Ok I'm really sorry I havn't posted in...well ages but here's another chapter and I hope you like. I'll try and get the next chapter out a bit quicker guiltily grins and seeing as it is holidays now (yes!) it should be easier.

Pairings: House/Cameron (would I write anything else?)

Disclaimer: I dont own House (no matter how much I think I do!)

Restless Sleeper

He was going to kill Cameron. This was the third time tonight she had woken him up. He was going to wake her up and tell her to get out, he needed some sleep but he couldn't wake her as he was suddenly smothered by a stomach.

Cameron had started turning around and had nearly completed a 180 turn over the top of him. After her stomach had been smushed into his face, she began to go back the other way, pulling him around until she was comfortable and he was squished up next to her with Cameron's head on his chest. House vaguely thought that if he put his arms around Cameron's sleeping form, he'd be a lot more comfortable but he quickly dismissed that and tried to go back to sleep.

Half an hour later, he finally gave up and tentatively put his arms loosely around her waist. Immediately she pushed herself deeper into his embrace. House could feel her breath on his chest and with that and the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, he fell asleep.

Cameron didn't want to open her eyes. She was too tired; she needed to check the time though. She slowly opened her eyes bit by bit but instead of the glowing red numbers on her alarm clock, a pair of startling blue eyes were staring back at her. "AGGHH!" She screamed as she rolled off the edge of the bed and onto the floor, last nights events coming back to her.

"You sleep really deeply." House said, his voice croaky from sleep.

"What time is it?" Cameron asked while putting the pillow that had fallen with her over her head to block the sunlight streaming through the window. "And what do you mean I sleep deeply?"

"10:51"

Cameron groaned from the floor.

"And I mean a bull dozer could have driven through here and you still wouldn't have woken up."

"Thank you for letting me sleep here" Cameron said, changing the subject, climbing back onto the bed.

"Like I had any choice!" An awkward silence fell over them and they lay staring at each other, their breathing loud in the silent room.

House hadn't looked properly at Cameron for a while. She had dark circled under eyes, probably the effect of House's most recent prank. He wasn't used to her being blonde; she looked older, less innocent. He did like it though, it brought out her eyes. He looked right into them. Green/blue with a touch of grey, they were starting to close, she was tired. She fought to keep her eyes open and House couldn't stop staring. He had never realized how pretty her eyes were. He realized he was starting to think dangerous thoughts but he couldn't stop thinking how beautiful she looked lying on his bed.

Without meaning to, he had inched closer and he was now so close to her he could count her eye lashes. He fought against the will to just lean over and capture her lips with his, run his hands through her newly blonde hair.

He realized this was very dangerous and quickly jumped out of bed and realized he would have to answer Cameron's curious gaze.

"Could you make some coffee? Yours is better"

"Sure" Cameron replied, startled out of her reverie. House was so close before she could have reached out and kissed him if she tried. She had been transfixed, staring at his eyes, unable to break his piercing stare. Blue, like two crystal pools. Each with sunlight reflecting off the surface, not quite hiding the thoughts beneath.

She got up and quickly pulled her pants over her undies. It seemed fine last night but this morning it seemed foolish not have put on actual pyjamas, instead sleeping in her husband's old t-shirt and her favorite blue underwear.

Shivering as her bare feet hit the cold tiles of the kitchen, she made her way towards the coffee machine. The overwhelming urge to hug Cameron around the waist overcame House as he watched her make coffee. He walked forward until he was right behind her. He felt Cameron stiffen in front of him and he suddenly felt foolish standing so close to her. To explain why he was so close behind her, he whispered in her ear,

"Cups are down here." He pulled open a drawer next to her hip and got out his favorite mug and one for her.

"Thanks" she answered and House noted with satisfaction that her voice was slightly breathier than usual.

RRIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGGG!

The phone echoed loudly through the silent apartment.

"Just let the machine get it." House told Cameron, who had made to answer it.

"No, it could be the hospital!" She ducked under House's arm and went and picked up the still ringing phone.

"That's the point" House grumbled, rubbing his face.