Wow the reviews came in fast last time so I thought I should get my next chapter in just as soon…After all the reviews charge my batteries.
HouseAddiction: I can't wait to read your Fic! As for the House humour I was born with many sarcastic bones in my body much to the suffering of my friends:) For the jokes, I look at the dialogue I have written and try to see how what's been written can be twisted and misinterpreted. This way you can have someone saying or agreeing to something without even realising…then I just have House point that out. It's the same as my sense of humour. I thrive on insinuation.
Cowgirl: Thank you for taking the time to read and review my fic.
Eac-dudette: Lol doesn't nearly everybody!
Samanthaon: again you will just have to wait and see!
Ciceroguided: what can I say...stubble stings!
Luv2LuvHugh: ooohhh yes Cameron is jealous…..but what is she going to do about it?
RogueButterfly: I always feel sorry for Cameron…I mean she is constantly chasing House when it's clear he just isn't interested. (At least I pray he isn't!) The obviousness of her attraction is worth a great deal of pity.
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15/love:
House watched as Cuddy settled back down in her seat. He slowly limped back to the table and noticed Cuddy's eyes flick up slightly as he approached. The group began to shift so as to allow House back into his previous space.
'Oh don't worry about moving I can just settle myself on the end.'
His eyes glinted as he placed himself on the edge and used his body and cane to make Cuddy shift to her left, he moved in closely and his leg brushed against hers. He could feel the warmth radiating from her bare skin through his Jeans. He saw her try to shift further in but there was no room left for her to go, no one noticed her struggle to put distance between them so she was left with no choice but to relax and leave House's leg resting against her own.
House smirked; from this angle he had a fabulous view down Cuddy's dress. He reached forward for his drink and looked up to see Mark looking between him and Cuddy.
When Mark's eyes rested on his, House leant subconsciously closer to Cuddy and glared; Mark's head quickly snapped back to the rest of the group, trying to look completely enthralled in the conversation, although House could see his eyes flicking back every now and then.
He was clearly making him uncomfortable.
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Cuddy shifted, her skin was burning from House's touch. She shuddered as He forced his body closer and felt the goose pimples prick at her arms as a shiver jolted up her spine. Her hand wrapped around her necklace allowing the chain to run through her fingers. As her knuckles rubbed over her chest she felt the stubble burns sting.
Flinching, she closed her eyes trying to control her senses; this caused her mind to wander. She allowed her fingers to flitter down her throat, imaging House leaving a trail of kisses; would his mouth be soft and gentle or rough, leaving little nips in its wake?
She swallowed; the memory of her being crushed below House's body on the bathroom floor burst into her mind. What would have happened if she hadn't forced him from her? Would he have taken her there and then? Not the most romantic of settings but she couldn't hold back the waves of desire flowing over her body, drowning out any rational thoughts.
Hot breath tickled her ear, causing her to release a little moan form the back of her throat.
'Why do I get the impression, your not your paying attention?'
Feeling the blush creep across her cheek bones as House's voice invaded her thoughts she sighed. Ignoring him, she allowed her eyes to flicker open and lifted her head from the back of the seat. Turning her back to him, she took a deep breath and returned her mind the conversation.
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He had been looking at her for a while and smiled as he saw her head fall back and her muscles relax as she sank into her seat. The alcohol was obviously taking its toll. A range of expressions flittered over her face. His gaze settled on her hand lingering on her chest. He watched as it slowly began travelling down her throat, he wanted to touch, to taste, allow his lips to follow the trail Cuddy's hand was leading. Leaning in close, his warm breath blowed against her ear. He could have sworn he heard a little moan escape her lips but assumed he was hearing things. House lifted his mouth to her ear once again and whispered, 'why do I get the impression, your not paying attention?'
Hearing her sigh ever so gently, he leant back and watched as a little pink tinge appeared on her face. What had she been thinking? He felt the tinge of jealousy return, and tried to curb the need to punch the person who was currently occupying Cuddy's thoughts.
