The Space Between
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Hope you like this, I don't normally ship ChaseCameron but this isn't really romance...
Two: Chase's POV
The first time it happened, I went to her. I don't know what I was thinking going to her apartment in the first place, and I wasn't thinking at all when we had wild, manic sex.
But this time, she came to me. Her motive was obvious-she needed comfort, and there was a very select few who would understand the situation. The boss with whom she had a love/hate relationship was shot in front of her and she was traumatized. She had two choices- come to me or go to Foreman.
She chose me.
The night of the shooting she actually came home with me from work. Neither of us wanted to be alone, and we opted for my apartment instead of a bar. She slept beside me in my bed, but nothing more happened.
The next night, she showed up at my place around one in the morning. Though I tried to convince her otherwise, I had already been sleeping for hours. While I found the questioning by the police exhausting, it apparently made her very anxious, and I guess it also made her amorous.
We did it on the floor, on top of the welcome mat.
It was passionate, raw, and afterward I felt so filthy I took a shower
Being together felt really, really good…and made me feel really, really guilty.
I couldn't help but feel like I was taking advantage of her.
We agreed that a relationship wouldn't be appropriate, given our status as coworkers and the situation with House. We also decided that there would be absolutely no more sex.
She came to my place two more times that week, the following week we did it in the janitor's closet, and I now have the spare key to her apartment.
I haven't said this many Hail Mary's in one summer since the Seminary.