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Chapter 9: Playing At Doctor

Cameron prayed at that moment that a God who she didn't believe in would come again. The Second Coming. That's what it was called. Actually, she was sort of excited about the plot they'd created. House really wanted to get Wilson back and trick him and she was quite happy to go along for the ride. She checked the clock. Four-thirty.

House walked out onto his balcony and called across to Wilson. "Hey, buddy. Need to talk to ya. I got issues." Wilson emerged; he couldn't help himself.

"You going to explain what is really happening with you and Cameron?"

"No way Jim. It's a secret." House tapped the side of his nose. "Where did I leave my Vicodin?" He smirked and almost to himself but loud enough for Wilson to hear said "She knew I would need it for this afternoon. Where did she hide it?"

Wilson walked closer to the edge and looked at House "This afternoon?"

"Yeh" he said absent-mindedly. "How long till four-fifty? I need to get to the Clinic."

Wilson smirked to himself. Four-fifty. Ha, he couldn't believe it had been that easy to extract information from House. But today he kind of seemed off his game – must be Cameron getting to him.

It was four-forty five and House was in the clinic. Early for the first time in his life and also quite nervous. He still wasn't sure what he was going to do. He had to do something to make Wilson think they were together. Something physical. He felt a bead of sweat drip down his face and tapped his cane impatiently. He was going to have to kiss her. Properly. He had never been that physically intimate with Cameron and he was slightly worried about it. She was going to get the wrong impression and think he liked her. And he sure did not. He had almost convinced himself of that now. It was so weird though, he was seventeen years older than her.

What if she didn't like the kiss? What if she pushed him away? It would ruin the trick. He tapped the ground again nervously and almost walked out the door. If he didn't do this though, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. He had to beat Wilson and this was the perfect way to do it. Kiss her, just one long kiss. Enough to convince Wilson. A sense of foreboding came over him. This could not end well for anyone.

The door opened and Cameron walked in with her lab coat still on; she had been running tests with Chase. "House, they were coming. What are we going to do? I'm like…" House cut her off holding her by her arms. She looked up into his eyes. "They are just up the hall. They will be watching now. I'll close the blinds a bit but leave them so Wilson and Cuddy can still see." She shook her head. "This is so incredibly awkward and weird." She half-closed the blinds. Yep, they were out there now.

Cameron walked closer to House and he moved over to her, taking two Vicodin to give him some courage. This was so wrong but Wilson was going to be soooo fooled. She blinked quickly as he hobbled over to her, his blue eyes piercing her. Her breathing grew heavy as he moved up against her body. Too close. He was almost fully touching every part of her. She looked up into his eyes and gulped. What the hell did he think he was playing at? He leant down and reached one hand up, trailing a finger along her cheekbone.

This was ridiculous. She was clearly absolutely involved in what he was doing but Wilson was such a sucker! Her eyes grew wider and he grinned at her reassuringly. She thought he looked amazing… his eyes were so blue and his slight grin was getting to her way too much. She whispered into his ear as she stood on her toes. "Christ House, just kiss me already."

He did. He cupped her cheek and tilted her face up to meet his. House dropped his cane and put an arm tightly around her waist to keep himself steady as he touched his lips to hers. One hand held her as the other brought her closer to him. Body against body. Cameron couldn't believe it. House was kissing her. She couldn't help but return the favor.

He looked at her, willing her to stop him but Cameron just whispered against his lips asking for more. He gave in. She tugged on his lower lip asking for entry that he willingly gave. He had forgotten about Wilson and Cuddy, all thoughts flying out the window as she moved up against him and kissed him senseless.

Wilson pressed his face up to the gap it in the blinds and as he did he opened his mouth in shock. Cuddy poked him. "Wilson, move right now. What the hell are they doing?" Wilson moved and almost fell over as he let Cuddy see what was happening in the Clinic. "My God Wilson. They're kissing and not a peck on the cheek kind of kiss. They are not faking! You were so wrong." She gasped.

House pushed Cameron up against the wall and she ran her fingers through his hair as he let his hands roam on her back and hips. He had never noticed all the curves she had; her lips, her waist, her butt. He lowered his hands all the while keeping his mouth occupied. Cameron took a breath. "House, we... no... not here" he continued fondling her, and started clutching at her shirt. "House... Cuddy, Wilson..." She giggled as he touched a sensitive spot. "...they're watching us..." She broke off as House held tight trailing soft kisses along her jaw line.

"And?"

"House. You were about to undress me"

"Noooo. I was just admiring the buttons on your blouse. And your zipper. And God, Cameron this is the best trick I've ever played on Wilson."

She giggled and whispered into his ear, still running her hand lightly along his collarbone "Yeah. Reckon we fooled him and Cuddy?"

"Nope. We have to try harder. Now." He reached for her and roughly pushed his lips back on hers. She complied but only for a few minutes until she realised she had now kissed her boss a lot in front of her boss' boss and best friend.

"House. I think they get it. You can stop now."

"Mmmmm...Do I have to?"

She smiled and nibbled his earlobe. "Yes. Besides you know you don't even like me. You've had your fun" She left a trail of kisses along his neck and jaw as she pulled slowly away swaying provocatively as she moved backwards. House tightened his hold on her, not yet ready to let go. "C'mon House." She avoided looking in his eyes. She knew she would melt and stay forever then if he asked her to. She straightened her blouse, smoothed her hair and picked up House's cane for him. "Have a fun talk with Wilson."

House licked his lower lip, savoring the taste left there. "Yeah..." he trailed off and realising he was in pain reached in his jacket pocket for his pills, dry swallowing three. Cameron smiled and sat down on the chair. He smirked "Want me to give you a lap dance, do ya? Didn't know you liked that kind of thing".

"House. I actually do have work to do. Jefferson in Immunology asked if I could give a consult so I really have to go. I was meant to be there" She checked her watch. "Twenty minutes ago"

"Fine. Leave me here to sit and wallow in self pity and rejection. I wasn't as good as Wombat-boy, was I? How depressing"

Cameron stood up and once again moved up and reached for House's collar and wound an arm around his neck. Standing on her toes she kissed him again, long and hard. He responded. "Much better than Wombat-boy." He smiled and took his cane off her. "Go, be free and work. I will sit and contemplate and think deep thoughts for 5 seconds until Wilson ambushes me. Have fun, and tell Cuddy not to be jealous." He held her tightly one last time and whispered into her hair "And Cameron I do not like you so don't go around telling everyone that I do or I will make you do consults on all the clinic patients that have problems downstairs. Get it?"

Grinning she told him she certainly did.