Devious

"Foreman?" Cameron asked slightly worried, her hands still working on House's thigh.

"You... and..." he said looked wide eyed between House and Cameron, pointing in their direction "... and you!" he said looking towards Cuddy and Wilson.

"Well at least he can talk." House said with a roll of his eyes, "Cuddy was speechless for at least two minutes. Then again we were gethmmm hm." he finished as Cameron's hands clamped over his mouth.

By his eyes she could tell that he was smirking so she was not exactly surprised when she felt his mouth shift beneath her fingers; his tongue darting out to tentatively lick her palm then nibbling gently on a stray finger.

Cameron sighed; frustrated as she wanted nothing more to kiss him senseless but instead she pulled her hands from his scruffy chin and crossed her arms in annoyance.

House grinned feeling the increasing heat against the back of his thighs. It was about time she was at flustered as he was; her nimble fingers moving across his thigh were both relaxing and provoking at the same time.

Wilson and Cuddy where smiling knowingly at the pair on the sofa, Cuddy now sitting quite comfortably on Wilson's lap.

Foreman watched the whole thing with a look close to horror. With a sigh he let his heads rest in his hands.

"Well at least we now have some evidence that you're not gay." he said with a sigh.

"And here I thought you'd be actually happy for us, what with the sexual tension gone from the office." House said sarcastically, then suddenly serious. "Though I would advise no one to come in here without knocking in future."

Cameron groaned, completely embarrassed and covered her face with her hands.

"Fine." Foreman said as quietly as possible, in a tone that told Cameron she would not be spared the moral lecture that had suddenly been rescheduled.

"So, how exactly did the entire hospital get the idea that me and Jimmy were doing the nasty?" said House, wriggling further into the depths of the couch, his right thigh rubbing slightly against Cameron's as a silent request for attention.

Everyone in the room recoiled slightly at his words.

"Well, you two were acting sort of weird this morning and Chase..." Foreman started.

"...jumped to conclusions." House said with a frown creasing his brow. "That boy is so stupid it's unbelievable. How could you have slept with him?" he said nudging Cameron. "Even if you were high."

Cameron didn't blush as House would have expected. Instead her eyes grew dark as crossed her arms over her torso and gave him a look that clearly said "You're so not getting any tonight."

"House, I never knew you could be so romantic." Cuddy said sarcastically her arms draped loosely around Wilson's neck.

"Cuddy, stop trying to get into my pants. Or at least not when 'she'," he pointed at Cameron, "is in the room."

At which point Cameron unhooked her arms and pinched him again.

"Ahh! Oww! STOP!" House screeched, trying to escape Cameron's clutches.

Which resulted in him tumbling from the couch in a tangle of limbs on the floor.

At which point the rest of the room burst into a peel of laughter.

"This is your fault." he said in a dangerously low tone kneeling in front of Cameron.

"Greg." Cameron said warningly.

But the mischievous glint in his eyes persisted as he drew closer. His hands reached for her waist but she gripped his wrists in attempt to keep them at bay, instead he used this to his advantage. He pulled his arms back causing Cameron to fall forward to land hard and awkwardly on his awaiting lips.

It took only seconds to make her forget that there were three other people in the room.

Cuddy and Wilson were practically shaking with laughter.

House released her hands knowing that she wasn't going anywhere.

"Urgh, there are just some things I don't want to see." said Foreman.

Despite Foreman's words their kiss did not slow or become any less intense.

"He's right you two," Cuddy said through giggly laughter, "Cut it out or I'll fire you asses."

Cameron pulled back then leant against the back of the couch her cheeks flushing pink.

"Hey, it's not fair. You and Wilson get to play but we don't." House said pouting and frowning, his hands now resting on Cameron's hips. But they were far from idol, his fingers moving across her hip bone encouraging her body move forward and lean against him as he knelt between her thighs.

Foreman looked as though he was one comment away from putting his fingers in his ears, closing his eyes and rocking back and forth whilst humming.

"No anything in the hospital. For any of us."

"But..." House started.

"No." Cuddy said in a final tone, moving from Wilson's lap to the matching foot rest.

"Fine." he said pulling himself back onto the couch and putting his legs on Cameron's lap once more.

Cuddy looked incredulously at House.

"What? My leg is stiff."

Cameron's hands descended to the area, working slowly and methodically.

"So long as it's just your leg that's stiff." Cuddy murmured.

Foreman grunted and thumped his head against the glass door behind him. "I'm leaving."

"Uh-uh," House said seriously, "You, my little black minion, are going to find Chase and bring him back here to the conference room."

"Why?"

"Revenge, now go. Do my bidding."

"Do I even want to know what your crazy idea is?" Foreman asked tentatively wonder exactly how much of his pay check would go towards psychologists bills this month.

"I doubt it."

"Fine." Foreman sighed, before hauling himself to his feet and walking dejectedly out of the office.

The room descended into an apprehensive silence.

"Go on then." Wilson said with a sigh.

"What?" House asked with a smug tone.

"Your plan." Wilson prompted, rolling his eyes.

"Why do I always have to come up with the plans?" He whined, "Is it because I'm the only genius in the room?"

"No, because you're the only one devious enough to come up with a good enough way to exact revenge." Cameron answered.

"True." he admitted.

"Okay, here's the plan..."