House MD Fanfiction

Sleepover

Cameron/House, smut, 10,978 words
By: SpookshowBabyx

Chapter 1

"Girl Scout cookies!"

House bellows as he raps his cane insistently against the shabbily painted door. He supposes yelling at her through the thin wood is not the best way to begin his apology to Cameron, but decides he doesn't care, knowing full well that no matter how pissed she is at him- he himself can't entirely recall what he's supposed to have done- she's going to have to open the door at some time to avoid complaints from the neighbors.

Normally he wouldn't go out of his way to apologize to the young brunette at all- or, in fact, to any of his bemusing fellows- and Cameron's chosen way of dealing with his bullying is more often than not to just avoid him; a coping mechanism he's entirely in favor of. It's not the sweet young doctor's feelings he's here to patch up and kiss better, but rather, he is banking on being able to offload the departmental presentation- sprung rudely upon him by Cuddy- onto her.

"Let me in, little girl, or I'll huff, and I'll puff and I'll- well good evening, Dr Cameron!"

"Is it?"

She moves herself into the wedge of light created within the doorway, arms folded inhospitably across her chest. Despite her efforts to seem disinterestedly hostile, he can tell from the way her eyes flicker up towards his that she is deeply curious as to what he is doing at her apartment. She is still dressed in the same capped sleeved shirt and funny little waistcoat she'd been wearing that afternoon, and her thick hair is pulled back from her pale forehead by her glasses. He catches the faint aroma of putanesca sauce and vaguely wonders if it is homemade or shop bought. Knowing Cameron, he guesses it's homemade, but the idea of anyone bothering to create pasta sauce from scratch only to eat alone is just about too pitiful to consider.

Pitiful, but almost certainly true. In fact there are probably several containers of left-overs rapidly cooling in her freezer. 

Muy depressing. 

"-doing here?"

House snaps back to the present as her words infiltrate his thoughts.

"What?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd pop by."

"Uhuh..."

Her eyes narrow suspiciously, green boring into blue. He sighs and makes to move past her into the inviting glow of her living room, forgoing any further conversation as it will all eventually lead to the same conclusion. She will let him in. She's too polite not too.

"I need to talk to you."

His shoulder brushes hers as he slides past her and she instantly shies away from the contact as if scalded. House is too used to the brunette's bizarre mannerisms when in his presence to pay her reaction any mind, and simply limps into the pleasant warmth of her apartment. He takes a seat on her slightly threadbare sofa and instantly clocks the empty bottle of wine that rests on the coffee table beside a glass a sip away from the same fate.

Cameron eyes House warily as he goes about making himself at home, pushing her front door shut behind her with a hollow click. Her living room has just the one sofa and she is unsure what exactly to do with herself as he takes up a large portion of it. She is positive he is spreading himself out on purpose. Unwilling to make a wrong move and land herself on the receiving end of witty ridicule, she wanders into the kitchenette and pours herself a glass of water she doesn't actually want.

"Are you doing drinks? Mine's a bourbon on ice"

He watches her intently as he speaks, for the simple reason he knows it makes her squirm. She surprises him however, by disappearing behind her kitchen island to root around in the lefthand cupboard, quick to return with a bottle of blue label Jim Beam. He offers a curt nod of approval, unwilling to allow his face to convey his unlikely respect for her poison of choice. Pulling a squat tumbler from the cupboard above her sink- followed by a second after a moment's hesitation- she frees a couple of cubes from an obnoxiously blue ice tray into each and splashes them with a healthy dose of amber liquid. The ice crackles and hisses temptingly and House reaches forward to take a deep sip when she places it before him on the low coffee table.