A/N: Firstly, I came up with a theme for the names of my chapters -- song titles! If you have an idea for song that could be used for a plot-line (like sex, love, hurt, break-up, etc), please say so in a review or PM me. Thanks so much
Also, my beta was temporary unavailable, so the editing is all me... Just don't insult my fourth grade vocabulary and lack of big words! P (Note: I'm not actually a fourth grader.)
Chapter 4: Nine In The Afternoon
As the morning hours came and left, and then the sun began to shine directly overhead. Nothing wrong with this, except, a certain two doctors were still in each other's arms from the previous night.
House's preset alarm for nine in the morning went by unnoticed and the TV was eventually turned off in the middle of the night.
All was quiet and peaceful.
Until Cameron awoke, she stretched and yawned, looking around trying to decipher where the hell she was.
House's condo; which was brightly lit from the natural sunlight cascading from the various windows making the residence even more breath-taking. She turned to look at the time – 11:07 it read.
She wasn't exactly startled or anything because her ER shift didn't start until noon. Cameron knew she would make it there in time.
But the man holding on to her waist protectively was a different story. He was supposed to be in his office by nine.
House was always late, it was nothing new, but she knew, first hand, the worry of fellows when their mentor hasn't shown up until noon.
Cameron decided not to wake him the normal way, by nudging or pushing him slightly. She decided to make it loving.
She lowered her mouth to his, feeling the fiery connection. She played with his bottom lip with her tongue. She pulled away a little for some air and saw a slight smile on his mouth. She connected again and felt him respond. Tongues dueled for a win, but it was, in fact, a stalemate. House nibbled on her bottom lip, making her moan in delight. She sucked on his upper lip and wrote her name with her tongue on his teeth suddenly he broke away.
"Good morning to you too," House muttered, licking his lips.
Cameron giggled, completely lost in him. His blue eyes stared at her in amazement.
Coming back from reality, "it's a quarter after eleven. You should get ready," she said before giving him a small passionate kiss.
"But I wanna stay here with you," he whined. "In your arms," he spoke and tightened the embrace around her.
Cameron's heart swelled, "As much as I would love to stay here with you and do naughty things all day, we have work."
"There's such a thing called a sick day, right?" He asked, sarcastically. Placing a small kiss on her lips.
"Technically, yes. But your fellows will worry," she said, sincerely, as she traced his face with her index finger.
"Fuck them! I have more important things to do. For example, kissing the medical terminology outta you!" He gave a passionate kiss on her lips, leaving both breathless. House thought for a second. "When you were my subordinate, did you worry about me?"
She stared into his baby blue orbs. "Even when I'm not your fellow, I worry about you. Each passing day when I see you and I wonder if it will be my last. That the Vicodin finally get to your liver or you would fall and nobody would be around to find your unconscious body," Cameron started to cry and hugged him tighter. "I worry that I'll forget to remember you. And now, forgetting what it's like to be in your arms, protected from harm," she sobbed. "I worry about you every single day of my life."
"Shh… It's ok. I'm here," he held her and her head dropped to the crook of his neck. "Don't worry about me, I'm not worth it."
"What do you mean you're not worth it?!" Anger in her soft voice. "You mean a hell of a lot to me, and because of that I worry. Because I fucking care about you and your well-being! I don't understand why you would think any different…" She ended softly.
And with that she got up from the couch, untangling herself from his tight embrace; pulled out two things unrecognizable to House.
Then she stood in the middle of the large room, wiped her tear-filled eyes and one thing appeared. A single flame from a lighter, which then was brought to the end of a cigarette. A puff of smoke leaving her mouth, respectively.
Cameron walked over to the piano bench, cigarette held between her lips, located near a window. She unlocked it and pulled up. It didn't stay, smashing her right middle finger in a split second. As a reflex, she pulled back before she got the full effect of the blow. Her cigarette dropped to the floor and blood dripped from her third phalanges.
"Fuck!" She screamed. Her left hand covering her new wound.
"God damn it!" House muttered as he grabbed his cane and walked to the injured woman. "C'mon we're going to the hospital and get your finger checked properly for any broken bones-"
"Relax, I'll be fine, it barely broke skin," Cameron interjected as she further examined the affected area.
"If by 'barely breaking skin', you mean loosing a lot of blood for a small cut in a small amount of time; then yes I'd agree with you," he paused. "C'mon, we're going to the hospital," he said firmly, as he passively followed her to the bathroom.
Cameron rolled her eyes at him and started opening and closing cabinets and drawers finding various medical supplies to apply to the cut.
Then she reached for the hydrogen peroxide. She immediately found trouble opening it.
"Let me," he sighed, as he untwisted the cap with ease.
Cameron seemed to relax, as she unclenched her upper body muscles.
House applied a small amount of the peroxide to a fluffy white cotton ball, its size decreasing with every droplet that hit the surface. Then he took the saturated cotton ball and rested it on her injured finger.
Responding to the liquid, she clenched up again in pain.
"Sorry," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.
"It stings…" she complained.
"I know; I just don't want it to get infected. Who knows what crap is on my window," he stated. He removed the cotton ball, which was red from the great amount of blood that seeped from her thin finger. Then he took a small square bandage and placed it over the lesser of the two cuts. Then House carefully wrapped a bigger, sturdier bandage on top of it with the cotton side over the wound, located on the opposing side of the same finger.
"Sorry you had to go though all this trouble for me," she grimaced from her pulsating finger. "Do you have some aspirin or something for my finger?"
"You know, I think I just might," punctuating the last part with his right index finger. He left the bathroom to retriever his jacket from the previous day. House reached inside the right pocket and pulled out the familiar orange prescription bottle. Expertly, he opened the cap with a soft pop and handed a single white pill to her.
"That works too…" she smiled for the first time in twenty minutes. Popping the pill in her mouth and then downing it with water from the sink behind her.
Cameron stood tentatively in the cramped space, and House was sitting on the edge of the bathtub. She knelt down in between his legs, and placed a small kiss on his lips.
"Thank you," she whispered softly after they broke apart.
"You're welcome. Let me know when you need to change the bandage," he explained, as he set the open box of bandages on the counter next to the sink.
"I'm a doctor too, you know!" She smiled. "By the way, I like this caring side to you. Such a turn on…" she trailed off as she raised her lips to his.
It started with slowly, lovingly caressing lips. But want, need and lust drove them insane and soon it was a fast-paced passionate kiss.
Breathless for air, Cameron leaned back, but House continued to kiss and suck his way down her neck.
"Do you want…?" she released a moan when House kissed under her left ear. "Bedroom?" Was all she could say without sharply sucking in air to stay conscious.
With that, House swept her off her feet, and ignored the painful throbbing of his right thigh. Cameron took immediately interest in his neck and jaw line, as he carried her to the promise land.
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