House and Cameron broke apart and just gazed at each other momentarily. Then there was a combined "What the HELL?" Neither could believe what had just happened or even begin to think about what the possible consequences are.

"I don't know, I don't care, but the differential diagnoses is that I liked it and want to do it again."

"This time Dr. Cameron I think you have hit the nail on the head."

"And what head would that be?"

"My, my, Dr. Cameron, you aren't the prude I had you figured to be. What was that for?"

"Pay back. The basketball players I dated in college…ring any bells? Or were you just jealous?"

"Well now that we're going steady and all, I guess I can tell you. I was jealous."

With that a smug grin crossed Cameron's face. Deciding to speak in a manor that most men understand, sports metaphors, she said, "Well, I usually hit a single before I round the bases."

Feeling satisfied with herself and a new found confidence she followed that comment with an invitation for House to take her out for drinks, "Come on House, buy me a drink somewhere."

"On one condition. No, two. One, you wear something leather, and two, we take my bike." House of course had secret motives for this. He found leather on women damn sexy and the thought of Cameron holding on to him as he sped through a turn a bit more quickly than usual sent a rush of adrenaline through him.

"Alright," Cameron agreed. In actuality Cameron was pleased with this request.

Ha. Now I'll give him something to think about at night when he is trying to fall asleep. It's his turn to stay up late fantasizing about us.

Five minutes after disappearing into the master bedroom to change Cameron appeared as Allison, dressed to kill in a short, black, leather mini-skirt and body hugging black sweater. It made her lithe frame look curvy in all the right places.

"I see you ditched Dr. Cameron at your bedroom door. That's good, I like Allison better. She's HOT!"

Pleased she got the desired results, but still slightly embarrassed by his comments a slight blush crept over Allison's face.

Some things just don't change.

"Let's go House."

House nodded and led the way to his bike. When they got there House gave Allison the helmet and got on first, then had her get on behind him. Once she was on she hesitated about where to put her hands.

Where do I put my hands? Should I hold on to him? Is that too forward? I doubt it, but still, this is House we are talking about.

"Hang on to me."

Happily Allison acquiesced and they both enjoyed the feel of the other pressing against them. Once House began to swiftly drive them to the Irish pub Allison suggested that was nearby House could feel her suck in a breath as he would round turns and then let it out once the turn was safely navigated. At the same time he could feel her hold on just a bit tighter as he took those turns, which made him take them all the more quickly. A bit too soon for his liking they arrived at McCoy's and they had to return to reality.

Walking into the smoky bar House and Cameron sat down at the bar and ordered their drinks a scotch and a martini respectively.

A girly drink for someone who makes girly g's, was House's thought at Allison's order.

Cameron knew better than to mention that House shouldn't mix alcohol and Vicodin, besides he knew that himself.

After the first drink had come and gone Cameron asked House a question that surprised even her, "Do you really want to sleep with me? Or was that all just posturing and bravado?"

"A better question would be what man doesn't want to sleep with you."

"Answer the question House, please." The desperation was beginning to be apparent in her voice.

Oh Lord, she doesn't want to know if I want to sleep with her, she wants to know if I love her. Shit! If I answer this wrong I am screwed. Scratch that, I won't get screwed.

"Allison, ditch the pretenses. I care about you, and that is more than I can say for just about anyone else. Beyond that, and I still working it out, but when I figure it out you will be the first to find out. Besides Steve McQueen that is."

Allison smiled.

Whew. I guess I didn't screw it up.

Who knew? House is human. He has a heart and insecurities to boot.