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Feb. 7th, 2007 | 04:39 pm
posted by: andrealyn in santahouse_md

For voleuse.

Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song--
you go ahead, let your hair down.

Cameron/Chase.



The very best places to drink always smelled like cigarette smoke. It was a good night for Cameron when she went home with alcohol on her lips, cigarette smoke in her hair, and Chase's cologne on her clothes.

Which wasn't to say she fucked him-- she hadn't, not since the great AIDS and meth scare of '05. Three years later, and they went out for drinks together, danced together, and she usually ended her Saturday nights pooled on his shoulder, listening to faint music in a taxi. No kissing, no sex, no romance. It was an unspoken arrangement that functioned mostly on the silent (and slightly co-dependent, as House had gleefully pointed out one day) agreement that it was better have a safe half-relationship than deal with the trouble of actually dating.

His hand in the small of her back when the men stared, her fingers brushing back his hair after some woman would send a drink over-- and Chase usually let her keep the drink. It worked, and it worked for a long time. Yeah, as the months wore on, there was that growing tug, the tightening coil in her stomach that was trying to warn her that this was going to be more than a distraction someday.

She knew how it would happen.

They'd dance too close some night, and one of them would slip, or both of them would slip, and they would be kissing, making out on some crappy dance floor with his hands in the back pockets of her jeans. The taxi would come too fast and they'd argue about where to go and eventually wind up at his place because it was somehow making things even.

And on Monday, House would see it on their faces and make it his cannon fodder for the week, until Wilson got a new girlfriend or Cuddy was ovulating again.

Some people might have said this was a little bit like fantasizing.

Cameron disagreed. It was foresight. It was a diagnosis of her social life, except for the scrawling of all these things on the damned whiteboard.

Later, she would decide that it was conjuring up the whiteboard and putting it into her thoughts that threw the wrench in things. Even in metaphor, House and his collector's set of objects that represented his eccentricity worked to make things as difficult as possible.

The night she finally slipped up with Chase wasn't a slip-up at all. They were at a bar with the blues playing, and when he asked her to dance, she almost said no. She could see intent in his eyes, a familiar sharpening and spark the indicated a Great Idea.

"Allison," he said against the curve of her ear, voice raspy and nervous. "I can't do this anymore. I asked you out last year and we're dating but not really dating-- except we are and--"

"I know," she said, turning her back to him, and leaning against his chest as she swayed her hips. "Maybe this is all I want, Chase."

And then his fingers were wrapped around her wrists, tightening. "Tell you what. Take me back to your place tonight. Give it a shot and if it's not good, we go back to before."

Cameron turned her face up to him, just a little. "You don't really want that," she said suspiciously.

"I'm willing to risk your no if you're willing to risk your yes."

She fell into bed with him a second time and there wasn't any urgency. It was slow and easy, like a down-tempo grind on the dancefloor. Alcohol on their breath and cigarette smoke in their hair and his cologne and her sweat all over her sheets.

Half-laying on his chest, Cameron said, "We're going to need to shower and change the sheets." His hands were in her hair, and she wanted to know what that would feel like under the spray of hot water.

"So I can stay?"

She was caught off-guard by sudden vulnerability in his eyes, knew it was in hers too. Quickly, she wrapped one of the sheets around herself and went to her stereo-- pressed play to hear the blues. She went back, and settled the matter with her mouth.

He tasted too good to let go.

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seven minute dance party

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from: voleuse
date: Feb. 14th, 2007 06:54 pm (UTC)
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I am deeply in love with this fic. Yay! Thank you!

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Roga

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from: roga
date: Mar. 12th, 2007 01:50 pm (UTC)
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--- I love this so much. Beautiful.

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dani_po

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from: dani_po
date: Apr. 10th, 2007 04:09 pm (UTC)
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Absolutely loved it!

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