042. Tears - House/Cameron
Title: No Perfect Moments (4/4) : Comfort Food
Pairing/Characters: House/Cameron
Challenge: hc_challenge: Prompt # 21, housefic50: 042. Tears
Word Count: 668
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Beta by drwilltx. This follows " After All...", " Empty", and " Sugar-Free".
Prompt # 21: If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. (from Emma by Jane Austen)
No Perfect Moments
Chapter 4 : Comfort Food
House is making you dinner.
You knock on his door, a bottle of merlot with you. He greets you and returns to the kitchen to finish his culinary masterpiece of spaghetti with homemade meatballs. You smile at the tantalizing smells as you put down your purse. He has gone to a lot of effort and the gesture warms you up inside.
You open up the bottle of wine, freeing it from the confines of its glass prison. As the burgundy liquid swirls around each glass, a faint scent of earth and fruit hits your nose. You inhale deeply. You can practically taste the wine before it even touches your tongue.
A plate of food appears in front of you.
"Thank you."
He nods, placing his own plate down on the table. You shift his glass of wine to within his reach, uncertain what to say next. The ideas that pop into your head are all trivial or unimportant, but you have to begin somewhere.
"Good call on the Starbucks this morning." You say, twirling some spaghetti around your fork.
House is chewing on a meatball when you look up at him. He shrugs his shoulders, which is something he always does when you acknowledge his gestures of kindness.
"Can't have you being all tired and grumpy on the job." He quipped.
You raise an eyebrow at him. "Whose fault is that?" You stuff a meatball into your mouth. He should definitely make these more often.
He sighs, toying with a forkful of spaghetti. "Mine." He replies softly.
You almost choke on your food. You weren't expecting any response, much less the one he just gave you. You carefully finish chewing the meatball and swallow, studying his face.
He isn't looking at you because seemingly his wine glass has captured his attention. He empties half the glass in two big gulps.
“Good wine.”
“I noticed.” You reply, setting down your fork. “So... About last night.” Your voice is tentative. You had had this all worked out in your head earlier. You knew what you were going to say, and the logical arguments you wanted to make. All of that has left you now and you find yourself struggling for words.
“I was offensive and rude.” He murmurs, still studying his wine glass.
You frown, pulling the glass from his hands, forcing him to shift his attention to you. “Yes. But that’s not what bothers me.” Your hand rests on top of his.
He gives you a quizzical look.
“What bothers me is that you insulted me after I shared something really personal with you.” You see him open his mouth to speak and you cut him off before he does.
“And I’m not talking about the sex.”
There is a faint hint of a smirk on his face, but it quickly vanishes.
“I want us to be able to trust each other.” You explain.
It had been a risk, talking to him; opening up and giving him a little more insight into your demons. There were things that you felt he needed to know about you. Clearly you had touched a nerve because he reacted instinctively. He then took the easy route and responded with a joke.
As you stare at his face, you notice his eyes darken.
“Cameron.” He interrupts.
You immediately stop talking, having no idea what you were just saying anyway.
“I...” House looks down and sighs; the internal struggle is apparent on his face.
You squeeze his hand. The words aren’t easy for him and neither is waiting to hear them.
He sighs again and you wonder if he feels as defeated as he looks.
“I’m sorry.” He turns his hand so that your palms are touching.
His facial expression makes you want to cry, but you swallow the lump in your throat. You worry that talking will make the tears spill out of your eyes.
There are never perfect moments between the two of you, but you don't want perfect.
You only want him.
Pairing/Characters: House/Cameron
Challenge: hc_challenge: Prompt # 21, housefic50: 042. Tears
Word Count: 668
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG-13
A/N: Beta by drwilltx. This follows " After All...", " Empty", and " Sugar-Free".
Prompt # 21: If I loved you less, I might be able to talk about it more. (from Emma by Jane Austen)
No Perfect Moments
Chapter 4 : Comfort Food
House is making you dinner.
You knock on his door, a bottle of merlot with you. He greets you and returns to the kitchen to finish his culinary masterpiece of spaghetti with homemade meatballs. You smile at the tantalizing smells as you put down your purse. He has gone to a lot of effort and the gesture warms you up inside.
You open up the bottle of wine, freeing it from the confines of its glass prison. As the burgundy liquid swirls around each glass, a faint scent of earth and fruit hits your nose. You inhale deeply. You can practically taste the wine before it even touches your tongue.
A plate of food appears in front of you.
"Thank you."
He nods, placing his own plate down on the table. You shift his glass of wine to within his reach, uncertain what to say next. The ideas that pop into your head are all trivial or unimportant, but you have to begin somewhere.
"Good call on the Starbucks this morning." You say, twirling some spaghetti around your fork.
House is chewing on a meatball when you look up at him. He shrugs his shoulders, which is something he always does when you acknowledge his gestures of kindness.
"Can't have you being all tired and grumpy on the job." He quipped.
You raise an eyebrow at him. "Whose fault is that?" You stuff a meatball into your mouth. He should definitely make these more often.
He sighs, toying with a forkful of spaghetti. "Mine." He replies softly.
You almost choke on your food. You weren't expecting any response, much less the one he just gave you. You carefully finish chewing the meatball and swallow, studying his face.
He isn't looking at you because seemingly his wine glass has captured his attention. He empties half the glass in two big gulps.
“Good wine.”
“I noticed.” You reply, setting down your fork. “So... About last night.” Your voice is tentative. You had had this all worked out in your head earlier. You knew what you were going to say, and the logical arguments you wanted to make. All of that has left you now and you find yourself struggling for words.
“I was offensive and rude.” He murmurs, still studying his wine glass.
You frown, pulling the glass from his hands, forcing him to shift his attention to you. “Yes. But that’s not what bothers me.” Your hand rests on top of his.
He gives you a quizzical look.
“What bothers me is that you insulted me after I shared something really personal with you.” You see him open his mouth to speak and you cut him off before he does.
“And I’m not talking about the sex.”
There is a faint hint of a smirk on his face, but it quickly vanishes.
“I want us to be able to trust each other.” You explain.
It had been a risk, talking to him; opening up and giving him a little more insight into your demons. There were things that you felt he needed to know about you. Clearly you had touched a nerve because he reacted instinctively. He then took the easy route and responded with a joke.
As you stare at his face, you notice his eyes darken.
“Cameron.” He interrupts.
You immediately stop talking, having no idea what you were just saying anyway.
“I...” House looks down and sighs; the internal struggle is apparent on his face.
You squeeze his hand. The words aren’t easy for him and neither is waiting to hear them.
He sighs again and you wonder if he feels as defeated as he looks.
“I’m sorry.” He turns his hand so that your palms are touching.
His facial expression makes you want to cry, but you swallow the lump in your throat. You worry that talking will make the tears spill out of your eyes.
There are never perfect moments between the two of you, but you don't want perfect.
You only want him.