Fic: You Got Nothing On Me
Author:plum_pink
Title: You Got Nothing On Me
Rating:R
Pairing: House/Cameron
Warnings:Some language.
Disclaimer: Don't own House, M.D.
Summary: Valentine's Day is not a true holiday.
Belated V-day fic. I don't know where I found the muse to finish it especially after DS's crushing words.
She secretly adores Valentine's Day. Always, has for as long as she remembers.
In the second grade Justin Pepe gave her a misshaped heart with smudgy chocolate fingerprints, runny glue, and pink glitter. Cameron stuffed it under her pillow and pressed a kiss to it every night for a week. Her mother quickly confiscated the card after finding the mess it left on the bed.
She was more careful with her cards after that.
High school Valentines dances were filled with ducking into the girl’s stalls with their pilfered bottles of peach schnapps and taking intermittent swigs with her friends.
Cameron never really enjoyed the unexperienced wandering hands of the cocky teenage boys, gyrating against her bony hips and awkwardly grabbing the soft underside of her legs.
Then in college there was her husband. Emergency scheduled surgeries, catheters, constant vomiting, and his impending death was hardly any grounds for romance. They spent their time focusing on more important things.
In general, she’s never had a truly singular Valentine other than Justin. Unknowingly the eight year old set the mold for Cameron, dictating the level of consideration one should have.
She hopes for a change this year, not for an overtly romantic gesture but a present day equivalent of that messy hand crafted card, sculpted from child safe scissors.
Change is unlikely to come.
House swirls his cane as he moves to the coffee pot. He whistles a pristine tune pouring the lukewarm French roast into a mug. The gurgling sounds of the dark liquid hitting the bottom of the mug fills the room, cloaking the silence.
An arched eyebrow marks his face when he lifts the cup. He peers at her over the lip and takes a gulp. The cup lowers and he looks around the office with subtly.
Chase and Foreman have gone to the cafeteria for lunch.
She looks up from her laptop and readjusts her glasses then looks back at the screen. If he has something to ask he should do it. He does.
“Wanna get lunch?” It’s simple and to the point.
Now she’s in his car straddling his lap as she fumbles with his buckle. His urgent hands rest on her thighs and he squeezes them.
Her mouth is on his, their kisses are wet and sloppy as she grinds sweetly against him abandoning his buckle and wrapping her arms around his neck.
House obliges and pulls her closer, away from the steering wheel and up to his chest. Hands drift back to her thighs and he grins against her mouth. Squeezing gently, the rough callused palms scratching her thigh highs.
“Glad you wore a skirt today.” He mumbles this into her mouth and unwraps her hands from his neck and guides a hand to his crotch. Their hands start a slow stroke as he leaves her to it.
Cameron watches his eyes close and his lips part, focusing on the undulating movements of her hand. She pulls away instead and leans back.
Golden brown curls pressed between the wheel and her back. Her arms are crossed and she waits for him to open his eyes.
“What?” He says. Hair askew and pants opened, he looked purely roguish.
Her lips part to begin her question but he silences her with an annoyed look.
“Don’t say what I think you’re going to say.” His fingers drum a beat against her thighs as she sits in his lap. A few more seconds pass and she lifts herself from him and settles back into the passenger side.
A quick flick of his wrist and the engine comes to life as he groans and pulls out of the parking lot. They spend the rest of the day in silence. No cases to pass the time Cameron packs her things and slips out of the office unnoticed.
After a quick soak in the tub, she gathers the still damp locks of hair and twirls them into a limp twist on the top of her head. She pulls an old oxford shirt she stole from House and a fresh pair of cheeky Valentine panties she purchased on a whim at Victoria’s Secret.
This year was no exception. No flowers, no candy, no cards dusted with glitter and tacky glue.
She finds solace in a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a bottle of merlot.
Every love story known to mankind is currently playing on every station. There’s no way to escape the Hallmark consumer driven holiday.
A knock on the door pulls her from the television and she stands to answer it.
Of course it’s House on the other end, leaning heavily on his cane. He gives her a quick nod and looks into the apartment. She takes a step back and lets him in.
Suddenly Cameron wishes she was wearing more clothing,
He takes note of this and raises his cane to her attire. “That my shirt?” He asks with a jab at the air. Cameron rolls her eyes, rounds the couch and takes her seat.
“What do you want?”
“I’ve come for my shirt.”
“You just found out I had it. If you’re here for a booty call forget it.” She sighs and collects her wine glass. House takes a seat next to her and grabs the remote from her fingers. She doesn’t have the heart to kick him out so they sit there for awhile.
House pulls something from his jacket and throws it on her lap. Cameron looks down and scoops the small package into her hands. She makes quick work of the wrapping paper and finds a red iPod nano.
“You said you dropped yours.” He murmurs. The fact that it’s red sends her over the edge. Cameron puts it over to the side and drives her knees to her chest to still her trembling limbs. A warm hand comes to rest on her knee as he pushes one leg down and grips the inside of her thigh.
“Happy Valentines Day.” He whispers in a rough voice. It takes a great deal of self constraint to not launch herself into his arms. She smiles and presses her mouth to his, a swirl of half baked brownies and the soft fleshiness of the merlot rests on her tongue. They kiss greedily for a few minutes just enjoying the closeness of each other.
“Thank you.” She sighs into his mouth and runs a hand through his unkept hair.
