A/N: Sorry I didn't write any more detail, but as much as I love to read smut, I just cannot write it.
Chapter 11
After they'd finished eating, House and Cameron sat on the couch and watched TV. Cameron wasn't paying attention; she was experiencing a fairly severe nicotine fit. She couldn't remember the last time she'd wanted a cigarette so badly. She'd only been smoking again for a few weeks! She shifted in her seat, jostling House a bit. House glanced at her, and could tell immediately what was wrong. He grinned. He decided to say nothing, and see how long she could hold out.
Not long, as it turned out. After another minute of picking invisible pieces of lint off her pants and crossing her legs, Cameron stood up.
"I'm going outside for some fresh air," she announced, and went out the door. House grinned, shaking his head. She could keep a secret like that for twelve or thirteen years, but she was still so transparent about wanting a cigarette. He got up and followed her outside.
He found her sitting on the steps to his building, puffing gloriously. Sitting carefully next to her, he stared straight ahead into the street.
"Fresh air, huh?" House asked. Cameron didn't reply, but he saw her blush a little out of the corner of his eye. "Those things will kill you."
"Gee, I never heard that before. Good thing you're a doctor, or I would never have known," Cameron replied.
"I thought we already talked about this. Only one of us can be the sarcastic jerk in this relationship, and I have seniority," House said.
"Relationship?" Cameron asked, smiling. House looked at the ground between his feet. He hadn't really meant to say that, but now that he had… "Don't worry, I won't tell anybody you said it," Cameron reassured him. She took one last drag on her cigarette, and flicked it into the street.
"Can I ask you something?" Cameron said, turning to House. House tensed. He had a feeling she was going to ask about Paula. In fact, he was a little surprised she hadn't asked about it already.
"I didn't sleep with her," House blurted.
"I know," Cameron replied. House looked questioningly at her. "I asked Wilson. I didn't think you'd really want to talk about it."
"I don't," House said quickly. They sat in silence for a moment.
"Why did you leave me in charge?" Cameron asked him.
"You had to learn sometime. I thought it might be easier without me in the audience," House answered. Cameron nodded. After a few minutes of silence, Cameron reached in her pocket and pulled out her pack of cigarettes. House laid his hands over hers and looked her in the eyes.
"You know," he drawled, in a deep, low voice, "I'm sure we could put your oral fixation to better use."
"What did you have in mind?" Cameron asked, breathless. His eyes always did that to her.
House didn't answer; instead he leaned forward and kissed her. Her mouth opened, and House explored. He let go of her hands and plunged his hands into her hair. Cameron dropped her cigarettes and took hold of his shirt, pulling him closer. They kissed passionately, until Cameron began to get the feeling they were being watched. She broke apart from House, and realized they were still outside.
"Let's go inside," she suggested, standing. She offered House a hand, pulling him up to
follow her. Closing the door behind her, Cameron turned to look at House shyly.
Before she could say a word, House pressed her against the door, his body pinning her in place. He kissed her hard, and she responded. Cameron reached her hands under his t-shirt and lightly ran her nails down his chest and stomach. House's lips left Cameron's mouth and began a slow path across her jaw, kissing down her neck to her collarbone. House brought his hands forward and began unbuttoning her blouse, to reveal a lacy, white bra. He grinned wickedly at her before dropping his head to trail his tongue in an arch just above its lacy edge. Cameron cupped his face with her hands and pulled him back to her lips. Kissing him gently, she whispered against his lips. House didn't need to be asked twice. He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom.
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House woke during the night, initially confused by the hair tickling his nose and sticking to his stubble. Letting his eyes adjust to the darkness, he stared at a sleeping Allison Cameron in his bed. He'd only just begun to grin, self-satisfied, when he realized why he'd woken up. His leg hurt. It was not just sore; it hurt. He grimaced, both at the physical pain he felt and the emotional pain he feared. He closed his eyes, determined that by a sheer force of will he could make his leg stop hurting. He rubbed it, and the pain lessened.
House knew he wouldn't get back to sleep unassisted, but he had nothing in the house to help him sleep. He closed his eyes, preparing himself for a long night awake, when Cameron rolled over in her sleep and snuggled closely against him, flinging her arm across his chest. He smiled, and wrapped his arm around her. Of course his leg hurt, he reasoned to himself, remembering what he'd been doing a few hours ago. Comforted, he slowly drifted back to sleep.