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Chapter Ten

"Jimmy, I'm telling you… She's putting something in my food," House grumbled to Wilson over lunch the next day. "I've slept with her for two nights in a row, for Christ's sake. Slept with her."

Wilson dropped his fork. "Wait… You two had sex?"

"No," House snapped with a frown, stabbing a piece of steak angrily. "We've slept together. That's it. Slept."

"Like … just … slept. In the same bed."

"No, Jimmy, on the couch," he snarked, tilting his head to the side before throwing his own fork down. "Yes, in the same bed. She's driving me insane. I swear to God… She always smells like some sort of fruit mixed with mint, her hair is always falling into her eyes and you'd think it would bother her but it doesn't appear to, and she keeps her apartment immaculately clean. I still haven't heard from those damned exterminators, and if I don't hear from them soon, I may really lose my mind."

Wilson sat back and crossed his arms, giving House a knowing smirk. "I've seen you like this before," he said calmly. "Except it wasn't so manic. You were much cooler about it with Stacy."

"Forget Stacy!" House exclaimed, looking slightly panicked. "I've held Cameron, Jimmy. Held her." He frowned deeply when his best friend began laughing. "Just what the hell is so funny?"

"You! Look at you! You're in love with Allison Cameron!" His laughter continued and he held his gut. "You've fallen in love with the queen of niceness. Has it rubbed off on you yet, Greg? Ooh! Are you going to start wearing your lab coat like a good boy?"

"Go to hell," House grumbled, poking at his food. "I am not in love with her. She is nothing more than a pleasant distraction." When Wilson hadn't stopped laughing, House threw a fork at him. "Would you stop that?"

"Greg, come on… Stop denying it. You've fallen for Cameron." He smiled and spoke seriously to his friend. "Honestly, I'm happy for you. She's good for you."

"She isn't good for anyone. She's a train wreck."

"Technically, she's only half of one. You're the other half. I'd suggest letting the wreck happen." When House didn't respond, Wilson looked at him sternly. "Greg, I'm serious. The two of you together… Hell, Cuddy would even turn the other way. Chase and Foreman would, too. As long as you kept it quiet, no one in the hospital would care."

"She's my employee, Jimmy. Sleeping with her is one thing. Hell, sex with her is one thing. Seeing her would be quite another. She'd expect me to treat her differently at work."

"She would not, and we both know that," Wilson defended immediately. "She's worth a whole lot more than you give her credit for. Now stop dwelling over this and go do something about it."

"What do you expect me to do!" House exclaimed. "Go up to my office and announce it to the world? I'm not like you, Jimmy. I don't want any romantic bullshit and I'm not about to offer it, either. Cameron needs someone who will."

"She's slept in the same bed as you! If she does need roses and chocolates, she certainly isn't going about getting it the right way." He paused and studied his friend closely. "She's been head over heels for you for, what… Two years now? One and a half? If someone better for her had come along, she would have snatched him up."

"She had sex with Chase," House pointed out.

"She was high on drugs!" Wilson laughed in disbelief. "Stop doing this to yourself, Greg. Take your lunch and go to your office and wait for her. Talk to her. Tell her at least some of how you feel."

"I'm not doing that. It's insane."

They were quiet for a while before Wilson took in a slow breath. "She isn't Stacy, Greg. She's not going to-"

"I know she's not," he cut the oncologist off. "I spent a good twenty minutes last night contrasting the two of them." He stabbed his food and left the fork in it. He was at a loss. For once in his life, he was at a complete loss.

"Let her know somehow," Wilson said gently. "You don't even have to tell her. Just let her know."

House scratched at his forehead and scrunched his face, annoyed at the turn of events. He'd chosen to talk to Wilson about it because he knew that his friend would be there if he really needed it, all mocking set aside. What he really needed was a stiff drink. But since he couldn't get that, he'd settle for talking it out with Jimmy. "I don't know how," he admitted with a frown.

"I hate to keep bringing it up… But you never had a problem telling Stacy you loved her," Wilson said softly. "Why is it so different with Cameron?"

He tapped his fingers on the table in agitation and stared at them as he did so. "Because Cameron is so different," he said, watching as his fingers pretended to play the piano on the table. "She's … fragile. I'm not going to tell her something that I'm not sure of, and then have her blow up in my face when I do something to hurt her. And believe me. I will."

