Title: Venustraphobia
Pairing: Cuddy/Cameron
Rating: G
Disclaimer: House, M.D. is not mine.
Beauty was complicated. Cameron knew Chase would scoff at her feelings and tell her that beauty was never complicated; people were either beautiful or they weren't. If she protested, he would ask her if she thought of herself as beautiful.
That would be when Foreman would become interested, and that would be when Cameron would realize Chase had trapped her; if she answered yes, she was conceited, and if she answered no, she was lying and conceited.
The more Cameron believed that beauty was complicated, the more her resolution to never tell Chase or Foreman grew. They would never understand, because they didn't see how beautiful Cuddy was. House almost did, but their mutual past, from which a barrier of childish insults and sexist remarks had sprung up to cover old scars, prevented him from fully realizing it. Only Cameron truly comprehend Cuddy's beauty.
She was physically attractive--her skin and hair were warm and gorgeous; her eyes were tired, but friendly; her smile was stretched, but mysterious and alluring--but beneath that all there was something else, deeper; there was a powerfully addictive presence surrounding Cuddy, and it intimidated Cameron.
Chase would never buy into what he would dismiss as 'romantic nonsense,' but Cameron did, so she kissed Cuddy votively, expressing everything she believed and desired in a single touch.