Unknown territory
I imagine this story takes place sometimes during season one, but it´s very detached from the actual plot and I´m going to continue to write it that way so maybe it´s not important what season it´s in?
Disclaimer: you know, I think it might actually be the other way around - considering the obscene amount of time I spend reading Hcam fics, House maybe owns me…
Thanks to: bones4life, my superbeta, for making sure I stay away from the worst spelling- and grammar errors and for trying to make me stay true to the characters, I´m sorry I´m such a handful…;)
And of course, thank you readers! You read my story and some of you even take the time to review it, until I started posting I didn´t understand how much that means. Please keep doing it!
She spends the night in a completely restless state of mind, going over theirencounteragain and again,creating marks in the carpet from walking anxiously back and forth across it. In the brisk awakening of dawn she finally falls asleep on the couch.
A phone ringing wakes her up a few hours later. It´s him.
"You and I did a foolish thing last night." His voice is more gruff than usual from lack of use.
"Yeah, I know." Just hearing him sends shivers down her spine.
"You on the pill?"
"No," she confesses. "But it's not…"
"Oh, please!" he cuts her off. "I'll come get you and we'll sort it out." He hangs up.
She quickly takes a shower and by the time he knocks on her door she's dressed in a pair of jeans and a baby blue cashmere sweater, her wet hair in a pony tail. She's put some make up on but she knows she's looking pale. She lets him in with a small smile. He's dressed in his usual outfit, looking out of place in her apartment as an awkward silence begins to lay between them.
"Hey," he says aftera while not looking at her. "I shouldn´t have…"
"Takes two to tango." she replies, tilting her head.
"Well, you ready to go then?"
She nods and reaches for her jacket. Out on the street he hands her his helmet and she climbs onto his bike, wrapping her arms firmly around him. She enjoys the bike ride, the speed, the smell of him, feeling his muscles move as he steers the bike. Being so close to him makes her want him so much it actually feels physically painful.
Too soon they arrive at PPTH.
As they enter the hospital, he immediately allows some space to accumulate between them.
"Go wait in my office."
She nods, accepting the fact that he obviously takes responsibility for the no-condom-issue. She goes upstairs, starts her laptop and goes through some mail. Some twenty minutes later he joins her.
"Working?" he says, popping some Vicodin.
"Thought I might as well make myself useful," she replies with a faint smile.
He pours a glass of water and hands it to her along with two pills.
"Here. Two now, two tomorrow and then one of these a day." He drops a box of birth control pills in front of her. "You are now officially on the pill, big girl."
She takes the two pills from his hand, her hesitation not going by unnoticed. She swallows them with a big gulp of water, grimacing as they won't go down smoothly.
"Good girl!" He looks at her, searching. "You okay?"
"I guess." The last twelve hours have left her feeling like she's been run over by a train and she's too exhausted to fake any kind of normality between them.
"Why these?" she asks holding up the box of birth control pills.
He drops his head and taps his cane.
"I made a promise." he says lightly. "But it´s not like it´s written in blood or anything so if you don´t wanna…" He hears himself babbling away and wishes for any kind of accident to come along and stop him before he makes a complete fooloutof himself.
Suddenly she gets up, a small smile on her face as she interrupts him.
"Listen, I´ll hold you to your promise and I promise to take these," she waves the box in front of him.
"Fine."
His eyes meet hers but he looks away first and encouraged by his confusion, she´s able to fake an easiness she really doesn´t feel.
"Your place or mine?"
"Easy there, cat woman," his signature smirk back in place. "I think I deserve breakfast before performing again."
She holds her breath, not bold enough to suggest they should share a meal. Maybe that would be too much of a dating implication for him to handle.
"I´ll take you home," he says. "And then I´ll come by your place later today, okay?"
"Great," she can´t hide her relief, her pale cheeks now flushed in a more healthy pink.
He sighs and shakes his head but keeps a smile on his face as they head out of the conference room.
She tries in vain not to wait for him, jumping at every sound from outside. When he shows up two hours after dropping her off, she has to work hard to cover up how relieved she is. She invites him in, but they don´t know how to go from there. He tries a joke.
"What? You´re all covered in clothes. I expected you to be all naked in bed by now or maybe attack me from behind the door." He wiggles his eyebrows at her.
She slowly moves closer.
"That can be arranged," she says as she almost shyly lifts her face towards his.
She had meant for the kiss to be chaste but when she feels him touch her, hunger once again overwhelms her and she presses herself tightly to him and willingly grants him the access he´s already claimed.
He's hard the moment he feels her tongue touch his.
He´s fought a battle with himself, whether to turn up at her apartment or not, and he doesn´t know if he´s won or lost, but at this point he argues that he might as well go through with it. In some logical ever-calculating corner of his brain he realizes that he´s entered unknown territory by coming here now and changing this whatever-it-is from a one-night-stand to an affair of some sorts. Then again, he wants her and the fact that it´s mutual just makes it all too easy to act on.
