A/N: This idea has been bouncing around in my head for a few days now and I had to write it down. This is my first House fic and I've been seriously blocked lately so please be nice? Constructive criticism is always welcome, you know what to do, r/r! I hope you like it! :D
Disclaimer: If I owned House M.D. the show wouldn't be as good, but at least Hameron would be canon.
House had had a fascination with her hands ever since the first time he saw them, a steaming mug of coffee in their grasp. With long delicate fingers, her perfectly manicured nails completed her effortless beauty. House couldn't tear his eyes away. Ever since then, her hands had been the focus of his thoughts more than he'd like to admit. He would watch her do procedures and labs under the feeble pretense of checking her work. As much as House loved those neat, pristine, perfect hands, he loved them more when they were anything but. He loved them when her fingers were stained with chemicals from the lab, when her nails were uneven and broken, when the nail polish was flaking off because she didn't have time to fix it. He loved her hands when they flitted through a file, he loved them when they hung an IV, he loved them when they clutched a scalpel with enviable skill, and he loved them when they saved a life. House remembered her hands bandaging the cuts on his forearm during his detox. He could still feel them carefully wrapping them in soft, clan gauze from his first-aid kit. She was so painfully gentle and it was a kindness he didn't deserve. Yes, House loved Cameron's hands; especially when they were wrapped in his.