A/N- A new fic to start the new year! This fic is a bit of a fluffy/romance tale of House and Cameron and their love. The lyrics at the start of each chapter, are just some lyrics that I think sum up the House/Cam relationship perfectly. It might be a little OOC at times and it's definitely going to get a little fluffy and perhaps smutty? That's why its rated M! Reviews are welcome as I love to hear from readers. It's good for my ego! Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own House MD. I have never owned House and I never will. I think it's best to leave all that writing to the professionals. Thanks for letting me borrow them though! :-)
Chapter One – Ghost-Like Touches
I can be your hero baby
I can kiss away the pain
I will stand by you forever
You can take my breath away.
- Enrique Iglesias
Their patient is on the verge of death. He's just 17 with un-explainable bleeding, bruises all over his chest and he can't feel his feet. They have no diagnosis, and Cameron knows she should be listening to what House is saying, but she's not. She knows she should be. She knows she should be scanning her brain for diseases or at least paying attention but all she can think about right now, is un-dressing her boss with her eyes.
For some reason, House is looking extremely sexy today. Maybe it's because his hair is a little more ruffled or his stubble is a little shorter, but Cameron is pretty sure it's down to his soft blue cotton shirt that has a few buttons open and is making his gorgeous eyes light up in shades of blue that can't be described in words. It may also have something to do with the way his jeans are clinging to his backside for dear life. Every time he turns to the whiteboard, she can't help but flick her eyes towards his ass and admire the way his jeans hug it. She's never seen jeans look so good on anyone else.
His mouth is moving, but she can't hear any words. All she's thinking about is the way his lips would move against hers, the way his beautiful hands would caress her, the way his skin would feel against hers. She knows she shouldn't be thinking about him like this, especially not during a differential, but she can't help it. She finds everything about him sexy.
Granted, he's an arrogant ass who pushes people out of his life and thinks he's right all the time, even though most of the time he is. He's rude, abrasive and annoying. He doesn't like people and doesn't seem to care about the patients at all. But he's brilliant. His mind works at 100 miles per hour and he sees things that no-one else does. He knows how human beings work and what makes them tick, making him the best damn doctor that the country has ever seen. He's rugged and sexy with a sarcastic sense of humour and incredible wit. He doesn't care what people think of him and he's more amazing than he thinks he is. He doesn't think he's good enough for anyone and he's not worth anyone's trouble. He finds being miserable the easy way out, and Cameron feels his pain every day. She just wants to hold him in her arms and tell her that she'll be there for him.
Cameron knows he's amazing. In fact, she's probably the only one who does, and she knows that deep down, a part of her will always love him. Always.
House's voice interrupts her immoral thoughts about him and she quickly re-dresses him with her eyes, hoping he won't notice. He did. He can see what she's thinking and part of him is aroused by it. She was fucking him with her eyes and he loved it.
"Earth to Cameron?" he yelled, waving his hands in front of her.
"What?" she said, shaking her head "Sorry, I was just…nothing."
She got up quickly and made her way to the coffee machine, praying that the warm liquid would shake her up a little. House followed her with his eyes, aware of what she was trying to do. She needed a distraction: a distraction from her thoughts; a distraction from him. He smirked slightly; quite entertained by watching the effect he had on her.
"Foreman, go schedule an MRI, Chase, go…do something that's not in here." said House, not taking his eyes from Cameron's back. Foreman raised an eyebrow, noticing the look his boss was giving the young immunologist, but he just shrugged and followed Chase out the room.
Cameron stirred her coffee for the millionth time, aware that it was now just the two of them.
"Are you sick?" he asked, slowly moving towards her.
"No!" said Cameron, still refusing to turn around. She could feel him coming closer.
"Is someone in your family dying?"
"Not that I know of,"
He paused. "Are you leaving?"
Cameron turned around quickly, silently surprised by the hint of worry in his voice.
"Of course not," she said, only now realising how close he was. God, he's sexy.
"Why do you ask?" she managed to choke out.
House eyed her before speaking. "You seem…distracted. Like your mind is somewhere else. That's not like you. Something's wrong."
"Nothing's wrong," said Cameron quickly, turning round to stir her coffee again, knowing that her eyes would give away the fact she was lying.
House smirked before shuffling a little closer to her. He braced his arms on the counter on either side of her, trapping her in between his body. She gasped at his sudden movement and tensed a little. She could feel his chest against her back and his warm breath on her neck. She closed her eyes, and her breath hitched.
