Title: In the Right Direction
Summary: Sequel to Seeking Comfort which must be read first. This story follows House and Cameron through a relationship…realistically.
Chapter 2:
Cameron had brought her things to House's place little by little. She wasn't going to overwhelm him with her life's belongings, but in actuality there actually wasn't a lot she wanted to keep. Her furniture was mostly cheap leftovers from her college days; she had plain lobby art she knew House would hate, and she thought he had good taste anyway. In any event, all her clothes were at his place, a few pictures of her family were on the mantel, and just some random odds, ends, and keepsakes she couldn't quite bear to part with were scattered here and there. Her apartment still had a good six months on the lease, so when things got bad she could give House all the space he wanted. Cameron's head wasn't in the clouds. She knew there would be times when House would drive her up a wall; she just had to wait for these moments to present themselves and get through them.
It had been a couple weeks since Cameron had moved in. Things had settled into somewhat of a routine. They wake up, shower, eat, Cameron leaves for work, (depending on her shift) House bums around for an hour or so until he leaves for the hospital. This morning wouldn't be any different. Cameron looked over at the alarm clock. It was going to start ringing horribly in about ten minutes. She had woken up a couple of minutes earlier, needing to pee like no other, but when she realized the position she was in, she stopped her attempt to make it to the bathroom. Sometime during the night House had flopped into his stomach, wrapped one arm completely around her waist, tangled his legs with hers, and there was no possible way for Cameron to get out of bed without waking him up. The minutes ticked away until the alarm finally went off. House woke up with a start propping himself up to switch off the infernal machine.
"Morning," he said. His voice was gravely with sleep.
"Morning," Cameron replied quickly trying to disentangle herself and get down the hall to the bathroom.
"Hey where are you going?" House pulled her back down to him and started a new morning ritual…morning sex. He kissed her softly on the mouth and Cameron almost forgot about nature. He drug his mouth and tongue down her neck, his stubble created a delicious friction, and it was only when he settled his weight on her that she let out a small gasp.
"You really need to stop."
"What? Why?" House continued to kiss along her collarbone, until he felt insistent hands pushing at his chest.
"I have to go to the bathroom!" House continued to hold her down. He pushed his hips into hers, pressing on her bladder.
"Greg, come on!"
"Think of glorious waterfalls!" She finally squirmed from his grasp. "A constant shower of water cascading down-"
"Shut up!" House just fell back on the pillows with a smile on his face.
Work was pretty dull. House sat in his office with Wilson trying to pass the time. House was between cases and Wilson wanted to know more about how his friend's relationship was going.
"So…how's living with someone again?" Wilson asked.
"Pretty much the same, except cleaner, better food, and more sex." House tossed his tennis ball back and forth between his hands.
"And that's pretty much the same how?" House was about to retort when he saw Cuddy entering the glass door to his office.
"Sorry, not enough room in this office for me and your ass. You better leave while you still can." He motioned to Wilson.
"That was cute. If you have no case you need to be doing something else, something productive."
"Like fathering your child? I guess that's actually reproductive."
"House, get in the clinic now." Cuddy readied herself for what was sure to be a hard fought battle. House was quiet for a couple moments and then he said,
"Okay." House got up from his office chair and left the room. Wilson turned towards a bewildered Cuddy.
"What just happened?"
Of course House wasn't planning on actually going to the clinic, but the clinic was downstairs and the ER was downstairs and that meant Cameron was downstairs. He was just going to avoid boredom, perhaps give someone a hard time. She had just finished stitching up some idiot who didn't know how to use a nail gun, when she saw him leaning against the wall watching her with a red sucker in his mouth. Smiling to herself, she snapped off her gloves and walked over to him. She looked up at him waiting for him to divulge his reason for being in the ER. His lips were reddened slightly from the cherry candy and Cameron licked her lips in anticipation. He noticed the way she was looking at his mouth, and he smirked.
"Something on your mind?" House asked popping the sucker back into his mouth.
"What are you doing down here?" Cameron reached up and fixed a wrinkle in his collar.
"I have no case, Cuddy ordered me down in the clinic, and I just stopped by to watch you waste more of your medical intellect on idiots who can't use home improvement equipment."
"Right, it couldn't be that you actually wanted to see me." Cameron started to turn back into the emergency room slightly annoyed when House grabbed her hand.
"Hey, see you at home?" They he said the words like a question kind of caught Cameron off guard. Where else would she be? She gave him a comforting smile, all her annoyance fading into oblivion when she realized he had referred to his apartment as their home.
"Yeah, I'll see you at home."
This is just kind of a setup chapter. The next one should be where things really start happening.