House opened the door to Cuddy and the male members of the Cameron family; two of them looking very nonplussed the other livid.
He opened the door just enough to stick his head out of the room.
"Cuddy!" He said over enthusiastically. "And what brings you to this quaint little room in the neurology department today?"
"House you can't kick a patient's family out of the room even if the patient is your girlfriend and employee."
House shivered a little at the sound of the word "girlfriend" but he shook it off soon after a millisecond of thought.
"She wanted them out too." He protested childishly.
"I want to talk to her." Cuddy said commandingly.
House sighed and rolled his eyes.
He opened the door and stood to the side a little.
Cuddy and Jeremy moved forward.
House let Cuddy by but as Jeremy neared he held out his hand and said in a patronizing tone. "Stay... good dog." And closed the door and blinds in his face.
Cuddy looked around.
"Where's Cameron? And why have you stripped the bed?" She closed her eyes and sighed deeply. "House, so help me, if I find out you two soiled those sheets with some quick romp your ass will be in the clinic for all eternity."
"Well if it's just my ass, maybe I could have it removed." he said sarcastically. "Of course we didn't have sex!" he hissed, "Do you think either of us are in any condition to do that anytime soon."
"You're an evil genius, House. I wouldn't put it past you to have come up with a solution. Now where the hell is Cameron?"
"She's in the shower." He said quietly, "And the reason why she's in the shower and the sheets are in the laundry bin is because the stress of the week is taking its toll on her body."
"What do you mean?"
"She's going to turn into the devil for the next few days."
"What?"
"Time of the month." he said condescendingly, "Surfin' the crimson wave. Aunt Flo is visiting. The red river flows. Drippin' chilli. Ridding the cotton pony. Got the painters in. Sailin' the red sea..."
"Okay, okay, okay." She sighed in an exasperated way closing her eyes wishing away his vivid words, "I get the picture."
"She'd been stuck in here with her brothers and her Dad too embarrassed to say anything. I'm taking care of her." He said in a deep sure tone.
Cuddy stared at him a nodded slightly. "Okay."
"I have to go out and pick up some stuff I don't want anyone in here but a nurse to put more sheets on that bed okay? And make sure know that. No one, I repeat goes near the bathroom door let alone in it... it's unlocked and Al…Cameron's all naked in there." he said his body shivering as much as his tone.
Cuddy smirked. "Understood and I'll make sure everyone else understands too though I might not go into the details that you seem to be very interested in."
House sighed and rolled his eyes. "Just keep them out."
"Consider it done." Smiled at him and left the room. "Gentleman if you'll follow me this way please." House heard her say in a diplomatic manor as she led the Cameron's to the waiting area.
House smirked grabbing his cane and left the room just as a nurse walked towards the room with fresh blankets in her arms.
House stared her down. "What did Cuddy tell you?"
"Uh...um she said put sheets on the bed and get out before you came back or... or she'd have me on bed pan duty for the rest of my life." she stuttered and stammered looking fearfully into his eyes.
House smiled almost kindly.
"Great!" he said nearly bouncing down the hall.
He pressed the bell of the stethoscope to her locker and memorised the code with ease for future reference. He found the box of tampons with ease and had a cursory look through the items of her locker; a few magazines, a few novels; some trashy romance, a book of poetry and the latest Stephen King to his surprise which he pocketed. He also found her iPod and slipped that in next to the horror book to scroll through later at his leisure. He closed the locker and opened the closet in the locker room stocked with fresh scrubs. He picked out a small pair of purple pants and a large purple shirt knowing it would still allow easy access to her wounds and be easier to put on. Wrapping the box in the folded clothes he tucked the package under his arm and headed back to Cameron's room.
He smirked at Jeremy who still sat in the waiting area with his bother and father with a scowl comparable with any toddler who'd just had his favourite toy stolen. Jeremy stood and tried to move towards him. House smirked wider as William told him sternly to sit down.
House disappeared into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.
He turned to the dresser, depositing the book and her iPod on the top and rubbed his hands in anticipation. They pulled the drawer open slowly.
Its contents were entirely disappointing.
House sighed and reasoned that he shouldn't have gotten so excited considering her Mom and Dad had packed her bag.
He picked out a pair of shorts and moved to the bathroom door once more happy to hear the shower was still running.
His knuckles rapped against the door.
"Come in!" She called once more.
House grinned and walked in closing the door gently behind him. "And what would you have done if it was someone else?"
"Told them you were going to kick their ass." she said with a smirk.
"I'm sure they would have run from the room screaming." He said sarcastically, moving further into the room setting his finds on the cistern before lowering the lid of the toilet and sitting down watching her through the frosted glass the sight far better up close than from across the room.
His blood grew hotter and his palms slightly damp.
"Enjoying the view?"
"Oh yeah." He muttered resting his chin on the top of his cane and watching her body intensely.
She giggled slightly and shut off the spray.
A silence spun through the room.
"Turn around and close your eyes." She said gently her head emerging from the shower cubicle.
House was entranced by the pathways of droplets of water as they made their way down her arm. "What difference does it make whether I do both or one? Can't I turn around close my eyes... better yet stay facing this way with my eyes wide open." He finished with a soft grin across his lips.
She smirked at him.
"No chance."
Not yet, they thought simultaneously.
"What if I just turn around?" He asked doing so.
Taking a deep breath she said confidently, "If you don't close your eyes now they won't see anything later."
"Fine." He sighed closing his eyes all his other senses on high alert.
He heard the rustle of the towel as she passed it over her body and her hair. He could feel her breath on his neck as she reached over to the box at his side. He could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo wrapping around him.
