Drabble, enjoy!
It's less angsty than my other stuff-at least I think it is. I hope you all like it. Leave reviews nonetheless. This is based off of the song "Where Does It Hurt?" by Alexz Johnson
Thank you, and enjoy! (It's unbetaed. I apologize for any mistakes)
Disclaimer: I do not own House
That unmistakable knock comes pounding at the door. The harsh bang reverberates through the walls of her apartment, rhythmically, like a metronome. Cameron doesn't expect visitors at the end of night-or was it beginning of day? The line between the two faded to a gray.
She slips on a red robe. Twists the handle.
She's not surprised when she sees his face. Though his bloodshot eyes, and the pearls of drool hanging from the side of his mouth shock her slightly.
"House..."
"Too loud!" he stage whispers, cradling his head with a hand of his.
He's sobering up.
She morphs into his cane, aiding him to the couch he's become so accustomed to.
"Third night this week." She analyzes.
"So?"
"So, there's something wrong." she murmurs as she guides his hand down to her eye level. The bursts of crimson blood peek out from his pale flesh.
"It hurts." That's all he says. Defeated.
"Where?"
He says nothing.
"Here?" she tickles his knuckles, evoking a sigh of release from the damaged man in before her.
"Mmm..." he grunts, lifting his hand up to her mouth. Her lips suck in the blood from his fist, letting the iron core of him color her taste buds. Gently, she smooths his light wounds with her lips.
"What did you fight about?" she grumbles against his hand
"Nothing. It was a wall."
She says nothing. She lets the sky talk for her. Each midnight he came over became endless, unceasingly black, except for the few broken stars in the sky. The abyss he led her in was enticing, and for some reason, her heart couldn't let her pull away from this only act of release.
"House..." she dares to force, guiding his hand down to his uninjured thigh.
"Cameron..." he repeats with the same tone.
Let me in, she whispers inside the walls of her head. After what seems like hours of silence, she lets the issue go. She knows this won't be the last night he'll return in pain.
Slowly, she moves up and presses her lips against his, hoping to gain trust. Hoping to gain something other than the pain she lived vicariously through.
He is anything but startled. His lips and face ease into her, like she's all he's ever known. The combination of her strawberry-flavored tongue and his scotch marinated mouth is a rarity in it's own. So they savor every moment, until he pulls away. She sees him drowning in his own blue eyes.
She takes his hand in her own, and looks into his onyx pupils.
"Where does it hurt?"