She radiates the beauty of the sun and stars combined as she walks into the conference room like she owns it. And confidence is sexy on her, just like everything else she wears, every other emotion and trait she exudes. I hate that she is so distracting, and hate it even more so when she's supposed to be giving us a case, when I'm supposed to be acting intelligent. And now, now I'm stuck watching her as neutrally as I can manage, unoccupied and completely helpless, because we are alone, as alone as we can be in this glass walled place. And if I stare at her any other way, I might lose it, and someone might see. But I can't bring myself to care where Taub is, and I know that House is probably off watching us from a corner somewhere, trying to prove his theory about his lesbian and his mother duckling right. But I don't care. I stand up and snake my arms around her waist and she tenses up at first, then chuckles sweetly.
"Miss me already, Dr. Hadley?"
"Damn you Cameron," I moan against the crease between her smooth shoulder and oh so inviting neck, "you have to stop doing this to me.."