Then he pressed his lips onto hers.
It took her only a split second to register what he was doing, before she started to kiss back.
At first it was a testing, exploring kiss but with every moment that passed it grew more and more fiercely.
As his hands moved from her cheeks to the small of her back, she wrapped hers around his neck, fingers grasping his hair, savouring every second.
It seemed like all the tension was being lifted from both their shoulders, as the kiss became more and more passionate. Both losing track of time, it wasn't until the phone rang did it bring them back to reality, breathing heavily when they parted.
Time stood still as they looked at each other, neither of them sure what the other was thinking. Cameron turned around and went to her desk to answer the phone, breaking the spell.
It was a nurse, telling her about a patient of hers she had treated two weeks ago in the clinic ago requesting her for a check-up. Cameron sighed, telling the nurse she would be down in ten minutes before hanging up. Slowly she calmed her breathing; in and out, in and out, leaning forward stemming her arms on the table before she went back to House's office.
She should have known he would be gone.
Two hours later she was in her car driving home. She had some trouble focusing on the street in front of her. Her knuckles were white because her fingers were wrapped around the steering wheel like her life would depend on it. And maybe it did.
This was not supposed to happen.
She had been over him; he never had been into her; so this never should have happened.
Truth was, she probably never was and he had probably always been.
Ten minutes and near miss crash later she entered her apartment. She didn't bother to taking off her pumps and her jacket; instead she slumped down on her couch, the only thing yet unpacked in the living room.
So there she was sitting, fully dressed, her purse clutched to her chest and staring at the naked wall in front of her where her TV used to be.
She did not know how long she had been sitting there when a knock pulled her out of her trance. Turning around she stared at the door like there was an alien waiting on the other side. Another knock. This time she recognized the distinctive sound of wood on wood.
Cameron slowly got up hesitantly, putting down her purse without breaking her look away from the door.
This was it. If she would let him in, something more than just kissing would happen.
It seemed like an eternity passed by until she had reached the door. She could hear the steady, nervous dull thump of his cane on the carpet as she leaned against the door, listening to it.
"Open the door."
She could hear his voice rustling quietly through the wood.
In retrospective she did not know what made her open the door in the first place, this time it didn't matter. It was like an invisible power was forcing her to.
Cameron stepped back and looked at House, standing in front of her, dripping wet from the thunderstorm which must have started after she had arrived back home. Or was it before? She couldn't remember.
House watched her with his eyes, glowing even bluer than usual. With a smooth move Cameron stepped aside letting him in.
A bright flash lit the room, the rain started to fall even heavier as she closed the door behind him.
In a flash as quick as the lightening she felt his arms turning her around, pushing her against the door. Once again his lips were on hers, his hips moulded against her, the rain creating a steady rhythm on her window. She could feel his hands opening the buttons of her jacket while he was kissing her neck.
A loud thunder made them stop, gasping for air, but House was still holding on to her jacket.
His look questioned her, asking if she really wanted this. Did she see worry?
Taking a deep breath Cameron knew every fibre of her whole being yelled at her to stop, she just couldn't stop what was about to happen any more than she could stop the world spinning. Instead she grabbed the hem of his shirt with one hand and ripped open his button down.
He threw the shirt down and turned back to Cameron's blouse, quickly opening every single button. She fiddled with his belt and opened it, then moved on to open the fly of his jeans, his arousal clearly noticeable now.
She looked up and started to kiss him fiercely again, her hands trying to pull his pants down.
"House," she whispered, her voice only a breath, almost inaudible, as she started to kiss his earlobe.
"I can leave," was his response, though he kept on undoing her bra.
Cameron scoffed, then closed her eyes as he cupped her breast,
"Bedroom," she whispered and slightly turned him around leading him.
House was grinning slightly, following her in his boxers and that was when she saw that he had dropped his cane when he had entered her apartment.
She turned around and pressed herself against him, supporting him while they walked over to the bed. Before they fell down she got out of her pants and got rid of his shirt as well.
As he entered her, the ear-shattering sound thunder growled through the room, deafening every single sound coming from them. It was like the forces of nature helped them to pretend this wasn't happening.
Cameron opened her left eye, staring into the bright sunlight that was flooding through the whole room.