"I wasn't contesting the statement." Wilson sat back and sighed. "So don't tell her. Wait a while for it… Hell, House. Date her. Have an actual relationship with her. Let her get used to the fact that you are possibly the most imperfect man out there. She fell for you, regardless of your faults. Maybe even because of them. Who knows? The only way you're ever going to figure any of it out is to take it slowly and talk it out."

"This coming from the man with three wives and countless affairs under his belt," House mumbled irritably.

"You came to me for advice on this one," Wilson said with a quirked eyebrow. "And hey… Chalk them up as experience. Just trust me with this, okay?" He stood and grabbed his tray to take to the nearest trash can. "Give her some more credit. She deserves it. She'll stick with you."

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It was three in the afternoon. They had no patients. Cameron, Chase, and Foreman had all finished their clinic duty for the week. So they sat in the diagnostics room bouncing a ball back and forth between the three of them.

"How's living with House going?" Chase asked, bouncing the ball to Cameron. "Jumped him yet?"

"Why do you two keep asking me that?" she replied, flustered, and bounced the ball to Foreman.

"Because, let's face it… You've still got the hots for him," Foreman answered with a smile. "When it comes to House, you're as easy to read as a beginner's book." He bounced the ball to Chase. "We know you still want him."

"Any female over the age of twenty would want him," she said with a frown.

"Yeah, until he opened his mouth," Chase laughed, feigning a bounce to Cameron and bouncing the ball to Foreman. "Girls just fawn over older men that put them down all of the time."

"Maybe she's a masochist," Foreman offered, smirking and bouncing the ball back to Chase when Cameron tried to get it from him. "Are you a masochist, Cameron? I'll bet you are…"

"You two are horrible." She finally got a hold of the ball and kept it away from them. "I haven't jumped house, I'm not a masochist, and if you two don't stop, I'll tell Cuddy that both of you were telling me the other day how much you want more clinic duty."

House stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face. "Four days and I've changed how she manipulates people!" he exclaimed, sounding like a mad scientist. "First, the hospital. Then, the world!"

Foreman rolled his eyes and pointed to Cameron. "She stole our ball."

Chase snorted and pulled a piece of gum out of his pocket, popping it in his mouth to chew on it. "Have you found a case?" he asked hopefully. It was dreadfully boring to sit around the hospital all day with nothing to do.

"Surprisingly, no," House answered, going to Cameron and stealing the ball out of her hands, leaving her with a frown. "Apparently, people just aren't dying quickly enough around here." He looked at Foreman and looked around suspiciously. "All right, Foreman. Quick! Go break into a house and shoot up an unsuspecting person with Colchicine."

"I'll get right on it," he replied, sitting back in his chair and yawning. "Right after I find the cure for Tay Sachs."

"Always ruining my fun…" House checked his watch and looked at Cameron. "Let's get out of here. I'm not staying another two hours on a Friday."

Chase and Foreman shared duel grins and watched the interchange. They had their own little bet going that Cameron would play subservient to House for a while before finally standing up and either slapping him or telling him off.

"I'm scheduled until five," she responded with a shrug. "I'm staying and getting paid until five."

"For the love of… I'll pay you until five if we leave now."

"House…"

"Come on, Cameron. Be daring."

She frowned at him for a while before giving in with a sigh. "Fine. But if you're paying me until five, you're paying Foreman and Chase until five, and they get to leave, too."

"Done." House slung his bag over his back and nodded to Foreman and Chase. "Be free, children!" He turned back to Cameron and nodded toward the door. "Let's go."

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As soon as they walked into the apartment and Cameron had closed the door, House began tapping his cane on the floor. "What time did your brother expect you to be off work?"

"I told him I'd call around six, so-"

"Oh, good." He turned and pushed her against the door, his mouth immediately capturing hers in a deep kiss. Her lips were cold from the outdoors, but her mouth was oh, so warm once he'd slipped his tongue inside. He could tell he'd caught her off guard, as her eyes were wide with confusion before slipping closed in acceptance. Her hands went to the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

She kept her lips locked with his, sighing into the kisses as she shoved his coat off of him and to the floor. His cane cluttered down with it, but he was able to move them away from the door enough to shove her coat off as well.

He pulled away from her and took in her now-ravished appearance. "I've been waiting to do that all day," he admitted, his voice slightly gritty from wanting her all damned day.

"You might have traumatized Foreman and Chase if you'd given into that urge," she replied with a small laugh, trying to catch her breath.

"Good thing they aren't around now… I'd traumatize them even more." He wrapped an arm around her waist and used her as his support, leaning down to nibble at her earlobe. "Is two and a half hours enough time to seduce you, have sex with you, and then let you bask in the afterglow?" he murmured into her ear.

