Title: Hands Down (2/3)

Prompt: #006 Hot

Word Count: 1,639

Rating: R. For teh sex.

Summary: She was stuck with House for 5 days. Alone. Perhaps more could come out of this than she expected.

Note: I'm thinking 3-4 chapters. Still haven't figured it out yet. Probably 3, with an epilogue perhaps. Just thought I'd let you know D Cause I'm nice like that. And with this chapter, feedback would be all kinds of lovely )

'I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,
the dim of the soft lights,
the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers
and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late.'

Hands Down – Dashboard Confessional

Of all the places Cameron thought she would end up with House during this conference, a sports bar definitely wasn't one of them.

And she was starting to feel a little tipsy.

House smirked as Cameron hiccupped and took another sip of her scotch and coke. 'You can't hold you're alcohol,' He pointed out, taking his eyes off the basketball that was currently playing on the TV.

Cameron rolled her eyes. 'Yeah, well when I've been forced to come to a sports bar, nothing else really seems appealing.'

House took another swig of scotch and stared at Cameron. She was currently staring down into her scotch while fingering the glass rim. He smirked as she looked up and caught his eye. 'Why are we here? On second thought, why did I let you take me here?'

'You spent the entire flight yesterday talking about how we should experience new things while we were here,-'

'I was being optimistic,' Cameron cut in, glaring into her glass.

'-and I think this qualifies as a new experience. I didn't know that you would get drunk so easily, though,' House finished with a smirk.

'And you're not intoxicated? I'm smaller than you are, therefore I can't take as much alcohol as you,' Cameron replied, glaring up at him.

House nodded in reply and took another drink. In actual fact, he found it amusing that Cameron was smashed. It completely blew his angelic view of her. And the fact that she was sitting right in front of him looking completely and utterly adorable made him want to look away quickly.

He didn't want to think like that. Thinking like that would lead to something he wasn't sure he or she needed.

'Why did you insist we go out tonight?' Cameron broke the silence, looking up at him shakily.

House stared at her. Truth be told, he didn't actually know why he had gone to her room. It was a momentary lapse of sanity on his part, yet the lapse had seemingly lasted all this time. He was beginning to think he was actually far more drunk than he thought he was.

'I told you. New experience. And I wanted to see you drunk,' House replied, smirking.

'Of course, it was sleaziness on your part and nothing to do with the fact that you actually showed some ounce of wanting human attention,' Cameron mumbled.

House felt a small smile creep onto his face, and he did his best to cover it up. 'Look at you. You still know how to psychoanalyze me even when you're drunk.'

'I have a talent,' Cameron replied, her head resting on her hand.

House took one last swig of his scotch and stood up, reaching for Cameron's elbow. 'Come – on, let's get you out of here before you start singing karaoke,'

Cameron hastily stood up, supported by House's hand on her elbow. As soon as her feet hit the floor, the room started to spin and she swayed. House grabbed her around the waist to prevent her falling over and she placed her hands on his chest to steady herself.

'Whoa…' Cameron said, putting a hand up to her head. It was then that she noticed just how close to House she was. His hands were firmly on her waist, steadying her, and his warmth sent a shiver up her spine. She looked up slowly and met his gaze. He stared at her for a moment, before looking away and leading her out of the bar, his hand still firmly around her waist.

10 minutes later, House and Cameron silently walked down the corridor of the hotel to their respective rooms. Cameron was starting to feel slightly more sober as her head began to ache softly. She realized that this situation was awkward, as, for some unknown reason, House and herself had done something together. Willingly.

It confused her more than anything.

'Um-'Cameron stopped outside her hotel room and turned to face him. 'Tonight was … interesting,' She said, smirking.

House smirked in return, staring down at his cane. 'Well at least I now know just how much alcohol to give you if I want to get you drunk,' He replied.

She smiled, sticking her key into the lock and opening the door. 'Do you –'she paused, looking back at him, '- want to come in?'

