didn't leave because I didn't want to; nobody came in because I didn't let them, and everyone eventually gave up.
Except for her. She tried and tried and tried to call me and make me get out of my hole, but I didn't. She asked me to open the gates and let her in, but again, I didn't. But she continued trying, until the iron bars were actually destroyed by her sweet persistence.
She joined me in my cavern and told me about the outside world, about the light and the life and the love. She made me want to see it, feel it for myself. And then she invited me out.
With her, I wasn't afraid to leave.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Rose
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 184
Author's Note: This totally dedicated to my baby. Because she gave me the prompt, because I used it in a way I knew she'd like, because the Little Prince is one of our many mutual passions, and, most of all, because she is my rose.
I've never done this before, so I don't know what to expect. True, I know the theory, but nothing prepared me for the feeling of her skin against mine. This is the kind of thing you can't learn from manuals.
I've never thought it could be this soft, and still feel this amazingly good. I graze my hands over her arms, her back, her stomach, and it feels like I'm touching rose petals.
And I am sure she is the rose herself, because it's not possible that a human being can smell so good, and be so beautiful, and so wonderful to touch. That kind of combination is reserved for flowers only.
She's also frail and delicate as a flower, and that worries me. But she kisses all my worries away, and makes me forget everything but her.
And I realize what a little prince existing somewhere, sometime, already knows: it might be hard being in love with a rose, but it's worth every second of it. And, just like he did, I decide I'll dedicate my life to taking care of my rose.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Twister
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 159
It started as a girls' night out. Just some time together to release the stress and increase our oxytocin levels.
But after a while, her condo seemed a much better place to be than the club, and playing twister while still drunk sounded like the funnest thing ever to do.
So we found ourselves over that damn rug, trying to reach for the colorful circles, even though we could barely walk in a straight line.
Soon, our limbs were tangled and we didn't know which arm or leg belonged to whom anymore, but I had the distinct sensation that it was anatomically impossible for my own arm to be rubbing against my breast like that.
And then she moved again, and our faces were so close to each other that we were literally breathing the same air. Then it was my turn to move, but it wasn't for the blue circle that I reached. It was for her lips.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Raindrop
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 137
She entered my life slowly, little by little, like that kind of light rain whose drops come far apart from each other in both time and space.
A kind remark here, a question showing interest and worry there, a sweet smile now and then.
It was so subtle, so gradual, that I didn't even realize it. I didn't think anything of the fact that, soon, we were having lunch together almost every day. I barely noticed that we were going out together and visiting each other and talking on the phone all the time. I didn't even pay attention to the fact that we were going on dates and flirting and, oh God, that I was kissing her.
When I fell back to myself, were were moving in together, and I was already completely soaked in her.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Slate
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 125
She makes me want to be like a tabula rasa. She makes me want to forget everything I've ever lived, all my previous experiences, and be a clean slate over which she can imprint herself.
And when I'm with her, I can actually almost do it: I don't think of the family that couldn't accept any of my choices; I don't think of the man that has died on me; I don't even think of the two men I've tried to kill inside my heart.
But unfortunately, I can't be with her 24/7. Sometimes, like now, I am alone, and the doubts creep back in. I'd like to restart for her, but I don't know if I can. And I don't know if trying is enough.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Corn
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 150
Not many people know this fact about me, but I was actually born in a small town in Iowa, and lived there until I was 7. We only moved out because my mom needed better medical care.
When I was little, I loved looking at the corn fields that grew not too far from my house. Something about all that yellow soothed me, calmed me down.
When we moved, I lost that feeling, exactly when I needed it the most. I tried countless times to find a substitute for it, up until this day, but I couldn't.
Until this very morning, when I woke up to her lying on my bed, her hair sprawled on the pillow, the sun rays playing over it. And I realized her hair has the very same tonality of yellow as my beloved corn fields. And the sight of it calms me just the same.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Petal
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 103
We go to the park for the day, seizing our first day off together since Spring started. It's a beautiful sunny morning as we pack some snacks, a towel to sit on, and even a Frisbee that Allison surprisingly has.
Reaching our destination, we make ourselves comfortable. A guy passes by selling cotton candy, and I go get us some.
When I return, I see her playing with a daisy, slowly plucking white petal after white petal, until there's only one left, adorning the yellow center.
