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AN: If you're not one for fluff, it gets more dramatic in later chapters. If you are one for fluff, there's still plenty of it. My first fic, so let me know what you think.
Cameron hurriedly walked to the car, slightly flushed in the face. She opened the passenger's door, sat down, and stared straight ahead, shocked.
"So, how did he take it?" Chase's voice had a way of bringing her back to reality.
"He looked kind of surprised, I guess. I can't believe I just did that."
"You know, it's not too late to go and ask for your job back." He sounded guilty, but after all it was because of him that she had quit.
"No," she replied, her voice steadying, "I can't stand to work for someone so selfish and heartless anymore. Let's see how he can handle himself without us for a while."
"All right." Chase wasn't about to push it, he head finally gotten Cameron to go out with him, and turning her back to House would be a very stupid thing to do.
"Where to then?" he asked her. "Back to my place?" He tried not to sound too hopeful.
"I don't care. Let's just get out of here." Her voice was full of disgust. Cameron was obviously still upset from what had just happened.
Chase glanced over at her, nervous as for how to act. He didn't want to come on too strong too soon, especially when she was so shaken. Just do it, he told himself over and over. Slowly, he reached out and grabbed her hand, rubbing his thumb over her soft, smooth skin. "You sure you okay?" He hoped his strong accent didn't diminish the seriousness of the question. He wasn't used to this sort of a relationship with Cameron; a romantic relationship, where she was so vulnerable.
"Yeah, let's just go." She managed to force out a small smile as they pulled out onto the street.
The ride back to the apartment was mostly silent, but barely awkward. There was no need for conversation; just having each other was enough to fill the emptiness in each of them. Despite the fact that he was driving at night and in the rain, Chase kept his right hand closed tightly around Cameron's left. His grip comforted her, and she felt sorry of the both of them that she hadn't said yes to him sooner.
Now that you've got her, Chase thought, don't screw this up. Don't lose her.
They pulled up in front of the apartment, parked, and ran inside, attempting to avoid the rain.
"D'you want something to drink? Coffee? Tea?" He seemed so nervous.
"Coffee's fine," she replied quickly.
"Just have a seat and I'll be right back." Chase tried to sound casual, but could feel his pulse quicken. Having Allison Cameron sitting in his living room, right now, and for no less reason than she actually liked him, was almost too much for him to bear.
Cameron sank into the nearest piece of furniture, a big squishy armchair. Somehow, quitting her job seemed to be almost as exhausting as working it. She needed the caffeine as a pick-me-up; she didn't like giving into sleep this easily, no matter how much she had been deprived of it.
A few minutes later, Chase walked in with two mugs full of steaming coffee. She got up, followed him to the couch, and sat cross-legged facing him, drawing a long sip of coffee into her mouth with satisfaction. Out of instinct, or maybe just pure desire, Chase rested his hand on her inner thigh. He immediately wished that he hadn't. Sirens began to scream in his head. You're coming on too strong, they cried. This is a real relationship now; you're not just fooling around anymore. But doubt left him an instant later when she returned this action with a smile.
"Listen," she began, placing her hand over his, perhaps to insure it wouldn't leave, "I'm sorry it took me so long to-"
"It's fine, really," he interrupted, a little too quickly. "I'm kind of thinking the same thing."
Cameron looked him square in the eyes, trying to get a read. "What do you mean?"
"Allison," She recognized the use of her first name. "I've liked you ever since I saw you. Ever since I set foot into the room with you I've wanted you to be mine. But I was too scared to just tell you this. I watched you fall for House, grow close with patients, befriend Foreman, whatever. And the first time we slept together, you were high and scared. But I slept with you anyway because I thought…hoped that that might change us."
"But you were the one who said we should stop." She seemed unable to keep quiet for long; she always needed to put up a fight.
"I know. Because, well, I don't even know why. I guess because I thought you didn't do it because you liked me, and I didn't want to risk being hurt." His voice grew stronger as he went on, as though his fears escaped with each word his spoke. A lesser man would have shopped by now; would have been ashamed to say this out loud. Cameron knew that Chase was different, though, she just wasn't sure how yet.
"And the new had that thing going, but I was worried that you would find someone else and leave me. So I finally worked up the guts to ask for more, when I shouldn't have. Still, it took me almost three years to ask you." He paused for air, wondering if he was talking too much, too loud, or too fast.
"It took me more than a month to say yes." He hear the understanding in her soft voice, see it in her eyes, and felt relief flood him. "But none of that matters now," she continued. "We're together."
Maybe it was because he needed to, maybe it was because he feared saying something wrong, or maybe it was because he had nothing more to say, but Chase leaned in and kissed the woman he had wanted and loved for so long, all insecurities left behind.
Together, she said together. The words rang through his brain, taking a moment to sink in. Together.
Chase ran his tongue around her lips, asking to gain entry. She gave in after a moment just to tease him, and the tongues met to satisfy their need for each other.
He pinned her down on the couch, straddling her petite frame. Compared tot talking, these actions seemed to come with instinct to Chase. He drew back for a quick smile to Cameron, and then leaned in for more as she firmly unbuttoned his shirt. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his back, digging her nails into hi shoulders. He let out a moan of satisfaction, and carried her off to the bedroom as she dug in harder, deeper; the mugs of coffee acting exactly as planned.
AN: All right, my first fanfic ever. Review please. Constructive criticism welcome, same with praise. I won't force you to review, but I won't see a need to continue if I don't get any...