Pheromones

A/N: Yeah… I just own the DVD's.

Beta: RockinLizzy cause she's the best.

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Chapter 2

She glared at you when you stopped your car in front of her building, because she probably thought you were dropping her off on your way home. You tried not to smirk, because the glare made her look more cute than threatening. It was hard for you to hold back a chuckle and you were sure she saw it in your face before she crossed her arms in front of her lithe body and stared straight ahead.

You reminded her that her that the next day both of you had to work. Therefore, you had no intention of either getting up early, so she could come back home to change, or of bringing her back later on the evening. She smiled at you, but you still saw that trace of doubt in her eyes. You couldn't make yourself believe that you were going to take her home with you.

She warned you that if you left while she gathered her things, some very, very bad things would happen to you.

Her tone actually scared you, because she just might have been serious.

You feared that being on her bad side might have been worse than being on Cuddy's.

You drummed your finger on the wheel, because you knew it was a bad idea to bring her to your place. Maybe you should leave and push away the thoughts of her from your mind. But, the temptation of knowing just what was under those proper librarian clothes was just too much. The sound of the passenger door closing brought your back from your thoughts, as she threw a black Puma bag into your backseat.

"Let's go" she urged.

Your hand almost shook as you stood by your door with her next to you, eyes looking around because she had to make sure she was really there. When you finally opened the door with shaky and slippery fingers she strolled past you and as you took off your jacket she made herself comfortable on your couch.

Her shoes were left forgotten by your floor, bag resting with them. Her hair was loose from its ponytail and her feet drawn are underneath her.

She looked at home. More at home than you had probably ever looked while seated on the same exact spot.

Something inside you brightened up and something else told you to tell her to go home.

You admit it was awkward to sit there in silence staring at the black screen of your TV. At least it was, until she decided enough was enough.

One minute she was sitting in her perfect little fashion and the next she's on top of you, with those gray eyes changing colors on you and that smell. That smell that just had to be so intoxicating and just had radiated from her. She smelled better than you ever though, and you kept your face as close to her skin as possible that night.

"I'm tired of waiting" she whispered in your ear, that pink tongue darting out of her mouth to run around the shell of your ear. It almost drove you crazy, because it was so warm and she was on top of you being incredibly beautiful and smelling so fucking damn good that it made you almost dizzy.

Your fingers almost sank into her skin when you griped her tiny waist. Everything about her was tiny, but it was perfect against you.

She continued that little torture, her tongue ran from your ear to your neck to your lips and you had to pull her closer, to keep your sanity.

Her lips were as hungry as yours, warm and soft. Like you knew they would be.

You don't remember when, or where, or how. But you were somehow in your bedroom when your brain finally had a clear though. Where you had stashed that box of condoms again?

Her shirt was off and you smirked when she told you that yes, she did wear that type of underwear to work, a lacey purple bra that barely cupped her whole breast and did an incredible job and pushing up the twins, to your pleasurable sight.

She had a tattoo, it surprised you for a moment, but the tattoo was so Cameron you had to shake your head. It started right above her right hipbone and her pants forbade you to see where it ended, it was of a little black and red butterfly with a trail of stars that lead your fingers in spiral circles.

"Who would have thought?" you asked her, and she rolled her eyes before she kicked her pants off, and your fingers were a little disappointed to know that the little path of spiral stars ended about an inch or two into her thigh.

Her fingers send a chill through your body as they ran up your left leg and over your erection before undoing your zipper and she gave you the most teasing smile you've ever seem. You wondered how she kept this part of her hidden at work.

You don't remember ever having a partner who met you at every end. And by God you loved it. You swore that Dr. Allison Cameron was as close to heaven you would ever needed to get.

"Explain it to me, Dr. Cameron, what caused you to be such a naughty girl this evening?" you asked, still panting, but smiling because you didn't remember ever having that much fun in bed. At least not in the last 15 or so years.

She gave you that teasing smile; her fingertips ran over the exposed skin of your chest then started on a path south, under your thin sheets.

"Pheromones"

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You couldn't keep your eyes away from her the next day and you knew someone was bound to notice. People are stupid, mind you that, but when you are practically drooling over someone, they should, at one point, notice. Especially if they step into said puddle of drool.

Wilson was the first one to ask. In your opinion, he has nothing better to do when he isn't out cheating on a wife, than to pry into your personal life. It's why you try not to have one.

You wanted to push him off the balcony after a while, but instead left to get something to eat, it would be too hard to train anyone into the level you've got Wilson in. But you swore that if he came after you one more time with that annoying 'I know what you've been doing and who you've been doing it with' look and just pretend to slip that Cameron did look hotter than usual in those pants, you would in fact kill him and blame it on Chase.

Cameron was leaning by the doors of the cafeteria when you finally managed to escape Wilson, she laughed and threw her hair over her shoulder. And you wanted to jump her there, in the middle of the hallway, because you missed her body against yours.

She made you pay for her lunch, and you think that she added that extra slice chocolate cake on purpose. You would make her pay you back for it, and the ideas that rolled around your mind were just too pleasing to not be tested out.

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And that was chapter two for you. Please review.