Justin had nothing on House.
Title: You Got Nothing On Me
Rating:R
Pairing: House/Cameron
Warnings:Some language.
Disclaimer: Don't own House, M.D.
Summary: Valentine's Day is not a true holiday.
Belated V-day fic. I don't know where I found the muse to finish it especially after DS's crushing words.
She secretly adores Valentine's Day. Always, has for as long as she remembers.
In the second grade Justin Pepe gave her a misshaped heart with smudgy chocolate fingerprints, runny glue, and pink glitter. Cameron stuffed it under her pillow and pressed a kiss to it every night for a week. Her mother quickly confiscated the card after finding the mess it left on the bed.
She was more careful with her cards after that.
High school Valentines dances were filled with ducking into the girl’s stalls with their pilfered bottles of peach schnapps and taking intermittent swigs with her friends.
Cameron never really enjoyed the unexperienced wandering hands of the cocky teenage boys, gyrating against her bony hips and awkwardly grabbing the soft underside of her legs.
Then in college there was her husband. Emergency scheduled surgeries, catheters, constant vomiting, and his impending death was hardly any grounds for romance. They spent their time focusing on more important things.
In general, she’s never had a truly singular Valentine other than Justin. Unknowingly the eight year old set the mold for Cameron, dictating the level of consideration one should have.
She hopes for a change this year, not for an overtly romantic gesture but a present day equivalent of that messy hand crafted card, sculpted from child safe scissors.
Change is unlikely to come.
House swirls his cane as he moves to the coffee pot. He whistles a pristine tune pouring the lukewarm French roast into a mug. The gurgling sounds of the dark liquid hitting the bottom of the mug fills the room, cloaking the silence.
An arched eyebrow marks his face when he lifts the cup. He peers at her over the lip and takes a gulp. The cup lowers and he looks around the office with subtly.
Chase and Foreman have gone to the cafeteria for lunch.
She looks up from her laptop and readjusts her glasses then looks back at the screen. If he has something to ask he should do it. He does.
“Wanna get lunch?” It’s simple and to the point.
Now she’s in his car straddling his lap as she fumbles with his buckle. His urgent hands rest on her thighs and he squeezes them.
Her mouth is on his, their kisses are wet and sloppy as she grinds sweetly against him abandoning his buckle and wrapping her arms around his neck.
House obliges and pulls her closer, away from the steering wheel and up to his chest. Hands drift back to her thighs and he grins against her mouth. Squeezing gently, the rough callused palms scratching her thigh highs.
“Glad you wore a skirt today.” He mumbles this into her mouth and unwraps her hands from his neck and guides a hand to his crotch. Their hands start a slow stroke as he leaves her to it.
Cameron watches his eyes close and his lips part, focusing on the undulating movements of her hand. She pulls away instead and leans back.
Golden brown curls pressed between the wheel and her back. Her arms are crossed and she waits for him to open his eyes.
“What?” He says. Hair askew and pants opened, he looked purely roguish.
Her lips part to begin her question but he silences her with an annoyed look.
“Don’t say what I think you’re going to say.” His fingers drum a beat against her thighs as she sits in his lap. A few more seconds pass and she lifts herself from him and settles back into the passenger side.
A quick flick of his wrist and the engine comes to life as he groans and pulls out of the parking lot. They spend the rest of the day in silence. No cases to pass the time Cameron packs her things and slips out of the office unnoticed.
After a quick soak in the tub, she gathers the still damp locks of hair and twirls them into a limp twist on the top of her head. She pulls an old oxford shirt she stole from House and a fresh pair of cheeky Valentine panties she purchased on a whim at Victoria’s Secret.
This year was no exception. No flowers, no candy, no cards dusted with glitter and tacky glue.
She finds solace in a pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a bottle of merlot.
Every love story known to mankind is currently playing on every station. There’s no way to escape the Hallmark consumer driven holiday.
A knock on the door pulls her from the television and she stands to answer it.
Of course it’s House on the other end, leaning heavily on his cane. He gives her a quick nod and looks into the apartment. She takes a step back and lets him in.
Suddenly Cameron wishes she was wearing more clothing,
He takes note of this and raises his cane to her attire. “That my shirt?” He asks with a jab at the air. Cameron rolls her eyes, rounds the couch and takes her seat.
“What do you want?”
“I’ve come for my shirt.”
“You just found out I had it. If you’re here for a booty call forget it.” She sighs and collects her wine glass. House takes a seat next to her and grabs the remote from her fingers. She doesn’t have the heart to kick him out so they sit there for awhile.
House pulls something from his jacket and throws it on her lap. Cameron looks down and scoops the small package into her hands. She makes quick work of the wrapping paper and finds a red iPod nano.
“You said you dropped yours.” He murmurs. The fact that it’s red sends her over the edge. Cameron puts it over to the side and drives her knees to her chest to still her trembling limbs. A warm hand comes to rest on her knee as he pushes one leg down and grips the inside of her thigh.
“Happy Valentines Day.” He whispers in a rough voice. It takes a great deal of self constraint to not launch herself into his arms. She smiles and presses her mouth to his, a swirl of half baked brownies and the soft fleshiness of the merlot rests on her tongue. They kiss greedily for a few minutes just enjoying the closeness of each other.
“Thank you.” She sighs into his mouth and runs a hand through his unkept hair.
Justin had nothing on House.