DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE…
Monday morning, while no different than any other morning she had had the past three years, felt different. The weekend had passed without a word from House and despite herself she felt butterflies forming in her stomach at the thought of seeing him. There had been no conversation between the two the rest of the weekend, something that could be attributed to both her unpacking and nervousness.
She had thought of nothing but him for the remainder of the weekend and as she exited her vehicle to venture through the doors of Princeton Plainsboro, the gnawing, sickly feeling that she had in her stomach all morning seemed to intensify. Telling herself to calm down she made her way to a semi-crowded elevator and traveled to diagnostics to begin her routine as usual. As she approached the conference room door she could not help but gasp as she caught a glance at the door.
Eric Foreman, M.D.
Allison Cameron, M.D.
Robert Chase, M.D.
Diagnostic Team Under
Gregory House, M.D.
Her eyes could not avert themselves from the door and she couldn't help but bring her hand to the door and run her fingers over the black lettering. "Damn." She smiled, the gnawing feeling in her stomach subsiding as a calm washed over her. Her stomach however did a back flip as she finally looked into the conference room which had been changed as well.
The glass table that was the center of the room had been replaced with a much smaller one, with only four chairs surrounding it. The whiteboard sat in the far corner of the room nearest the hallway and the corner of the room that had occupied the counters, cabinets, and most importantly the coffee maker had been made smaller to accumulate space for the row of three desks that now occupied said space. Her smile grew larger as she eyed the desk nearest to the balcony and then saw name plates resting on each of the three desks. She sighed in relief to see that the desk she was eyeing held her name plate.
She made her way to her desk and placed her purse and laptop on it, running her fingers along the cherry colored wood surface and looking out over the city. They had made the right decision in staying and she was thankful that she had picked herself out of bed an hour early so she could enjoy her solitude. She sighed in contentment and made her way to the corner to put on a pot of coffee.
The smell of coffee brewing was the first thing to fill his nostrils as he exited the elevator uncharacteristically early. 'Cameron must be here.' He thought to himself as he limped slowly towards the conference room so that he could see her reaction to the office. He slowed his pace as he stepped up to the door and eyed her through the glass walls. She was sitting at her desk with a fresh cup sitting on her desk to cool and her back was turned to him as she stared out over the city.
He smirked to himself, he had known that she would like that desk, he could tell by the relaxed state of her shoulders that she too was happy with the work he had had done over the weekend. Instead of laying drunk he had been here, directing a crew as to how he had wanted the office done. It had taken a little extra goading to convince Cuddy that these changes were necessary to make the three of them happy and he knew immediately that they would appreciate the work that had been done.
During the process he had examined everything through her eyes. He had spent the money out of his own pocket to have the name plates done, a fact that the three of them would never learn, and he was glad that he had. There was no doubt however that she was on his mind during the whole process as he had excused himself many times that weekend so that he could hide this fact.
Wilson had dropped in during the process to examine the work and could only shake his head and smile at his friend. The three ducklings had truly changed him and his actions were very uncharacteristic. Wilson had not hesitated in bringing this to his attention and House's only response was for him to do something unsightly to his own anal region.
It was when Cameron began spinning slightly back and forth in her chair that House was aware that he had became lost in his thoughts. Then, as if she knew he was there, she turned her chair to face the hall and their eyes met. Sapphire met itself in that moment and they took a few long moments to silently examine one another. She broke eye contact when she saw a nurse walk behind him and down the hallway and he took this opportunity to head into the room and collect his morning coffee.
With his back turned to her he rested his cane on the small edge of the counter so that he could pour his coffee and jumped slightly when he turned to come face to face with her.
"This is what you were doing this weekend?" She asked, looking down to his upper stomach which he was resting his steaming coffee against.
"Why would I be here?" He asked, hoping to evade this conversation.
"Because you had to ask for this to be done," She replied. "From the way you were talking the other day, Cuddy wanted to hire new fellows, she couldn't have wanted to personalize this place."
"I didn't either." He replied bringing his coffee to his lips to have a sip and leaning back against the counter so that he could rest a hand there and put a little space between the two, her proximity was getting to him.
"I'm supposed to believe that you had nothing to do with the names on the door or the name plates on the desks?"
"Your names are on the door?" He said, looking genuinely surprised as he stole a glimpse at the door.
"Ok, so Friday night meant nothing to you and you lay with a hooker all weekend, I get it." She hissed finally, spinning on her heel to move towards the door before he grabbed her arm and swung her back around to face him.
"You know damn well where I was this weekend." He growled, placing the coffee that rested in his other hand on the counter and bringing his hands to grip her elbows. "And you know damn well that I do not like where I was, if there is anyone I would have wanted to be laying with it was a tight little immunologist that works for me. As for this," He informed her, glancing around the room at all that had changed. "As far as I am concerned a magical unicorn in came in and waved its magic wand to create all of this."
"Unicorn?" She smirked. "The best you could come up with is a unicorn?" His only response was to smirk back before his grip tightened on her and he lifted her slightly to him so that he could kiss her roughly on the mouth. She instantly melted into him, having craved this contact for two days. He wasted no time in pushing his tongue through her lips to kiss her roughly, running it through and over every part of her mouth as if he were memorizing it.
Her only reaction was to give as well as she got, leaning against his left side and bringing her hands up to run through his hair as his hands snuck up the back of the button down she had chose to wear that day. She moaned when he fisted his hands in her hair and pulled her hair back to kiss her neck, his stubble scratching roughly against her soft skin, a feeling that she felt to be the most erotic she had ever experienced. She moaned quietly and nipped at his ear as he worked on her and at this action he pulled away, dropping one more soft kiss on her lips before pushing her away from him and his ever growing arousal.
"Better not start something we can't finish." He told her, his voice about three octaves lower than usual, something that was not lost on Cameron. He looked her straight in the eyes and saw that he had unleashed something in her and he knew in that moment that the same look was reflected in hers. "The wombat and home boy should be here any minute."
She broke eye contact and looked down at the ground as she attempted to slow her heart rate and extinguish the pulsating between her legs. She trembled noticeably when he lifted his hand to her chin to bring her eyes to face him. "Dinner, tonight?" He asked her. She nodded in response, silently begging him with her eyes to rid his hands of her, the contact sending her up the wall. He complied and reached for his cane and then his coffee, leaning in to steal one more kiss before limping towards his own office.
A/N: Review please. Next chapter will more than likely be a long ass one and will be the last one as well. Smut is GUARANTEED in the next one as well as Foreman and Chase's reactions to the office.