Authors Note: The first bit is the start of a smut scene – one which I never elaborated on in a 'missing scene' but had intended on doing. If you guys want me to write it out in all it's detailed glory just let me know! :-D

Chapter 35 - Shower Tango for Two?

House awoke the next morning to a very strange sensation. Something warm and furry lay where something soft and squishy should be. "Duck?" He groaned, blinking his eyes awake in the dim light of the bedroom. It didn't take long to realize what had been wrong. "Jesus christ! God, get off the bed!" House pushed at the nearly full grown mountain dog.

"I'm not religious, but i'm betting there was at least one thing blasphemous in that sentence." Cameron smirked from the bathroom doorway. She'd had trouble sleeping, so when dawn approached she figured she may as well start her day. "Come here boy." She waved at the dog, who was lazily glancing around. At the command he yawned and pulled himself to his full height, his back legs nearly crushing House in the process. "God, come!" Obediently, the dog leapt off the bed and walked over to her.

House rubbed at his side, he just knew he was going to have dog nail marks across his ribs. "I may have taken the lords name in vain, but at least i'm not having sex with him." He smirked as he rolled out of bed and hopped on his good leg towards the bathroom.

Cameron gave God an affectionate rub behind the ears and then sent him off to Ryan's room. She could hear the water running in the shower and was starting to regret having just finished hers. "Yeah, that would be too much like having sex with yourself." She rolled her eyes, stepping into the slowly steaming bathroom. House was obscured behind the blue and yellow duck covered shower curtain so she couldn't see his reaction. "Oh come on, that was funny." She grabbed for the curtain and yanked it open.

He filled his lungs and gave out a terrified shriek, his hands gripping for the edge of the duck marked plastic, trying to cover himself. His outburst caused her to jump back, her eyes wide, afraid she'd actually upset him. She should have known better, because almost instantly he let go of the curtain and gave her a 'gotcha good' look. "You actually fell for that." He grinned, letting the curtain go.

"You jerk! Almost gave me a heart attack!" She swatted at him, which only resulted in him gripping her arm and pulling her into the shower as well. "House!" Her drenched bathrobe was quickly growing heavy, so she let it fall from her shoulders and tossed it onto the tile floor.

"Hey, you're the Tom peeping on me." He wrapped his arms around her bare shoulders and pulled her close. Now that she was there, he instinctively shared some of his weight onto her two good legs. "Wait, if you're the peeper, does that make me the peepee?"

She had to admit, in the circumstance it was rather funny. "You can be whatever you want to be." She purred into his ear, the hands around his shoulders pulling her closer. Soon their bodies were pressed together, leaving no gap for water to travel down. Cameron ran her fingers up the back of his neck into his wet hair, pulling him down for a kiss. "This is nice." She smiled, kissing him again.

House had to agree, although he was starting to wish their shower was actually built for two. They began to turn slowly, his balance still resting on her. When his back was to the far wall she stopped moving and began to slip a hand between their bodies. His hardness had been pressing into her stomach since he first pulled her to him. Now her hand was skillfully coiling around its base. He groaned at the touch, but pulled away. "Allison, I've got to be at the hospital in an hour." He watched as her hungry expression never changed.

Cameron pushed him back against the wall and slipped her hand once more down between them. She winked at him when he moaned once more. "Guess that means we'll have to be quick."

*****

"You're late." House winced as he heard the familiar voice stalking up behind him. He pushed the elevators 'up' button furiously, willing it to arrive sooner. As is the law of the universe, it did not, and he was now face to face with Cuddy. "And you haven't shaved." She eyed his scruffier than normal face. The elevator decided to open at this moment, so he wasted no time stepping in and forcing his way to the back corner. Unfortunately, she was not giving up that easily. "What were you doing all morning?" She eyed him suspiciously.

House looked at her challengingly. "You'd have been better asking 'who were you doing all morning?'" Cuddy groaned and closed her eyes to clear the images from her mind. He wasn't going to let her off that easily. "Oh come on fun bags, don't pretend you've never imagined yourself being pinned against a shower wall by a hot, blonde doctor?" The few other passengers did their best to keep from staring. "Of course, the rest of the imagery wouldn't apply to you," He lifted his cane and pointed towards her skirt. "unless you've got some fun bags down there I don't know about."

Cuddy swatted his cane away. "House!" She shot a threatening look at a nurse who had the poor judgment to glance their way.

He wasn't phased by this and continued with his hypothetical situation. "Of course, Dr. Cameron's a bright girl; thinks quick on her feet. I suppose the same would hold true on her knees." The elevator door sprang open before he could further embarrass the other passengers. Cuddy pointed for him to walk ahead, her face much less enthused than he had been hoping for.

She kept on his heels right up to him entering his outer office. Chase and Foreman were already glancing through a multitude of case files, neither looking up at his approach. "House," Cuddy pulled down on the hem of her jacket in irritation. "I would appreciate not being brought into your sexual fantasies."

He naturally interrupted her. "Oh, that wasn't a fantasy. I'm certain we could make it work." He turned his back and limped over to the coffee machine, which was unsurprisingly empty.

"The only shower scenario I want to be in, is one that doesn't involve you." She narrowed her eyes and walked towards the glass conference table to pull the charts from the two doctors. Chase was rather reluctant to let his go, since it had been doing such a good job hiding his awkwardness.

House turned around at this, a coffee filter in one hand. "I wasn't in that fantasy; just you and Cameron. Does that mean you agree? Can I watch?" He gave himself a mental slap, trying to shake the visuals from his mind. The image of the two woman having sex in the shower was not something he needed to be thinking about in public.

"Dude, she's about to deck you." Foreman smirked as he inched his chair away from the doctor. Cuddy had actually been considering this, but at the neurologists remark she took a deep breath and unclasped her hands from around the charts.

"Apart from the fact you agreed not to carry your personal relationship with Dr. Cameron into the workplace, you also agreed to an additional 40 hours of clinic time each month." She set the folders back on the table and headed towards the glass door. When she reached it she turned around again. "Do the clinic hours, House, or the next time you break a rule, or picture me naked, I won't be so forgiving." And she was gone.

House had given up on the coffee and tossed the filter into the bin. "Someone needs to get laid." He rolled his eyes as he turned back to his ducklings. They were looking at him cautiously, silently hoping the next thing out of his mouth would actually be medically related.

*****

Cameron tried not to glance at her watch again, she already knew they were running late and double checking was only wasting more time. Ryan was struggling to keep up with her as she navigated the parking garage towards the lobby of the hospital. She was supposed to be in by noon, but had been unable to get her brother dressed and ready on time. Now they were half walking, half sprinting through the double glass doors of Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.

"Alright Ryan, I gotta check in with House. You can come with me, or maybe go visit your friend Wilson." She pressed the elevators 'up' button continuously, willing it to arrive sooner. Ryan was watching the numbers above the doors light up in descending order. When it hit 2, they both stepped forward into the otherwise empty elevator. "Do you want to get it, Ryan?" She pointed at the panel of buttons.

Ryan was listening, but made no move towards the controls. Instead he lowered himself to the floor and took a seat by one of the side walls. "Ryan, not on the floor." She groaned as she stepped forward and hit the desired floor herself. "Come on buddy, it isn't clean." She leant forward to grasp his shoulder when suddenly the entire car bucked, tossing her head first into the solid metal wall. The impact sent her to the floor, her hands now grasping frantically for her crying brother. The car shook again, and this time the lights went out.