I approach her silently from behind, leaning down to whisper in her ear: "She loves me".
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Houseplant
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 141
We've been living together for a few months, after realizing it was nonsense to continue paying two rents, when one of our places was always neglected in favor of the other.
She moved in wit me, and it had all been going perfectly well until last week. Until she decided to get a houseplant.
Then we started arguing, because I did not want a houseplant, her houseplant, in my apartment.
We yelled and shouted because of it. But truly, we both knew it wasn't all about the damn houseplant; it was about us.
It was about her will to have a home, to have stability, to be rooted somewhere. And it was about my inability to really let someone in, to let someone be a permanent part of my life.
The houseplant means she intends to stay. And that scares me.
Please note that the drabbles are unrelated to each other, and in no way form a sequence! :D
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Evergreen
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 113
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. Remy and Allison were sprawled on their living room couch, one on either side, two pairs of legs tangled at the center. While the brunette watched 'Kingdom of Heaven' for the hundredth time, the blonde busied herself with crosswords.
"Hey, Rems…"
"Huh…", Thirteen answered barely audibly, not taking her eyes of her attention away from the screen.
"What's a plant that never loses its leaves, not even during winter, with 9 letters?"
"Oh, Eva Green…", the brunette sighed dreamily.
"Evergreen, of course! Thanks, baby, you're a genius. Now stop staring at that woman's boobs! Geez, now I see why you like this movie so much. You perv!"
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Alligator
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 116
"I need to find a nickname for you."
"A nickname?"
"Yeah, something that only I call you by."
"You call me 'Al'. That's a nickname, as far as I know."
"Yeah, but I bet plenty of people have called you that already. Ok, let me think… Al… Allie… Oh, I got it!"
"Oh, God. DO I even want to know?"
"Of course you do, it's genius! Allie… gator!"
"What?!"
"Alligator!"
"Ouch, Allison! That hurt! What the hell did you bite me for?"
"I'm an alligator, remember? You said so yourself. And alligators… bite. You should be glad I didn't take a piece off of your arm."
"I guess I'll have to think of a new nickname."
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Air
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 116
I'm standing next to the nurse's station signing some charts when I feel it: that slight change in the air current behind me that lets me know someone is approaching. I don't turn around, though. The day has been incredibly long, and all I don't need as I'm about to head home is an interruption.
But then I feel that tingly sensation of a body being pressed to mine, and know exactly who it is. Her hot breath close to my ear makes a shiver run down my spine, as she whispers a simple 'Hey...' in that husky voice of hers that I love.
And I thank whatever god there might be for her interruption.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Saltwater
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 171
I crumble the paper in my hand, throw it in the nearest trash bin and get up. I walk to the elevator and out of it as fast as I can, and soon I'm in the ER.
Running my eyes around the place, I quickly find the woman I have been blatantly flirting with for the past three weeks, and with whom I still haven't had the courage to try anything, in spite of her being clearly open to it.
I walk to her and, without saying a thing, grab her arm and pull her to the nearest exam room. Seeing the look on my face, she knows better than to question or protest. Closing the door behind us, I shove her against the wall, pressing my body against hers and attacking her lips with mine.
She whimpers, I'm not sure if in pleasure or pain. I don't care. I need to feel her, to taste her. But what I taste instead is saltwater. And that's when I realize I'm crying.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Heatwave
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 193
Even without looking directly at her, I can feel her checking me out. Like, thoroughly checking me out. In a way that I don't think any man has stared at my body before. I'm not exactly sure whether I should be flattered, because she obviously thinks I'm nice enough to look at, or annoyed at her blatant audacity.
What I am, instead, is self-conscious. There's no way you can act naturally when you know someone's watching. So I catch myself thinking before every move I make. And, most embarrassingly, I become completely aware of the fact I'm blushing. I'm not looking at myself in any mirrors, but the heat on my cheeks gives me certainty enough.
Still without looking at her, I know she's coming closer. I can sense her presence, and know how close she is by the fact that the heat is now descending from my face, spreading across my neck, chest, and then stomach, and even lower. My whole body seems to be on fire are she stops just a few inches away from me.
I finally look at her and mirror her smile. No, I'm not annoyed at all.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Mud
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 157
I can't stand being close to her. I can't stand looking at her. I can't stand hearing people talk about her, about how sweet and kind and caring and compassionate she is. It makes me feel dirty.