"You know if you need any help I'd only be too happy to oblige." He murmured in a low tone.
"I've been doing this since I was 13; I think I can handle it." She said with a smirk.
"You've been putting things in your vagina since you were 13?" He asked in mock surprise. "That's so interesting. If you've been putting things in there since you were 13 I bet the sex with you would be pretty kinky."
Cameron slapped his arm.
"Hey," He said chuckling, "Leave the cripple alone."
"Oh stop being a baby." She murmured into his ear reaching for her shorts.
House shivered.
She pulled on her shorts with a little difficulty, for all intensive purposes only able to use one hand.
"Have you still got your eyes closed?" She asked teasingly.
"Yes." He answered tiresomely.
"I think I should check."
House tensed.
She stood behind him, so close he could feel her heat all across his back. Her hands rested on his shoulders. He breathed deeply. They moved slowly upwards, he groaned the instant her still damp fingers began to move through his hair. He could feel his hair spiking upwards in messy wet locks.
His lips parted and he breathed deeply both soothed and aroused by her touch.
"Damn." He muttered appreciatively.
"Are your eyes still closed?" She asked in a tone similar to his.
"Yeah." He whispered.
She moved forward pressing her body to his back as her hands touched his forehead and began to explore his skin gently and covering his eyes, feeling that they were closed.
Her hands moved to his chin and lifted it so that the crown of his head was lost somewhere near her breasts.
"You can open them now."
He opens his eyes and stares up at her.
"You're... you are fantastic." he said softly.
She smiled and lowered her lips gently to his.
House closed his eyes again and focused entirely on her kiss, the touch of her fingertips across his cheeks and the scent of her that surrounded him.
Her lips moved so softly against his he could hardly be sure they were there at all but the taste of her made his lips tingle and his body shiver.
"Hmm, the things I could do to you right now." He mumbled against her lips.
He felt her shiver.
"But no matter how horny either of us are, we can't do anything... Cuddy banned us. Plus you're all yucky and I just changed the sheets." He said with a grin.
"What makes you think I'm horny?"
House rolled his eyes.
"It's one of your symptoms."
She frowned slightly.
He smirked, "How else do you think I knew you were early?"
"My symptoms you say?" she said curiously.
House rolled his eyes, "You want me to tell you them all?"
She pulled back and reached for her pants. "Go for it." she said making sure he was still faced away from her.
"You look more tired when you come in the morning because you sleep was disturbed by cramps and varied temperature. You get up early instead of tossing and turning for another hour and go for a long jog in the morning to ease your cramps and so you can have the full fat chocolate muffin at lunch. And for four whole days you get this look in your eyes like you don't know whether to kill me or throw me down on the ground and have your wicked way with me. Coincidentally you become memorised by the sight of me with a sucker wondering what other delights my tongue might be able to feast on. I assume it's escaped your notice so far but I eat more suckers when you like that... I find it amusing and far more pleasurable." He said with a grin. "I think that about covers it."
Cameron pulled on her pants and stood there in awe listening to his words. "How the hell...?"
House smirks. "Because I'm just good." He said with a grin. "Don't worry it was all very subtle but entirely ego boosting considering I was the only one you looked at like that. Though I think I can remember a few rather disturbing looks in Wilson's direction."
His body shivered at the terrifying memory.
Cameron rolled her eyes and kissed the top of his head. "You're exaggerating."
"Only a little." he moped.
She stroked his neck gently, her body pressing against his back once more.
"Greg." She said in a low tone. "I only look at you like that."
"Good." He said possessively.
"Now I need you to help me get my shirt on." she said pressing it to his chest and quickly turned her back to him. "I can't walk around shirtless all day."
"What a shame." he said standing with a smirk on his lips before turning around.
The creamy expanse of her back was just as breathtaking as the first time he saw it. He dropped the shirt back down on the lid of the toilet and brushed her hair aside to let it fall across her uninjured shoulder before resting his hands on her hips.
"What happened to getting my shirt on?" She asked teasingly.
"Just a minute." he murmured and lowered his lips to the back of her neck as his hands moved further around her to meet over the waistline of her pants.
"Greg." she whispered, her left hand resting over his carefully. "You know you're exacerbating my symptoms right now and you were the one who said we couldn't do anything."
"Just a minute." he whispered and kissed down her spine and along her shoulder blade and around her bruised skin. "I think it's healing well."
She answered him with a soft and distracted hum.
He stepped forward pressing his body entirely to hers.
She gasped slightly at the feel of him, his reaction to seeing her in the shower and her soft touches and kisses now pressing against her ass. "Greg." She said hoarsely.
"Allie." he murmured moving to her shoulder and up her neck.
Her body shivered with his every touch but it wasn't with cold but with the intense heat that flowed through her veins.
He kissed her earlobe gently. He sighed slightly and rested his head against hers. "We should probably get that shirt on you."
"Probably." she said with a soft sigh and rubbed her hand gently across his.
He kissed her neck once more and pulled back, his body shivered as did hers at the lack of contact and warmth. He picked up the shirt and unfolding it bunching it so that he could easily guide it up her right arm and then pull the rest of the material over her head. He moved his arms around her once more and slid the shirt silently and carefully up her arm pulling the shirt down over her torso almost reluctantly as he watched her skin disappear beneath the purple material. He pulled her hair out gently from beneath the large shirt.
"All done." He said gently.
She turned and slid her left arm gently around his neck. "Far from it." She whispered with a soft smile.
He smiled back, "Good to know," he murmured and kissed her softly.