House limped off happily, at least for him. He had annoyed Cuddy and solved his romantic dilemma. At least temporarily. Now he just had to find Cameron and convince her to give him a chance, well, a second chance, or maybe it is a fifth or sixth or seventh.
"Cameron, lets talk. You like me."
"House, I know I like you, you know I like you, Foreman and Chase know I like you, everyone here knows I like you. Announcing it out loud won't embarrass me."
"That wasn't the point, let me talk. You like me, you think I like you. You might be right this time."
"House, my emotions aren't like your Game Boy. You don't get to play with them and then toss them aside when you get bored."
"I don't think I'll get bored of you, you've kept my interest for the past three years, and that is not an easy thing to do. I get bored easily. Especially by people. Once I figure someone out I lose interest, and I haven't figured you out yet."
"Wait, I am some puzzle to you? Great. You think I need to fix and help, and you apparently have a need to solve. We'll make a great couple. Neither of us love, both of us need."
"When did you become a skeptic? I always had you pegged as a closet Danielle Steele type."
"Romance novels? You think I have time to you romance novels? Medical journals yes. You mail, yes. On slow days even your email. But not romance novels. But maybe a part of me…oh never mind."
"A part of you what? Wants to live a romance novel? Candle lit dinners and sex on the beach? Well, if you go out with me you probably won't get those things. At least not the last one. Candle lit dinners, maybe, if you're good. But I do not do beaches. And I especially don't do sex on the beach. Well, the drink isn't bad, but the act, sorry, I don't like having sand where the sun doesn't shine."
"House, I am not expecting a dozen roses on my desk every week. That wouldn't be you, and for some perverse reason I want you. Not some sap who has read every manual out there on how to win over a woman. I have already been won over, and it happened with out you even trying or me even looking for it to happen."
"Alright. So you have no preconceived notions about how this will play out? You aren't planning our wedding and picking out a dress and our children's names?"
"No."
"Okay, then meet me in my office tonight at six, look good."
"I don't look good now?"
"You look like a doctor now, a hot doctor in nice shoes, but a doctor none the less. Leave early if you have to, to go home and change."
"But I have work to finish."
"You're dating your boss. It has its advantages." House said this last line with a smirk that was almost audible.
Cameron left at 4pm which would give her fifteen minutes to get to the mall, an hour to shop, thirty minutes to get ready and change, and fifteen minutes to get back to the hospital. Ten minutes into the getting ready process she knew she should have left earlier.
So far she had tried on four dresses. The first was more appropriate for a club, the second reminded her too much of a prom gown, the third looked like something her mother would wear, and the forth was just hideous. It reminded her of something the gothic girls at her high school would have worn. The fifth dress was magic though. It was sapphire blue, halter-style, and hit just above the knee. Next she had to find shoes. Fortunately finding blue heels was easier than she thought it would be and she was back at the hospital just a few minuets late.
"You're late."
"When I take off my jacket I don't think you'll care."
"Why? Are you naked?"
"No, but I think I you'll like it none the less."
When Cameron took off her jacket and twirled around to let him see visions of the night of the charity event played in his head. This night was bound to be better though. Last time was a 'look but don't touch' occasion. Tonight he was planning to make sure he got to see if her skin was as soft as it appeared. In fact if she didn't get that jacket back on soon…