The rain had stopped.
She was curled up on one side of the bed, the sheets pulled up under her chin, her face buried deep in the fluffy pillow. Closing her eyes once again she sighed, and got up, glancing at the clock. It was not even 7 yet, but she decided she would get up anyway.
The other side of the bed was empty
House had left 3 hours earlier, trying to keep as quiet as possible; it was useless since she had already been awake for twenty minutes already.
She knew it would end like this. It just had to.
Cameron took a long, hot shower and made some coffee. It was only 8.30, deciding she had time to go jogging.
Putting on her jogging clothes her cell phone started to ring.
Her first thought was that it would be House, that thought was quickly replaced by something else immediately. She had promised to call Joe last night.
"Hey Alli," she heard him saying cheery, people talking in the background.
"I am sorry I did not call, we had an emergency at the hospital," she lied.
"I figured," Cameron could hear him laughing slightly, "Listen, I talked to the landlord. He said we could use that little garden behind the building,"
"That's great"
"Yeah, right. So I thought I would come back on Monday around noon, I load everything on the truck and when you're done, we head down here,"
"Uh, yeah. Sure, sounds like a plan," Cameron said, trying to sound excited.
"Okay. I gotta go now, I am going to see you on Monday."
"Yeah."
"You okay, Alli?"
"Yeah, of course. I am sorry. I'm just a bit tired."
"Alright, take care. And I'll see you on Monday."
"See you then"
"I love you," Joe said.
"I know."
With that she quickly hung up and buried her face in her hands. What was going on with her? She had said this before, really easily, but now it just sounded wrong to tell him she loved him.
'After you just slept with your boss, for god's sake,' she reminded herself.
Shaking the thoughts away she put on her running shoes, grabbing her iPod and just started running.
House was sitting on his couch, watching TV, half listening to Wilson while was in the kitchen grabbing them a beer. It was late afternoon and as every week since Wilson was single again, they spend the night together.
So far, House hadn't said a word, being too deep in thoughts, not even being able to enjoy the monster truck rally in front of him.
Wilson slumped down next to him, handing him a bottle.
"Gravedigger's next?"
"Huh?" House glared at him, completely oblivious of the question.
Wilson looked at him,
"What's up?"
"I am thinking about on how I can kick you out of my apartment without getting up," House mumbled taking a sip of his beer.
"Cameron, huh?" Wilson guessed with a smug grin on his face.
House turned his face around and for a tiny second the shock of Wilson knowing what had happened was all over his face. House grimaced quickly to hide it but Wilson being his usual self immediately caught his expression,
"What happened?"
House didn't respond.
"Oh come on. Something happened, what was it?"
"Something will definitely happen if you don't shut up right now," he said with another pointed look towards Wilson before he focused back on his beer.
But Wilson didn't back down; not this time.
"Did you get her to stay?" he sounded a bit too excited for House's taste.
"No"
"Then what is it?" he was about to loose his temper with House.
House sighed putting the bottle down on the table leaning back but not looking away from the TV.
"We kissed, and then I went over to her place; we had sex."
Wilson almost chocked on the mouthful of beer he had been drinking when House had said that. Quickly he put the bottle down, wiped the beer from his shirt and watched the diagnostician carefully.
"Are you kidding?"
"No"
Again, House stayed calm, still looking at the monster truck running over the other cars.
"House!" Wilson almost screamed out like a girl, hardly containing composure, bouncing excitedly on the lounge.
"Hmm," now he turned around, finally facing Wilson who had the most brilliant look on his face. Somehow a strange mix of confusion, excitement and happiness.
"Seriously?"
"Yup," he answered shrugging, pulling out his Vicodin bottle.
"And she is not going to stay?"
"Don't think so," he dry swallowed two pills following them down with a big slug of his beer.
"Did you talk to her? I mean, are you going to do something?"
"Yes, I will," he got up, took his cane and went around the couch towards his bedroom, "I'm going to bed."
With that he entered his room, closed the door behind himself leaving a dumb-struck oncologist on his couch.
So, after I had the luck to get sick again, I finally found time to pretty much finish this story yay It will have 13 chapters, so get ready for the last three ;)
I hope you still enjoy reading and as always, comments are love and the only form of criticism I can get