When the Fog Lifts

Chapter 10

House returned shortly, with a loaded down cafeteria tray wedged between his chest and his arm. When Cameron looked up and saw him struggling to open the door, she ran over and took the tray from him.

"I can't believe you got all of that with one hand!" she exclaimed, putting the tray down on the conference room table.

He looked at her and held up his hand, wiggling his fingers. "It's amazing what I can do with this hand."

She grinned back at him. "Oh yes….I seem to remember something about that…" Taking her salad, she set it on her desk and turned to get her drink.

"What? Don't I get a thank you?" he asked.

"Thank you."

"That wasn't quite what I had in mind" he said taking her by the hand and walking into his office. He locked the doors and pulled the blinds shut.

"Well, just what did you have in mind?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"I thought I'd set up my web cam and...OW! No hitting the CRIPPLE!"

"I didn't hit your leg – I hit your butt…and since you yourself have said you're nothing but an ass, I think you can take it." Her hand slowly drifted across his backside, gently rubbing where her open palm had just landed.

"Now you've got to kiss it and make it all better ya know…"

"Hmmm….I didn't know I had that much power….all it will take is a kiss to make it better?" she said, undoing the button and zipper on his pants and sliding them down as she moved around to stand behind him.

"Well, it might take a little more than a kiss…." Stepping out of his jeans, he could feel his desire for her begin to rise as she slid the waist band of his boxers down. He became aware of her breath on his exposed backside and dropped his cane to the floor, grasping the bookshelf for support instead. The groan escaped his throat involuntarily when he realized that her lips had replaced her breath. Her hands slid down from his waist to surround the length of him, causing him to quiver with anticipation.

Cameron then began to move upwards, lifting his shirt off and placing soft kisses up his back until she reached his shoulders. She turned him around and, for the first time, really was able to see his scar. She saw the hesitation in his eyes as she let her fingers, and then her lips, move the length of it, becoming familiar with the hills and valleys that were so much a part of who he was.

Before she stood up, she let her lips drift across him, and her name softly escaped from his lips. She helped him sit in the nearby recliner, and stood in front of him, undressing as he watched her intently. As she slipped her panties off, he reached for her and pulled her on to him. He could tell how excited she was by the ease of his entry and she gasped as he thrust deeper inside of her. They were in perfect sync with each other; moving together, breathing together and speaking each others name together as they reached the peak and tumbled over the edge.

After speaking with Mrs. Bishop's daughter, Foreman grabbed a sandwich with Chase and then returned to the conference room, finding it empty upon his arrival. Even House's office was dark and the blinds were drawn. He looked at his watch. No. Too early for them to have left, he thought. A full, yet untouched, lunch tray sat on the table. "Where the hell did they go?" he muttered walking over to Cameron's desk. He noticed her purse under the desk as he picked up the phone and paged House.

"Damnnit!" cursed House, reaching over to where his pants lay on the floor. He retrieved the buzzing pager and looked at it and then looked at Cameron. "You just paged me?!" he asked, showing her the display.

"Not me – the phone on my desk. Someone's paging you from out there." she answered, motioning towards the conference room. Oh God – please don't let it be Chase again she silently added.

She climbed out of his arms and began to gather up her clothes as he quickly pulled on his boxers and jeans and walked to his door. "WHAT?!" he bellowed, cracking the door open just a bit.

Foreman jumped. "House!…uh, I was just wondering where everyone was."

"Now you know. Do you actually need something?" he demanded.

"Well, I told Mrs. Bishop's daughter we'd come to get her at about 5:30 for the transp…"

"Yeah – great – anything else? I'm busy."

"Well, no, but…what are you doing in there?" Foreman tried to peek through the opening of the door, but could see nothing because of the darkness.

"Having sex – now go away." House shut and locked the door.

Surprised by the answer, Foreman loudly asked, "With who?!", but got no response.

Taking another look at the lunch tray – and the unopened salad on Cameron's desk – he exhaled loudly. Shaking his head, he thought back to his conversation at lunch, Oh God No! Chase was right. "This is going to be SO BAD." He muttered out loud, placing his head in his hands.

"What's going to be so bad?" Chase asked walking into the office.

"Oh man – you were right." Foreman said.

"Right about what?"

Pointing to the darkened office, he answered. "House and Cameron. She's in there with him right now!"

"You've bloody well got to be kidding me. She's in there? Now? With House?"

Foreman nodded.

"You actually saw her?" Chase questioned.

"Saw who?!"

Both Chase and Foreman, with a look of shock, whirled around to see the source of the familiar voice. "WHAT the?" they both asked looking from Cameron to the darkened office, and back again.

"I asked you who you saw?" she repeated, not taking her eyes off of the two perplexed fellows.

"Um….nobody, I guess…" Foreman said, shrugging and looking over at Chase.

"Yeah. Nobody." he concurred.

"Okay…Thank God lunch is here – I'm starved!" She walked away from the boys and smiled to herself. And thank God for Wilson and that patio door, too!