Hey guys new story! Sorry bout last one i posted it was pretty rubbish. So here's another one, hope you like it, let me know what you think. Thanks xx
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"Really?… Okay, well, when will it be fixed?… How long?!... Fine, fine okay, thanks… Yeah bye." Cameron hung up the phone.
"Who was that?" House's deep voice, resonating in her spinal chord and sending thrills the length of her body.
"My landlord," she sighed. He limped over to the coffee machine while she flopped down in the chair behind the desk.
"What's up?" he asked, searching for the sugar. Although surprised by his show of care she assumed it was pure curiosity, but continued anyway, not wanting a fight.
"A pipe burst at my building, so I have no water. I'll have to find a hotel. It'll be a week before it'll be fixed," she added with a groan, resting her head in her hands. There was a clunk and she realised a full cup of coffee had been placed at her elbow.
"You can't afford a hotel for a week," he stated simply. She said nothing, she was mesmorised by his eyes. "Meet me here at the end of the day, you can sleep on my sofa."
"Thanks," she gasped as he limped away.
"You're cooking," he called back over his shoulder as he left the room. She sipped her coffee and as shiver ran down her spine. He had made it exactly as she liked it, she sat back, ignoring the mail and her laptop, indulging in every sip. When she had finished savouring her coffee she looked at the clock. It was 2.00pm. She owed Cuddy clinic hours, so she grabbed her coat and headed down to the ground floor.
"Hey Natalie," she said cheerfully to the nurse at the desk.
"Hello Dr. Cameron. Here you go, exam room 2," the buxom young nurse replied., handing Cameron a maroon chart.
After hiding from Cuddy for 3 hours House was packing his bag to go home. 'Where's Cameron?' he thought to himself. He looked at his watch.
"Clinic," he growled.
Cameron emerged from the now empty exam room, re-reading her notes on the patients chart. And she walked straight into a warm, solid chest. A hand grabbed her arm to steady her. She looked up, dazed and saw bright blue.
"House, what is it?" she asked nervously.
"It's 5 o'clock," he stated, as if it was obvious. She must have had a blank look on her face. "Hometime Cameron?" She didn't know why but that lit a fire in her belly. Well maybe she did, it was the deep rumble of his voice, echoing in her body, and the many connotations she could imagine involved in going to his home.
"Give me 10 minutes," she promised softly. Surprisingly House followed her. When she gave him a questioning look he answered,
"I'm hiding from Cuddy still. If she catches me we'll be here 'til midnight." She nodded and smiled up at him genuinely as they stepped into the elevator.
House was still slightly dazed from the effect of that smile as he stepped out of the elevator with Cameron. They walked in a companionable silence down the hall to the diagnostics conference room. House leaned easily against the doorframe as Cameron grabbed her things and stowed them in her bag. House noticed as a thought suddenly struck Cameron.
"Why are you waiting for me?" she asked. House rolled his eyes.
"So you can follow me to my apartment," he breezed. She put her hands on her hips.
"I know my way to your apartment though," she retorted. She stood, waiting. Waiting, House realised, for the real reason.
"Fine," he said, limping forward into the room. "I'm waiting so you can follow me home and I can let you in. Because," he added taking another step closer to her. "I know what you're like." Another step. "You'll get to my house." Step. "Maybe get out of your car." Step. "Maybe even make it all the way to my door." Step. "Then you'll stop." He came to a halt in front of her, his chest not six inches from hers. "And you'll think 'What if>'. And after 5 minutes of thinking, you'll leave. And you'll go to a hotel. And there," he continued, leaning so close she held her breath, her gaze locked on his. "You'll spend the whole weekend thinking 'What if?'" He finished. He was so close she could feel his warm breath entering her own lungs. 'Oh. My. God.' she thought. Before he picked up her laptop bag and slung it on his shoulder along with his backpack. A smirk graced his features as he stepped to the door.
"Coming?" he asked innocently. Cameron closed lips she didn't know she'd opened, tested legs that felt like jello and picked up her bag. 'Oh if only you knew House,' she thought. She strolled casually past him. Allowing her upper arm to graze against his torso as she passed him in the doorway.
House didn't miss her teasing touch. Payback for invading her personal space. He followed her to the carpark and handed her her laptop bag. As she straightened House made sure her body met his as he stood close. Her back softly pressing into the warmth of his chest in the cold evening.
"Don't lose me," he whispered softly in her ear. He felt her shiver and swore he heard a soft whimper before she composed herself enough to answer.
"Don't go too fast."
Sooo what did you think? xx
