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"What would you do if I were to kiss you right now?" He asked, bringing his hands to rest on either side of her on the hood of the car. "Remember this is for posterity, so be honest."

"I'd probably kiss you back." She replied as he leaned to her, fully pinning her against the car with his weight, his cane propped up against the car door. Bringing his right hand to the side of her face he traced a path from her temple to her chin, lifting it slightly so that he could search her eyes.

"Is that honestly what you would do or is that how you would like to think you'd respond?"

"What does it matter?" She asked, allowing her gaze to shift from his mouth to somewhere over his shoulder before once again meeting his eyes. "You're bluffing." Ever so slowly she allowed her hands to grasp his arms, pulling them from her car door and then turning from him so that she could unlock his doors. She gasped in surprise when she felt him wrap his arms around her waist and push himself against her.

"And what if I'm not?" He whispered as he leaned towards her ear, purposely running his right hand under her shirt and tracing the bare skin of her stomach. "Relax." He soothed as he felt her sharp intake of breath. "I'm only bluffing, remember?"

She allowed herself to gaze down at her stomach where both of his hands were know located, his breath hot on her neck as they stood in silence. "What do you want from me House?" She asked, her voice almost pleading as she leaned back against him in natural reaction to his actions.

"I thought it was obvious what I want…" He trailed, bringing his right hand from her stomach to her hair, where he pulled it aside and kissed her neck softly. The feel of his warm breath and stubble causing her to push back against him as she tried in futile to regain control of her breathing. "Your heart is racing." He informed her after removing his mouth from her pulse point.

"Please…" She began, her voice still pleading with him to let her go.

"Where's the witty, pushy Cameron that wouldn't quit disturbing my thoughts today? What, you were dishing it out earlier, you can't take it?"

"You know that this isn't anything like earlier." She whispered, leaning her head back into his shoulder. "This is one of the reasons I requested time away from you." Taking advantage of the position of her head he leaned towards her, his mouth hanging precariously over hers.

"And what reason is that exactly?" He asked, his hot breath on her lips. He watched as she squeezed her eyes shut, lost in concentration. In another moment her eyes snapped open and the cool air from the night was now hitting him where her warm body had seconds earlier been.

"Do you honestly need me to spell it out for you House? After what you did to me last night, after the monster truck show, after you were shot...all the good and bad combine together and there is more bad than good. I should hate you…I do hate you." He turned to face her quietly, wasting no time in responding.

"I'm hurt." He replied mockingly, placing his hand over his heart and feigning physical pain.

"Is that all Dr. House?" She coldly asked, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him.

"Dr. House? I thought we were on a last name basis." He sarcastically replied.

"That would mean that we were somewhat friendly towards one another." She hissed, eyeing the car door he was now leaning against.

"You ready to go home or something?" He asked, looking back at the car as he began twirling his cane with his right hand.

"It's sort of implied, here are my keys," She held them up for him to see and continued. "And there is my car."

"I take it that you would like for me to move then so that you can go on your merry way?"

"That would be nice-"

"But I'm not a nice man, that's why you hate me." He replied, ceasing the twirling of the cane and taking a slight step away from the car. Not far enough for her to squeeze by, but still progress.

"I don't hate you all the time." She sighed, running her free hand through her hair.

"Right now?"

"Pure loathing." She replied, looking him straight in the eyes.

"So if I moved…" He trailed.

"It would decrease."

"The loathing or my chances of getting laid?"

"Is that why you followed me, to get some?" She asked, her eyes now becoming slightly playful.

"In part, mostly I just wanted to aggravate you."

"You've already accomplished that House, it's getting late."

"Answer my question then."

"What question?" She sighed, her eyes widening as he once again closed the distance between them.

"Twice in one day." He said coolly as he approached her.

"What are you talking about?"

"Three times!" He exclaimed. "You are unsuccessfully attempting to evade a conversation, it's a characteristic of yours, annoying yet charming. You'll keep my busy for a while."

"What do you mean keep you busy?" She asked, suddenly becoming defensive.

"You and your mysteriousness, how quickly we forget things. Or are you one of those people who only hears what she wants to?"

"Selective hearing?"

"Not quite, you just choose not to talk about things that have happened. I think that's one of your major problems."

"Like you don't have any problems." She replied, her voice staying calm.

"I never said I didn't have problems, but right now we're talking about you."

"Ok then, now that we've discovered the source of my problems, may I please go home?"

"I don't see why not, technically you're not on my time." He shrugged, looking down at his cane.

"But you're on mine, now move." She replied forcefully, squeezing between him and the car only to be pressed against it again, this time by only his body.

"I have never and will never claim to be perfect or think myself above the bullshit that encompasses my life on a day to day basis. I however do not cower and request clinic duty when I can no longer control myself around my boss. I know that I can be a prick at times and I have been called a million times worse by almost everyone I have ever come into contact with, including you. But of all the people I know, you were the last one ever thought would hide when things became a little difficult." He spat the last of his words before walking towards his bike, conveniently parked three spaces from her.

Her mouth opened in retaliation as he revved his engine and drove off into the night. Reaching inside her jacket pocket she placed a cigarette into her mouth and lit it quickly. Inhaling sharply she exhaled quietly, staring after him and cursing him for all that he was worth.

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