Yes. I know. Its been done a million times. Continuation of Role Model. But I just HAD to make my imput. Weeeee. Enjoy!
"The way I see it, I have two options. One is in my control." Cameron hesitated briefly, silently pleading for House to look at her, continue her sentence, say SOMETHING. Seeing he wouldn't, she continued, "That's to leave." She bit her lip to keep her composure and extended her hand, open palmed, to House. She saw him steal a glance at it, but he still refused to turn and face her. He made no move to connect the distance between them with this simple gesture. Cameron felt her muscles tense and tremor as she realized he'd never sacrifice what little dignity he had for anything, not even a handshake, and she slowly dropped her hand to her side.
"Goodbye House." she whispered, barely able to choke out the words around the lump in her throat. She looked at her feet and watched as they turned to walk out the door.
The sudden roadblock startled her enough to emit a small shriek. She took a deep breath and stared at the long cane that separated her from escape like a gate. Her knee rubbed uncomfortably against the wood of the cane and she backed up a step, unable to turn around. She saw the cane lurch forward, blocking off even more of the door, and she froze as she felt House's body very, very close to her own.
"You're not leaving." his gruff voice echoed in her ear, making her tense up. Cameron slowly turned and took her breath sharply as her face came within inches of his. They stared at each other, and House eased the cane away from the door and slouched his weight on it, causing his face to drop even closer to her level. Cameron didn't breathe. She could feel his curly hair catching with her own at her forehead, and she could smell his skin and light perspiration. Her heart beat so loudly she was sure it was echoing off the walls. She waited in anticipation for something...him to say something mean, to do something mean, to make her cry, to make her melt...well he was already achieving that just by being this close to her. She wouldn't make a move. She wouldn't make herself look any more desperate than she already had. She repeated this over and over in her mind, praying that somehow he was able to hear her thoughts and acknowledge her pleas. His forehead connected with hers and their noses brushed, and his eyes closed. She continued to look at him with shock and a little bit of concern. There was such a heaviness to his entire composure. He looked so tired, so defeated, so...afraid.
"House." she finally whispered, voice short and barely there.
"Don't speak." he retorted, sharper than he'd intended. He felt Cameron edge away from him and he quickly grabbed her arm to keep her from moving any further from him. "I know what you want." he compromised his earlier cruel remarks. "But talking won't help your case." he finally opened his eyes and Cameron saw something she'd never seen before. "Why do you have this unsatisfiable need to know if I like you. What difference does it make whether I like you or not. Would you have stayed if I professed my undying love for you? Or would it make you run faster. I personally wouldn't run any faster myself, not if it was a cripple chasing me."
Cameron looked down and a small smile graced her lips. House looked up at the ceiling, nose against the soft skin between her brows. He leaned back to look at her. "Well, say something!"
Cameron let a whisper of a giggle escape her throat.
"You told me not to speak." she reminded him, and House looked at the ceiling again, tapping his cane on the floor irritably. "If you think you have me all figured out...why do you need me to explain it to you. You know what I want, right?" she looked up at him and House avoided her eyes. "You're getting a second chance at this evening right now, House." Cameron whispered. "Are you going to take it?"
House slowly lowered his eyes to her, like two huge blue suns sinking in the horizon. Cameron held her breath and watched his inner struggle. She could see it through his eyes, in his movements, the way his breath caught. He could only hold her eyes for a moment before he averted his stare to the ceiling again. Cameron closed her eyes and gave a curt nod.
"Ok then." she bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming and gently pulled from House's looming shadow. She started for the door and abruptly cried out as an arm and a cane wrapped themselves around her upper chest and yanked her back into the house. She stumbled against the wall across from the door. House kept one large hand on her, fingers on her shoulder, thumb grazing her collarbone, and pushed the door shut. Cameron almost laughed in the irony of a cripple holding her hostage but her amusement was quickly cut short when House turned to her. He let go of her shoulder and pressed both hands, one still holding his cane, against the wall on either side of her head and ducked down and kissed her as hard as he could. Cameron's knees weakened and she gripped his forearms in her slender hands, feeling her nails digging into his slightly dry skin. House stepped closer to her and Cameron could feel his bum leg shaking against her thigh. She moved her hands from his arms to his neck and barely acknowledged the sound of his cane rattling to the floor.
So...think I should continue?
