Simple Solution

Chapter Two

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"House can I ask you something?"

House just stared at her. Cameron tried to steady her shaking breath. He clearly wasn't going to make this easy for her. Not that he could possibly anticipate what it was she was about to ask.

"I…" she started and then stopped again. Why had she come in here? It would be so easy to just make up some lame question about their patient, or better yet just turn around and walk out again. She knew this wasn't going to end well. Be it now or a few months from now this was always going to be a bad idea. But she knew she had to do it. Things had gone too far now. Her longing for him, for physical contact from him was no longer a want. It was a need. An all consuming need that made it impossible for her to focus on anything else including her job. Which was a bad thing for anybody but especially dangerous of one was a doctor, responsible for keeping people alive. But how on earth was she supposed to broach the subject?

"I…" she attempted again but House cut her off.

"If you're here to apologise for your lack of attention during the differential mere moments ago please take your self flagellating elsewhere. I know you're sorry. I know you won't do it again. Stop being so needy. I'm not going to pat you on the head and make you feel better and tell you it's okay."

"No. No that's not why I'm here." said Cameron. Thinking this was probably the best kind of in she could hope for given what she was going to ask and who she was going to ask it of.

"I'm here because of why I wasn't paying attention."

"Once again, not interested."

Why did he have to keep putting up walls. It seemed to her at this point the best thing to do would be to just blurt it out.

"I think we should have sex." She said very quickly. So quickly that had House not been the astute person he was he would not have picked up on the individual words. There, it was out now, the worst he could do would be laugh at her, or fire her come to think of it. Oh God thought Cameron, this really is the stupidest idea I've ever had.

He merely cocked at eyebrow at her looking slightly bemused but also, just below the surface of that, keenly interested.

"I like you, you know I like you." she rambled figuring she'd started digging her own grave now she might as well make sure it's nice and deep never being one to do things by halves.

"But it's not just that I like you, I want you. Whenever I see you I want to touch you. I want to feel you touching me. I want to kiss you. I can't focus on anything else when you're in the room being so irresistibly, so magnetically well, you. I need to take the mystery away from it, relieve all this tension I've been building up for years so that it's not just fantasy anymore. So I don't have to spend all my waking hours fantasising. So I can actually concentrate on my job when I'm at work." By the end of this outburst, which took an exceptionally disproportionate amount of time considering it's length due entirely to Cameron's nervousness, she was quite out of breath. Her cheeks flushed, her chest rising shallowly and rapidly as she tried to acquire a semblance of normalcy to her oxygen intake.

House could not quite believe what he was hearing. He had to clarify. Surely this undeniably beautiful, incredibly intelligent, caring and, he had thought, highly morale woman was not really asking him what it appeared she was.

"Let me get this straight." he said. Making a point of burning his gaze right into her eyes. Silently making it so that she couldn't look away from him. "You are asking me if I would be interested in some casual, no strings attached sex with you?"

Cameron nodded nervously. House gave her a look that told her plainly that a nonverbal response was not good enough.

"Yes." she answered in a small voice.

"Why?"

"For the aforementioned reasons." she said gaining in confidence. This was House, of course he was going to make her squirm. He wouldn't be himself if he didn't. But she could tell, just tell that eventually, after all the teasing, he was going to agree.

"No really, why? Because all those reasons you mentioned do make sense, if one was you of course. But I just want to be one hundred per cent clear that this isn't some sort of romantic and wily trap you have concocted to make me fall desperately in love with you."

She'd been prepared for this. She knew he'd throw that back in her face.

"No House. If you agree, this would be just about sex. I promise. I'd never mention it until you bought it up. We'd continue working together in a professional way and you can call the shots. I just need.. I just need you. Somehow, even if it is just like this."

House regarded her for a moment. There would have to be something seriously wrong with the man that had the ability to turn down this offer. He'd always been attracted to Cameron. Who the hell wouldn't be? She was an incredibly gorgeous woman. A woman who apparently wanted him. Was offering him a world of sexual pleasure without any of the responsibilities and issues that go with a relationship. He couldn't be sure just how serious she was though. Oh of course she was serious right now. This was not the sort of thing Cameron would just come out with without considerable agonising over beforehand. But how far down the line would it be before she started trying to change the rules?

"Then prove it." He said

She merely blinked at him, a little confused. "What?"

"I said prove it. Show me that you can separate a purely physical relationship from our working relationship without hope of any of the happily ever after fantasies you've created between us inside your head."

"How?" she asked him

"That's your problem." he said.

They looked at each other for a long moment then Cameron turned around and began to walk towards the door.

House slumped in his chair disappointed. He'd pushed her too far, he had a feeling he wouldn't be hearing anymore about amazing little sex deals from Cameron and now he'd have to deal with her being embarrassed and upset for a while.

He heard a click and looked up in surprise. Cameron hadn't left.

She'd walked over to the door connecting House's office with his fellow's adjoining office and it was the sound of her locking that door which had caused House's alarm. With a sharp tug she pulled the blinds closed and began walking towards the main door to House's office to repeat this procedure, surreptitiously undoing the top two buttons of her blouse as she walked exposing just the right amount of creamy, delicate cleavage.

After having successfully locked both doors she turned around and faced a rather startled looking House.

This was certainly not what he'd been expecting. She looked different somehow. She always looked beautiful but turning him to face him like she was now, with a subtle yet alluring amount of her skin exposed - when had those buttons come undone?- she looked sexy as well.

Something had changed about her. She appeared more confident. She began to walk over to him now. With a captivating sway to her step until she was standing just to the left of him as he sat in his chair.

Without warning she gracefully stepped her left leg over both of his so she was standing with both of his legs between her own, her newly exposed skin mere centimetres from his face. House drew in a ragged breath.

