Author's Note: Time for some House/Cameron interaction.
Going off of Chase's bitter thoughts from earlier, Allison's going to have a very nice dream during her nap... a dream that House will hear.
I know it's a bit clichéd but I couldn't help it.
This story has to earn its rating, somehow.
There will be actual sex but they have to get on the same page first and get past some obstacles.
I'm still not done with Stacey and I may put in a trial for Chase.
I'm not sure yet.
I also gave a nod to the House/Cuddy thing the writers are trying to pull.
It's cute, in a disturbing kind of way, but I'm still a Hameron nut and they're not going to ruin me. Canon or not, I never ditch my ships. A girl can't let go of her hopes.
Hell, that's what this site's for, right?
Anyway, here's the chapter.
Enjoy.
Disclaimer: NOT MINE. AT ALL. SERIOUSLY.
She was sitting at his desk, going through her usual task of sorting his email. The Diagnostics area was deserted and she took full advantage of it. She had kicked off her black heels and undid two of the buttons on her crisp white blouse, showing a hint of black lace. Feeling bold, she had left her hair down, letting it blow in the light breeze the AC provided. Even though everyone discouraged it, Cameron still faithfully did House's grunt work. She liked being in his office at his desk, especially in his chair.
Being in his chair, the leather suffused with his scent, was an incredible aphrodisiac.
Allison knew that it was pathetic but sometimes her thoughts wandered to images of them making love on his desk, making her drip and ache with need. Today was one of those days. She had just had yet another argument with a petulant Chase and she needed a distraction. A familiar step- thump gait made her tense and she bit her lower lip as he came in from the balcony.
He had on black and dark blue today, which accentuated his scruffy, unkempt sort of handsomeness. His light brown hair was ruffled from the summer breeze and he wasn't leaning as heavily on his cane. Apparently, heat waves were good for his thigh.
His sky blue eyes immediately lit on her and she suppressed the urge to whimper.
House could set her off with just a look. She shifted slightly, trying to assuage the fire in her lower body. The silk of her panties rubbing against the heated skin made it worse as did the fact that he was sucking on a hijacked lollypop. She could see his tongue swirl over the cherry confection between his full pink lips.
The thought of his mouth on her made her shiver, which he of course noticed.
He came over to her, invading her personal space and sending even stronger shivers through her as his musky House scent filled her nose.
He smelled so damn good...sinfully good...
"Cold, Cameron? If you had told me that you were going to 86 the Mother Teresa look, I would've warned you about the temperature in here. Your tits look even perkier than usual in the cool air, though." he complimented with a leering smile.
Blushing, her hands went to button up her blouse. To her shock, his hot hands stopped her. Looking up at him, she could see a flicker of an unfamiliar emotion pass through his eyes. It seemed to be lust but it couldn't be. House had told her outright that he didn't like her and he wasn't one for bullshit when it came to women. She learned that the hard and cruel way. She stiffened and he took his hands away, rolling his eyes as she stood up to stand near the couch.
If she didn't put some distance between them, she'd jump him and that wouldn't be professional.
Besides, she wasn't going to let him string her along anyone. She was done chasing him.
Her common sense told her that even if by some miracle he reciprocated her feelings, he'd never make a move, that he was just as crippled emotionally as he was physically.
Unfortunately, her cunt was still overriding her common sense when it came to him.
"Unclench, will you?" he demanded while tossing his now empty stick into the trash.
"No. You're sexually harassing me."
"I always sexually harass you."
"Last time I checked I wasn't Cuddy." she corrected bitterly.
Even though House claimed to despise her, Cuddy got all of his attention. Hell, she got everyone's attention with those tops and skirts. To her annoyance, House just smirked at her venom, probably finding it cute like a little girl's.
"Ooh... someone's jealous. Do you really think the mistress of the hospital's the one I want?"
"Everyone thinks that."
"That doesn't answer my question."
She startled as House slowly advanced on her, backing away with each step he took.
If he touched her, she was done for. Her back hit the wall and she was trapped by him.
"I...I have to go. My clinic hours..." she stuttered, lying weakly as his hands spanned her hips.
"You've already done them because you're a perfectionist." he said knowingly.
"I am not a- mmph!"
He was kissing her and she whimpered weakly before responding. He tasted like coffee, cinnamon, Vicodin, and some original, impossible sweetness. All thought of getting away from him ceased as his lips found her neck.
"Yes, you are. It's almost as hot as you are."
His teeth sank into the skin, making her moan loudly.
"Ohh, House..."
When he first heard her begin to whimper in her sleep, a shiver of fear went through him. He thought the painkillers were wearing off. Then, the whimpering became soft moaning and her delicate hips began to move in a distinctly non- painful way. She looked to be trying to impale herself on something...or someone. A peek at her perky nipples on her full breasts confirmed his suspicions.
Little Miss Proper is having a dirty dream... and loving it!
House smirked and his hand made to touch her shoulder to try to shake her awake. After all, she wouldn't want just any Tom, Dick, or Harry to hear her internal porn. She'd be mortified and a mortified Cameron made a close minded Cameron. If he was going to come out of his hole with a belated declaration of love, she would need to be open minded so she wouldn't dismiss him.... or kick him in the nuts.
She's incapacitated, you dumb ass, the inner voice snarked.
So what? Women can be very resourceful when they want to perform their versions of The Nutcracker. Remember that bitch from the lacrosse team?, he retorted.
To his satisfaction, the stupid voice went away. It was only useful when he was diagnosing or playing his piano. The rest of the time, it was a pain in the ass.
Time for a wakeup call., he decided, putting his hand on her shoulder, poised to shake.
Her whispered words made him pause though.
"House...ohh...touch me, Greg, please..."
His smirk became a pure Alpha male grin. His woman was dreaming of him like a good little girlfriend. She was groaning softly and squirming, obviously liking what Dream House was doing to her. When she got the real thing, she'd be screaming her head off., he promised lustfully. With a soft gasp and a buck of her hips, she finished and her hands were roaming over skin only she could see. She was trying to give as good as she got.
She was murmuring things he'd never expect from her and it turned him on. Apparently, she lost all shyness and civility when she was going at it. Eventually, she stilled again and her eyes slid open. A sleepy smile curved her lips and she gingerly sat up to look at him.
"Hi." she greeted with a voice stronger than last time.
"Well, hello. Nice dream? It certainly sounded nice. So, where were we fucking?" he asked her bluntly, waiting for the typical Cameron blush and stammer routine.
To his surprise, she smirked naughtily and said," You mounted me against the wall in your office. We ended up on the floor halfway through."
"Hmm... that sounds fun. Look, I got to tell you something."
"You're detoxing?" she guessed teasingly.
"No.", he said immediately horrified at the thought.
"You got fired?"
"I have tenure."
"Stacey got hit by a bus?"
"I wish." he said darkly.
"That's not very nice." she giggled.
"I'm not nice. Will you shut up and let me tell you what I have to?"
"Out with it, pill head. I have to pee."
"I'm in love with you." he blurted.
She looked at him and asked,"Is that it? That's what you have to tell me? I already knew that, House and I'm just glad you took your head out of your ass about it. It's about time. Now, help me out of this bed."
Shocked, he did and quick as she could, she got to the bathroom, slamming the door.
Of all the reactions, that was one he didn't expect. She was actually calm and matter of fact about it. He expected rage or tears of joy or some big scene. Maybe he didn't know her as well as he thought he did.
The door opened and she stuck her head out.
"I love you, too." she replied with a soft smile.
The door slammed again and House grinned at the elated squeal she let out.
That was more like it.
