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With those thoughts House went in for a kiss and it seemed as though Allison was expecting it because she met him half way. It wasn't an explosive, fireworks kind of kiss. Instead it was more the kind of kiss were you see the girl raise up her back leg like in the old movies and lean into it. When they broke apart they were both their eyes were both starry and glazed over and had swollen lips. The passion was evident without it being like a makeout session you would see in under the bleachers at a high school. In other words, it was perfect.

And a bit later…

"House, I won't get any work done with you here."

"Hormones get the best of you?"

"Go away House."

"Fine, but you can expect me, say, around 6 o'clock."

It was five o'clock and Cameron knew that it meant it was fast approaching date time. She had put in enough over time lately that she could justify leaving then, plus she knew House wouldn't complain. So Cameron signed out of the clinic and all its mind numbingly dull cases.

I wonder how many cases of the flu I diagnosed today. And miracle of all miracles- none of them were dying! I wonder if I will be such a drama queen when I'm a mom. Whoa!!! When I'm a mom? Got to find the right guy first! But maybe I did. What am I? 16? Am I going to start drawing "Mrs. Allison House" on all my lab reports?

As those thoughts bounced around inside her head she drove home and once she got there set to work figuring out what to wear.

He's already seen short and leather; let's take a different approach tonight. Six o'clock. Sounds like dinner, and knowing House he'd like to see me looking different from work, so some place that boarders on fancy, without being pretentious. I'd say it is Little Black Dress time.

Cameron's dress hit just above the knee and is almost backless with just three small satin ribbons running across the back. It shimmers without being gaudy and looks perfect with a diamond solitarie on a white gold chain and matching earrings.

As for her hair she pin curled a few pieces and left the rest natural so it did not look over done. She was never one for French Twists or the like.

Back at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital House was beginning to prepare for their evening out as well. He had brought a suit to work to change into after and had been thoroughly interrogated by Wilson for the reason, but House didn't cave. Now he only one thing on his mind: seduction. He was going to seduce Allison Cameron tonight and he was going to be so smooth about it she wouldn't even realize what he was doing.

I hope she doesn't realize what I am doing. Despite how much we protest it doesn't, it hurts when girls punch! Alright, 5:30, better get going, don't want to be late for my date with destiny.

At 5:55 House pulled into Cameron's parking lot and at 6 o'clock he knocked on her door.

"Wow! Actually 'wow' doesn't even begin to cover it." House's eyes appraised her appearance as she spun around to give him the full view. He gave an appreciative whistle when he saw the back of the dress and then when she faced front he looked her over one last time, stopping on the V of the dress.

"Eyes on my face House. I'm not Cuddy."

Feeling slightly chastised House's gaze returned to her face. "You look amazing." He had realized that if he wanted to seduce her, he had to smooth and unassuming, the whistle he let out moments ago wasn't going to cut it.

"Thank-you," was Allison's demure response. It was amazing how quickly she shifted from being Cameron to Allison for House.

"Well, we did get going. I have reservations at "La Luna y Las Estrellas."

"The Moon and The Stars? Sounds romantic."

"Don't get all sappy on me, I only like that sort of thing on my afternoon soaps."

"Got it."

Much to Allison's surprise House was a real gentleman when the entered the restaurant. He guided her with his hand on the small of her back and opened the door for her. Then when hostess lead them to their table pulled out her chair for her before sitting down.

After ordering tapas House asked Cameron a big question, "What are you looking for in life?"

"A good man, great shoes, and a job where I make a difference." After a brief pause she continued, "At this point I am at 2 for 3, with the third coming more quickly then I expected."

Women, why do they have to speak in riddles? Well I guess it is only fair, I am, after all The King of Metaphors.

"Well, judging on the obviously expensive pumps on your feet I would say you have the shoes covered. And you care for your patients enormously, so that's 2. That leaves me wondering, who's the man? Wait! Is it Wilson? How could he not tell me? He tells me all his girlish gossip! That means it isn't him. So it must be me!"

Shit. I am going for romance and my natural snark comes out.

"Shut up and dance with me House while you are still on my good side."

House glanced at his mangled thigh and then back at beautiful women who wanted to dance with him. He stood up, held out a hand, which she gently took with hers, and led her to the small dance floor.

House wrapped his free arm around his waist while still balancing weight on his cane. Allison pulled him in close with her hands on his shoulders. Thanking his lucky stars that all he had to do for this type of dance was sway to the music House slowly moved the hand previously positioned at Allison's waist and skimmed it up and down the line of her body meeting no resistance. After just a few moments Allison slid to an even more intimate embrace, with no space between their bodies.

Sensing the building desire for more they paid the bill without eating and headed back to Allison's apartment in silence each wondering what the rest of the night will bring.