Get On

He opened his front door and held it.

To anyone who didn't know House they would have thought it chivalrous of him, but Cameron knew better; she knew there had to be some ulterior motive.

Walking through the doorway she got the sneaking suspicion he was checking her out, glancing over her shoulder she could clearly see he was unashamedly staring at her ass as he lent against the door.

"I thought we were going out?" she asked playfully turning to face him.

"Well..." he started but gave up just as soon too lost in thought.

"Ah, a speechless House. I never thought I'd see the day!" she exclaimed.

House scowled in reply.

"So, are you going to turn around?"

"Uh...Why?" he said sarcastically.

"Tit for tat." she said smiling sweetly, "It is only fair."

"What makes you think I ever play fair?"

"I didn't think we had any rules for you to break."

"Oh, you know me. I'll find them." he said smirking and locking the door. "And I'll snap them into tiny..."

Cameron had moved as quickly and quietly as she could to try and check out his ass, but he was far too quick for her as he jumped and spun as soon as he saw her move in the corner of his eye.

She almost screamed in fright but once again House was quick, and before so much of an 'A' of 'AHHHHH!' was uttered he had his hand over her mouth and the other at her shoulder, thier bodies pressed together against the wall.

Their gazes were locked.

She could taste him on her lips.

He could the smell the scent of her mixed with shampoo.

Their hearts were beating fast.

She could almost feel her lips burning with his touch.

He could almost feel himself trembling with her lips on his palm.

A short eternity passed.

"You'll wake the neighbours." he said softly, slowly removing his hand from her lips.

He turned away from her to turn the key in the door.

Shit, shit, shit, he thought.

"Finally, a good view." Cameron quipped.

Anything to relieve the sudden tension between them.

He smirked hesitantly in her direction.

"Come on at this rate we'll reach the bar around the same time Cuddy wants my ass, which you seem to have taken a liking to, in the Clinic." he said walking out onto the street.

"Where are we going?" she asked, curious and following.

"Oh no you don't. You turn up here and practically force me to take you out, which sounds strangely familiar, and expect me to tell you where we're going?" At which point he swung his leg over the body of his bike, "Not a chance."

"We're going on your bike?"

"Oh, yeah. No choice on transport, destination or drink." he said smiling evilly.

"I'm not allowed to choose what to drink? Are you trying to get me fired?"

"Hello!" he said in a condescending tone, "I'm your boss. Get on."

"Yes Sir!" she said snapping a salute and hopping in the back of the bike.

Unprompted he wrapped her arms around him.

He's so going to regret this, she thought smiling wickedly.