Legacy of Devotion
T.V. Show: House M.D.
Pairing: Chase/Cameron
Author: Foxes' Dreams
Summary: In the aftermath of an impending turnover, time stood still and a new, fragile form was promptly conceived. An irregular, transcendent form that can relatively infinitely change Chase and Cameron's rapidly variable destiny. Set after 5x06, "Joy".
Chapter 1 - Only Waves
Something preternatural and dimly lit seemed to pervade the interiors, masking despair and desolation as pouring rain continued to reverberate intense, melancholic lyrics. Toiled by an uncharacteristically cocoon of conning blankets, Cameron's mind seemed to drift into a dreamy oblivion, the analytic novel long forgotten in the area of her tensed, fully contracted lap.
The mellow golden ray caressed her chaotic jumble of tresses, continuously cascading over her upper, pristine back. Time seemed to pass extremely slow, excruciatingly squeezing its enormity between the obscure, creamed-colored walls. An itchy, pervading ache dominated her insides, relentless doses of adrenaline leaving only unaesthetic stitches on its bloodshot, metaphorically tenebrous trace.
Her mind was locked into a full analysis, a fearsome complex overwhelming her as self-diagnosis proved to be an idiosyncratic, painfully comical joke. The months of birth control pills cures, taken obsessively repeatedly touched her inner balance and suddenly, their immensity and irrational collocation of ultimate effects damaged the masterful art of divine creation.
Taking the cue to dismantle the tidal wave of grasping, overwhelming self-grief, the front door slammed mercilessly. Chase's heavy and prominent steps echoed into the coquette chamber as Cameron's thickly-veiled blanket remained entirely motionless.
"Hey!" Chase chirped loudly, unmasking a joyful state glowing vividly in his eyes and mixing with irrevocable, hospital-scented doom.
"Hey yourself," Cameron replied eagerly, matching the harmony of acute, guttural symphonies. "What are you doing so early at -" She began carefully, treading the same, old formality, established mutually, never initiated out loud. His ardent, still unclaimed lips crashes instantly on hers, aspiring and depriving vital oxygen from her lungs as passion threatened them to overwhelm the last, unobstructed stream of mustered sensibility.
"So you're in a good mood," Cameron drew out breathlessly, utterly poising the words on the verge of whispers.
"Cuddy has a daughter now. I've never seen her so happy," Chase drew out deliberately quick, clearing the self epiphany with simple words, in the central thralldom of winter.
"She wanted kids her whole life, I can imagine she's in heaven right now," Cameron justified swiftly, her temperate gaze following the trace of subtle emanations, all procrastinating the same irreversible doom of unspoken, throbbing wishes.
"And it made me realize how much I should cherish what I have right now," Chase muttered seductively, tracing the vivid rosiness of her high cheekbone with exquisite manner and graciousness of emphasis. He wanted the proximity to be closed to a minimum, the insanely tempting vibrations of the heartburning magnetism carelessly created waves of inconsequential pleasure.
The instant lip lock drew out all the inquisitive, burning ecstasy running in their veins, thoroughly low emitting verbosity of passions and winds of change. The melancholy of touches was in full intensity, caresses growing insatiable and turbid, the pace becoming just a chaotic velocity impossible to control or stop.
Cameron's insecurity was long fading, even entirely vanishing, and the probability of expanding their relationship to a next, future level only propelling her in the wild whirl of the great unknown. She was going to keep the secret, to let the rational course of nature take its way and supply the fate if it was destined to reach a flectional apogee.
Her touching senses, clouded by the reverie of feather-like strokes, grew limpid and numb, her body becoming both a sinful and holy temple, prey to the outside stimuli.
The soar, dandling road to the bedroom was a tangling streamlet of scattered clothes, the insatiable need consuming them entirely and mercilessly. The labored breaths and the softness of exposed skin became almost aphrodisiacal, the entire ordeal unleashing passion and long mustered love. Their pulses were beating in an erratic tandem, forcefully sending shivers along their spines as the summit of closure appeared and dragged them into oblivion.
Later, after peaceful calmness settled and their mingled strangling sounds ceased, Cameron's body draped beautifully atop his, an odd sense of fulfillment captured their rationality.
"I think we are getting better at this. It's getting even more intense," Cameron whispered as the power of her hoarse voice regained composure and unity.
Chase's guttural laugh broke the perfect systemic calmness, the apprehension of such a statement crisping his skin. His arms encircled his girlfriend tightly; the eternal affection he owned enveloped her, cherishing no petty resentments.
"With our exercises, we're already champions," Chase responded equally playfully, his prominent dimples crazing his face as involuntary passion seemed to radiate off his ardent body.
"The labs are always a good place for practice," Cameron's answer came like a blast, the unstoppable and wanton memory overwhelming her and opposing to any neutral, pointless pillow-talk.
"And this bed wasn't lonely, either," Chase challenged further, his delicate, though masculine digits promenading along her deeply sated and deprived of unaesthetic stress lines forehead.
"Or the couch," She prompted, all the quick and dragged into last-minute rush sessions never ceasing to appear like a haunting, blank vision.
"Or any other surface in this apartment," Chase added, the insensitivity towards an undeniable truth lacing all his words with an unlettered mob.
Seconds passed gracefully, heartbeats stabilized, passion overflowed and the mumbling, ghastly curse of sleep was taking over the atmosphere.
"I love you," Chase whispered, the chronological, repetitive statement never losing its magical sense.
