Cameron waited for Wilson to get out of the shower. She couldn't help but look around. His apartment was very clean for a bachelor. She was impressed with how organized everything was.
She ran a finger along the bookcase. He had mostly medical books, but there was some fiction down the end, in the lower corner, almost hidden away from the casual observer. There were some sports books, and some history books as well. She was most intrigued by the fiction, lots of detective thrillers. She would have to remember that.
She looked over his CD collection, which he kept in a tower next to his desk. It was a pretty eclectic collection; classical, jazz, classic rock, even some modern stuff. She let out a small laugh as she ran across NSYNC. She hopped that was a joke.
"What's so funny?" The voice behind her startled her. She was surprised she didn't feel him approaching. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rocked her back and forth, looking over her shoulder.
She couldn't say it, so she just pointed to the NSYC CD. He laughed. She felt his warm breath brush against her cheek. "Right, that. It was a gag gift, from House. Every year for Christmas we try to get each other the most inappropriate gift we can find." He was still slightly uncomfortable talking about House with her, even after last night, but he was trying to be brave.
"I thought House didn't like presents." There was a touch of hurt in her voice. He had been so against her getting him anything, but he bought presents for Wilson. She knew she shouldn't care anymore, but her feelings weren't going to go away overnight.
"He doesn't. These aren't real presents. They're jokes. I got him a book on hiking they Himalayas." Wilson was guiding her away from the CD rack, and hopefully away from talk of House.
Cameron thought for a moment that a book on hiking for a man with minimal use of one leg was a bit cruel, but she realized that what House and Wilson shared could withstand that sort of joke. Maybe Wilson could teach her how to lighten up about things like that. "What do you want to do today?" She twisted herself around in his arms and was now looking up into his face.
"I thought you could decide."
"I don't want to. I want you to surprise me." She smiled at him, and he couldn't resist. He gave her a kiss and agreed to surprise her.
"Well, we will start by eating." He let go of her reluctantly and headed for the door.
"My place first," she demanded on the way out.
They stopped at her place, and she ran upstairs and got changed. She came back down sooner than Wilson had anticipated. "That was quick."
"I told you I just needed to change." She looked beautiful. She had hardly any makeup on, her hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail. She had thrown on a pair of jeans that hugged her in all the right places, and a tight fitting tee shirt that fell a little short of her jeans and showed off just a hint of skin at her waist.
She hopped into the car and they rushed off to the diner. It was just a lovely breakfast between two friends. They ate and talked and laughed. The ease they had felt with each other in the very beginning was back. Wilson could not have been any happier. He was in love.
"What are you smiling at?" Cameron couldn't ignore the goofy smile on his face any longer. They were heading back to his car after a very satisfying breakfast and she wondered if he didn't have heartburn.
"I'm in love." He was positively beaming, and his beam only got brighter when she smiled back at him.
She laughed. "Oh, James. I love you too." She kissed him on the cheek.
"Who said I was in love with you?" He was trying to be funny, but the big grin on his face gave him away.
"Jimmy." She gave him a playful little shove, but he didn't care.
"Jimmy." He pondered this in his head, rolled it around to see if he liked it. She hadn't thought about it when she'd said it. It came out naturally, and that alone made him like it. Only his mother called him Jimmy, but he felt it was time to change that. "I like it."
"You should, it's your name." She didn't get how much it meant to hear her call him that. He hadn't been called Jimmy since his mother died many years ago. Cameron kind of reminded him of his mother. She had been the kindest most compassionate woman he'd ever known.
He told Cameron all of this, and she kissed him. She couldn't think of any other way to respond. "Oh, Jimmy."