Disclaimer: If they were mine House and Cameron would never get out of bed…what does that tell you?
A/N: Thanks to all that reviewed on that first chapter. I contemplated making this a multi-chapter fic after I got the first couple of reviews. To those of you who asked for it, wish granted.
His thoughts could not be swayed from her as he smelled dinner progress through the other room. He wanted to kick her out, as soon as he had seen her face behind the paper bags he had wanted to tell her to turn her pretty little ass around and go home. The last thing he needed was a dinner with her, a chance to confess to himself and to her what his true feelings were. He should have told her to go home, and he still could….but he wanted this evening. He wanted to know if he could contain himself around her, if these feelings were a side effect of the ketamine, he wanted to know if his brain wasn't functioning correctly and making him think that he had feelings for her. 'Hell,' He thought. 'I might just be horny.'
While all of these things were indeed true, and he knew that walking into the kitchen and telling her to leave would not be completely uncharacteristic, he could not bring himself to do it. The past two weeks had brought nothing but questions about their seemingly platonic relationship and he would be damned if he let the opportunity to be with her slip through his hands due to his own logistic reasoning. There was a chance that he did have feelings for her and an evening with her would/could make or break him.
If the lower part of his anatomy told him anything it was that she was an attractive woman. She is a beautiful woman and he is now a healthy man. 'It would be nice to see how the leg holds up during a good romp in the sack.' He told himself, looking down at said leg. Instead of a smile crossing his face at his own "funny", a frown enveloped his features. Cameron was not a puppet that he could use to test out his leg and he would not crush her like that just for sex. "Shit." He said aloud, shaking his head at his thoughts. 'What has happened to me that I am putting her feelings before my own?' Before he could respond the obvious to himself she entered the living room with two glasses of ice and two cans of Dr. Pepper which she sat on the table before him.
"I assume we're eating in here since you haven't made an effort to answer my question."
"I didn't hear you ask anything. I was watching Sponge Bob." He said, pointing to the television.
"House, the Fairly Odd Parents are on." She replied as she looked to the television and then back at him, a concerned look on her face. "House, are you blacking out, is that why you didn't answer me? Could you hear me? Can you hear the TV?" She dropped to her knees before him, looking into his eyes and reaching her hand out to touch his face so that she could check them. His hand came up to grasp hers before she could touch him and he examined it closely and gave her an inquisitive look before giving her an honest answer.
"I was lost in my thoughts, that's why I didn't hear you and why I didn't know what show had came on the tv, don't get all mother goose on me." He replied in a soft tone, one that she was unaccustomed to hearing from him. Getting tired from holding her hand in his own he dropped their hands to his chest, hers resting over his heart and his covering hers to hold her there, the look in his eyes causing her to squirm slightly.
"You would tell me if something was wrong, right? I mean, if you were blacking out, hallucinating, the ketamine does have side effects and…" She stopped mid-sentence when she saw the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile and he gave a soft chuckle. "What?" She asked as he patted the top of her hand with his own.
"It's nothing." He replied, waving her off and releasing her hand from his as he sat up on the couch. "I can assure you that my little episode was only me in heavy concentration. Now, if I have to smell that food any longer without actually eating it, I might die of hunger." He informed her, allowing her to stand up. "As to where we eat, it is your decision, we can eat at the table close to the food or we can eat in here and watch tv while we eat."
"You don't have a preference?" She asked, grabbing one of the glasses and a can of soda and handing it to him before grabbing her own.
"So long as I get to eat I could really care less." He replied, following her into the kitchen to see that the table was already set and that the food was still steaming hot with the dishes all caught up and sitting beside the sink. "You really are Wilson." He informed her, sitting down at the closest seat to him and allowing Cameron to place herself in the seat across from him at the small table.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked, opening her can of soda and pouring it over her ice.
"You did up the dishes as you went along so that you wouldn't have to do many afterwards."
"I did up the dishes as I went along so that you wouldn't have so many to do after I left." She informed him as he looked down to examine the two steaks lying across his plate.
"Who's to say that I won't let them sit there until Wilson comes over tomorrow evening?" He asked, picking up his silverware and beginning on his steak.
"That's an option." She replied through a mouthful of steak. "I wish I had had the forethought to pick up some A1 sauce." She said aloud, mostly to herself.
"You didn't know that you would be having the steak anyway." He shrugged as he took his first bite of the steak. She watched as his eyes closed almost immediately as he chewed thoroughly. A small smile was etched across his features and she could tell that he was enjoying the steak. She smiled to herself at this small victory and averted her gaze to her own steak as his eyes re-opened.
House could not believe the rush of flavor that flooded his taste buds with his mouthful of steak. The meat was tender and juicy with a hint of lemon and onion and he was sure at that moment that he had never laid any food so delectable to his lips. His eyes had closed in immediate reaction to the taste and after he had swallowed he allowed his eyes to open and stare her down.
"If it were possible to have an orgasm from eating food…."
"House, I'm eating!" She exclaimed, her cheeks blushing slightly as she kept her eyes on her plate.
"It is impossible to have one from the mere taste of food, consider it a form of a compliment on your cooking."
"You could have just said that it was good."
"But how uncharacteristic of me would it be to do that….if I had said that it was excellent you would have thought that I was hallucinating again and rushed me to the ER."
"I know that you are capable of being nice House." She told him, taking a drink of her Dr. Pepper as he opened his can to pour it over his ice. "I will admit that I would have been surprised if you had simply told me it was excellent, but it would have been a pleasant surprise."
"You still got the point?" He asked, taking another mouthful of the steak and washing it down with his now cold soda. Her response was to nod and then a silence fell upon them, the only sounds being that of cutlery striking at silverware as they finished their meal.
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