A long night spent with your most obvious weakness, you start shaking at the thought
It's clear, if they'd only look a little harder then they'd see it. The way that his features soften a bit, the tell-tale twitch of his upper lip. She's a contrast, a new toy, a challenge.
A challenge. Something that's so close, but he can't have it. He can have it. Common sense dictates that everything he wants is there for the taking, and always will be.
No matter what she says, she always will be.
You are everything I want, because you're everything I'm not
She's crude completion, is the way he explains it. He tells him that his young employee is the sloppy construction of everything that he's missing, the entire pieces of humanity that he seems to have been born without.
He tells his friend that he's an oncologist, not a psychotherapist, and walks out of the room.
We lay, we lay together, just not too close, too close - how close is close enough?
He's always standing too close, taunting, silent bets on imaginary actions. I don't think you've got it in you. How much more can she prove without breaking herself in half?
Stupid question. That's what he wants. For her to bend over backwards until she snaps, not into halves, he's figured, but into fourths.
Because the fact that she's already damaged only makes him want to hurt her more.
I just want to break you down so badly
He's the taste of coffee, and fading mint, and he's nicotine addiction, all because he stands that much closer.
His lips pose a level of curiosity that she doesn't expect, but she realizes that even if he knows everything about her, he doesn't know her.
He will.
You hollow out my hungry eyes
There's greed in every touch, every taste. The part of her that asks Why now? is overpowered by the part that counters Why not? The idea that he's high, or maybe just bored, crosses her mind, and she pushes it away like a pestilence.
As her fingers skim down to loop around two belt loops, he whispers to her, Vous ferez reret il, as if hoping she won't understand. You'll regret it. She nods once before bringing his lips back to hers.
It hadn't been a warning meant to change anything.
Well, I trip over everything you say
They don't see it, or maybe they don't want to. The way that the sound of her voice seems to freeze him, that every word she says seems to hit some undiscovered nerve deep in his brain.
They don't see it, or maybe they don't want to. The way that they spend too much time in the lab alone, that they steal glances like inexperienced delinquents.
I'm gonna make damn sure that you can't ever leave - no, you won't ever get too far from me
It's not as though she hasn't tried to get away from these silent escapades. She has. But if there's anything that she's learned through working for him, it's that you can't very well lie to others when you're lying to yourself. He knows that she wants this because she knows it.
And every time he stands that much closer, she tells herself to walk away.
If there's anything she's learned through working for him, it's that it's nearly impossible to walk away from what you want.
Especially when you can have it.
Well, I just want to break you down so badly, in the worst way.
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A/N: It's the songfic that's not a songfic! And yes, yes I do equally ship Cameron/House and Cameron/Wilson.
I don't own any of the characters in House MD, and I don't own the song MakeDamnSure.
xoxo
Nikki