Touch
A/N: Another one for my fanfic100 challenge. This one could do with being longer but I got to a point where I couldn't add anything else in fear of it being turned into mostly waffle, which it probably already is. I came up with this on my way home from college, and it was a lot better then, but I didn't have time to find a pen so I had to attempt to simply remember what I'd mentally written lol – not easy. Anyway, hopefully it isn't too awful. Again, mostly fluffy, set after Honeymoon.
Disclaimer: I don't own House M.D. or any of the characters involved, unfortunately.
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For a long time now, Foreman had wondered what it would feel like to kiss her, to have her heart beating next to his, to feel the soft white skin of her waist under his fingertips. Sometimes he would actually find himself imagining it. Different things triggered it off – when she got so close that he could smell her perfume, the rare moments she smiled and most often when her fingers touched his accidentally in passing. He didn't even mean to do it. Not even for a second had he ever thought he'd actually experience any of it. He had yesterday.
Rolling over, he smiled as Cameron stirred slightly, pulling at the bed sheets in her sleep. For the first time in his life he was happy. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for her. He was supposed to have been comforting her, not getting her into bed, though she hadn't exactly complained. She'd come over to his apartment, tears streaming down her cheeks, her makeup a mess. Without even asking, he knew why. House. Or more precisely, House and Stacy. Foreman had never seen Cameron look so hurt, not even after their 'date', which had ended just as tragically. Obviously, he had let her in and somehow things had moved on from there.
Smiling to himself, Foreman wrapped his arms loosely around Cameron, feeling her shift under him. As she turned over, eyes opening slowly, she held onto him tighter. That's all she really needs, he realized, somebody to look after her. Silently, she snuggled in to him, craving for his warmth. They had to go to work, she probably needed to go home for some clean clothes, and he really wanted something to eat. Her touch, though, it was enough for any thoughts of breakfast to disappear from his mind.
"Foreman?"
His face buried in her soft brown hair, he murmured, "Yes?"
"Thank you,"
It was enough. He didn't need any long discussion or the tears involved. Just to lie there, holding her, it was enough.
THE END