House looked down at the ground, not replying, before quickly looking up. 'I'd better go,' he said roughly.

Cameron nodded, and she couldn't help but notice the niggling feeling in the pit of her stomach and the sudden disappointment that she felt after he spoke. 'Ok. I'll see you in the morning then,' she replied, smiling as she walked into her room and closed the door behind her.

Leaning her back against the door, Cameron sighed and closed her eyes, reeling after the night's events. It definitely wasn't something she had ever imagined she would do with House, yet she was subtly aware that she found it almost fun.

Standing up straight and walking over to her bed, Cameron dropped her bag on the chair next to the bathroom before reaching over and grabbing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top out of her suitcase. Quickly undressing and throwing on the clothes, she picked up the suitcase and put it next to the bed, throwing back the covers and sitting down.

She knew she wouldn't get to sleep after this.

Standing back up, Cameron walked over to the glass door and slid it open, walking out onto the balcony. She shivered slightly as the warm air hit her, and reached out to run her fingers along the railing. She was feeling confused. And irritated. And content. She smiled, and looked out on the beach before a sharp knock echoed through her room.

Cameron looked back, stepping back into her room and closing the glass door, before walking over to her door. She had a sneaking suspicion who it was, yet she didn't want to get her already high hopes up.

Opening the door she was faced with House. Staring at her. With an oddly determined look on his face.

Before she could ask what he wanted, he took a step forward and crashed his lips on hers, his hands immediately holding her waist. Cameron gave a start, gasping slightly, before she pressed into him and wound an arm around his neck. He backed her up, pushing her door closed with his cane as his lips moved against hers.

Cameron broke off quickly. 'What are you doing?' She asked, breathless.

'I changed my mind,' House replied, before pulling her back flush against him and placing his lips back on hers. Cameron didn't object, as he backed them up slowly towards her bed. Her hands moved to the hem of his T-Shirt and she pulled it up over his head, breaking off just to do that before their lips collided again.

House's fingers traced the edge of her shirt, his calloused hands moving over the skin of her back. He pushed it up, before tugging it off her completely as it fell to the floor beside his shirt. He pulled her closer to him as he opened his mouth and dragged his tongue along the bottom of her lip, sucking on it before she pressed against him and collided her tongue with this. Cameron gave a soft moan as one of House's hands moved up to her hair, pulling the hair tie out and letting her brown waves tumble around her shoulders.

Cameron's hands moved down to House's belt buckle and she began undoing it, her mouth still on his. House broke off and moved down to her neck, kissing the curve of her shoulder and smirking when her grip loosened on his jeans and her head tilted to the side to allow him better access. His jeans fell to the ground and he stepped out of them, before backing Cameron up against the bed as the backs of her knee's hit the mattress. She fell back and House knelt on his good leg on top of her.

House's hands worked their way from her chest down to the waistband of her sweatpants. He broke away; looking down at Cameron's flushed face as one of his fingers hooked into her pants and underwear, pulling them down her legs. She leant up and kissed him, biting his lip gently as she felt his erection against her thigh. Her finger's brushed against his boxer shorts, and she felt him shift. A finger hooked in his shorts and pulled them down, as he groaned as her fingers once again brushed against his erection.

He didn't waste time entering her, kissing her swiftly to drown out her moan as he began moving in a steady rhythm. She arched against him, biting her lip as she felt herself build up. She came, her head leaning on his shoulder as she felt him breathe heavily against her. He came soon after, before collapsing next to her as they both attempted to regain their normal breathing pattern.

Cameron rested her head against her pillow and ran a hand through her hair. She had a sinking feeling of the awkwardness that would follow after this pivotal event. She moved her head slightly to the side to she could see House and saw that he was staring at her.

'Hi,' he said roughly, his voice etched with exhaustion.

'Hi,' Cameron replied, smiling slightly.

He twitched his head slightly, gesturing her to come over there. Cameron shifted and rested her head on his shoulder, his fingers tracing patterns over her back.

Optimism pays off.