Title: Vicodin is for Lovers pt 8?
Author: revolution25 aka laurieisme
Summary: will later be House/Cameron. Between love and hate, Cameron and House find a happy in-between.
Rating: Teen right now, may go to Adult later.
Author's Notes: My first House fanfiction, but hardly my first fanfiction. As ever thanks eternally to my beta
Aliquid ardet(Something's burning)
"To Allison!" Wilson said above the noise level of the crowd, "May her lawsuits always end in a 'not guilty!'"
Everyone lifted their glasses and drank to that. They were all sitting at a small but noisy pub, hours earlier they ruled in favor of Cameron, and they awarded her enough money to cover her legal expenses.
"I don't know, I would have really liked to see you in handcuffs." House teased.
"There's a fantasy of both of ours gone down the drain." She replied.
House just laughed, knowing for once she had him beat.
"Allison, Allison, Allison," Wilson came up to her and took her over to the side of the bar that had been designated as the dance floor.
"Jimmy, how drunk are you?" she asked as she let him move his hands so they were dancing a foxtrot.
"Not at all by the alcohol, but the radiance," He spun them both, which made her laugh, "of your beauty when you are proven not guilty... It took all of my control to sustain me, but now that you are in my arms; I am drunk on the brilliant light that is your soul."
She laughed with him, then looked around to everyone witnessing their spectacle. Foreman, caught her eye and smiled to her, but Chase was facing Foreman and saying something emphatically. She turned her attention to House, who was looking away and drinking his beer down in a few long gulps, he did not look as happy as he did a few moments ago.
Something inside her felt sorry for him, a larger part of herself she didn't want to admit was even inside her felt rather good about it. She felt like shit when he was keeping the knowledge of the trial away from her, and she felt even worse for the entire time he was gone. For him to feel a little of what she felt made her feel good, and that made her feel guilty.
He ordered another one and popped a little white pill in his mouth, a pill she had known to be Vicodin, a drug that should not be taken with alcohol.
She felt fingertips at her side, which tickled her and made her try and pull away as she laughed, but Wilson took a tighter hold of her.
"I will not have the woman of the hour looking sullen." He said to her smiling.
She couldn't help but smile and feel at least a little bit better.
"Come m'lady, it is time to do the electric slide." Wilson said once the song changed.
When Foreman saw what they were doing he got up and made Chase join them. Cameron spent most of the dance trying to keep up and not step on anyone's feet, but mostly laughing at her own clumsiness. When the song was over she curtsied to the others then went towards the ladies room. When she got in there she caught her breath then freshened up her makeup.
She gave herself one last look in the mirror then headed out. Before she could join the others, she saw a figure stand at the far end of the hallway, away from the pub and all of the lights. Once she saw the shadow of the cane she approached him. He was leaning against the wall on one side, and looking down to what seemed to be the bottom of his cane. She mirrored his position, leaning on the wall, but she was looking at him, and trying to catch his stare.
"I don't dance." He said forcefully.
"I never thought you would." She said truthfully.
"I mean I think you should go back out there and leave me be."
She smiled a playful smile and again tried to look him in the eyes, "Maybe I don't want to leave you, maybe I want to bother you." She began to poke him in the arm, "It's my night you know, I can do whatever I want."
"You're acting like a child," he said trying to catch her finger to stop her from poking her.
"I know you are but what am I."
"Stop that, do what you like but stop poking me." He finally grabbed her wrist and looked her in the eyes, everything about his body and voice telling her 'go away.'
She put her other hand on his neck, her thumb going across his stubble, her face getting closer and closer to his.
"I want you," She whispered.
"I think you're drunk."
She shook her head, "Drunk, sober," she kissed his jaw line, "I always want you."
He put his cane against the wall then took his hand and put it on her shoulder, moving her away from him and looking her in the eyes, "Not tonight."
She frowned and started to move away from him feeling embarrassed, but he kept his grip on her which made her look in his eyes again.
His eyes glittered playfully, "Not a never, just not tonight."
She smiled, "I order you to come and drink with us, you must obey."
"I order you to wear a mini skirt on Monday."
"Maybe... Maybe Chase will be wearing one too."
"Even better."
By the end of the night Wilson had somehow become the designated driver, he was the one that drank only a little at the beginning of the night, and once they were ready to leave he had already sobered up. He first brought Chase home, who stumbled out of the passenger's seat and tripped up to his front door. Foreman was next, and when he was leaving Cameron kissed him on the forehead after that it was just Wilson in the front seat, with Cameron and House in the back. Cameron was in the middle seat, and once Foreman got out she had the option of moving to that seat, and further away from House, she didn't do it though.
"I love this song!" Wilson said as he turned up the radio on high.
Cameron turned to House, and the look in her eyes as she stared at him could only be described as hungry. House learned something that night, when Dr. Cameron was inebriated she became wanton. Her face came close to his, then nuzzled her cheek lightly to his, and soon began to kiss him on his neck.
"I may be drunk, but I do distinctly remember saying not tonight." He said, not moving her away but also not encouraging her.
"'S'morning. It's just a kiss, nothing more than that..."
The way she slurred her words told him this should really stop, but that part of him, the sober part was being beaten up and thrown in a dumpster by the more affected part of him, the part of him that wanted to keep going Wilson's presence be damned. It sounded so logical to this fuzzy part of his brain, what would one kiss do? It hadn't hurt before, why should it hurt now?
He couldn't help it, when she put her lips to his he couldn't help but kiss her back. Her warm lips felt so smooth against his, and when her tongue slipped into his mouth he put his hand in her hair and moved her closer to him, crushing her lips to him.
Wilson was still singing to the music he had been blasting, and hadn't noticed his passengers.
House moved his hand that was at her side over to her shoulder so he could pull her closer, but in the process his finger grazed her breast which made Cameron let out a moan that was louder than it should have been, House pushed her body closer to his hoping to silence her.
"Oh my god!" Wilson let out once he saw what was going on in the back seat.
House could feel Cameron smile, and she did not move away from him, if anything she tried to move closer. House soon caught on to why she was doing this in Wilson's car. She knew the way House had felt about herself and Wilson, she also knew Wilson's display earlier that night brought back all those insecurities. By doing this in front of Wilson, she was clearly saying 'hands off, taken.' Something about her expressing that to his best friend had made the kiss that much more passionate.
Once he realized all that she was doing, and once he knew that Wilson was watching, the way he kissed her could only be interpreted one way; 'Mine.'
They found the need for air, and even though they stopped kissing House's hand was still in her hair keeping her close to him.
The car stopped in front of Cameron's apartment building, and Wilson stayed oddly quiet.
Cameron smiled wickedly, "See you Monday?"
"Monday," He nodded.
They kissed quickly one last time, then she slid to the other side and let herself out. When she was in the apartment building Wilson finally turned to House.
"What in the hell was that!"
"Nothing you'll be telling a soul about." House leaned his head on the back head-rest.
"Of course... but, I'd like to know what almost made me crash my car."
House waived one hand not even bothering looking at his friend, "Home, James."