Disclaimer: Don't own.
A/N: This is Cameron and Foreman with a little Chase mixed in. Usually I do House Chase slash… but I thought I'd spread my wings a little.
"Allison, come on! We're going to be late!" Foreman called through the bedroom door as he was standing on the outside of it changing his tie. He was stuck in the clinic for an extra two hours after work and was cutting it close as he came home to get ready for a dinner party Cameron and him were going to.
Cameron and Foreman have been going out for the last six months and living together for the past two. Sure, their relationship was moving along quick, but Foreman was head over heels in love with Cameron and Cameron was well…
"Suck it up Chase! It's only a three story drop and there's a big tree right there!" Cameron hissed franticly at Chase inside the bedroom as she yanked on her pantyhose. They had been sneaking around together for the last month. Cameron was happy with Foreman at first, but then she started to feel trapped and that's when her 'relationship' with Chase was picked up again.
"Yeah, only a three story drop, I'm not playing Tarzan in a three story tall tree. And look at it! It's so flimsy it could barely hold a cat let alone a grown man!" Chase whispered back fumbling with the buckle on his belt.
"God, this is all your fault," Cameron blamed Chase as she helped him with his belt.
"My-," Chase started off loudly then returned his voice to a soft but angry tone, "my fault? How so?"
"You were supposed to be watching the time," she scolded him; throwing him his shirt. She was already fully dressed. She did it in such great speed that it made Chase wonder where she picked up that skill.
"The clock was knocked off the nightstand! And it was you who wanted to do it here!"
Chase protested.
Foreman knocked on the door, "Allison? Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine Eric. I'll be two minutes I promise," Cameron replied with such calmness that, again, Chase began to wonder.
"That's it! Out… now," She demanded at Chase who was sitting on her and Foreman's bed tying his shoes laces.
"You said two minutes," Chase said finishing up his shoes and fixing Cameron with a smile. "You know what we could do in two minutes…?"
Cameron rolled her eyes. That was the thing she hated and loved about Chase all in one: he acted like he was a teenager constantly. That was something she didn't get with Foreman, that whacky sense of immature humor, but on the other hand Chase couldn't offer her the satiability she so desperately needed.
"Grow up," She sighed, cranking open the window. As great as Chase's sense of humor was this was so not the time. "Out," she barked.
"Alright, alright, I'm going," Chase said still snickering at his own joke. He sat on the ledge of the window and swung his legs over, looking back at Cameron, he raised his eye brows suggestively. "Can I have a good-luck kiss?"
She rolled her eyes once more, walked over to Chase and gave him a full on French before lightly pushing his back so he mock fell out of the window and grabbed a hold of the closet branch before safely swinging down. Cameron stayed and made sure Chase made it down okay before shutting the window.
"Okay, I'm ready," Cameron smiled at Foreman walking out of the bedroom completely ready to go; fresh coat of lipstick and all.