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Chapter 14
Later that night alone in his apartment House was trying to keep thoughts away, one of the disadvantages of being a brilliant doctor, he could never shut his brain off. So he needed a little help from his friends, pills and scotch. Since pills are now out of the equation, scotch it was.
His mind was a battle of confuse thoughts, he liked Cameron and it scared the hell out of him. He kept fighting all thoughts of her, how she smelt so good, her smooth skin, her silky blond hair, and her eyes. What was up with those eyes? Sometimes they were green others blue, sometimes they were even grey. She should just pick a damn color and stick with it! Urg! Even her eyes were a puzzle, whenever House thought he had her all figure out, she would do or say something and he was back to the start.
Ok, so the alcohol wasn't working, damn Wilson and his meddling! He needed to forget all this for one night and give his brain some rest, therefore more alcohol was in need, except there wasn't any more scotch in the house. Living with Wilson would do that. Pushing himself up from the couch House grabbed his cane, jacket and keys and decided to go to a bar, no limit of booze there.
"Another." House signaled to the bartender.
"If you keep this up I'm gonna have to take your keys." The bartender said as he poured him another glass.
"Here, take them. I'm planning on getting wasted tonight." He places the keys on the counter.
"Who's the woman?"
"What makes you think it's a woman?" The bartender sent him a knowing glare, he's a bartender that's what he does. House rolled his eyes.
"She hot?"
"Yeah."
"Married?"
"Not anymore."
The man was trying to find what was wrong with said woman, to drive House to drink senseless.
"Doesn't like you?"
"She does."
"Bad in bed?" He was running out of ideas.
"She's great."
"So you're saying you have this hot single sexy woman who wants you?"
House hadn't put quite like that, but ok.
"Yeap."
"Then what are you doing here? You're an idiot if you don't go to her!"
House shot him a glare. This twenty something guy didn't know him, didn't know the first thing about his complicated weird relationship with Cameron, a thing at all! And damn he was right!
"I'll call you a cab." The bartender turned around.
Cameron was sound asleep when a noise disturbed her. It sounded like a knock on her door. She was probably just dreaming. Bang bang. There it was again, Cameron rolled around in bed and headed to the door cursing on her way, she swung the door open to face whoever was disturbing her.
"House?" She said sleepily.
He took his time watching her, she was wearing some tiny white tank top and matching bottom pants, her hair was a tangle mess framing her sleepy face, she looked so innocent like a little girl, oh but he knew she was all woman.
"You need to leave." He stumbled inside almost tripping.
"You're drunk, and I can't leave it's my apartment." He wasn't making any sense.
"Always so literal!" He plumped himself on the couch his cane falling on the floor.
"House its one in the morning, I need to sleep so what are you doing here?" She was standing in front of him now.
He wrapped his arms around her body resting his head against her stomach. She was a little surprised by his touch.
"You're in my head and I can't get you out, you need to leave my head." He mumbled.
She smiled, he must be really drunk otherwise he wouldn't admit it to her. She started to massage his scalp, and he moaned in contentment.
"I should call Wilson, tell him you here. You didn't drive here did you?"
He looked up into her concerned eyes.
"I may be drunk but I'm not stupid I took a cab."
"You have to let me go so I can get the phone."
"No." His grip tightened. "Wilson's not as pretty as you to look at, besides his away in a conference."
She forgot about that, Wilson had mentioned it to her earlier.
"Still you need to let go." He loosened his hold of her and she stepped back.
"Come on, I'll help you." She extended her hand for him to take.
They stumbled their way till they reached the bathroom.
"What are we doing here?" He asked confused. Slowly she sat him on the toilet lid and started undoing his shirt buttons.
"Now we're talking!" He immediately pulled her closer and ran his hands on her back under her top.
She swatted his hands away, and he frowned.
"You're drunk you need to take a shower to sober up a little." And she removed his shirt.
"No, what I need right now is you."
"I thought you wanted me out of your head." She teased.
"I do, but I'm complicated." He shrugged.
"So you want me, but you don't want to want me?" She was going to take advantage of his drunken state and milk him for all the information she could. House with a loose tongue is a rare thing.
"Something like that. You're making me have all this feelings, I'm Gregory House I stopped doing feelings a long time ago." He stated, and she chuckled.
"It seems that apparently you still do!" She took the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.
"You're making me soft." He groaned in defeat raising his arms up to help her.
"Get up." He supported himself on her shoulders and did so.
When she kneel down to start working on his belt and zipper he grabbed her wrists and stopped her. He was drunk but not that drunk. Tension filled the small room. She looked up at him and saw something in his big blues eyes.
"House." He didn't say anything back.
Realizing what this was about she sighed. Even now after everything he was still self-conscious about his scar.
"I've seen it before."
"That was different." For him it was different. The other times desire and lust was on their minds and her bedroom was dark. Now with no lust to disguise it and the bright lights of the bathroom she would get a full view of his scar. Cuddy had seen it but then again she'd seen it before right after his infarction, hell she even helped to put it there, but Cameron was different, he just couldn't deal if she was repulsed by it.
"House, I don't care, I never did." He let go of her hands. Carefully she lowered his pants uncovering half his scar, then she pulled his boxers down giving her a full view. Memories of their two nights together flooded back to her mind and she couldn't stop the blush on her cheeks.
Cameron touched his scar softly trying to show him she didn't care.
He searched her eyes for disgust, pity, something but found none. Instead he saw a deep care for him and something else. Love.
"Come on, get in the tub." She helped him get in and turn on the water.
"I'll go get some towels."
When House stepped out of the tub he was a bit more sober, he saw the towel she left for him and put it around his waist but didn't see his clothes. Entering her bedroom his t-shirt and boxers were on her bed and the rest of his clothes in a chair in the corner of the room. Was he spending the night? He got dressed and was about to go look for her when she appeared with a mug on her hand.
"Here, I thought coffee would be good."
"Thanks." He took a sip.
"You should go to sleep your head is going to kill you in the morning." That answered his question. He got in bed and waited for her but she didn't follow him. He gave her a questioning look.
"I'll just take this to the kitchen, I'll be right back." She grabbed his mug and left the bedroom.
Washing the mug Cameron took a moment to think this through. House had just admitted he liked her, of course he had to be drunk to do it, still it was improvement. But how would things be in the morning once he sobered up completely? Would he deny it and back down? Or was this a step in their twisted relationship? She was beginning to sound like him over thinking everything, years working with him would do that to a person.
Standing in the doorframe of her bedroom she took in the sight before her, House was dead asleep on his back one hand on his stomach the other on his side. She crawled under the covers and watched him he looked so peaceful. Cameron memorized him like a picture afraid she would never have another chance to see him this way.
"God, I love you." She whispered and joined him in sleep.
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