A/N: I wrote this in about 20 minutes so don't expect much.

Disclaimer: I don't own House or Cameron. If I did, they'd be christening every corner in House's office on a daily basis.

Shot Down!

The clock radio clicked on, Jon Bon Jovi's Blaze of Glory was in the middle of the song. "Shot down, in a blaze of glory..."

Cameron was horny. But then, she usually was first thing in the morning. Even more so when she was ovulating.

She opened one eye and saw that House was sound asleep next to her, but he stirred when she rolled over onto her side to face him. It was still pretty early, and even though she was tired, House was looking like a prime rib steak to her. She took in a deep breath, inhaling his unique manly scent that he gave off when he slept.

Reaching out, she touched his hand and then stroked his slightly greying hair. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. It was actually making her drowsy again so she closed her eyes and drifted off once more, letting the rest of the song lull her to sleep.

When she awoke later, House had already gotten up and she could hear the TV on in the living room. His leg must have been bothering him. He usually didn't get up early for any other reason. The clock said it was 10:30a.m. It was Sunday. Which basically meant she was a football widow. She didn't really mind that. Sometimes she would watch the games with him if she didn't have anything else to do.

But she had bigger fish to fry. She was horny, and taking matters into her own hands just wasn't an option at this point. She was too far gone for that kind of attention. She needed to feel his mouth against hers, his tongue on her skin and his weight on her as he fucked her senseless, bringing her to one mind-blowing orgasm after another.

Just the thought of that alone made her wet and she got up, brushed her teeth and padded down the hall, standing in the entry of the living room.

"You're up early," she remarked, leaning against the wall so her nightie rose up a little higher, just barely covering her panties.

"I was hungry," he simply replied as he continued to watch the game on TV.

"I am too. But not for food."

House glanced at her, an eyebrow raised, and she smiled coyly at him, nudging her head towards the bedroom, as if to say, "so come on, big boy."

"Game's on," he said, like she was insane for even suggesting such a thing.

Cameron frowned. He did not just say that. Did he?

"Seriously? You'd rather watch football than come back to bed?"

"It's the championship game. Whoever wins this goes on to play in the Superbowl."

"Yeah, and I can guarantee that you're going to score more points with me by coming back to bed than the Bears ever will."

House chuckled at that but still didn't budge, making Cameron more furious than she'd ever been in a long time. She threw her hands up in despair. "Fine. Whatever. Watch your game."

"I'm trying to," he snarked back at her, not sure whether to be amused or worried about her attitude. He knew she was ovulating, which sometimes made her quite aggressive in the bedroom. Normally he would have taken her up on her offer. And if she'd had Tivo, he would've just paused the game and gone after her. But alas, she didn't. He wasn't going to miss this game. He had money on the Packers. Sacrifices must be made. He'd make it up to her later.

The slam of the bathroom door closing made him wince.

Or maybe not.

The End