Her knees nearly gave out on her, and the only two words running through her mind were 'sex' and 'House.' "You're halfway done with the first part," she whispered. "You know where the bedroom is if you'd like to finish it."

There was absolutely nothing sexy about a cripple limping to a bedroom, and House knew this. He dropped a kiss on Cameron's neck before nodding for her to go ahead of him, which she did with little protest. He followed, closing the door behind them.

"If the phone rings this time, you ignore the hell out of it," he ordered, leaning against the door.

Cameron laughed softly. "I was already planning on it." She reached for him, her hands slipping beneath his shirt to feel the skin there, scraping her nails lightly along his stomach. He drew in a quick breath at the sensation and started moving toward the bed. Thankfully, it wasn't too far away, and he was able to reach it with little pain. He'd taken a couple of Vicodin before getting in the car to come back here, knowing what he was planning on doing and preparing for it in advance.

Once at the bed, he gave her a grin and pushed her down so that she sat on the edge. She couldn't help but wonder exactly how this was going to work with his leg, but the thought was gone when he stripped his shirt off and tossed it to the side. Again, she reached for him, and this time pulled him down and laid back so that he was on top of her.

She skimmed her nails along his back and placed light kisses along his neck. It felt marvelous to have him on top of her, and it didn't seem as though his leg would be much of a problem. Besides, she figured, he knew what to do to keep himself comfortable. He'd let her know.

House rolled over so that Cameron was on top and tugged her shirt off, tossing it to the side. She wore a baby blue, satin bra. "So you do have a sexy underwear drawer," he drawled, playing with the strap before letting his hand travel down her stomach to rest on her inner thigh.

"It's … mmm… My normal underwear drawer." She leaned down for a series of short, sweet kisses, gasping when his hand traveled up slightly, rubbing against her core for a split second before going back to rest on her inner thigh. "And you called me a tease," she murmured.

She moved down his body, careful to keep her weight off of his thighs, and settled on his shins, placing a kiss just below his navel before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. As she pulled them off of him, she kicked her own shoes off and managed to get his off with his pants. He wore boxers, and they covered his thigh.

She'd be lying if she said that she wasn't the least bit interested in seeing the damage that had been done, but she wasn't about to make him take that step. The boxers he would remove on his own. From the end of the bed, she smiled at him. "You look good pantsless."

He gave a snort of laughter and nudged her with his foot. "I bet you look better," he hinted, nodding to her pants for her to take them off. She gave him the first devilish look he'd ever gotten from her and turned away from him as she slowly stepped out of her pants. He thought he might be in heaven… She was wearing baby blue, lacy panties that matched her bra. "You wear that kind of underwear on a daily basis?" he asked, his throat dry.

"Mmhmm," she answered, crawling back onto the bed and pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. "Are you going to have a hard time concentrating at work now?" she teased.

He smirked and rolled so that he was on top once more. "It's a good possibility," he allowed. He flipped open the clasp at the front of her bra and drew it off of her when she arched her back to aid him. "Of course, I can always close the blinds and have my wicked way with you on my desk if it gets unbearable."

She laughed and let her fingers dance just beneath the waistband of his boxers. "You can't lock the doors, though." Thrilling as the idea was, she knew it was never going to happen. Even House wasn't that crazy.

He took in the sight of Cameron topless and almost let out a sigh of relief. She looked amazing, and he was starting to relish the benefits of being with someone younger than himself. "I was right," he said, his hand moving to cup her breast, one thumb caressing lightly over her nipple to draw a short gasp from her. "You do have gorgeous tits."

"Glad you like them," she managed, giving a low moan when he lowered his mouth to take a nipple into it. "Oh, God…"

"Greg," he replied before placing a kiss on the sensitive skin under her breast. "I'll admit the sounds are similar, but-"

"I really shouldn't be surprised that you even snark during sex," she cut him off, her hands slipping beneath his boxers to grab his backside and squeeze lightly. "And much as I enjoy it…" She moved one hand around to the front of him to grip his shaft. "I think I'd enjoy this a lot more."

He moaned and gripped her wrist, pulling her hand away from him and nipping at her palm. "As long as you're going to mix me up with The Man, I'd like to live up to the name," he murmured. Wilson had been right; if House wasn't going to tell Cameron how he felt, he'd find a way to show her.

"What do you mean…?"

House smirked and traced random patterns over her nipples, delighting in the fact that it made her squirm against him. "I'll bet that I can make you come for me at least three times."