She leads him to her bedroom and almost frantically starts tugging at his shirt. But he´s determined to take his time, he wants to be aware of every move. One of his large hands easily traps both of her smaller ones behind her back, and with the other one he manages to tug down her jeans, leaving them half-way down her thighs.
She´s unable to move both arms and legs and she finds it strangely arousing to be so completely in his control. She allows herself to rest in it, looking at him with eyes thatare smokey with lust.
Her stare is too much for him to handle so he lets go of her hands and starts working on her sweater. She helps him pull it over her head and in one swift move unclasps her bra and tosses it on the floor. It makes him smile, she´s so eager, so ready, but when she catches his hands and put them on her breasts, all smiles are gone as he gasps at the impossible softness.
It´s so much more intimate this time with him moving ever so feather-light over her naked skin, and she yearns to touch him the same way. She starts working on his belt but he stops her. He doesn´t want her to see him. He removes his shirt and they fall onto the bed, kissing and touching and exploring. She surprises him with her total lack of shyness and he surprises her with his completely uninhibited ability to enjoy himself, her body, their actions.
She lays on top of him, covering him with wet kisses,burying her head in his neck, greedily drinking in his scent.
The pressure of her body stretched out against his makes him moan. He´s painfully hard and can feel himself pulsating against her leg through the denim. She smiles, feeling the bulge in his pants spreading her legs and wiggling her hips as to mold herself in a shape fitting his. She´s rewarded with a loud groan.
He moves to sit and unzips his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. She pushes him back and bends over him, taking him in her mouth. He gasps at the sudden contact. She´s all smoothness, softness and deep warm wetness. Dark spots start dancing behind his eyelids and he thinks he´s lost, but she shifts position again and the second he starts missing her mouth it´s covering his own as she kisses him passionately again. He realizes he´s misjudged her, she doesn´t want to hurry this, she wants this to take time as much as he does. It pleases him and he starts caressing her back, her hips, her thighs, allowing his hands to explore the unknown land that is her.
She has always found him sexy and that would have been enough for her, but now she discovers that as a lover he is creative and perceptive, paying attention to her reactions and acting on them.
The raw lust she sees in his eyes makes her body respond in ways she´s never imagined. She wants to wait longer but needs to feel him inside of her. There is a half-empty box of condoms in her nightstand and she moves to get one, but he stops her.
"I don´t think we´ll be needing that," he says, now lying on top of her, absent-mindedlybrushing away a tinge of her hair that lay across her face. "I mean, we´re kind of already past that," he continues.
"A bit hazardous for a doctor´s opinion, don´t you think?" She´s relishing in his closeness,enjoying his touch.
"Why? Am I in any danger here?" those sapphire blue examine her, making her dizzy.
"No, am I?"
"Not that I know of. I´m usually very careful," he murmurs in a low voice.
It´s not him declaring his undying love or even admitting to liking her, but it is him making an exception for her, a stupid one she knows, but still it´s enough to make her melt completely. She spreads her legs and welcomes him into her, meeting him in every thrust, kissing him and holding him while he empties himself inside her.
It´s too fast for him, but when he feels her cramps he really can´t hold back any more and he just lets go. It feels too good, too much, far too much to handle, but right now, he just doesn´t care.
Afterwards he stays on top of her allowing her to caress his back. But when he sees the stars in her eyes he knows that it´s all getting out of hand. He hastily withdraws from her embrace.
"I need to go. Don´t do relationships, remember?"
He gets up and quickly starts to dress.
"Yeah…But I do believe you like me…" she says with a satisfied grin on her face. She´s relaxed, happy, laying on her back. It´s dangerous, her guard is down.
He goes from revulsion to disgust in no time, shouting his answer at her. "Seriously Cameron, you couldn´t restrain yourself even for 24 hours? I can´t be the sappy loverboy you crave and I won´t bother trying. You know that! I´ll fuck you, that´s it!"
She snaps right out of her dreamy mood, realizing she´s crossed that fragile invisible line that defines this new relationship they´re in. She wants to fix it but she doesn´t know how. She´s rendered speechless, and in fear of having destroyed everything, she just sits in the middle of the bed and pulls the blanket around her nakedness as if to protect herself.
She looks extremely young and vulnerable and all of his anger fades away. He slouchesdown on the edge of the bed, wiping his face with a weak hand.
"Look, I´m not sorry. You knew what you were getting yourself into, but…this arrangement…it´s not…I mean, you like me and I don´t want any responsibility for that."
He looks tired and she suddenly feels an absurd urge to comfort him but wisely stays where she is.
"I´m sorry," she softly says. "I won´t talk about feelings again…but I need to know…if you´ll come back?"
She loathes herself for being this clingy, but she´s so far gone now, pride isn´t exactly on the top ten list, hell knows if it would even make it to the top fifty.
He sits in silence, resting his head in his hands. She has to push him for the sake of her mental sanity.
"I mean, do you want to come back?"
She´s going for something remotely resembling casual, but feels her breathing give her away.Then again, maybe he doesn´t notice because he plainly answers:
"Sure. Sure I want to." And with a smile she can only describe as sad, he stands and leaves.