A/N: An 'M' rated version of this story also exists, should you be interested in that sort of thing.

Hello, my name is Daisy and my Missed Opportunity fiction is called "Low-Riders". It was inspired by the moment in "Paternity" when House tells Cameron: "Perseverance does not equal worthiness. Next time you want to get my attention wear something fun. Low-rider jeans are hot"

Enjoy!

Missed Opportunities Low-Riders

Chapter 3

I've got to get out of here, thought Cameron as she skipped down the front steps of Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital into the sparkling June sunshine.

Every moment she spent in the hospital reminded her that the clock was ticking.

The sensation of the warm breezes blowing softly through her hair immediately lifted her spirits as she walked briskly towards a block of nearby restaurants and boutiques.

Her morning had been a disaster. She had tried to be subtle. She asked House if he could offer her any reason why she should stay at PPTH. When he said no, if was as if he had pounded the last nail into her coffin of unrequited love.

I can't waste any more years pining for House … if he doesn't want me, I should go.

The offer from Cedars-Sinai was impressive. If she accepted, she would become the Assistant Department Head of Immunology at a prestigious world-class hospital where her opportunities for advancement were limitless

She would have everything she wanted – except for House.

"I'll have a hot dog please, with ketchup and mustard and a Diet Pepsi …"

Cameron normally had a salad each day for lunch, but today she decided to treat herself to a hot dog from one of the street vendors that lined Main Street in downtown Princeton. She happily wandered down the crowded street, window-shopping and people-watching as she ate her lunch.

Oh, there's Ellie's. If I move to California, I won't need my winter wardrobe …

Cameron loved the trendy boutique and had stopped to admire the summer clothes in their front window, when one outfit caught her eye.

The mannequin was dressed in the skimpiest pair of low-rider denims she had ever seen, a bright white cropped tee and strappy espadrille platform sandals. The outfit was flirty, fun and an invitation for sex.

For the past few weeks everything she saw reminded her of House and this was no exception.

When Cameron began her fellowship at PPTH, the team had yet to be assigned a case, so she busied herself trying to deal with all of House's unanswered mail.

As she sifted through the piles of paper, she noticed several requests for a consultation with House from the parents of a 16 year-old boy suffering from a sudden onset of double vision and night terrors.

They were desperate for answers. Two neurologists were unable to diagnose his case; House was their only hope. Cameron had taken it upon herself to book an appointment for them, much to House's surprise, and they showed up at the clinic that day, just as he was about to leave.

She had never forgotten his words as she tried to explain her actions. "It was impossible for them to get to you through normal channels."

"Perseverance does not equal worthiness. Next time you want to get my attention wear something fun. Low-rider jeans are hot ..." was House's reply.

That was the beginning of three long years of flirtation and sexual innuendos between House and Cameron.

Their attraction to one another was powerful, almost primal and although fate had given them every opportunity for happiness, they missed their chance, time and time again.

They feared failure, they feared commitment and saddest of all, they feared love.

I wonder if House would have really paid attention to me in an outfit like that ….

Cameron stared in the window, lost in thought … It's too late now … if I had been bolder … if I'd taken some risks … would we be where we are today …

House could not wait to go home after spending all afternoon in the clinic that Friday. He walked into the conference room and looked at the time. It was after five; Chase and Foreman had already left for the weekend.

That's odd … I don't remember drawing my blinds. As he entered his darkened office, the door closed behind him. Cameron smiled at him; she reached for the lock on the door.

"Cameron … what the … ", House stopped and spun around; he was stunned by what he saw.

She was everyman's dream, dressed in a pair of low-rider jeans that rose no higher than a bikini. A golden zipper taunted and teased House as he imagined her hidden treasures just waiting to be discovered.

"I like your outfit …" House stared at her unfettered breasts and taut nipples, clothed only by the thin white fabric of her cropped tee. The corners of his mouth pulled his yearning lips into a lustful smile.

"Thanks, I bought it just for you …" she murmured, pirouetting slowly, her dusky eyes locked on his.

"It's magnificent …" he said lasciviously.

"Well I always remembered that you said if I ever wanted your attention, I should wear something fun to the office … like low-rider jeans."

Cameron parted her lips; her breath was shallow.

She toyed with the band of her pants, fingering the button, caressing her tummy.

"You have a very good memory, Cameron. So … you say you want some attention?"

House swallowed hard as her fingers dipped behind the indigo fabric.

"I think it's obvious what I want, House … I'm tired of eye-sex … I want the real thing …"

Cameron took one step closer.

"The real thing …" he questioned innocently.

"The real thing. I want you. I want us to make love … to have sex … to snog, shag, screw … any noun or verb you prefer will do …"

Her thighs ached for his touch.

"Happily …and when we're through …" House kicked off his shoes and walked towards Cameron, peeling off his over-shirt and tee in one swift movement.

"You'll be mine …" purred Cameron, unbuckling his belt

"I like your confidence …" House whispered, breathing heavily in her ear.

"I like your …" Cameron said, lowering her eyes to stare at his arousal.

House's pants and boxers fell swiftly to the floor.

House lowered the tiny zipper; her jeans slid down with a mind of their own.

The last barrier to their pleasure, her bikini thong, was quickly cast aside.

House feasted on Cameron; he inhaled her scent and tasted her sweetness, he kissed every inch of her delectable body until she writhed in ecstasy.

There would be no more waiting. She pulled his head up to meet her.

He sucked and nipped at her neck, to mark his territory, to mark his love. She pressed her straining nipples against his chest and frantically kissed the lips that tasted of her.

He thrust to the core of her being, over and over, until they could bear no more. They kissed each other in a futile attempt to mask the cries of their orgasms. Violent shockwaves wracked their trembling bodies as they struggled to breathe.

Their surrender was complete.

"I'm yours … be mine …" House whispered.

"Forever …" Cameron said, tenderly stroking his hair as she gently kissed his furrowed brow.

"Miss … Miss … I couldn't help but notice you staring at that outfit, would you like to try it on?"

"What … I'm sorry … my mind was elsewhere. What did you say …"

Cameron fought to focus on the salesgirl.

"The outfit Miss … would you like to try it on?" she repeated.

"No … not today, thank you." Cameron said wistfully.

"I'll know by the end of the week if I'll need it …"

A dream? … Perhaps.

Their love? … A certainty.

... Written by DaisyB10