Because I may, on occasions, be somewhat compassionate. And, if a miracle happens, I might even appear to be caring. But I will never, ever be able to be sweet, and no one would ever say I'm kind. I would like to, if I could. But it's just not in me.
So I close my eyes and ears, and avoid her presence and ignore all thoughts of her. Maybe, if I do it often enough, I'll be able to ignore the mud that I feel covering me, the shame for not being that good. Maybe, if I keep doing that, I'll be able to forget that, more than anything, I'd like her to come and help me clean my mess.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Grass
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 136
We lay flat on our backs that night, over the towel we had just used for our midnight picnic. The cloth was so thin that we could feel the grass beneath us and the dampness that the soil spread along the towel.
It had all been a surprise; I had arrived home from the hospital very late to fins the whole thing waiting for me, candles burning on the ground around the improvised table, the food arranged neatly on it, and her, surrounded by the dim light and more beautiful than ever.
She told me it was to celebrate the fact that we were together. Later, after I had made love to her, she said she loved me. She said she wanted to be with me forever.
How was I supposed to know she was lying?
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Clay
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 200
She molds me as you would a refined piece of pottery: carefully, paying attention to every turn, every shape. She imprints her mark on me, teaching me to be just what she wants me to. And I feel better about myself because of her, because she makes me feel beautiful with every step she leads me to take. She makes me feel like a work of art.
She warms me up, slowly, gradually, and she doesn't even need an oven for that. Her hands running across my body are enough to set me on fire.
At first, she lets into her house and puts me in a highlight place. She introduces me to everyone, and brags about how lucky she is to have me. But after a while, I'm not the new pretty item of decoration anymore, and she moves me to a corner of her life and makes me sit there.
And when I complain about being forgotten, she breaks me, as you would break an ordinary jar that is no longer useful.
Then she sweeps me off her floor and throws me away. And I find myself in a thousand pieces, with nobody to glue me back together.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Avalanche
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 150
It all comes crumbling down in just a few hours. I arrived here this morning thinking everything would be solved and fine by the end of the day.
Now House is at risk, Amber is dying and... well, and so am I, even if a few years later.
I cry, and I don't know over which of us I'm crying, because it's all too much to stand, too much to think about, and I've held so many things inside for so long that I just can't stand it anymore.
She enters the lab in the middle of my breakdown, but I make no mention to stop. I'm past the point where I can. She barely knows me, but she comes to my aid, and I let her pull me into her arms and hold me and whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
I'm also past the point of being proud.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Storm
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 103
You know that sense of tranquility that comes right after a storm? That slight pride that comes from knowing you've been through it all and survived? That's where I am right now.
Only thing is, I know it's not tranquility; it's numbness, it's pure shock that still hasn't worn out. I'm shocked enough to accept her offer to spend a few days at her place after I leave Robert's.
And it's only when I do that I actually start to feel truly calm. As always, I'm still waiting for the next thunder. But I know she'll be there for me when it comes.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Cavern
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 214
I've been locked inside myself since I can remember. Actually, no. There were a few years during my childhood when I remember being... normal. When I'd trust, when I'd tell my parents everything. But then one of them stopped understanding, and the other one was too busy with the first one to care.
So I dug my own cavern, little by little, and walked further and further into it. And there I've stayed, just like in the mythical one, and my perception was that of shadows and imperfections.
Differently from the metaphorical one, though, I didn't leave because I didn't want to; nobody came in because I didn't let them, and everyone eventually gave up.
Except for her. She tried and tried and tried to call me and make me get out of my hole, but I didn't. She asked me to open the gates and let her in, but again, I didn't. But she continued trying, until the iron bars were actually destroyed by her sweet persistence.
She joined me in my cavern and told me about the outside world, about the light and the life and the love. She made me want to see it, feel it for myself. And then she invited me out.
With her, I wasn't afraid to leave.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Rose
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 184
Author's Note: This totally dedicated to my baby. Because she gave me the prompt, because I used it in a way I knew she'd like, because the Little Prince is one of our many mutual passions, and, most of all, because she is my rose.
I've never done this before, so I don't know what to expect. True, I know the theory, but nothing prepared me for the feeling of her skin against mine. This is the kind of thing you can't learn from manuals.
