Title: Everything Changes
Prompt: #038 Touch
Rating: R
Spoilers: Euphoria Pt 1 and Pt 2.
Summary: The aftermath. This changes everything.
Author's Note: Again, feedback would be much appreciated D
'I'm melting in your eyes. I lost my place, could stay awhile. I'm melting in your eyes, like my first time that I caught fire.'
-I caught fire, The Used.
Cameron collapsed on her couch later that night, running a hand through her hair as she shut her eyes. She was absolutely exhausted. Physically and emotionally, these past few days had taken its toll on her. All she wanted to do was sleep.
Yet so many things were still running through her mind; Foreman, House; that she couldn't concentrate on anything but that. She wanted to forget about what had happened and return to some sort of normality, but she thought House would hardly think the same way.
She knew House didn't take direction well. He liked to run by his own course of action, and whatever the outcome, it was all him. But Cameron had done to biopsy, despite House's objections, later realizing that she needn't have done so. Cameron didn't regret doing it; in her perspective it had saved Foreman's life.
She knew everyone would be expecting her to break.
But she wasn't going to.
Accepting Foreman's apology was necessary given the state of things. Cameron had honestly thought he was going to die. But she wasn't going to allow things to go back to the way they were just because she accepted his apology.
She needed to be stronger than that.
Cameron had left the hospital swiftly; she didn't want to be seen by House or Chase, and she just wanted to get out of there. Get away from the case. Get away from House.
Things had changed between them, Cameron realized this. These past few days had allowed them both to see each other as equals. She didn't feel like the underling anymore.
'Expecting more than that would just be hopeful thinking,' Cameron thought, opening her eyes and biting her lip.
A loud rap at her door made her head snap up. She slowly stood up, wrapping an arm around her as she walked over to the door. The incessant knocking let her know who it was before she opened it.
House.
He stood leaning on her doorframe staring at her as he lowered his cane. Cameron leant on the door handle as she stared at him.
'What are you doing here?' Cameron asked hesitantly, biting her lip as she looked up at him.
He shrugged, looking at the floor. She knew this was a clear sign that he was avoiding talking about his feelings. 'Checking in. You sneaked out of the hospital before I could make some post-op cracks about Foreman. I had some really good ones planned too,' He said, looking up at her.
Cameron smirked. 'Right. Because you knew he would survive.'
Another shrug. 'I knew something would turn up.'
Silence. Cameron wondered why he was here, and the non-answers he was giving really weren't helping her curiosity. 'So back to my original question. Why are you here? And don't give me some smart-ass wise crack. I know you are capable of telling the truth,' Cameron stated, putting her hands on her hips as she stood up straighter.
House didn't reply at first, but stared at the carpet. 'I wanted to make sure you're ok. Because the past couple of days … It's been hard,' He finished, looking up at her.
Cameron was taken aback by his words. 'I – I'm dealing,' She said softly.
House nodded. 'Ok. That's good,' He looked behind him, 'I'm going to go,' He finished, looking up at her before turning around and beginning to walk away.
Cameron had about a millisecond to make up her mind and quickly grabbed his arm. He turned around, staring at her.
'I – Stay. With me.' She said softly, her hand still on his arm.
House just stood rooted to the spot staring at her, and before Cameron could turn away and hide the heat rushing to her face, he nodded and walked around her into her apartment.
Cameron stared down her hallway, completely perplexed at what she just asked and how he replied.
This changes everything.
Turning around and walking back into her apartment, Cameron shut the door behind her and turned around. House was standing right behind her, a mere inches from her face. Cameron was already backed up against the door, her palms flat against the wood as her breath caught in her throat by his closeness.
His breath burned against her cheek. 'This is a bad idea,' He muttered into her ear, his stubbled cheek grazing hers.
'You've had worse ideas,' Cameron replied breathlessly, her eyes closing as he brushed his lips against her neck.
'True,' House replied, taking his lips off her neck and pressing them firmly on her mouth.
Cameron gasped slightly at the contact before winding an arm around his neck to pull him closer to her. His hands found her hips and pulled her flush against him, as his mouth moved against hers. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and sucked on it gently before Cameron opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to clash with his.
House pulled her back and they fumbled towards her bedroom, their mouths not leaving each other. They moved slowly, Cameron not wanting to jar his leg. Before they reached her bedroom, House backed her up against the wall next to her bedroom door and kissed her, his hands running under her top and over her flesh.
'This – This is going to change everything,' House broke off, breathing heavily as he rested his forehead against hers.
Cameron's breath was shallow as she licked her swollen lips. 'Just shut up and kiss me,' she replied.
House obliged, pressing his mouth back on hers as he fumbled with the door handle behind him and swung open her bedroom door.
They both fell onto her bed, Cameron gently straddling his hips as they both continued to kiss each other passionately. They only broke away when House pulled Cameron's top over her head. He moved down to her collarbone, dragging his tongue along the curve of her neck and making Cameron moan. He smirked as his fingers hooked in her pants and pulled them down. She pulled them off completely before lifting his shirt up over his head and kissing the spot behind his ear.
Her breath caught in her throat again as House's finger traced the inside of her thigh before entering her, making her head fall onto his shoulder. He smirked as he began to tease her and she jerked, her head moving against his chest.
'Oh God…' Cameron groaned as he pulled out of her. She quickly regained her self control back, and traced her fingers down to his throbbing erection visible through his boxer shorts. She wrapped a hand around it, slowly rubbing as she watched him squirm.
'Jesus…'House growled as Cameron began pumping, and he captured her lips in his ferociously.
He kissed her roughly before entering her, watching her arch into him and her eyes flutter shut as she moaned. He began thrusting in a rhythm, biting his lip as he watched her move against him. She came, groaning as her head collapsed into the crook of his neck. He came soon after, feeling himself shatter beneath her.
They both fell back into her bed, Cameron pushing back her hair from her sweaty forehead as he rested on her pillows, his breathing regulating.
She noticed that his forehead was more creased than usual, so she sat up and leant over the bed, reaching for his pants and grabbing his bottle of Vicodin. She popped the bottle and tipped two into her hand, passing them to him.
'Thanks,' He said, dry swallowing them as he leant back on the pillows.
Cameron leant back too, and they both stared up at the ceiling, contemplating what had just happened and the next course of action.
'Hey,'
Cameron cocked her head sideways and saw him staring at her. 'You ok?'
She smirked. 'Exhausted? Yes. But other than that … I'm good,' She replied, a smile forming on her face as she looked at him.
House's arm shifted and he looked at her. Cameron took that as an invitation, and she settled into the crook of his arm, his hand rubbing small circles on her hip.
It wasn't perfect. It wasn't magical. But it was them.
It changes.
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