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"Hmm, whiskey you say." he murmured entirely distracted.

Her mouth descended to his stubble covered neck, the softest caress with her whiskey moistened lips. And as her mouth began to roam over his flesh her small hand found the gap in his shirt once more and returned to their movements of trailing fire across his skin. House emitted the smallest of gasps.

Her lips came to a halt as they reached his Adams apple. She sucked on the warm skin, pulling it gently into her mouth and following its path as House gulped loudly at her touch.

Then her mouth began to roam once more, paying attention to the other side of his neck which thus far had been neglected.

She tasted her way toward his ear and whispered, "House."

The only response she got was one of his arms reaching around her waist and drawing her closer to him.

She nipped his earlobe and whispered once again, "House."

"Yuh huh." he replied absentmindedly.

"Are you going to give me the rest of my drink or do I have to take it myself?"

"You're a big ..." At which point he sucked in a deep breath as Cameron's hand drifted from his stomach to his thigh, brushing his crotch in the process which he was sure wasn't accidental. "...girl." he finished panting out the last word of the sentence.

"And you're a big boy." she said seductively her fingers curling around his thigh, and then trailing up and down the long muscle.

As her hand moved his breathing echoed her slow torturous rhythm.

Hand moves up, breathe in. Hand moves down, breathe out.

While Cameron was highly enjoying the entire situation (i.e. having House under some measure of control) she noticed the pattern of his breathing and pushed her control on him. Up stroked her hand and there it stayed, the constant pressure on the muscle causing his pants to tighten further.

After holding his breath for 15 seconds House filled his oxygen deprived lungs with a series of short pants, each breath burning his lungs.

"You look a little flustered, Gregory." she said matter of factly her gaze turned to his icy blue eyes, their lips no more than an inch apart. "You look hot when you're flustered."

Her warm hand left his thigh and returned to his shirt covered stomach along with the other. Together they worked their way up and under his jacket, teasing it from his shoulders.

"Which is all the more reason to get you out of that heavy jacket." she said leaving the thick leather half peeled from his torso pinning his arms to his sides.

Happy that his jacket was almost off, she took the glass from his hand. Sipping a little of the amber liquid she quickly came to the conclusion that it tasted much better when licked from Gregory House.

Oh the possibilities she thought to herself as she watched him struggle to shrug off the rest of his thick leather jacket.

Their gazes locked as she set the glass back down on the table.

"Dance with me." he said as if it was the thing he said most often to her.

"What?" she whispered, her eyebrows arching in confusion and shock.

"Dance with me." he repeated holding out an upturned hand.

She considered his hand for a moment and then turned her confused gaze back to his.

"I've walked, I've ran, I've even been skateboarding for crying out loud but I still haven't danced. And I want to dance with you."

She didn't say anything for a while, and then her small delicate hand rested on his long fingers.

This was all the answer he needed.

Standing he brought her hand around his neck and curled the other into his chest. Cameron's head rested on his shoulder, he brushed his lips against her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo once more before they began to sway together to the rise and swell of the soft music that filtered through the room.

He loved the feel of her in his arms. She was so soft, so delicate so perfect that he was proud to be the one with his arms around her. To be the one to protect her. To love her.

What the hell?

Was it love?

He didn't know, but he certainly had feelings that went deeper than he often showed. How deep, was the question. He had only ever been in love once before but that was fast and unrelenting. This, this seemed to grow and get better in time, and if that was the case then it could well be love in the near future.

He sighed softly. It was a puzzle but he didn't feel like solving it. He was quite content to have her in his arms and god damned excited at the mental and physical sparring between them.

To say they danced the night away would have been entirely clichéd. And highly exaggerated as they danced only for about 15 minutes before the band finished up and some old CD played quietly through the sound system, too quiet to dance to.

Each of them had the feeling that it could have lasted them a lifetime but equally that it wasn't enough.

Sliding back into the booth House picked up one of the shot glasses and brought it to his nose. A wicked grin graced his features as he recognized the drink.

"So what is it?" Cameron asked, sliding in next to him so that they were touching from shoulder to ankle.

"Absinthe."

"Oh joy. I can't wait for the hangover from hell at work tomorrow." she said picking up the other shot glass.

"I might have a cure for that." House said suggestively.

"Maybe we can share tips later."

"I'll drink to that." he said, then raising the tiny glass, "House cures hangovers."

And the both tipped the green aniseed flavoured liquid down their throats.

"Urgh, that stuff really is pretty weird." Cameron said placing her glass down and pulling a huge cocktail to sit in front of her. "So you're the cure for hangovers then?" she said remarking on his toast.

"Oops." he said feigning an apology and bringing his hand to his mouth, "I wasn't supposed to say that until later, was I? Well, there will always be a demonstration to look forward to." He said finishing with a smirk in her direction.

"Oooh, can't wait." she tried to say sarcastically, but he could still pick up on the serious tone in her voice.