Cameron was curled up on her couch an almost empty bottle of Merlot and a glass on the table next to her. She had Buffy the Vampire Slayer playing on the TV, a show a past roommate had forced her to watch during her little free time. It was either that or an old Katherine Hepburn movie like The Philadelphia Story. But no she wouldn't resort to that.

What better way to distract herself than vampires and high school students. She refused to spend another evening thinking about House. The monster truck rally, the conversation in the hall and those that followed, her leaving, him getting her to come back, the date, Stacey- then Stacey leaving, the never ending quips...

She had no idea where she stood. All Cameron knew was she still liked House, a lot. She couldn't make the feelings go away. When he comes near her or she catches his eyes on her she feels her blood heat up every single time in response.

She would have to leave soon for real this time. She couldn't keep it up. She'd been offered a position at Memorial around the time she found job at Jefferson, she'd turned it down at the time since it didn't start till this coming fall. She decided she'd call in the morning to see if it was still available then gave her attention back to the television.

She heard banging on the door pulling her attention away from the Musical episode of Buffy. Cameron knew who it was instantly she could recognize the sound of a cane hitting the door versus a hand knocking.

As much as she wanted to curl up and sleep she knew he wouldn't stop. She got up and unlocked the bolt then the door and returned to the couch to continue as if nothing had changed. When Cameron heard the door open then close again and lock she kept her eyes on the television. She silently wished she'd gone with carpet over hard wood floors carpet would've muffled the sound of his cane and footsteps.

Cameron also cursed the fact she hadn't foreseen his visit. She definitely hadn't expected him hence her ensemble. She was wearing flannel pants and a white camisole with thin material it did nothing to disguise her body's response to him.

She sat on the couch refusing to look away from the television even as House sat on the opposite end.

"And I'd thought you'd be curled up with a copy of Emma or maybe watching Sabrina in black and white." House finally spoke.

"Fuck you." That was her response most likely because what he had suggested could have been the case if this marathon hadn't been playing when she turned on the television earlier.

"Is this before or after she fucks Spike?" He asks as he moves to accommodate his leg. There was no coffee table so he turned his body to face hers with a slight wince as he lifted his legs onto the couch. He shouldn't have left his pills on the floor. His legs reached her lap and without hesitation House rested his calves and feet across her lap.

Cameron didn't glance at him in response. She does pull off his Nike Shox one at a time as she answers his question. "Before- She kisses him at the end of this episode." Then she surprised him by removing his socks doing it naturally as you would to a child.

They watched the show as her hands played over his feet and ankles. When she was bold enough to reach under his jeans to his calves he finally broke the silence.

"Anything left in that bottle?" He asked gesturing to the wine on the table next to her. He let his feet relax against her middle with his toes brushing against her breasts as he kept his eyes on the wine bottle.

All of a sudden she stood up forcing his legs to jerk off her shooting pain through his thigh. "I'm hungry." Cameron said justifying her quick departure.

House reached the kitchen a minute after her she was just leaning against the counter and he headed for the fridge.