Disclaimer: Not mine, so I have to write fics instead!

This fic is for everyone who has been disappointed with the lack of (mild) smut in my other fics!

This is a quick one-shot that might turn into more if you guys like it. Basically what I would have done if I were in Cameron's shoes because, let's face it, there was no way getting a blood sample from House was going to be possible while he was conscious!

Please let me know what you think.

Did she dare?

She almost chickened out, but then she thought of the Nurse that was about to risk his career to steal a blood sample, and knew that she didn't have a choice.

Taking a deep breath, Allison Cameron pushed open the door to her boss' office.

He was seated at his desk, apparently fixing something that she didn't recognise. As soon as he saw her, he took off his glasses- a vanity on his part that had become second nature. She hardly ever saw him with his glasses on.

He asked about the patient's tests, but she barely heard him.

He cast her a watchful glance: "If you've come for my feelings, I left them in my other pants."

She shook her head as she handed him the letter of recommendation. "I'm applying for a job at Penn," she explained.

"Thank you for saving me the trouble of writing it," he spoke sarcastically, as he scrawled his name across the bottom of the page "I'm sure my thoughts are beautifully phrased."

"Thank you for signing it," she rejoined, "It saves me having to fake your signature." Not that she hadn't done it before.

House searched her face for something that wasn't there.

"Stay away from Wyce, he cries with his patients, holds their hands as they die; he won't like you," she looked surprised, so he elaborated, "Your new-found nonchalance in the face of cancer."

She broke then, and something of what she was feeling rose to the surface: "I thought you would find it appealing."

"Twenty seconds- not bad," he sounded faintly smug.

"For what?"

"The time it took you to go from hard-ass to human being," he was on his feet, "Do you really want to leave?"

"If you're not here, there's not much point in staying." She resisted the urge to finger the syringe in her pocket.

"I'm not dead yet."

Their eyes locked, and suddenly she was moving towards him.

"What are you doing?" Was it her imagination, or was there an under-current of fear in his voice?

She was right in front of him. There was barely an inch of space between them.

"Right, I get that this must be a real turn-on for you," he spoke disparagingly, but he ended on a gulp as her long fingers reached up to gently caress his face.

And then, suddenly, her lips were on his, gentle and malleable. For a moment, he didn't respond and then he thought 'what the hell'. His mouth opened up to hers and she seized the opportunity to slide her tongue inside. Her right hand ran through his hair while her left hand slid down his side. Without meaning to, he gripped her hips and pulled her closer.

Pressed up against her, he was leaning heavily on her, so when she pushed him backwards a few steps, he didn't fall over, he just clung on to her tighter. What was she doing? Then, in a second he knew. Without once lifting her lips from his, or letting go, she pushed him down onto his office chair. He drew back then, mindful of the glass walls of his office, and realising that the kiss was going a little further than intended.

He said her name: "Cameron-" Just once, and slightly hesitantly.

But she leaned forward to capture his lips again, as she climbed on top of him, taking care not to put any weight on his injured leg. She moved against him then, and he felt himself respond. He knew that somebody could walk in, but in that moment, he didn't care. God she was beautiful; her mouth, her tongue, the feel of her skin against his.

She shifted her body slightly, effectively trapping his left arm between her side and the arm of the chair. Her left elbow prevented him from lifting his right arm. But he didn't notice, sliding it instead under her lab-coat and tracing patterns on the soft flesh of her lower back with his slender fingers.

She slipped her right hand into her coat pocket and drew out the filled syringe. Hesitating only for a second, she plunged it into his neck, ruthlessly pushing in the liquid even as he jolted in pain.

"Cameron." His voice was cracked with confusion.

"Shh," she leaned in to cover his lips with hers again, "shh," she murmured between kisses.

He felt weak.

His head was starting to spin, and he clung to Cameron like a dying man as she filled his senses, and dragged him deeper and deeper into the darkness.

In a few seconds, the sedative had taken effect and he was completely unconscious.

Allison gently settled his head back against the chair and climbed off him. She smoothed her hair that his eager fingers had mussed and tried to get her breath back. She'd planned to kiss him to distract him, but she hadn't planned on that.

Feeling slightly more composed, she picked up her cell phone and dialled Foreman's number. She intended to tell him and Chase that they could now get as many tests as they wanted- House was all theirs.

Her fingers involuntarily touched her lips; they still burned from his touch.

She glanced at the now sleeping House. He looked incredibly peaceful. She felt a sudden pang of guilt for the trick she had pulled on him. In her defence, she had never really expected him to respond.

"Hello."

Foreman's voice recalled her from her musings.

"Foreman, it's Cameron. Could you and Chase get a gurney up to House's office ASAP? He's unconscious. I thought it might be a good time to run some tests."

"What happened?" There was alarm in his voice.

"I injected him with a sedative," she replied blandly, before hanging up.

She decided right then that her method was probably something best kept to herself.

AN: How was that?? I might post more if you guys like it. Please let me know!