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Allison Cameron, M.D. [House, MD] (ripoffthebandge) wrote in mcanallys_pub,
@ 2008-03-24 19:53:00

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[character]: allison cameron, [character]: gregory house

Cameron's House
Cameron's at home, she's got dinner in the oven and she's swishing a duster around the top of the piano - wouldn't want it to get dirty. The duster may swish over a few other pieces of furniture around the place, but for now, just this.

To see her through the front window, she probably appears a bit dazed or like she's in a dreamland somewhere. She's thinking. Her mind wandering off to somewhere else, it should be back soon.

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	gotcanewillpoke 2008-03-30 08:10 am UTC (link)
	It's probably best not to ask where he's been, when Greg stumbles in the front door. He frowns at her hovering so close to his piano, but says nothing, and seems instead to be drinking in the sight of her. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-03-30 08:21 am UTC (link)
	The duster continues to idly swirl patterns in the tiny dirt particles on the smooth, polished wood. Cameron doesn't seem to hear Greg come in, either she's used to the sound of him coming through the door at strange times or she's so lost in thought she doesn't notice. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-03-30 08:23 am UTC (link)
	"Move away from the piano." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-03-30 08:38 am UTC (link)
	His voice startles her, the duster goes flying from her fingers and her hand clutches at her chest as she turns around to face the intruder. "Jesus Christ, House! You scared the hell out of me." If she still had the duster, she'd throw it at him now. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-03-30 07:44 pm UTC (link)
	"So in to your work you didn't hear the door? Or the cane?" The cane then thumped the floor for effect. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-03-30 07:52 pm UTC (link)
	She shakes her head and lowers herself to sit on the piano bench. "No. My mind was elsewhere. Off in dreamland. Waiting for the oven timer to sound." She waves a hand vaguely toward the kitchen and notices that he looks tired, though maybe that's the distance and she's tired and projecting. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-03-31 04:26 am UTC (link)
	"You didn't hear me come in, but you think you'd hear the oven timer?" He shook his head. "What're you cooking, anyway?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-03-31 04:43 am UTC (link)
	"The oven timer's loud and persistant." She blinks and looks across the room at him. "Nothing special. Just some chicken and vegetables." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-03-31 05:41 am UTC (link)
	"How long till it's ready?" He sniffed, trying to gauge the time with his nose. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-03-31 05:57 am UTC (link)
	"Not long." She sighs softly. "Are you taking me up on my offer?" She's not sure exactly where they ended up after their discussion. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-03-31 06:20 am UTC (link)
	"Do you want me to take you up on you offer?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-03-31 06:30 am UTC (link)
	Another sigh. "Could you please not do that?" She leans down to pick up the duster. "If I didn't want you here, I wouldn't have asked." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-03-31 07:17 am UTC (link)
	"Fine. I'll stay." He reached into the fridge for a beer. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-03-31 07:44 am UTC (link)
	"Don't let me inconvenience you." She's not really angry, just vaguely annoyed. His responses, reactions should surprise her and they don't, really, but she's tired. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-04-01 07:15 am UTC (link)
	"Just keep your hands off my piano." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-04-01 07:31 am UTC (link)
	She raises her hands, one still holding the duster, in compliance. "I'll let you get the dust off." Her feet are shifty, and when her hands are back at her sides, her fingers twitch. She wants to touch him, hold him, kiss him, but she doesn't want to look like the dutiful wife greeting him as he comes in the door. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-04-01 07:39 am UTC (link)
	He may have thought about kissing her, as well, but he was too stubborn to give in, right away. He moved toward the piano, and took the duster from her hand. He was mostly acting out for show, because he could, because he felt a need to establish his dominance. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ripoffthebandge
2008-04-01 07:49 am UTC (link)

She folds her arms over her chest, watching him. A sigh. She never thought she'd feel jealous of a piano. The way he touches it, pays attention to it. Part of her knows he's being an ass, being him, but part of her wants him to rush through the door, charge her and spin her around - figuratively, unless he's having a really good day.

Cameron stands, watching him.

