"House- I'm on call..." But he doesn't seem to listen or care, merely pulls her closer to him, more intensely then before.
"Goddamn it Cameron, you may be on call but you're here right now. Stop squirming around." He pulls her forward and kisses her, but she draws back, a coy smile on her lips.
"You know you like it when I squirm." And he chuckles, a low rumble in his throat. Because this isn't the Cameron he remembers from before. This isn't the Cameron who was chasing him long before he started chasing her back. And as he leads her into the bedroom he's damn glad that he caught her. His Cameron.
And then her pager beeps. Sneaking out of bed as quietly as she can manage, Allison Cameron tosses a guilty look at Gregory House before leaving him a note on the side table.
' ER called - I'm sorry. Love, Allison' it reads. And then she's gone.
***
"Rem I -
"Quiet," Thirteen hisses, pulling her closer into her chest as they sit beneath the stars, "don't ruin it."
"But I CAN'T keep doing this Remy, I just can't. I mean what would happen if - If I..." She is interrupted by a harsh, needy kiss, and it's all she can do not to moan. Because that would be giving in. But she still kisses her back, and she's struck by how romantic this is - how Remy Hadley is such a stark contrast of harsh and romantic, unlike House - who fears he may hurt her. But Thirteen knows she might hurt her. In fact, she expects that she will. And Cameron admires, lusts after her blunt honesty.
"Fine, you win again. But I can't stay here too long."
"Why not? " Questions Thirteen slyly, pulling the blonde even closer, resting her head on her strong but tiny shoulder, "you're on call." And she falls asleep in just the briefest moment of time. Unwilling to let go of her until the next time; her Cameron.