Complexities
Summary: He stares. Watching. Contemplating. Attempting to solve the complex puzzle that was Allison Cameron. She notices this.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
It was late.
Cameron rubbed her temple and closed her eyes, sighing deeply as the strain began to lift off her face. She was tired, yet didn't want to give up on the endless amount of paperwork that needed to be done. Opening her eyes, she looked out her window and into the horizon, being stared back at by darkness.
Giving up, she switched off her computer and took off her glasses, slipping them into their case. Cameron stood up and walked over to her coat rack, taking off her jacket and sliding into it.
It was then that she noticed it.
The faint light illuminating from House's office alerted her to the fact that she was not alone in the office.
Cameron stepped out of her office and slowly walked over to House's office next to the diagnostics room. House was sitting in his chair, his cane twirling in his fingers, and his eyes staring at the floor. It was obvious he was either contemplating something or high. Cameron couldn't figure out which.
Knocking softly on the glass door, Cameron leant against the frame, waiting for House to acknowledge her. He looked up and stared at her, but did not speak.
"You're here late," Cameron said, taking the look as her invite and walking towards his desk.
"So are you," House replied, his cane stopping in mid-air.
Cameron smirked. "Yeah, but for me that's slightly normal."
House didn't reply, but started twirling his cane again in his fingers, his eyes on Cameron. She stared back at him. She still hadn't figured out if he was high or not.
"I'm going to head home," Cameron said softly, turning around and walking slowly towards the door.
"You need to stop doing that."
Cameron stopped, turning around slowly and meeting House's gaze. "Stop doing what?" Cameron asked, bemused.
"Being all polite like that. You stop at the door and wait for an answer. You always do it," House replied, staring at her.
Definatley high.
"I never noticed," Cameron replied, her forehead creasing.
"I do," House said, standing up and tossing two Vicodin down his throat.
Cameron shook her head, confused at the conversation, before turning back around to head out when a hand grabbed her forearm.
"You are complex. But I'm figuring you out. You do everything so everyone assumes you all innocent and light. You want everyone to like you. You couldn't handle it if anyone didn't." House said, turning her around to face him.
"No, now you're just stereotyping me. I am not all innocent and light. You're the one who assumes it." Cameron replied, getting frustrated, and staring him straight in the eye.
House pulled Cameron flush against him. "Prove it," He whispered roughly.
Cameron stared at him, not thinking clearly, as the only thing on her mind was House's closeness and the feeling of his skin connecting with hers. Before she could answer, House pressed his lips against hers. Cameron gave a small start at the feeling of House's tongue sliding into her mouth, but grabbed a handful of his T-Shirt and pulled him back against her. House pushed her up against his table and Cameron gasped as her back hit the edge of the wooden desk, but wound her arm around House's neck, pushing back into him.
Breaking away, House stared at her. Cameron breathed deeply, feeling slightly light headed as she regained her normal breathing pattern.
House brushed his stubbled cheek against Cameron's neck and she felt the skin burn.
"How's that for proving it?" Cameron said softly.
House kissed her neck. "It works for me," He replied, before meeting her lips once more.
