Campaspe (cs_whitewolf) wrote,

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nov 29: housefic: and nothing else matters [House/Chase]

And Nothing Else Matters;
Gregory House/Robert Chase;
U-Rated; 386words;

Arrogance is unbecoming, he says with a lilt of laughter to his voice and the touch of a smile at his lips as he watches you in amusement and hypocrisy, cane-hand curling tightly at his side as you watch him back- cheeks flushed with anger and the suppression of rage, your eyes are darkened fury as you hold his cane horizontally in your hands; the crack of splintering wood is like the whip-crack of thunder that sounds directly above the hospital, deafening ears and cowering the weak of spirit.

You are unbecoming, you reply with clenched teeth and the broken shards of his cane in your hand as you tilt your head upwards as if in vindication of the moment and the excusing of your actions; his smile does not falter as he limps a step and two closer and you drop you arms down instinctively, pieces of wood held loosely in your palms as he reaches out and pulls you close beside him, cane-hand curling into your collar and tightening there. His breath is warm upon your face, his stubble a scrape of a kiss against your cheek and you bite back the words that hesitate upon the tip of your tongue.

Don’t fight me so hard, he says when feeling the tremor that shivers through your body and you tense and then waver and then nod- a jerky shake of the head, but a nod none-the-less- and he smiles against your mouth and your jaw and your neck.

Good, he says bringing his other hand into play in ways that make your stomach tighten and your heartbeat quicken and the anger drain from you as swiftly as it came.

Yes, you reply because, despite it all, (in spite of everything), it is and always will be like this, and you’re damned already whether you do or you don’t and- and- even when it’s like this between you, so anger-inducing and frustrating, it’s still as good as it ever gets and you’d be lost (alone) without it. But you need him. And he needs you. Arrogance or not, it is the truth, and that is all that matters.

The broken pieces of his cane fall to the floor with a clattering you both pretend not to hear. You’re in his arms. And nothing else matters.

[ end. ]

[ written as part of Caspe-Wri-Mo ]

Tags: [&]: [m/m]: gregory house/robert chase, challenge: caspe-wri-mo, character: [hmd]: gregory house, character: [hmd]: robert chase, fanfic: house md, fic: rating: u, fic: wordcount: 100-500

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