"I think you're lying," he whispered huskily in her ear.
His voice in her ear was making her knees go weak and she clutched at her coffee mug desperately, stopping herself from turning to mush. She moaned silently and bit her lip, already feeling her panties becoming wet. God, he smelled so good. That faint after-shave he wore was to die for.
"I think you're distracted…by me," he said, emphasising the last word. His voice was still low and gravelly, sending shivers up her spine. "Am I right?"
"Maybe…" she breathed "Why does it matter?"
"Because…" he lowered his head slightly and rubbed his nose against the back of her ear. He oh-so-softly kissed along the delicate skin there, causing Cameron's breath to become shallow. She melted against him, relaxing slightly as she tipped her head to the side a little to give him better access.
What is he doing? Why is he doing this?
Then House spoke again, finishing his sentence and interrupting her thoughts for the second time.
"I like being a distraction."
He placed hot, open mouthed kisses along her neck, and Cameron had to pinch herself slightly just to make sure she wasn't still day-dreaming. Nope, this is real. His 2-day old scruff was tickling the nape of her neck, and Cameron decided that she loved the new sensation.
He's just messing with your head, Allison. She tried to tell herself this, but all her thoughts were washed away when House's lips touched her skin again. She needed to try and re-gain some sort of control, even if she didn't want him to stop
"House…," she said quietly. "Someone could come in."
"Don't care," he said simply, his breath heating her neck.
Cameron's breath hitched again as he nudged her ear with his nose again, the smooth skin on her earlobe now his focus as he kissed it lightly.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, her breathing still uneven.
If he was honest, he wasn't quite sure what he was doing or why he was doing it. His head was telling him that this was wrong. She was nearly 20 years his younger. She was beautiful, intelligent and caring, and she was his employee. His heart was telling him that this is what he wants. He wants her, and after seeing the look in her eyes when he knew she was mentally stripping him naked, House was more turned on than ever and he just had to touch her. He needed to at least show her that he knew what was going on in her head, as it went on in his everyday. There wasn't a day that passed when House hadn't tried to get a look at her ass as she bent over, or closed his eyes and imagined how her skin would feel next to his or what it would feel like to be inside her, what it would feel like hearing her scream his name, or how it would feel to pleasure her, satisfy her. Aside from sex, he wanted to know how it felt to wake up next to her in the morning or hold her close when they watched TV. The tiny speck of him that contained an amount of softness was trying to break out. He could feel it in his bones.
He couldn't say what he felt for her in words. He didn't know how to describe his feelings. He didn't know if he wanted to. There were many words floating around that seemed to fit, but the right one? He just wasn't sure.
Since Stacy, House had always found it difficult to let his feelings for women show. He found many attractive. Cuddy, for example: he'd always found her attractive in a weird way and he was constantly making remarks about her breasts, but he didn't think about her like he did Cameron. Something inside him was telling him that this was right. That it would be alright just to show her that he wanted her. Part of him of screaming at him to stop because once he was in too deep, he wouldn't be able to get out. He wouldn't want to get out. His heart would stick to hers like glue, and he was just worried that one day, he might start picking at the bond un-intentionally and weaken it. He might say the wrong thing or say nothing at all, and just like that the glue could peel away and he would face being alone again. He didn't want that. He didn't want that at all, but for some reason, the part of him that knew the risk was worth it, was winning.
House didn't answer her question. Mostly because he didn't know what the answer was. He didn't want to declare his feelings for her right then and there, so he thought it would be better to say nothing at all. House's hands moved briefly from the counter top and curled around Cameron's stomach, his hands touching her lightly. So light she could only just feel it. His kisses matched his touch as his mouth left ghost-like kisses on her neck. Suddenly, he moved his hands away and brushed past her intimately to reach a red sucker from a pot of the side. He pulled it out and then moved away from her.
Cameron let out a shaky breath she had been holding for a while when she felt the warmth from behind her leave. Her mouth was still gaping, not sure what to make of the situation. She turned around and watched House limp towards his office. He looked over his shoulder and gave her a very small rare smile.
Well, that was confusing, she thought. She casually stroked her fingers across her neck where he's left his kisses. They had burned into her skin and she needed more. More of his kisses; more of him.
She turned around again and watched him flick through his old vinyl records with the tiniest smile on his face. Cameron smiled and then turned back to her coffee, which surprisingly, was now stone cold.