"I love you too," Cameron's response came effectively immediately, the repertory of mundane, still empowering words meeting no boundaries.
Cameron ignored the inconsequential effects, throbbing violently in the horizon of close future, as she knew destiny would take its definite, preset course. Life was meant to oscillate from lambent fire to vivid flames, to appear in an instant.
Along silvery streamlets and numerous, gleaming pavilions, the night between two separate years seemed to be mundane. The wine hued, purple vaulted night was breezeless and torrentially calm, the urban, buzzing image of informal, reckless celebration considerably missing.
In the airy, cozy land of plenitude, where just modern furniture and impersonal voices were ever present, two carelessly resting bodies conquered the madrigal of vindictive colors oppressing the softness of the couch. The solemn woe of the passing-by information presented by the hypnotic, mechanical flashes just indolently fulfilling their scarlet pomp of self-pampering and obsessive, amorous cuddling.
Cameron's low breaths suddenly reached a feverish tide, compressing a turbulent expectation. "Shouldn't we do something more special?" She coaxed incredulously slow and appreciatively.
"Like what? Every restaurant we called was full. Plus, this channel really caught me," Chase suggested eagerly, the paraphrase of wisdom and thorough wish. "And the front sight is even more tempting," He spoke sweetly, the endeavor of affection even surpassing the balm of solitary musing.
"You're right. All I need right now is you and warmness," Cameron replied, inquisitorially showing off the great gleam of utterable love.
"I already know I'm irresistible. No need to remind it again," Chase joked wryly, the whole ordeal amusing him senseless as familiarity settled smoothly along the orange-lined, black-stricken sequence of day and nighttime.
"Dork," She exclaimed promptly, the sincere and playful nudge on the solid ribcage just mingling physical strength with unconcealed sentiments.
Time, in its simplicity and reduction of vehemence, flew by. The ridiculed, torturous felicities came in hasty throng, volatilizing just as quickly. Chase and Cameron stared blankly at the undergoing procedure of luminous prolepsis and overly repeated words of fancy wishes, only enjoying each other's presence and delightfully pleasing her sensory peripheries with lazy pecks and embraces.
The clock started to signal the indefinable announcement of a new chapter, bound to arise with brand new and awaiting, previously confirmed speculations of loyalty and devotion. Watching relentlessly the rhythm of multicolored fireworks, they expected the prolific apparition of the forming stage of time. Chase tucked her hand into his rigid palm, calming himself that the future would reserve them just continuity.
As the watch mercilessly threatened to announce the ultimate, long awaited midnight, words were just too powerful to remain entrapped.
"Allison, I promise you this year will be even more adventurous, even more filled with love than the last one. I'll make sure it will bring the two of us the happiness we deserve," He said, the discursive note of his words amplifying the need and desires to make their relationship official as the undeniable stability.
"Only one correction I have to make," Cameron replied calmly, the yielding, pervasive information consuming her innerly, almost exceeding the limit of ability to be kept to the self.
"What?" Chase asked puzzled, after his frozen stature managed to disappear and for their hand lock to be replace by a frantic, raw and primal hold of the lengthy wrist.
"For all three of us from now on," Cameron announced simply and coherently as a grazing, unblushing smile conquered the skeleton of her face. She carefully moved his still inactive, forceless member against the changing flatness of her belly, signaling a new life, ready and wanton to enter the world.
Chase's eyes filled inevitably with unshed tears, the glory of such torpid, ruthless change rushing into his narrow veins as he bent entirely, removed the lacy, pitch-black contour of her asper tank top and gently placed a kiss on a divinely marked spot where a unique and proper heartbeat was yet to occur in a tumult of self approval and towering exultation.
He was entrapped in the seventh circle of enchantment, the distant, pyrene vision materializing finally, and the unsteady caprice of face lighting into proper, positive resolution. Chase was touching her delicate layer of skin, appraisingly defeating the last, metaphorical borderline of bonding, feeling the instant magnetism to a still-developing form of flesh, animated by his own true blood.
Rising from his cloudy reverie and embracing the reality into a standing position, he witnessed Cameron's eyes filling with candor and languor, sweetly fixating him as her unique centre of attention.
"I can't even say how happy I am. This is a dream coming true for me. One that I couldn't even ask for," Chase stammered continuously, stumbling and restating the obvious mirage which was undeniably scarpering his cheeks. "We're having a baby!" He announced again, never delaying the euphoria of a brand new chapter.
As he flushed with a suffusion that crimsoned his whole countenance, Chase airily lampooned Cameron's stature, spinning her in a delectable form of agitation and irresponsive attempt of calming.
The freedom and integrity of his soul broke any tangible boundaries, the freighted with a vague longing embracing becoming strongly endless.
"We're having a baby," Cameron confirmed, the incentive cascade of saline tears warming her entire being as they were full of majestic tenderness.
The graceful limb and length of his shoulders remained catatonic, the rising paroxysm of this pregnancy still half-suffocating him. His palm was utterly restricted to guide itself in the far distance, the incommensurable instinct of touch and repressive regimes of protecting obscuring his judgment and inducing him a girlish sentimentality.
After multiple years, when over and over the paroxysms of longing and grief submerged him, Chase was prepared to witness the concretization of an apogee representing the perpetual gloom and seclusion of life.
Author's Note: It feels so good to be back here! Needless to say, Happy Mother's Day, so let's celebrate with a shy try of a CC baby fic!
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