Phase Two

House's hands reached further around her, holding her closer to him.

She moaned against his mouth as she felt him stand with her still wrapped around him, quite happy that phase two didn't require her to move away from him for some time at least.

"Where are we going?" she asked her arms around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Back to my office." he said simply.

"Buh...but the conference room... its... anyone in there will see us..."

"Exactly." he said with an evil looking grin, as he moved to the balcony door and stepped into the cool New Jersey air.

"But..." she tried to argue.

But it was no good, he fixed her with his usual smouldering intense stare and she was putty in his hands. A play-thing to mould and shape as he willed.

And he knew it.

He had done as much in the bedroom so she wasn't entirely shocked as he pulled her into his schemes, she was rather honoured to be honest. Normally the only person he would 'conspire' with was Wilson. Now he was conspiring with her against Wilson it seemed rather odd, though she had to admit she was thoroughly enjoying it.

So far.

House sidestepped along the hospital wall until they stood a few inches from the edge of the conference room window. He leaned toward the glass and glanced into the room.

When he straightened his grin was almost ear to ear as he whispered quietly. "Perfect."

"What's perfect?" she asked trying to look herself but House was quick on his feet and turned to pin her against the rough exterior wall.

"Ah-ah, now who's plan is this?"

"Yours." she breathed, her voice and intriguing mix of arousal and disappointment.

He nodded slightly, and inclined his head as he considered her lips and lent in to kiss them.

"But..." Allison said, gripping the collar of his shirt and holding him back (though it did take a great deal of will power to deny him even if it was for just 10 seconds) "...as an accomplice shouldn't I know what I'm getting into?"

Despite her best efforts (which were pathetic) his lips descended against hers in a passionate kiss, he pulled back just a few short moments later to stare into the lust drenched eyes of Allison Cameron. It took all his will power not to kiss her again and strip her down right there but he proceeded to reveal the basics of Phase two.

"The conference room has three occupants. Wilson, the primary target, and Forman and Chase, slaves that do my bidding. Wilson is currently ranting at the slaves, who being the good little slaves that they are, are sitting facing the hallway. The point of this phase it to walk by the window with the biggest grin on my face he's ever seen, thereby attracting Wilson's attention rendering him speechless and struck dumb in front of the gossip harbourers of the hospital. Before the slaves can turn around we shall be safely out of sight in my office. Got it?"

Her eyes still hooded she nodded slightly in a hazy kind of understanding, before her lips came down on his. Her fingers trailed through his short scruffy hair messing it up further and drawing his lips harder to hers. The kiss was hard, wild and adrenaline filled; from the newness of the relationship, from the conspiring and sneaking, from the fact that it was forbidden and secret.

They pulled apart panting; both with only the barest recollection of what the plan was but the sounds of Wilson's raised voice drew them from their 'moment'.

House checked the room once again, then turning back to his accomplice, he nodded in the affirmative before moving off.

Cameron buried her head in the crook of his neck once more.

After just two steps the shouting stopped.

House grinned widely as Wilson took on a deer in headlights look which made him wish he had a camera.

Seconds later they were entering House's office.

"Did he see us?" Cameron asked.

"Yup," House said moving to the desk and letting her rest upon it. "You should have seen the look on his face!"

"What about Foreman and Chase?"

"Completely oblivious as usual." he said with a smirk.

"So, do you think of me as your oblivious slave as well?" she said mischievously.

"Hell no!" he said, just as the door to his office began to shake. "You're my gorgeous sex slave."

"Hey!" she said pushing him half heartedly, her ankles disentangling, calves dropping down to his thighs.

"What? Whips and chains. I thought you mentioned them last night?" he said with a smug grin, Wilson's shouts on the other side of the glass door.

"Anything thing to keep you under control."

He leaned forward a little his lips barely and inch from hers. "Yes, Mistress."

"Now, go and answer that door, Gregory." she said in a low seductive tone, far more confidant than she felt.

"Permission to kiss you senseless first." he said glancing at the place where the door was covered by vertical blinds then back to her soft pink lips.

"HOUSE!" Wilson shouted. "Open the god damned door!"

"Granted." she said with a devilish grin.