smut is present in this chapter

Later that day Cameron stopped in House's office before leaving.

"I'm going to grab a late dinner, you want to come?" She asked quickly.

"Yeah, what do I wear?" He asked in a mocking tone.

They were leaving dinner. They'd accomplished spending an hour together with only small talk neither willing to bring up the topic of Grayson.

"You want to sleep with me." House said it wasn't a question.

"Yes." She admitted knowing it was obvious to him so she had no reason to lie.

"Why?" He asked.

"I don't know." She said.

"Well you don't want to sleep with Chase or Foreman, so there has to be something." He said.

"I'm attracted to you. You walk into a room and I can feel my blood heat. I know it would be amazing." She said.

"Let me take you home." House said finally deciding he was tired of denying them both.

"Gray." She said remembering his son.

"My place." He said then.

"Ok." She said looking over at him as he started the car. "Why now?"

"I want you." He said and she continued staring at him expecting more. "My life is about to become far more complicated." He said referring to Gray. "I don't want this to get lost in everything." He told her and she was shocked to put it mildly to hear a statement like that out of Greg House.

"Drive fast." She said and saw him suppress a smile.

They got to his place and he let her go in first and then closed the door and turned the lock.

"Much more homey then I expected." She said looking around his place including his piano and books everywhere.

"Want a drink?" he asked.

"No." She said.

"Well I do." He said and poured himself a scotch and slammed it back.

"Been a while?" She asked.

"No I spent the afternoon dealing with Cuddy's discipline, draining, boy is that woman flexible. I need time and sustenance to recharge." He shot back. "And there's the leg thing."

She walked up to him and started to undo his jeans and he just stood there watching her face. He let her push down his pants he kicked off his shoes and the pants away leaving him in boxers with his shirt and jacket still on.

Cameron moved in and saw the deep scar with taut stretched skin on his right thigh and pushed up his shorts a little to see all of it. She skimmed her fingers over it and his leg twitched. She looked up at his face and sighed as he let her explore.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

"It aches and starts to burn sometimes, spreading." He admitted to the severe pain that often plagued him. "But right now there are other feelings winning out in my brain. I can only stay standing on my leg for so long." He reminded her of the fact he wasn't leaning on his cane.

"You got some hot legs." She said.

"My daily runs." He told her thinking of the physical therapy and his swimming. "Now let's see yours." He said as they moved to his room and sat on the edge of his bed.

His hands traced over her waist lighting her skin on fire and quickening her breath. She was standing between his legs he pushed off her jacket and began unbuttoning her shirt. Her chest was heaving. He leaned forward his lips following his hands down her body. Pretty soon they were both in their underwear their hands and mouths exploring.

"Wait." She got out breathlessly.

"What?" He asked gruffly.

"Kiss me." She said. He grinned and in an instant he was over her his mouth covering hers.

Hours later she collapsed again laying down and rolling off from where she was on top of him.

"Christ woman. If I'd known it would have been that good you'd have been in my bed months ago. And every night after." He sighed and she caught the wince that followed.

"Where are they?" She asked.

"There's a bottle in the night table." He said the pain growing and cramping setting in. He swallowed the pills she gave him she could tell the pain was still gonna be bad for a little bit. So she reached down and took a hold of him and slowly teased and pumped him waiting for his body to recognize that feeling instead.