A/N: So yeah! This story probably won't lead anywhere. Not sure how long it will be. There will be some smutty parts to it. First story, so go easy on me. )

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own House or any of the characters. FOX is selfish in that matter. Oh yeah, I don't own Cardio Care either. That's real company.

House was doing what he always does in the afternoon after a day at work. Sit in his apartment and enjoy a nice drink. Tonight, it was a broad variety of liquor and whiskey's. He wasn't in the mood for something specific.

For once is leg wasn't aching and demanding his attention. It still had a dull ache that was there all the time, but, he could ignore it when he wasn't moving. His couch was comforting to it as he simply gazed at the TV, not really paying attention to what was scrolling across the screen on the news station.

As his eyelids started to feel heavy and droop, then phone rang. He ignored it, knowing it wouldn't be important. They hadn't had a patient that day, and their previous case was doing fine. His doctor smarts were not needed. He continued to fall asleep and go into a slumber of remembering the day earlier…

They were seated in their typical places, discussing something about a patient of theirs who seemed to be suffering some sort of heart problem.

"Its pacemaker syndrome, I'm telling you. Get Cardio Care on the phone and do a scan of his pacemaker." House said, shooing them with his hands. Foreman stood up to do so, and Chase followed. Cameron stayed in her seat, a slight frown on her face.

"Why are you so convinced?" She asked bluntly, still frowning.

"I know these things, Cameron. He's had his pacemaker about 5 years, correct?" She nodded, and he nodded in return "It's about time for it to act up, and if he's not taking his meds as well. Just because he's our patient doesn't mean he has to have an actual disease. We thought it was, but, figured it's something this simple. Now shush, I'm older and have brains, you don't."

"Fine!" The brunette snapped quickly, and then looked at him for a moment, admiring his features. Sighing, small smiles light her lips. "Let's try another date, House." She said quickly, hoping that their differences would be set aside.

"Let's skip the date and just have sex." House joked, still looking around aimlessly as if to find something interesting.

"Okay. What time do you want me at your place? How about seven? That sounds good!" Cameron asked, smiling more this time. The doctor stood up and walked out of the conference room.

Houses mouth opened a little, looking at her with a brow raised. Was she serious? He shrugged it off. She couldn't have been.

House continued to remember this as he was slumbering off on his couch. Glancing at the clock, it was fifteen minutes after seven. For a moment a pang of guilt went through him, but at the same time, he felt a little bit relieved. Now he didn't have to face her in all her beauty. Or so he though.

The knock on the door was a little shocking and caused him to jump. Was she really at his doorway, waiting for entry?

"I'm too lazy. Doors open, come in." He called, hoping it was her, but also hoping to look over the couch to see his friend's ugly mop of brown hair named Wilson.

"I'm sorry I'm late... Our patient is actually fine." Cameron's voice called as he heard her shoes clip off and her purse drop to the floor as the door shut. She sounded extremely comfortable walking into his apartment. Cameron had been in it various times to talk to him when he wasn't at the hospital.

Suddenly she appeared, looking over the couch on his stretched out form. Dressed in a simple short sleeve shirt that cut lower into her cleavage then he had seen in awhile, and what appeared to be jeans. She looked confused as he gave her a look of puzzlement.

"I'm surprised you're here. You know, I'm not much of a one night stand person. I enjoy long walks on the beach and getting to know each other before we take the first step." House said sarcastically, sitting up to allow her room besides him.

"I figured I would come over, and what happens, well happens." Cameron looked him as she plopped down on the worn in but comfortable couch. As he gave her another puzzled look she quickly said "Hey, I'm feeling different than usual. Not so much like myself."

"Don't accuse me of giving you a date rape drug. You're doing this yourself, missy." House held up his hands in defense, intrigued by her attitude.

"What? You're not making me do something like this?" She said, placing her hand halfway from his crotch down his leg. For a moment House's eyes boggled out of his head and he felt his stomach flutter.

"Nope. Not making you do that… But I'm not going to stop you either." For a moment Cameron was sure she heard shyness in House's last words.

"So if I continue to do that… You won't stop me." Cameron's hand snaked up farther, noticing his jeans starting to strain in that area. She leaned forward, lingering from his lips, looking into his eyes which showed confusion. House's hand reached behind Cameron's neck and pulled her closer to him, kissing her in a slow, sensitive kiss. She started bear some weight on her arm, which thankfully was settled on his good thigh. Inching her hand higher, it rested right over the zipper on his jeans. House grunted with the contact.

This was different from any hooker he could ever hire. It was more serious. How much more he didn't know and wasn't worried about that right now. All he was worried about was pleasing Cameron and being pleased.

House's hand moved down her back, slipping under her shirt and rubbing the soft skin of her back. His nails scrapped along it in a soothing not painful manor. He felt goose bumps rise along her body and also a shiver. As he went to pull her shirt off, and they had to break their kissing, Cameron pulled back.

"Let's go to the bedroom."

A/N: Leaving you hanging, but, I want to know if it's worth continuing. PLLEEASSSEEE review!