I've never thought it could be this soft, and still feel this amazingly good. I graze my hands over her arms, her back, her stomach, and it feels like I'm touching rose petals.
And I am sure she is the rose herself, because it's not possible that a human being can smell so good, and be so beautiful, and so wonderful to touch. That kind of combination is reserved for flowers only.
She's also frail and delicate as a flower, and that worries me. But she kisses all my worries away, and makes me forget everything but her.
And I realize what a little prince existing somewhere, sometime, already knows: it might be hard being in love with a rose, but it's worth every second of it. And, just like he did, I decide I'll dedicate my life to taking care of my rose.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Twister
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 159
It started as a girls' night out. Just some time together to release the stress and increase our oxytocin levels.
But after a while, her condo seemed a much better place to be than the club, and playing twister while still drunk sounded like the funnest thing ever to do.
So we found ourselves over that damn rug, trying to reach for the colorful circles, even though we could barely walk in a straight line.
Soon, our limbs were tangled and we didn't know which arm or leg belonged to whom anymore, but I had the distinct sensation that it was anatomically impossible for my own arm to be rubbing against my breast like that.
And then she moved again, and our faces were so close to each other that we were literally breathing the same air. Then it was my turn to move, but it wasn't for the blue circle that I reached. It was for her lips.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Raindrop
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 137
She entered my life slowly, little by little, like that kind of light rain whose drops come far apart from each other in both time and space.
A kind remark here, a question showing interest and worry there, a sweet smile now and then.
It was so subtle, so gradual, that I didn't even realize it. I didn't think anything of the fact that, soon, we were having lunch together almost every day. I barely noticed that we were going out together and visiting each other and talking on the phone all the time. I didn't even pay attention to the fact that we were going on dates and flirting and, oh God, that I was kissing her.
When I fell back to myself, were were moving in together, and I was already completely soaked in her.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Slate
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 125
She makes me want to be like a tabula rasa. She makes me want to forget everything I've ever lived, all my previous experiences, and be a clean slate over which she can imprint herself.
And when I'm with her, I can actually almost do it: I don't think of the family that couldn't accept any of my choices; I don't think of the man that has died on me; I don't even think of the two men I've tried to kill inside my heart.
But unfortunately, I can't be with her 24/7. Sometimes, like now, I am alone, and the doubts creep back in. I'd like to restart for her, but I don't know if I can. And I don't know if trying is enough.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Corn
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 150
Not many people know this fact about me, but I was actually born in a small town in Iowa, and lived there until I was 7. We only moved out because my mom needed better medical care.
When I was little, I loved looking at the corn fields that grew not too far from my house. Something about all that yellow soothed me, calmed me down.
When we moved, I lost that feeling, exactly when I needed it the most. I tried countless times to find a substitute for it, up until this day, but I couldn't.
Until this very morning, when I woke up to her lying on my bed, her hair sprawled on the pillow, the sun rays playing over it. And I realized her hair has the very same tonality of yellow as my beloved corn fields. And the sight of it calms me just the same.
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Petal
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 103
We go to the park for the day, seizing our first day off together since Spring started. It's a beautiful sunny morning as we pack some snacks, a towel to sit on, and even a Frisbee that Allison surprisingly has.
Reaching our destination, we make ourselves comfortable. A guy passes by selling cotton candy, and I go get us some.
When I return, I see her playing with a daisy, slowly plucking white petal after white petal, until there's only one left, adorning the yellow center.
I approach her silently from behind, leaning down to whisper in her ear: "She loves me".
Author: amazon_life
Prompt: Houseplant
Fandom: House, M.D.
Pairing: Cameron/Thirteen
Rating: Pg
Word Count: 141
We've been living together for a few months, after realizing it was nonsense to continue paying two rents, when one of our places was always neglected in favor of the other.
She moved in wit me, and it had all been going perfectly well until last week. Until she decided to get a houseplant.
Then we started arguing, because I did not want a houseplant, her houseplant, in my apartment.
We yelled and shouted because of it. But truly, we both knew it wasn't all about the damn houseplant; it was about us.
It was about her will to have a home, to have stability, to be rooted somewhere. And it was about my inability to really let someone in, to let someone be a permanent part of my life.
The houseplant means she intends to stay. And that scares me.