Fic: The One With The Halloween (Thirteen/Cameron)
NOTE: We're hanging at school, planning my friend's Halloween house party. Do consider that there's about 90+ other people in the 'common room'- we Brits have a special 'hang' area for kids in the last year of school, i.e. 'seniors'. So I lean over in my chair, as you do, to have a look at the food/movie/booziedranks/etc. list and DOOM *queue epic blunder*. Some one's failed to mention that the chair is, in fact, equipped with 2 wonky legs. Yes, 2. Unsurprisingly, I go flying, accompanied by girly scream + flailing arms, smack onto the floor. Conveniently enough, the whole room's managed to fall into a silence just in time for the 'Sandra's ass-face act of the day' move.
Now *queue 90 laughs, then a lot of 'Oh Sandra, you fool' and 'haha too cute' as well as the more considerate people doing the whole 'are you okay?' * WTF does it look like Einstein? I just embarrassed myself in front of my whole year. Genius.
So yeah, entertaining day for everyone. But the rave's going to kick balls (dumb costumes, too much vodka, 90s music and I hate to think how many windows will be trashed/how much sex is to be had), and before you ask, yes, I'm going as a bloody surgeon, scrubs and all. Wheey.
We all saw how well the therapy session worked in my last fic and I'm kind of starting to like the whole, 'Dr. Phil ask my f-list about their lives' idea. By the way, thanks for the buttload of comments for the previous story, that was...wowza, thanks to everyone for reading, it means more than you'll ever know.
So people who check this next fic, do spill about your most embarrassing moments/plans for tonight./what you got up to.
With no further ado, ta-dah, a Halloween-themed Thirteen/Cameron fic (yeah, apparently Cameron has the same costume ideas as me...go figure). Not my best but the deadline's today (nooo, for reals?) so hope you enjoy and comments are appreciated, as always :)
Oh and this journal hasn't had eye-gasm stuff for a while so, ahem...
Title: The One With The Halloween
Rating: PG
Fandom: House
Pairing: Thirteen/Cameron
Spoilers: none
Summary: It’s everyone’s favourite day of the year. Well. Minus Christmas.
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
“Oh…no…” Thirteen says flatly and shuts the front door to the apartment, greeted by Cameron in a pair of heavily blood-smeared pink scrubs and a plastic axe in her hand.
“Happy Halloween,” she says innocently, then makes a stabbing motion accompanied by an evil grin.
“Uh…” the brunette places her keys on the table; slowly takes off her coat. “You dressed up…” she stands there, completely bewildered. She can’t remember the last time she celebrated Halloween. In fact, had she ever?
“Oh come on, it’s cool right?” Cameron beams, twirling around playfully, then stepping close and wrapping arms around her neck.
“I’m not kissing you like that,” the younger doctor frowns. She’s sceptical. She’s pretty sure the day wasn’t designed for anyone over the age of twelve and she can’t help feeling a little stupid.
But then all she gets from Cameron is a pout. That adorable, rarely-used pout that always works like a charm and never fails to turn her into a mumbling puddle of infatuation
“Lighten up Remy,” Cameron whispers, kissing her cheek lightly.
Trying to stand her ground but finding it increasingly more difficult, Thirteen shrugs and lets out a defeated sigh. “I don’t have a costume.”
That’s when she notices the sparkle in the pretty blues staring back and immediately regrets complaining.
“That’s what you think,” Cameron wiggles her eyebrows and runs off into the bedroom, quickly coming back with a men’s shirt, blazer, jeans and cane.
“You’re not serious.”
“Hey, he’s scary enough as it is,” she reasons, handing the outfit to Thirteen who takes it and purses her lips. “House? You want me to dress up as House?”
The fact that she gets no reply is enough of an answer and it’s her turn to sulk.
“Any better ideas?” Cameron leans in; brushes her lips over Thirteen’s own.
“Actually…I could work with this,” she smirks. She’s about to chuckle at the wide-eyed look on Cameron’s face but puts the thought aside and goes to the bathroom to get changed.
Cameron tries to figure out if Thirteen was being serious as she flips through the DVDs, deciding on which would be best to watch. She hates horror movies as it is but her girlfriend begs to differ so she can’t imagine anything better than snuggling into Thirteen’s side and using her arms as a shield from the TV screen.
She puts in ‘The Shining’ and reaches for the remote. She nearly screams when she feels arms circle around her waist. “Jesus!” she says breathlessly, suddenly turning around. Thirteen smiles.
“Sorry,” she steps back. “What d’you think?”
Cameron’s pretty sure her mouth falls open. “Um…I um…”
As limited as the response is, Thirteen still blushes. She never blushes. She’s wearing the men’s shirt and a pair of black, lacy boy-shorts and although it’s anything but scary, it’s definitely more than sufficient. Cameron follows the long legs that disappear behind the crisp, white seam, the material hugging all the right places; she wants to pop the buttons open one by one, eyeing a perfectly-sculpted collar bone above the V-shape of the shirt.
Thirteen watches her with an amused grin. She watches how completely mesmerised she is and all Cameron wants is to sweep soft, shiny brown hair off Thirteen's shoulders to kiss her slender neck.
“Wow.”
“The cane didn’t really…match.”
Cameron nods speechlessly and without warning, grabs Thirteen into a deep, loving kiss. Once they’re both dizzy and on the verge of putting Halloween to one side, Cameron pulls away and manages to choke out “Movie?”
Thirteen laughs. “Yeah.”
And so they settle down onto the couch, bowl of popcorn between them, Thirteen’s arm already around Cameron’s shoulder, ready to protect her.
“You know what to do if you get scared,” the brunette says. She watches Cameron grab a small cushion just in case.
Cameron tilts her head up and kisses her girlfriend gently, “Yep,” she rests her head on Thirteen’s shoulder and feels her give her an adoring squeeze.
The opening credits roll and the freaky music starts and although she’s about to get scared out of her mind, Cameron’s sure this Halloween's going to be a memory for keeps.