AN: I DO NOT own House, M.D, the character's, or the actor's portraying them. All though, I'd love to have Hugh. That's a whole different thing in it's self. I hope you enjoy it. Comment's is love.

House sits alone in his apartment. Nursing a glass of Marker's Mark, sitting at his piano, alone in his apartment. His long nimble fingers find the white keys. F7+, F7, Bb, Bbm6, F D7, Gm C7, A7 D7, Gm C7.

You give your hand to me, and then you say, "Hello".

And I can hardly speak, my heart is beating so,

and anyone can tell, you think you know me well -

Well, you don't know me.

House has been playing the tune on his piano for the last half hour or so. He's always been a fan of the man known as, "The Genius", He sighed heavily, taking a drink of his whiskey, setting the glass back on the black baby grand. His fingers found the keys again, he begins singing once more. He'd been trying to get her off his mind. Her. Allison Cameron. The woman who's been capturing his dreams and thoughts since their kiss in his office, a mere three months ago.

No, you don't know the one.

Who dreams of you at night,

And longs to kiss your lips,

and longs to hold you tight.

Oh-oh, I'm just a friend,

that's all I've ever been -

'Cause you don't know me.

He didn't except it. His whole team was fooled into thinking he had cancer. Of course, he didn't. He didn't know what she was doing at first, as she inched closer to him. His eyes locked on her, he had known that she had feelings for him for sometime, although he wasn't sure why. He can still remember the feel of her lips, he was hesitant at first. Her tongue slid across his lips for access, his eyes rolled back in his head, as he granted her wish. The kiss was slow, and passionate. Sure she was trying to get his blood, but he knew she wanted it.

He sat up, grabbing his leather jacket, before limping out the front door. He needed to clear his head. His bike had been in the shop a week now. He walked down the left side of the street. The crunching sound of his sneakers on the snow covered sidewalks. He's only walked a few blocks when out of the corner of his eye, he see's her. Cameron. Her head his hung, she sits alone at a table for two. He walks in and walks straight to her table, ignoring a waiter along the way. Her eyes are closed, he see's a tear stream down her face. He shuffles and her eyes shoot open.

"House?" She looks around the restaurant. "What are you doing here?"

House sits down in the wood chair across from her. He points at the window behind him, using his thumb. Turning his body half way. Cameron uses the chance to wipe her tears away, which House see's. "I saw you through the window. Hot date?"

He looks her over, she's wearing a one-strap silk red dress, that doesn't quite make it to her knee's. He knows, that red is her color. He remember's the hospital benefit, over a year ago. She wore a strapless short dress then, red. She literally took his breath away, like she's doing now. Her hair is straightened, her lips a deeper red than her dress.

"No hot date. I-" She shakes her head.

His mouth drops a little. "Did you get stood up?"

"Don't worry about it House. I was just about to leave."

"Looking like that, it's the guy's loss." There they were. The words he meant to keep inside, but by her stunned expression, she heard him. He meant it, she was gorgeous. She was, in fact, his lovely piece of lobby art.

Cameron blushes. "Thanks House, but really, I should just head home."

"I could eat. We just happen to be in a restuarant, no need to waste that dress."

Her face turns blank. "Are you asking me out on a date?"

He doesn't move, it feels like his heart has stopped. "Without the date part." He finally murmur's. "I'm just thinking logically."

"That's new." She jokes.

He gives an awkward laugh. "Yeah, do should we order. I'll pay."

"Gregory House, paying for a meal. That's something I'd love to see."

"Good." He flashes another awkward smile her way, before waving a waiter over.

There dinner goes good, unlike the date they did share. No serious topic comes up, just light chit chat. By the end of their supper Cameron is very buzzed, and House is barely reaching his. House drives Cameron's car to her apartment.

Their still sitting in the non-heated car. Cameron talks first. "How are you going to get home?"

He looks at the heavily pouring snow fog the windows. "I can call a cab."

"It's coming down really hard, besides I think they stopped working about a hour ago." She responds looking at her wrist watch.

House turns off the car. "And Wilson's at a conference in Florida."

"Lucky him." She wraps her arms around her chest. "It's freezing." She slighting shivers.

"Get inside." He nods. "I can walk home."