She looked down at his face and even though she knew it was wrong what she'd asked. It felt, in that moment, like the most perfect and right thing in the world.

She leaned down and captured his lips with hers. It was a passionate kiss. House could feel the longing behind it. Knew just from the way her lips were moving feverishly over his own that she had been wanting, needing, craving to do this for the longest time, perhaps from when she'd first met him.

She was still standing and her hands were on either side of his face, gently massaging almost and slowly she bought them down to hold the arm rests of his desk chair.

Supporting herself with her hands, still kissing him desperately, Cameron slowly bent her knees until, finally, she felt contact and she began rubbing herself against him, semi-straddling him, controlling the pressure with how much weight she put into her hands and how much she bent her knees.

House responded immediately. Almost embarrassingly immediately. He felt like a teenage boy again considering how hard he became how fast.

But she smelt so good, and she kissed so good he couldn't have stopped himself if he'd tried.

Cameron smirked a little against his lips, hoping he wouldn't notice her doing so. It was almost too easy to get him to this point. She broke the kiss and stepped back slightly, figuring she must have imagined House's sigh of disappointment at the loss of contact of her lips.

Cameron looked at him deeply. Her eyes on fire with lust and satisfaction at finally doing what she had been dreaming of doing. Keeping that eye contact Cameron slowly knelt down in front of him, up on her knees to attain the kind of height she needed.

Not taking her eyes from him. Hoping to make something of whatever reaction might slip through the impenetrable mask he constantly wore, Cameron undid the fastenings of his jeans, smiling up at him in a very pleased sort of way, well aware this reaction had been induced by her, pulling them down, along with his boxers to allow herself enough access.

House's breathing was coming fast. He couldn't believe this was happening. Surely this had to be some kind of wonderful dream. Cameron looked so satisfied with herself. He couldn't let her get away with that. Wasn't she the one begging him to have sex with her? He couldn't let her think she was in control of the situation. That would never do at all.

Cameron was just reaching out to grab his cock, a hazy, lust-filled look in her eyes when in one swift movement House reached out and grabbed both her hands with each of his.

She looked up at him again, clearly confused and disappointed at being denied what she wanted when she had been so close to getting it.

But House simply placed each of her hands against the adjacent arm rest and with a non too gentle amount of pressure, held them there with each of his own.

He shook his head at her looking vaguely amused. "Uh uh" he said, "no hands"

He wasn't sure what he expected but he did not expect what she did next.

Cameron smiled at him painfully seductively and darted her tongue out to lick her lips until they were glistening with moisture. She bowed her head and, starting at the base licked his strainingly hard cock all the way up to the tip. When she reached that destination she used the leverage of her tongue and took all of him into her mouth and beginning her descent. Swirling her tongue as she went, taking him right back into the depths of her throat sucking and licking doing everything she could to make this good for him, doing all she could to make him feel amazing so that she could prove to him that this would be worthwhile.

House's head rolled back in pleasure. Cameron's mouth was so warm and wet, her tongue creating perfect amounts of pressure. The fact that she had taken him all in and was keeping him there while she administered such satisfaction was an incredible added bonus.

He looked down at her bowed head and captured wrists. It felt so good to have Cameron under his power like this. It felt good knowing someone wanted, beyond anything else to please him. It was unbelievable but apparently it was true, she did want him. House knew there was a way he could find out definitively.

"Cameron" he said he was pleased he still had the ability to use his voice which had come out rather low and husky.

She stopped what she was doing and looked up questioningly.

"Keep doing what you're doing. I'm going to let go but don't move you're hands."

She nodded and indeed kept going. The renewed contact was almost better than the initial had been coupled with the knowledge that Cameron was doing exactly as she was told. Exactly what he'd told her to do. But that was one thing. Cameron always did what she was told. Whether she wanted him or not was another.

House reached his right hand down to the hem of her skirt and roughly pulled it up. If Cameron found this action odd or disturbing she didn't let it show but continued swirling her tongue and taking him in providing him with pleasure he wasn't sure he'd ever felt the levels of before.

Agonisingly slowly House trailed the tips of his fingers up the inside of her thigh before testing his hand over her sex on the outside of her panties. He felt her shudder at this brief contact. She was soaking wet and he hadn't even done anything to her yet. House had planned to leave his testing at that, but now that he'd felt how aroused she was he had to feel it properly for himself. Brusquely he pushed aside her panties and just once, stroked the length of her throbbing sex with the tip of his index finger. This tiny amount of contact elicited a moan from Cameron. A moan which vibrated deep within her throat causing a whole wave of new sensations to occur for House not the least of this was the knowledge that she was this turned on because of what she was doing to him. Because of how much she wanted him.

House removed his hand from between her legs and bought it up to tangle in her hair. Guiding her to give him exactly what he wanted. That moan had, he knew, been the beginning of the end for him. She still hadn't moved her hands but her grip on the armrest was tight as House tousled her hair with his hands knowing he was seconds away.

"Cameron I…" He started, but it was too late, a less cynical man might have said that it was the action of saying her name that had pushed him over the edge.

He came, hot and strong in her mouth and slowly she pulled away. Looking up she saw House's eyes on her. Slightly glassy with satisfaction but focused nonetheless. Not breaking eye contact she swallowed and House thought he'd never seen anything quite so sexy in his life.

They remained like that, House in his chair, Cameron kneeling before them for a few more seconds. House wasn't sure when it would be that he'd be able to move again. When suddenly she stood up smoothening her skirt and hair as she did so.

Cameron being Cameron she then lovingly reached over and tidied House up until, if anyone came in now, everything would look perfectly respectable. She then turned around without saying a word and this time she did walk out the door.

'Well' thought House, his satiated brain not willing to do much deep thinking at present. 'she certainly did prove it'

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