House and Cameron moved back into his office after a few minutes of intense silence, the sound of which was almost deafening.
Not to mention House's aversion to Chase's cologne only seemed to have gotten worse.
House could feel her mounting apprehension as she sat next to him on his couch.
He sighed softly. He took her mug from her hands and sat it on the floor along with his and pulled her into his lap well aware that they were exposed to the gazes of whoever looked into his office, but comforting her was far more important.
"What's wrong?" he asked brushing his lips against her neck in a soft kiss before pulling back to look in her eyes for her answer.
"We had our first kiss two days ago and now we're telling people that we're practically husband and wife." She sighed. "It just seems a little fast."
"That's your head talking," he whispered, "What does your heart tell you?"
"To hold you and never ever let you go." she said quietly.
"Then that's all that matters."
His arms tightened around her.
"But what will people think?"
"Let them think what they want, as long as we're together and happy, who cares?"
"Greg, I care that we have to work with these people, I care that we'll have to both see and feel their stares and I don't know if I could do that."
She felt uneasy, she had felt Foreman and Chase's stares and they made her uncomfortable.
They still did.
"Allie, I'll be right here with you." he said in a gentle soothing voice, his hand moving beneath her shirt, his fingers caressing her bare skin, "We can do this."
"But..." she started.
"I know its fast. I know to some people it might look as if I'm taking advantage of you or you're sleeping with me to climb the career ladder but we know it's for us, I love you and you love me."
He turned towards the conference room and muttered in a low growling tone.
"Hopefully everyone will realise that soon." He said staring at Chase.
His anger disappeared as fast as it came.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips to hers.
"But Greg it's going so fast!" She said worriedly, "Two days and we're practically living together and planning to have children!"
"I know, I know." he sighed dropping his head in submission, "But it feels right doesn't it?"
"It feels like it's what I was made for." she answered in a low reverent tone.
House smiled.
"That's exactly how I feel too. How can something so perfect be wrong? The way we feel when we make love, the way our hearts soared when we decided to have kids, hell even the way my whole body feels happy with the slightest touch tell me how that can be wrong?"
"Its perfect." she whispered reliving every sensation at his words.
"Then stop worrying." He muttered with a grin; then he gulped loudly, his features becoming suddenly serious, "Do you still want to go home and make our child?"
"Hmm, definitely," She answered with a sultry smile and pressing her lips to his.
With their lips touching it was all too easy to forget that they had absolutely no privacy in their glass box, their hands wrapped hungrily around them groping for skin and the many sweet spots they'd found over the past two days.
Their mouths and tongues worked feverishly against the others.
They would have easily ended up reaching for buttons were it not for the opening of his office door.
"Um guys?" Wilson muttered from the doorway.
They groaned lightly and separated.
"You do know that everyone can see you, right?" Wilson continued.
House sighs, "So much for using that as a deterrent."
They disentangle on the couch only to stand and tangle once more.
"So why the interruption?"
"I figured you guys could use a lift home."