It was either the obnoxiously bright sun shining directly into his face or the excruciating pain emanating from his leg that jolted him from his peaceful slumber. Well, as peaceful as it can get when you can't sleep on your right side or that his dreams were incredibly trippy. Alcohol-induced, no doubt. Probably brought on by some alone time with his piano and his friend, Captain Morgan. He really had to stop doing that.
His hangover was making his skull pound and the searing ache in his quads, and as he reached for the Vicodin, House made yet another empty promise to himself to quit indulging in drink when he was depressed.
The man collapsed back into the mattress and buried himself under the thick comforter. He would have fallen back asleep if it hadn't been for a naked leg brushing against his foot or a muffled groan coming from beside him.
Well.
That was different.
It wasn't that House had never woken up with a naked woman beside him before. He may have been a lonely, bitter misanthrope but even he was enough of an average man to have urges. It's just that…well, none of the women had ever looked quite so much like Cameron before. Or smelled just like her.
Or smiled just like her.
Shit.
House's blue eyes widened in surprise. This was not good.
"Hey," the younger doctor whispered, poking House in the rib.
"Don't do that," he snapped. "You break it, you bought it."
Cameron's grin grew wider and leaned in even closer, bringing her full lips to his ear. "I do believe, Sir Doctor, that I already own it." Each word was punctuated by a tiny kiss, from his temple down to his stubble-covered chin.
Goddamn…House's eyes rolled to the back of his head as Cameron's hand roamed across his chest and around his stomach. Based on the way she knew exactly where to touch him, House guess she was a great lay.
He almost wished he could remember it.
The sound of the automatic coffee brewer kicking in brought House back to his senses. He jumped away from her touch – as well as a crippled person could jump – and snatched wildly for his cane. Cameron frowned, confused.
Hobbling as fast as he could to the bathroom, House realized dejectedly that this could only end in disaster. And possibly Wilson laughing at him.
Double shit.