"House, it's all the way across town. You can crash on my couch." She get out of the car before he can say a single syllable.

He locks her car and follows her into the elevator. The short ride is silent. He's mind is moving about a mile a minute. She slowly unlocks her door.

He walks in, closing the door behind him, silently. Turning the lock, until he hears a click.

"Coffee?" She asked taking of her red pea coat, walking into her kitchen.

"Sure." He pops a few long white pellets, taking a seat on the sofa.

After a few minutes, she comes back with two cups of coffee. She hands him his, and sites a cushion away from him. Curling her legs underneath herself, she sips at the steaming liquid.

"So..."

She rolls her eyes. "What?"

"Nothing." He takes a drink of coffee.

"So, couch."

"If your leg can't handle it. I can sleep out here and you can use my bed."

"I can't kick you out of your bed."

"If you think you can keep your hands to yourself, we can both crash in the bed."

"I'm an angel." House gave her a innocent look.

"You do know, I have met you, right?"

He smiles. "Yes. I'll behave, just now grabbing me in the middle of the night."

Cameron rolled her eyes once more. "Ok. I'm going to go get dressed."

In the middle of unzipping her dress, the zipper gets stuck. She calls his name from the bedroom. House walks in.

"Yes?"

"My damn zippers stuck, can you help?" She let out a small titter.

"Sure, you just wanted me to undress you." House limps to her, tossing his cane on her bed.

She sweeps her hair to one side, allowing him access to her back. He gets it unstuck, he slowly unzips the back of the dress, it falls to her hips.

"Oh, God." House thinks. "She's not wearing a bra."

Cameron's arms cover her bare chest, she looks over her right shoulder, the moonlight cascading off her, perfectly. She looks up at him. Suddenly, without thinking, House puts a hand on the small of her back, gliding it up her smooth vanilla skin. Cameron's lips part, but before words can be uttered, House's lips claim her's, in a slow kiss. She turns around, her bare chest get's pressed against his grey Grateful Dead tee. Her arms wrap around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss. He stumble to the bed, he gently lays her down.

"Cameron." He whisper's.

Her breath is heavy. "Shh House, don't ruin it. I know you want this. Just be quite." Cameron presses her lips hard against his.

With his help, she pulled his t-shirt over his head. Finding his mouth quickly afterwards. House ran his calloused hands down her body, slipping her dress off. Her already wet red lace panties were next. Tossed somewhere in the darkened room. She kissed his jawline making her way to his ear, as she unbuckled his belt. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them off his hips.

"House, I want you so bad." She purred into his ear.

He quickly hoped off the bed, taking off his jeans and briefs. Cameron grabbed a condom from one of the nightstand's. He put it on, and crawled back over her, he slowly pushed his ten inches inside of her. He stopped before he went further. Brushing a lock of hair from her face, he kissed her lips tenderly, down to her neck, to the valley of her petite, but perfect breasts. Kissed up to her ear.

"I'll take it slow." He whispered gently.

She just nodded in response. She imagined House as a big man, but never this big. And, surely, never this gentle. She didn't want to over think it. She just wanted to enjoy it. She softly bucked her hips against him, urging him to continue. He obliged. He couldn't believe that he started this night thinking about her. About how, he'd never be able to have her. Now here she was, in his arms, her gorgeous body, in front of him, ripe for his picking.

He took his time, exploring every beautiful inch of her. She did the same with him. She had always found him to be a very attractive man, and she was right, even in a shadowed room, he was beautiful. Glorious. Every kiss, was passionate and soft. Every movement slow and loving. House knew by doing this he was showing her a side of him, that he was always afraid to show woman. She knew this as well.

He knew that by being this tender it was letting his feelings show. Unbeknownst to anyone, but House, he did have feelings for her. In fact, he was in love with her. He knew that she loved him, she wasn't one to really hide her feelings. But him. That's what he did best, he didn't want to put himself out there and then be shot down. Even though everyone knew of her feelings, House didn't understand them. He was dumbfounded. How can a girl, a woman, like Cameron even find him attractive. Let alone great enough to fall in love with.

He had just hoped she wouldn't put two and two together. That his sweetness, was his way of showing how he felt. After a night of passion, she fell asleep in his arms. Both, afraid of what the morning would bring.

To Be Continued...