Intent
By: Lijep
Summary: This isn't where we intended to be. Wilson/Cameron. Might be a one-shot.
Author's Note: So like, forever ago, on a story I wrote, a review said I should post a story written around "Where Do We Go From Here?" a song from Evita. Fast forward eight months, and now I'm getting on that. I'll dedicate this story to Anywien, who initially gave me this idea, although hers was for a House/Cameron pairing. But I can do this too. Here it goes.
Listen to: "Where Do We Go from Here?" from Evita.
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Intent
Eight months. It should have seemed like a blessing, and instead, it was a curse. Eight months.
He couldn't recall exactly how or why it happened, but he woke up with her one morning. There was no asking, no questioning, no answers, just progression. Then, somehow, they arrived at this point. Eight months.
There was no doubt in his mind that he loved her. Somehow, over those days, weeks, and months, he found out everything about her. He knew that she loved Eggo waffles and lightly sugared coffee in the morning. He knew what shampoo she used and knew that he would get used to the smell of it in his hair. He knew how her light brown hair curled over the shoulders of her flowered bathrobe. He knew Cameron.
But somehow, they were losing their touch. He needed a sense of reassurance that their somewhat pseudo-relationship was what he really needed. He needed to know that she still loved him as much as she did that first night, when her white knuckles gripped his sheets as a slick sweat covered her lithe body. He wanted to know if he could still make her as crazy as the first time.
The intent of their relationship seemed unreal. They never planned to end up in his bed. And yet they did. And she kept gasping his name in the darkness.
James.
His first name. It wasn't special to him, but it meant so damn much to hear it from her. Her little breathy gasps, the way it took almost all of her strength to utter it. And it wasn't even real.
He knew she loved him. There was no doubt. But things had changed.
He needed to know that things hadn't changed.
He needed to know she loved him.
She loved him.
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A/N: The end for now, unless I'm encouraged to continue. It's all up to you! R & R!