Disclaimer: the author does not, in any way, profit from the story and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creator(s).

Author's Note: Knowing the mechanism of addiction won't help you once you feel that first high; you'll always be chasing, racing for more. Now I've had some of the best reviews on the street, the hard stuff. Life is sure to spiral out of control.

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11

As they entered House's apartment he asked, "Okay, romantic evening in. It's ah…been a while. What do you want to do?"

"Order take-out and watch TV."

He shook his head, "Oh, you are SO the girl for me. Do you want to choose the food or the TV?"

"Um, food." She tossed herself onto his leather sofa.

He retrieved his pile of menus and dropped them into her lap along with the cordless phone and his wallet. "Anything you want, I'm just going to use the bathroom quick. Right back."

She could hardly focus on the task at hand; she was so shocked at the intimacy of holding his wallet, ordering his food. Get it together, Cam. She flipped through, and was charmed to see they were almost all annotated. The top menu, China Garden, boasted a strong red circle around #17, Pork Fried Rice, among other marks. The second from Taste of Thailand had a bold X through Yellow Curry Chicken. She decided on something with neither a positive or negative comment: Tandoori Chicken and naan for two from Mahrani.

House settled into the couch beside her and reached for the remote. "What did you pick?"

"Yellow Curry Chicken."

"Oh, I'll play your game."

"Indian food."

"Perfect choice. Now for the second half of your request: General Hospital."

"I am a General Hospital virgin."

He shivered. "Yummy. Okay, Sam slipped out to meet Jason. Shortly after he declared his love to her, she realized that Liz might be carrying his baby, and she went to investigate. Maxie prepared to tell Liz that she was also pregnant, but Liz was so furious about Lucky leaving rehab that she refused to listen. Upon later learning her rival is knocked-up, Liz returned home to Audrey's to discover Lucky, who refused to sign the divorce papers. Liz accused Maxie of trying to trap him."

"Trap who?"

"Lucky."

She squinted and cocked her head to the side. "I'm a bit confused."

"Hush, shh. Just watch." He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, propped his feet on the coffee table."

The food arrived; they ate and watched. "I don't get it, she said they were married."

"Yeah."

"And she said they were getting married."

"Again."

"Ooooh," she said with feigned comprehension. "This show is the most complete crap."

He kept his eyes glued to the screen, but threw a piece of naan bread at her.

"Hey!"

"Shh." They watched in silence until the closing credits rolled and he turned off the TV. "We should talk."

She was a bit nervous at this development. Honest talks with House usually got her in trouble. "What about?"

"Chiefly, what your punishment will be for calling General Hospital crap."

"Complete crap," she corrected.

"That kind of language isn't going to win you points with the jury. No, I was going to say we need to talk about work, what you want to happen."

"I thought—when I saw the card was signed Parker…" she trailed off. Her disappointment that she would have to keep their relationship a secret was evident.

"Well, I wasn't going to send you a big bouquet of destroyed reputation without discussing it first. Hey," he tipped her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "If one of us has a reason to be ashamed about this, it's you. I'm certainly not shy about it."

The corner of her mouth curled up into a half smile. She shook her head gently, "I'm not shy about it."

"That's good news, because we need to get some nude photos done: I want a t-shirt that says, 'I'm hitting that' and then your image."

"I'll hit you!" She punched his shoulder playfully.

He grabbed her wrists and restrained her gently. "Oh—now it's time for your sentencing."

"Already found me guilty?"

"Dr. Cameron, you willfully impugned General Hospital, TWICE. Do you want to make a statement of contrition before the jury decides your fate?"

She raised her chin in mock pride. "I stand by my comments."

He shook his head. "Well, I was prepared to be lenient, given it was your first offense. But you've shown yourself to be utterly without remorse."

"Utterly." she agreed. "What's it to be?"

"Torture." He reached for her waist and started to undo the fly of her pants. She lay back, her head on the arm of the sofa. He hooked his thumbs into her panties, and she arched her back to allow him to slide them and her pants off. He kissed a trail from her left knee, along her inner thigh. He exhaled a deep sigh. She felt it and trembled, contracted. "Take it back."

"Never," she said defiantly.

He raised an eyebrow as if to say, 'you asked for it.' With the flat of his tongue, he licked her; massaged her. She squirmed. She bent her knees, clenched her toes.

"Ngh," she gasped. She closed her eyes tightly and her body went taut. "I'm gonna—"

He pulled away just in time, and she glared at him. "Take it back."

"No," she moaned, and it came out sounding like a plea as he inserted two fingers, curled them forward. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he leaned down to suck her clit. She arched her back and tensed every muscle. She covered her eyes with her hand and pressed hard. "Just let me…Why?!" she exclaimed when he stopped again, keeping his fingers deep inside her.

"You know why." He teased her again, felt her clench down hard on his fingers. She thrashed her head from side to side and willed herself to come, but he kept her just tantalizingly close.

Finally she let out, "General Hospital…ngh ah…not crap."

He stooped just long enough to answer, "Not good enough."

"I…oh. Mmm. General Hospital is ah perfect." He sucked hard at her clit and she quaked under the force of her climax. He slid up lie beside her, held her. "You are SO going to pay."

"Oh?"

"Oh, yes."

"You couldn't even walk right now, much less make me pay." He stroked her thigh, ran his hand up under her blouse.

"Is that right?" she asked.

"Mm-hm."

Cameron stood up abruptly and tossed him his cane. "Let's go!" she called over her shoulder as she stormed toward the bedroom.

He followed her in. "What's it to be," he repeated her words.

"Take everything off and lie down."

He complied obediently. She removed her blouse and bra, kneeled between his knees. She looked into his searing blue eyes. "Do you want me to touch you?"

"Yes," he answered simply.

"For every touch, you're going to tell me something about you I don't know."

He winced, nodded.

She leaned forward and let her hand hover over his abdomen, raised an eyebrow.

"I was born in upstate New York." She kissed his abdomen and up his chest. When she reached his collarbone she paused. "My BA is in music." She rewarded him with a torrid kiss that left him panting, racking his brain. "I was on the lacrosse team."

She reached down and grasped his shaft. "High school or college?"

"Yes," he moaned as she stroked him. She took this to mean both.

"What else?" she prompted him. When he didn't answer, she dropped him like a hot potato. His eyes pleaded. "Not so nice, is it?"

"I play guitar." She again grasped him, and rubbed his head against her silken wetness.

"Acoustic or electric?"

"Gah. Both."

She increased the pace, and he bit his lip. She slowed down. "More?"

"More!" he demanded.

"No, you more."

"I speak mandarin."

She cupped his balls. "Something important."

He gasped. "I lied when I said I didn't like you."

"Already knew that." She inserted just the head, and went back to massaging herself with him. He moved his hands to her waist to take control. "No!" He dropped them back to the bed like lead weights.

"I want you," he said through gritted teeth.

"Already knew that. Come on."

"I…please."

"No."

"I…think about you when I take a pill." She pushed herself down on him, clenched her muscles around him. She reached down and entwined her fingers in his hands, moved above him. They were both very close. She leaned forward, pushing his hands against the mattress over his shoulders. Stifled their combined moans with a kiss. Within minutes they were asleep in each other's arms.

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Disclaimer: I don't follow General Hospital. House's words about the show are lifted almost verbatim from the internet; they may contain errors. Cameron's words are probably accurate.