"I'm not betting with you," she said breathlessly. "You always win."

"Exactly." The conversation was over after that, and he slowly worked his way down her body, finding which spots made her gasp, which made her giggle, and which made her moan. The area right around her navel was particularly sensitive, as were the undersides of her breasts and the inner parts of her thighs. He drew her panties off of her and admired his handy work.

Cameron was lying there with her eyes half-closed, her hair surrounding her head at odd angles from tossing her head back and forth every so often. Her hands were shaking when she reached for him to come back up to lie on top of her, and that made him smirk. "You're shaking," he pointed out needlessly before inserting a finger and gauging her reaction.

"I c-can't help… oh…" Her hips arched slightly to ask for more, and he was accommodating enough to provide it. He added another finger and moved them, watching attentively as she moved, as well. She couldn't reach his shoulders, so her nails dug into the covers beneath her. "Greg, please…"

"Hmmm?" he asked, shifting his index finger to brush against that one sweet spot that actually made her cry out. "Like that?"

"Stop teasing," she gasped through clenched teeth.

"Did you like it?" he continued innocently, brushing against it again, this time applying just a bit more pressure.

"Yes!" she exclaimed, arching to him. "I did. I do!"

"Oh. Good." He continued to tease her for a short while before giving in and moving his fingers purposefully, bringing her to an orgasm. She came almost silently, her hands gripping the covers as though she might fly off of the bed if she wasn't holding on.

Once she'd calmed down, he pulled his fingers out of her and waited for eye contact from her before he licked them. "One," he told her with a wink.

Her head dropped back onto the pillows beneath it and she moaned. "You were serious when you said you'd make me come at least three times," she panted, her legs shaking when he nipped at her inner thigh for her attention. When she looked down at him, she saw him waiting for eye contact from her again before he touched his tongue to her clitoris. She squealed his name in surprise, her hands gripping his hair as her hips bucked to his mouth.

She hadn't been expecting him to … oh… He worked wonders with that tongue. He was such a good kisser; she should have known he'd be an expert when it came to oral sex. When he closed his mouth over her clitoris and sucked lightly, she all but screamed. She was already sensitive enough from her first orgasm, and she could feel her second quickly approaching. As it washed over her, she cried out his name, the only thought running through her mind being, Thank God for Greg House.

He sat back and licked his lips before working his way up her body, his own hands beginning to shake from holding himself back and listening to those wonderful sounds she made when she came. "Two," he whispered into her ear, nipping at the lobe when she moaned.

He slipped out of his boxers and pressed a kiss to her lips. "Condoms?"

"Top drawer," she said breathlessly, pointing to her bedside table. She couldn't reach it, and she didn't want to move right now anyway. House grabbed the box of condoms and gave one to her, placing the box back into the drawer. She opened the condom and threw the wrapper onto the table, grinning at him as she slowly rolled the barrier onto him, purposely making sure that her fingers caressed him as she did so.

He moaned and rolled so that Cameron was on top. He knew his leg would prevent him from being on top, especially after the pressure he'd put on it while pleasing her. Resting his hands on her hips, he guided her onto him, both of them letting out matching moans once they were joined. She was tight and hot, and he had to resist the urge to slam into her over and over again.

She, on the other hand, would have encouraged it. She was so sensitized that every little movement could be felt, and oh, but she loved it. Throwing a small smirk of her own at House, she tightened her muscles.

He gasped, actually gasped, and bucked his hips into her, making her cry out. "Kegel exercises are wonderful things," he grunted, his hands gripping her hips tightly as they moved together.

They challenged each other with every movement. She'd tighten her muscles, he'd grind against her clitoris; she'd move at a torturously slow pace, he'd thrust into her hard and fast. It never got boring and kept them both riding on the edge until, finally, they met that wonderful, natural high together, both of them exclaiming each other's name.

She collapsed on top of him, trying desperately to catch her breath. Her throat was raw from crying out, and her muscles ached in the best way possible.

"Three," he managed to tell her with a small smile.

She laughed and kissed him, staying right where she was, since she was comfortable there. "I think you lived up to the name."

"You've had sex with God?" he asked with a quirked eyebrow.

"I have now, apparently," she told him, finally rolling off of him and disposing of the condom in the trash can at her bedside. Her gaze drifted over to the clock and a lazy smile settled on her face. "Greg?"

"Mmm?"

"You left time to bask in the afterglow."

House grinned and pressed a kiss to her forehead, wrapping his arms around her. They had a half hour to spare.