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And a HUGE thanks to my beta, AllisonCammie, for making my grammar not suck and for having a wider vocabulary than I do!


Cameron picked up the phone and hit the first speed dial button.

On the other end of the line, a lady picked up. "DiMaggio's Pizzeria, my name is Sally, what may I do for you?" she said in a New York accent.

"Yes, I'd like to order a large cheese pizza, to be delivered, please..."

"Anything else?" She asked, sounding bored.

"No, that'll be all," Cameron said politely.

"Ok, that'll be $13.30. What's your phone number?" Then she yelled something incomprehensible to someone in the restaurant.

Cameron yelled to House, "House, should I give your number or my cell?"

Sally spoke up, "House?"

"Yeah, you know him?" Cameron asked, taken aback by the question.

"Sure do, and I know the number and address by heart 'cause he orders here so much," she said.

Cameron smiled, "Twenty minutes?"

"Twenty minutes," she echoed.

Then the two women clicked their phones off, respectively.


"The delivery guy will be here in about twenty minutes," Cameron said absentmindedly, while walking into the adjoining living room.

"How much did it cost?" House questioned from the middle of the black leather couch.

"$13.30." Cameron turned to him after positioning herself on one end of the sofa.

"'K, you're paying."

"I'm not going to argue with you." She sighed.

"Why? 'Cause you know I'm totally going to win!" He smirked.

"Not always… You're not God," she grinned, inching closer to him.

They were now merely sitting next to each other. "Very true. I've never made a tree," he said, barely above a whisper.

House leaned in and captured her lips with his own, saying words that neither of them could ever speak.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her onto his lap, ignoring the shooting pain in his right thigh. She snaked her arms around his neck, while rubbing her tongue along his bottom lip.

Minutes later, they came back to reality and broke apart, gasping for much needed air. The couple stared into each other's lust-filled eyes.

"This is no longer a meeting between two non-dating coworkers," Cameron said softly, looking into his eyes.

"Yeah, no kidding," House agreed. Then, after a slight pause, he admitted, "It never was."

"Nevertheless, I liked it," she admitted.

"Yeah, it was alright, I guess," he looked down into her eyes, obviously lying through his teeth.

"C'mon, you know it was good!" Cameron nudged him playfully.

"Fine, it was good! You happy?" He confessed, with a rare sincerity in his words.

"Yes," she smirked. "I would be a lot happier if I got another…" Cameron smiled and batted her eyelashes.

House gave a small smile, barely noticeable, and leaned in and met her lips, halfway, for only a second before the door bell rang.

Both moaned a little, and Cameron rested her head on his shoulder at the thought of having to actually stop to please a sixteen-year-old pimple-faced delivery boy by answering the condo door.

"I'll get it," Cameron said reluctantly. He released her from his lap, and popped a Vicodin, while she answered the door.

Cameron paid the delivery boy, took the pizza from his hands and closed the door gently. Then, she brought the pie into the kitchen.

House followed Cameron into the kitchen and pressed up against her back, wrapping his arms protectively around her petite waist. She gasped at first, then melted in his arms. She slowly turned to face him.

"Where are the plates?" She asked, immediately regretting ever saying it.

"Far right cupboard on the left." He told her. But Cameron never left his muscular arms, instead, she put her own arms around his body and rested her head on his chest.

"You know, we should probably eat. It's not healthy to eat two hours before going to bed."

"If you think you're going to get lucky, then you're sadly mistaken. It's nothing personal, I don't sleep with a guy on the first date," she replied, only regretting her words slightly.

"You kiss a guy twice, then melt in his arms, and you don't seal the deal?" he whined.

Cameron let out a small chuckle. "Apparently…."

"And apparently you don't want to leave my arms, because you haven't yet. So you might have to change your personal morals," he warned.

"Ooh, don't want to do that," she stated sarcastically.

House smiled slightly and changed the subject, "We should probably eat the pizza."

"Yeah," Cameron sighed, as she broke the embrace and retrieved two plates from the cupboard for herself and her male companion. She then opened the rectangular box, inevitably releasing the delicious aroma.

Cameron placed a slice on either plate and promptly followed him back to the sofa.

Forty five minutes later, Cameron and House had eaten two and three additional slices, respectively.

Now they sat on the couch, with Cameron leaning against him, watching some random Lifetime movie, that nobody would know existed a few weeks from then. Neither was really interested in the movie; they were too caught up with their own thoughts to care.

Their thoughts contained mostly of how right this felt; how natural. But both were wondering if it was going to continue further, sexually speaking.

As the end of the movie approached, they found each other lying down. Cameron was trapped between House and the back of the couch, with her head resting on his rising and falling chest and her right leg draped over his.

Unacknowledged infomercials started playing after the movie was over, because nobody was awake to turn off the television. House and Cameron slept the night away in each other's arms, not foreseeing how much the next morning was going to suck.


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