Her eyes opened as she rose back to a sitting position. Not paying any attention to his comment she just returned her attention to her left, trying to catch up with the conversation.
House leant back in his seat and lazily glanced around the table. He frowned, someone was missing. Who was it? Chase and Foreman were still present along with Mark…sadly. Wilson and Lindsey were discussing something quietly across the table from him. She was smiling, and casually leaning forward into Wilson's space. Wilson was so occupied in the conversation he didn't even notice House's stare, Lindsey, however looked up; seeing House's gaze her smile grew and she gave the subtlest wink before returning her attention back to Wilson.
She laughed throwing her head back, her blond hair shimmering in the lights. House watched Wilson stumble on his words as his eyes lingered over Lindsey's body obviously undressing her with his eyes. Smiling to himself, he looked away and allowed his eyes to float round the table once more. Then it clicked. Cameron?
'Where is she?' House's voice rumbled over the conversation.
He asked the question more to satisfy his own curiosity than anything else. There was a slight spark of hope that she had gone home and he could proceed with his plan without having daggers metaphorically thrown at him every time he even glanced in Cuddy's direction.
His hopes were dashed however when he heard her squeak from his right, 'move up'.
House lifted his head and saw Cameron gazing down at him, he watched as her eyes snapped to Cuddy who was now engaged in conversation with Chase, if looks could kill.
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'Where's she been?' Chase asked.
'Who?' Cuddy said entering the conversation once again.
'Cameron.'
'Why, how long has she been gone?'
'About 20 minutes. She left pretty much straight after you. She claimed she was going to check you were ok, but obviously you know nothing about that.' Chase screwed his face up in confusion.
'Well I didn't actually go to the loo, so she probably didn't find me.'
His eyebrows lifted, 'oh? Where did you go?'
Ready for the question Cuddy decided to cover her tracks, 'umm…I just went outside for a breath of fresh air, I didn't feel too good and I thought it might help.' Although her and House had done nothing wrong, she couldn't help feel a little guilty, besides her being in the Men's toilet with House for a long period of time wouldn't look to good.
'So where has she been?'
'I have no idea' Cuddy glanced over her shoulder just in time to see Cameron looking straight at her, cold and unblinking. Frowning she turned back to Chase, who was now chatting to Foreman. She shook her head, trying to rid the image of Cameron's eyes, which were frozen in her mind.
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House didn't move so Cameron sat down in the little space left on the edge of the seat pressing her body right up against his. He didn't like the invasion of his personal space and elbowed Cuddy in the ribs to get her moving,
Cuddy jumped and turned to glare at House, her expression quickly change to shock at seeing Cameron and House in such close proximity and then joy as she took in how uncomfortable House was with Cameron being so close.
She shifted barely an inch, smirked in House's direction, then returned to the conversation. House used this inch to his advantage and forced himself as close to Cuddy as he could possibly get, not necessarily to get nearer to her, he was close enough as it was and already had a perfect view, but to put as much distance between himself and Cameron.
He lent over Cuddy's shoulder, he could see her smiling, she was obviously enjoying his uncomfort. He whispered under his breath 'move to you left more.'
Cuddy didn't even look his way but he knew she had heard, her chin rose in contemplation and he waited. 'No'.
Cuddle Kins I know you like the feel of my body pressed ridiculously close against yours and I am not knocking the view from this angle or anything but you don't want the kids to get the wrong idea, do you? So move!'
This time Cuddy did look at him, her expression the mixture of a frown and amusement.
'The only wrong idea 'the kids' might get,' she whispered back 'is about what is going on between you and Cameron, by the looks of things she was gone nearly as long as us and I don't think they would believe me to be stupid enough to go anywhere near you. 'Besides, I'll put up with the rumours and I'll even let you enjoy the view just to watch the level of your discomfort from having Cameron so close. After all I said this was a game, you try to make me miserable I try to make you miserable and I have to say at the moment', she grinned, 'I'm winning.'