Ok so I'm working on this one at the moment because one of my other TV shows is upsetting me a little bit… cough CSI NY cough

So I'm breaking them into chapters. The House/Cam is this chapter. Next will be Wilson/Izzie. Then Chase/Meredith.

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Chapter 8: The Leg Bone's Connected to the Hip Bone…

Cameron visibly swallowed, unsure if she'd heard him correctly. Evidently she had because his eyes had flicked briefly to her throat as she struggled to come up with the oxygen to respond.

Damn youth! Damn youth for making women like this! Damn the world for making Allison Cameron my karma.

"I… We shouldn't…What about…?" She fumbled, exhaling an aggravated sigh as she struggled to form a sentence.

"Unless you come with something more intelligent to say than that, I'm going to take matters into my own hands." He warned softly. His brain was screaming at him, telling him this was a terrible idea, that he shouldn't be seriously entertaining the idea of kissing his subordinate. However, there were a few other body parts that were weighing in…

His hands ached to touch her, to feel her soft skin under his slightly calloused hands, to pin her body to his, hold her there, make her feel what he felt.

His hips…. Well, that particular desire spoke for itself.

His ears wanted to hear her do that soft little sigh she did from time to time.

His lips wanted to taste her, to feel her tongue playing naughty little games with his, they wanted to suck softly at the white skin on her neck…

His body was a walking, OK limping, betrayal.

"Damn it Cameron." He whispered. And without another second of hesitation, he moved in.

His lips were on hers before she could even react to his last words. She slowly closed her eyes and stopped thinking. Just for once in your life, feel. She told herself before completely giving in.

He was half surprised she didn't push him away or at least stop him. But she didn't. Instead she was allowing him… No, she wasn't just allowing him, she was… She was participating.

He felt his body humming with arousal. He always felt a little on edge when it came to her, but man, she was doing things to him right now, he just couldn't believe. If this is what happens when all she does is kiss me, what happens if we… God…

Cameron felt herself slowly turning to goo on the inside. She'd admit, there had been several times where she'd thought about what it was like to kiss him… But never, ever, had it been this good. His tongue was softly probing her lips, asking for entrance. If she let him, this little make out session would continue, there would be no going back. Fuck it. She made the call. She slowly parted her lips to let him in.

His hand had long since abandoned the remote and both of his hands had alternated tangling in her hair and gripping her waist to bring her closer. He felt her lips part at the feel of his tongue and his hands instantly gripped her hips tighter. He knew what it meant. She wants to keep going.

Is this really happening?!? Am I actually… Oh God, he feels amazing.

He reluctantly pulled away after several more heart stopping minutes of swapping spit. His blue eyes met hers. "This is where I'm supposed to say something, isn't it?" He muttered, his lips making their way down her face, focusing on her lips… They were slightly swollen and a little red from the rough stubble on his cheek.

"Or I could say something…" She ventured after several deafeningly quiet moments.

He shook his head in disagreement. "No, that won't work. It should come from me." He muttered, lost in his thoughts.

A delighted smile crossed her face. He really wants to be the one to talk about it…

"If I let you do the talking, I'll be here all night waiting for you to string two thoughts into one coherent sentence." He continued, her effervescent smile obviously lost on him.

She sat patiently and waited for him to say something, to acknowledge what had just gone on between the two of them.

He rubbed his hand through his hair and sighed. She looked so naïve, so innocent, just sitting there, wide eyed, waiting for him to come up with something sweet and prolific.

"Ok so I'm not good at this. So I think, maybe, we should sit here, order food and talk about it later, when I've had more time to process." He suggested after a moment.

"I thought-" She started to interrupt, sitting up, only to be stopped by his hand on her shoulder and a stern look.

"You want me to talk? Fine. I will but not now. You push this Cameron, and I'll say things I don't mean and things I don't want to. For now, order dinner and sit next to me." He told her, his voice solid and unwavering.

She knew when concede. She swallowed her pride and her pain and did as she was asked.

They silently waited for their food to arrive. Burgers and fries. Cameron answered the knock at the door without House even having to so much as grunt.

She tipped him and took the food to the counter. She quickly removed all signs of pickles, added ketchup to his fries and added extra ice to his coke.

She's good… I didn't know she knew that much. The pickles, sure, even Foreman could've done that. But the ketchup and the coke… Maybe she's stalking me…

She was acutely aware of his eyes following her swift movements. She knew when he watched someone or something in this way, it fascinated him. I fascinate him… She tried with every muscle in her face to keep the grin at bay.

God, look at her. She's like a puppy. She knows the rules but it's taking everything to stop herself… Don't smile Cam… Don't give me that smile… Please…

He got his wish. She reined her emotions in and set his food in front of him. House, grateful for the distraction, attacked his food, his eyes on the TV the whole time.

She knew better than to expect a thank you. Just the fact that he hadn't snapped at her about the food was as close to a thank you as she'd get. And, though it had taken her awhile, she was OK with that.

They finished their dinner and movie in silence. The movie ended around midnight. "We should go to bed. We have to be there early tomorrow." Cameron said as she collected their plates and delivered them to the kitchen.

He watched her, the movements so natural, he could almost see her in his apartment, doing the same kind of thing, having the same kind of conversation. Stop, you aren't at home. You aren't even on the same side of the country. It's different here. What happens here, stays here.

He waited while she dumped their dishes in the sink. He was leaning against the wall by the door to her room. She joined him there after a few moments.

"Well, good night House. I'll see you in the morning." She said, reaching for the door handle, not really expecting anything.

He was quick. He grabbed her wrist with one hand, and her face with the other. He kissed her, quickly, smoothly, softly. It was a good night kiss. A real good night kiss.

Just as soon as it had started, it was over. It wasn't intended to be the kind of kiss that was passionate or hungry… It was simple. It said 'Good night, sleep well and I want to see you soon.' And really, that was all either of them wanted.

Now if only they could tell each other that…

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