Simple Solution

Hello everyone of this world. I am a long time reader, first time writer of House fiction and just felt like giving it a go. Please let me know what you think.

Like they could on any other day, the three diagnostic fellows and their cantankerous boss were to be found seated at their usual places in their glass walled office discussing yet another seemingly perplexing array of symptoms belonging to their present luckless patient.

But for young Dr Cameron this did not feel like any ordinary day. This day felt like it might be the day she reached her breaking point. Their patient, while clearly ill, was by no means at deaths door so their diagnostic discussions had not yet reached that intense level where there was no time to converse about anything else. It was a more relaxed dialogue which was part of her problem for it gave her time to muse upon other things.

House was standing, as was his way, by their good friend the whiteboard nonchalantly twirling his cane between his fingers and it was on this action, and not on the patient, where Cameron's mind was presently focused. She couldn't take her eyes off of his hands. The nimble way his skilful fingers managed to elegantly and effortlessly keep his cane in constant, fluid motion. No jerks or moments of near faltering. But plain and simple perfection. His hands were the subject of her current musing. Imagining all the things those hands could do to her. The things those hands could make her feel. The places she wanted those long, capable fingers to explore on her body. Which lead, naturally, to imagining the places she would like to explore with her hands on him. The things she'd like to do with her mouth. And, as one mesmerised she kept watching as the cane continued to spin and twirl and she felt the familiar throbbing ache inside her which she always experienced when within this kind of close proximity to House.

It was getting worse though. She had always liked him. He feelings for him were widely known of and as far as she knew everyone brushed them off as a mere girlish crush. Cute and to be expected. What they didn't know. What even House probably didn't know was that as well as having those caring feelings for him she was also extremely attracted to him. He thought she just wanted to look after him like a sick puppy, or try to fix him. She didn't want either of those things. She just wanted him. To her logic, which as far as she could tell was faultless, if by some odd combination of circumstances he did wind up being 'fixed' he would no longer be himself and then she wouldn't want him anyway. So why would she want to be the one to deprive herself of the one thing she wanted most? And it was him that she wanted. No erase that. She didn't want him, she wasn't just attracted to him. It had gone beyond that. She needed him.

She needed his touch, needed to feel those fingers curl in her hair, grab at her hips in pleasure, pull at her clothes. She needed his lips, surrounded by harsh and bristly stubble, which she imagined would be an erotic enough sensation in itself, all over her body. It had become such an intense need, such a longing building up its pressure from deep down inside her that she wasn't sure how much more of it she could take without release. She either needed to be allowed to actually experience these things or she had to leave. She could no longer take the tension.

Her eyes were glazed over and her imagination was in overdrive. She had long since stopped staring at the cane's cyclic movements choosing instead to merely stare blankly at allow her mind to wander to the dimly lit office next door, the blinds drawn, House seated on his chair his pants undone, her kneeling before him…

It had been a mistake to stop tracking the cane's movements. For if she hadn't then she would have noticed that it had now in fact stopped spinning and it wasn't until it was slammed down, mere inches from her fingers on the table in front of her, that Cameron even became aware that the world had indeed been continuing all the while she had been fantasizing.

"Cameron"

She blinked a few times, tyring to clear her head. It was hard work trying to live simultaneously within fantasy and reality. Particularly when both scenarios often contain most of the same locations.

She looked up at House. He was annoyed, she could tell. She'd clearly been unresponsive for quite a substantial amount of time because both Foreman and Chase were looking at her rather oddly as well.

"Are you done daydreaming?" House asked. "Because I just thought if you were maybe you could actually start doing your job. I know I hired you as lobby art and you do look mighty pretty sitting there with your eyes all shimmered over. But I was also under the impression that I was getting a trained doctor as well as a statue in the bargain."

Cameron was more than a little annoyed herself now. It was his fault she couldn't focus. His fault that every time she saw him she became weak kneed and flustered.

She though back to all those times he had made sexually provocative statements directed at her. Like when she had merely been trying to suggest that their burns victim patient might have neurosyphilis. Sure she had gone about it the wrong way perhaps. Asking "What about sex?" instead of the perhaps more appropriate - "What about neurosyphilis?" However she was still entirely sure her comment had not warrented House's tirade of "Well, it might get complicated. We work together. I am older, certainly, but maybe you like that."

If only she'd been forward enough to come up with something witty and equally suggestive. But she'd been merely flabbergasted at the time. Unable to believe how very right he was even if he himself was only kidding. His follow up line of "Nice cover" joined by a joking wink after she had embarrassedly tried to explain herself couldn't really have been closer to the truth.

If only she could have what she wanted, needed from him then maybe she would be able to actually focus on the job she was paid to do. She couldn't actually understand the objections on his part. He'd admitted he thought she was pretty, so surely that meant he was attracted to her. Essentially House was a bastard so she couldn't imagine that it was fear of getting her hopes up with regards to her feelings for him that was standing in the way. It must just be the fact that she had never proposed herself to him in this way before. Every time she'd approached him she'd wanted more. A date, an admission of reciprocation of her feelings. She was beginning to accept that she couldn't have those things. But surely, surely if she asked him outright if they could engage in some no strings attached, adult style fun he wouldn't be adverse to the situation. Not if she made it clear that it wasn't a trick to make him fall in love, that it would just be sex.

She needed to ask him. She needed him to say yes. She couldn't concentrate. She had to have him soon. Now. Tonight. Her job depended on it

Foreman and Chase were leaving the room, off to run whatever tests they'd just decided were necessary and appropriate while Cameron had been daydreaming. House was limping back into his office. She had to ask him now. Before she lost her nerve.

She followed him into his office and watched him lower himself into his chair. She was blushing slightly remembering her thoughts on this exact situation mere moments ago. It was a very becoming blush and House was momentarily taken aback by just how beautiful she looked standing in his doorway, looking slightly nervous but with an air of resolve and just a touch of confidence about her.

"House, can I ask you something?"