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	gotcanewillpoke 2008-04-01 08:08 am UTC (link)
	"Your timer's going off," Greg flipped the duster a bit, using it to point toward the kitchen. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-04-01 08:18 am UTC (link)
	It's hard to not roll her eyes and sigh, but she manages. "Thanks." She heads into the kitchen, not sure how she missed the screeching of the timer. Dinner's fine. She sets it on top of the stove to cool down and settle. "You want wine or beer?" A pause. "Or something else?" She's hungry. She wants to eat. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-04-01 08:28 am UTC (link)
	"Beer." He played a couple notes on the piano, as if testing the pitch and tune. Reclosing the cover, and leaving the duster on top of the piano, he went to the kitchen. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-04-01 08:35 am UTC (link)
	She gets the beer, juice for herself. She's not in the mood for alcohol just now. A nod toward a cabinet, "Plates are in there, if you don't mind?" she asks while she portions off the dishes where they are. She'll scoop the chicken and veggies onto the plates when he brings them over. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-04-02 05:11 am UTC (link)
	He retrieves the plates with a grumble, and sets them on the counter, reaching instead for the beer. He's not in the mood to play Mr Domestic. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-04-02 05:16 am UTC (link)
	He's close enough now, voluntarily, she reaches to brush a hand along his arm. She leaves the spoon resting on the stove. "Are you going to kiss me?" It's not the domesticity she's looking for, it's the intimacy of touch. She knows he prefers to wall himself off, but he's wanting this too, so some of the effort should be his. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-04-02 05:18 am UTC (link)
	He looked down at her. Considered it. He could do it. He wanted to do it. But he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of doing it because she asked. He'd rather shock her, surprise her. Kissing her would have to be on his terms. "No." He answered after a moment of tension, then stepped away, raising his beer to his lips as he sat. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ripoffthebandge
2008-04-02 05:27 am UTC (link)

With a huff, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Not everything you do needs to have the intention of shocking the hell out of me." It's a fight to keep her hands still, they want to break free and fidget. "For once, shock me by just being human."

She wants to scream. To slam her head against the refrigerator. To open the door and howl at the sky at how frustrating he is.

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	gotcanewillpoke 2008-04-02 05:33 am UTC (link)
	He just looked up at her, feigning innocence. "I'm hungry." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-04-02 05:36 am UTC (link)
	"How is that my problem?" She scoops food onto a plate and holds it out. If he wants it, he'll at least have to stand up to reach it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-04-02 05:41 am UTC (link)
	"I don't put out on an empty stomach." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	ripoffthebandge 2008-04-02 05:45 am UTC (link)
	"I don't want you to fuck me in the kitchen, House." She hands over the plate. "And don't expect dessert." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gotcanewillpoke 2008-04-02 06:20 am UTC (link)
	"I know where you keep the ice cream." He gave her a dead pan look. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ripoffthebandge
2008-04-02 06:30 am UTC (link)

"Just eat, you pompous bastard."

The flatware was on the table, put there before he'd come in and she'd started dusting in the other room. Cameron stands at the stove a minute, head bowed, teeth propped in her lower lip, just breathing. She really shouldn't let him get to her, but sometimes, on those days when she needs little more than the brush of his hand or the feel of his mouth and he just won't give it, she has a harder time of it. Today's one of those days.

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	gotcanewillpoke 2008-04-02 06:57 am UTC (link)
	On the other hand, he was enjoying himself. He got a little thrill out of pissing her off, especially when she reacted to him, when he finally gave in and gave them both what they wanted. Childish, maybe, but that was how he behaved. For the moment, he simply ate, making obnoxious mmm-good sounds as he chewed. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ripoffthebandge
2008-04-02 07:16 am UTC (link)

"I'm not hungry." She slips from the kitchen and down the hall to the second bathroom - the one with the biggest tub she's ever seen in a house this size. It doesn't matter that she knows he's messing with her and waiting for it to piss her off; she's not in the mood for it, so she's detaching herself from it to keep from retreating into herself. She didn't like where she'd gone that day in the shower and doesn't want to do that again, so she tries to avoid it.

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	gotcanewillpoke 2008-04-02 08:24 pm UTC (link)
	Being able to maintain an air of indifference, Greg ate the chicken, before heading to the piano. Duster aside, he sat and started to play, the tune easily recogniseable as Johnny Cash's Hurt. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ripoffthebandge
2008-04-03 03:34 am UTC (link)

That bit about not being hungry was a lie, but she wouldn't tell him that. She needs the hot, steamy water and fluffy bubbles to relax, calm down and get her head back.

She strips off her clothes and stands before the mirror for a minute, looking at herself. She thinks she looks tired. She is tired. Lonely.

Turning from the mirror she steps in and sinks herself down in the tub, immediately feeling the stress melt away.

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