Title: Chasing the High
By: Amanda
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Ratings: PG
Disclaimers: I'm not really sure who owns House M.D., but I know it's not me.
Spoilers/Continuity: Half Wits
Pairing: House/Cameron
Summary: Ficlet: Not a lot of room to think when you're high.
Completed: March 8, 2007
Notes: Sorry. I'm still giddy. Living vicariously can be fun.
She was playing dirty.
Not that what he was going was any cleaner. But everyone expected this sort of thing from him.
Cameron was supposed to be above all this. Unless these years around him had corrupted her more than he thought. More than he thought possible.
No. He'd call her bluff – after all as a dying man he was allowed carnal pleasures. He could push her to break. He could make her back down before they were both in trouble.
He had before.
The feel of her touch is a strong drug. Pushes him higher, but intensifies the sensation. He can feel more. Sense more. Want more.
What he wasn't expecting was how warm and inviting her mouth was. How free. Sure, he always suspected she was accommodating to a degree, but there wasn't any surprise as she allowed his eager tongue to enter her mouth. Her head tilted and allowed him in. Pulled him in.
Sweet coaxing. A practised dance. As if they had done this a million times before.
Never while conscious.
Addicted.
He kissed her back. He'll chase the high.
He wanted more. Needed it. Now.
He wanted her closer. Wanted more of her, and more of that high she offered him. Gave him. Forced on him.
Her hand slipped from his face, he'd follow it. Bring it back.
Touch. Needed touch.
Should have known. She had a plan, had a motive. Maybe she had learned too much from him.
Pull away. Ignore it. Hide it.
Too late.
His lips are still wet. Warm. Raw. Stripped.
He had kissed her back. Kissed her harder.
Wants more.
Can't lose that high. He'll keep chasing it.
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