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House leaned into her kiss, but not for long. He pulled back, breathing a little bit heavier since there were a few moments where oxygen was lacking. He looked at Cameron, who wiped some spare saliva that rested on her lips.

"Eww. Girl coodies." House spat jokingly next to them. He laughed when Cameron's face went from smiling to frowning. Her closed fist came and punched him in the chest. It wasn't enough to bruise, but hurt a little. A smile then started to show on the corner of her lips.

"Owwww. I was just kidding." House said, defensively holding his chest. "You hit my boob!"

"You deserved it, House. I've always wanted to punch you. Now you're not my boss, so I can." Cameron smiled. Both of them were quite for a moment when she said that. It was hard for House thinking he would no longer see her every day at work. Now he had no one to bicker to as freely as he wished. Actually, he thought to himself, I'll bicker at whoever I want.

"Why did you leave? Was it really because it was time for a change? Or was it for Chase?" House asked the question that neither wanted to hear the answer to. Of course, House anger surged when he thought about Chase with Cameron. He knew since the beautiful Allison Cameron and he weren't actually an item, he did have much of a right to feel that way. But, it was natural instinct to be possessive over her.

"I… I did feel like it was time for a change, House. Did you expect me to stay there forever?" Cameron's eyes were completely honest and also wondering.

"Well, I am. I'm going to be stuck there with Cuddy until the day we both die in that hospital." House shivered in fear at that though, smiling as he said so.

Ignoring his last comment, Cameron continued on to his other part of the question. "And no, it wasn't for Chase. I was a little upset when he was leaving, or when you fired him I should say. But, we can never have a serious relationship. I will always just be his Tuesday night. "She repeated the line she felt like she had said so often. But, then she thought about her last Tuesday with Chase, right after her resignation. House of course didn't need to know about that. Hopefully Cameron could forget about that, at least if her and House had a serious relationship.

House simply grunted, having his own thoughts running through his mind and confusing the hell out of him. Glancing at his watch, it was a little bit later then he thought. Well, not completely late for him. But his thigh disagreed. It was eleven o'clock and it wanted its nightly fix of Vicodin. Reaching into his coat pocket, he grabbed the bottle and popped a pill, dry swallowing as Cameron glared at him. He knew she hated when he did that.

"I still won't save you if you choke to death on that pill."

"Yes, you will."

"No, I won't. I'll let you choke to death."

"Pfftt. You wouldn't be able to let anything die knowing you can do something at it." House said, plopping down on his couch, which they had stood behind for some time. Groaning in pain and relaxation as his thigh ached but almost in a thankful way.

Cameron sat down next to him, fairly close. Close enough their thighs grazed. Cameron's hand then rested on his good knee. They both looked at each other for a moment, and met at the same time for a simple kiss. Houses hand went to her shoulder to pull her closer to him, their kiss deepening. Cameron's hand move to the back of his neck and held on for dear life, but not enough to hurt, just pressure.

When House pulled away, he smiled; eyes closed, and said "That's why you would never let me die. And let's not forget you would miss my smart ass remarks." Before she could respond, he kissed her again. This time, Cameron seemed to take control, pushing him down to lie on the couch. She crawled next to him, somewhat on top of him. Thankfully she found herself between the couch and House. Otherwise, she was sure she would've fallen off. House would've found it hilarious, but, Cameron wouldn't have.

House pulled her closer, grunting as his thigh protested. But he ignored it. His right hand, which was also underneath her, rubbed as much of her back as it could reach. His left hand rubbed her arm and side. As his hand gently snaked underneath her shirt to rub her bare and soft skin. He felt his hand graze over her pants top. But, even House didn't want to rush it. His male member felt differently, but he attempted to concentrate on other things.

Cameron broke their kiss, and just breathed deeply in and out and felt their faces close together. Close enough that House's scruff was rubbing against her own chin. It had a painful yet pleasant feeling to it. With a deep sigh, she rested her head in the nook of his neck. They were somewhat squeezed on the couch, and House started to get up to hopefully move in a more comfortable position. But, Cameron held him down.

House looked over at her. "You won't let me get up? What if I had to free my bladder and I pissed all over you?"

Cameron made an 'ew' face, but then smiled. "Guess I would have to take a shower!" She shrugged her shoulders as much as the couch would allow.

"Ohhh, I would like that." House said smugly, kissing her again. They hadn't even seen each other naked nor had any real sexual situations yet, but, they joked as if it was something old to them. Then again, Cameron had seen him clad in only a towel a few times. Of course, he was already exposed were she was a complete mystery to him.

House leaned down to kiss her, deepening, his tongue seeking some sort of entrance. Cameron pushed her whole body into him, well aware his member was growing and swelling due to her actions. A smile lit her lips as she kissed him, pulling him to lie down completely against her. They enjoyed their moments like that until it seemed like neither could handle the heat of simply kissing.

But they were rudely interrupted by House's phone ringing.