I'm so evil, you don't even know yet.... MUAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

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They finished their dinner and House drove Cameron home. He pulled up and put the car in park.

"Come in," she invited.

He grimaced, "Not sure we should-"

"House," she put her hand on his arm. "Come in." It was almost an order, but it held the air of an assurance. There was nothing provocative or sexually indicative, it was a simple request. One that sent both their stomachs into back handsprings.

House killed the ignition.

They walked into Cameron's apartment and the awkward tension could not have been cut with a steak knife. She wished he could relax around her. She hung his jacket and offered him something to drink.

"Scotch?" he asked.

"Sure. Make yourself at home." She retreated into the kitchen as he sat on the couch. Looking to the back of her alcohol shelf, she found a bottle of 12-year-old scotch she had been saving for just such an occasion. "Neat or on the rocks?" she called into the living room.

"How old is it?" he replied.

"Twelve,"

"Years?" he questioned, skeptic or surprised, she couldn't tell. She walked to the door to get a look at his face.

"Yeah," she smiled.

Surprise lit his expression. "Neat."

She brought out two neat scotches and set one before House on the coffee table. She sat not far from him on the couch. "To new beginnings," she raised her glass.

He nodded curtly before tapping his glass against hers and tasting the brown liquid.

"I'm impressed," he finally said after savoring the scotch.

"At what?" she asked coyly, guessing his answer.

"Well, first that any one has 12-year-old scotch any more, and second that you have scotch." He sipped again. "I would have figured you for a strictly white wine girl."

"Actually, I prefer red." With that she let out a slightly provocative smile.

For the first time that night, House smiled a genuine smile. He could see what she had been trying to do. "I always knew you'd be a tease." He lifted the glass to his lips.

"Who's teasing?"

His hand stopped in mid air and he looked at her, trying to read her expression.

She hadn't meant to sleep with him when she invited him up, but now that the possibility was presenting itself, she wasn't sure she wanted to stop it.

House set his glass down and turned to face her completely.

Suddenly their lips were mashed against each other. Neither of them had even noticed they'd moved. Their hands began to roam frantically.

Cameron was soaring. Before, this she had only fantasized about what it would be like to kiss House. She couldn't believe it was finally happening.

House was conflicted to his very core. On the one hand, here was a beautiful young woman, who had just basically forced herself on him. On the other hand, if they were going to make a go at this, whatever it was, he didn't want it to be this way. He didn't want Cameron to be just another fling.

She began loosening his tie.

"No." He finally said and pulled away. He reached down and took a swig of scotch to settle himself down. She leaned forward and started kissing him as soon as he put he glass down. "Cameron, stop." He pushed her away, slightly annoyed that she didn't see how hard this was for him.

"What? Why?" She looked up at him, slightly hurt and completely confused.

"How many men have you slept with on the first date?" He looked down at her, wanting nothing more than to be kissing her at that very moment.

She honestly thought back. "None. But why-"

"And is that because no one has ever offered?" Rhetoric. His favorite weapon.

"Well, no, I just-"

"Have morals," he finished for her.

She looked away, trying to make sense of it all. "I'm confused. Are you saying you don't want to sleep with me?" Her voice grew slightly incredulous.

"No," he almost rolled his eyes. "I'm saying... I shouldn't be here." With that he got up and practically ran out the door.

Cameron was left sitting on her couch, her mouth gaping. She stared at the vacated door for a few moments before turning away towards her T.V. She stared at it without turning it on, as if begging it to give her some answers. Suddenly her front door was opening. She didn't even have time to realize it was House before he was leaning across the back of the couch, kissing her. Before she could respond, he picked up his jacket, which had been laying on the sofa, and was out the door once again.