Okay, as I've gotten many requests to carry on with Cameron's threat, here is the missing 3 hours of what I started, and whoah! Have I started something! lol

Anyone care to hear what Wilson wears? Or Chase? Forget about Foreman-WHO CARES?! lol Just a thought. I HATE shipping!

MIND YOU – HE'S WEARING A T-SHIRT, ok??

AND I CHANGED THE RATING FROM K+ TO M, due to content.

There WILL be a Part Two..or Three..depends. lol

BOXERS OR BRIEFS – Part One

House is in a jam. His urine is about to spew out of his ears (ok, not literally). She stands up and steps back in the doorway, leans against it, crosses her arms and waits. "You've got thirty seconds, old man."

House never hated Cameron as much as he hates her now; totally despises the woman. He can't take the sheet because he isn't using one. He just has the blanket and there is no way he'd be able to wrap that around himself and tear into the bathroom. He certainly isn't going to pee in his bed.

"Phhttt, who you calling an old man?"

"I'm certainly not referring to Steve McQueen."

"Go make me coffee if you need me in the office."

"Nope."

"Man! Can't you give an old man a break?" He feels it about to burst like Old Faithful in Yosemite and his breath has become heavier, an occasional 'shhhhhh' slips out.

"Nope. You've never given Foreman, Chase or me a break."

"You're heartless."

"Yep. Need me to run the water in the sink for you? I hear that actually works," she says, an evil expression on her face.

"NO! You are SO doing like TWENTY of my clinic hours!"

"Fine. I just have to know."

"What if I just tell you?"

"No, I need a picture to show the guys."

"Okay, now that is just GROSS!"

"Hey, I'm thinking of making a calendar for charity!" she says as she takes off her jacket. She's grown a little warm teasing her boss, and she's getting herself a little worked up herself.

"You're a bitch…" he says as he sits up and pulls the blanket up to his waist, hiding the view from her.

She shrugs her shoulders as she says, "I've been called worse."

"You're bitchier than bitch," he says, as he takes a deep breath and prepares himself for the mad dash to the bathroom.

"Okay, now that I can put on my resume…holy SHIT!"

House has succeeded in standing up, and Cameron finds the answer she's been looking for. Most women would blush; some might even giggle, but Cameron smiled – and smiled BIG.

But as he puts weight on his right leg, he collapses back down on the bed, rubbing his thigh hard to ease the pain and groaning in pain. He is so taken aback he forgets to cover his 'mini-cane.' Cameron rushes to his side and asks if he's alright, feeling completely like a shit for causing him pain.

"I…I'm sorry, House!" she says genuinely.

"Shut up and hand me my cane!" he barks.

She looks around the room and sees it against the nightstand next to the bed, as well as the bottle of Vicodin sitting next to the clock. She grabs the cane, turns to hand it to him but hits him in the shoulder with it.

"OW! Damnit! What the…" he hollers out, rubbing his left shoulder now instead of his right thigh.

"House…oh, god, I'm sorry!"

Cameron steps closer to House, only inches apart and puts her hand out close to his shoulder. Her upper torso is slightly bent to see his face better. The look on her face is priceless, and he can't help but bust out laughing.

"Stop it!" she says seriously. "It was an accident and I feel…"

House stops rubbing his left shoulder, and when she is close enough he strikes. With his right hand he grabs her behind her head, at her neck, and pulls her closer to him. He presses his lips against hers and for a brief moment she's taken aback, but his warm lips makes her melt. Their eyes close and his lips surround her bottom lip, smacking lightly as their noses touch. Her left hand moves to his neck and softly caresses his collarbone with her thumb, while moving her other fingers, kneeding his skin. She dares to stick out her tongue to caress his lips, and when he feels her wet tongue searching for his, he pulls her away from him, looking at her intensely.

"Now, move."

She opens her eyes in surprise at the sudden departure of his lips on hers. "Huh…wha'… oh."

She steps aside and watches him stand up, his t-shirt falling just at his hips, and he limps to the bathroom. The rear view of him walking away leaves her mouth gaping to the floor, literally.

House's ass – okay, what words can she find to describe them? They're not quite cottage cheese, more like, hmmm, not yogurt…she'll get back to that. She'll just have to feel them to find out what to compare them to. But right now, she's just admiring the view.

Oh, she is SO going to pay! Where are my pants…hell, where are my shorts?!

"Get the coffee going, will you? I need caffeine to work!" House screams from the bathroom to Cameron, who's not listening to one word he's saying. She's busy at the moment, moving in for her own strike. "Did you hear me?"

House flushes the toilet and looks around the bathroom, hoping – no, praying – he left a pair of shorts on the floor. He didn't. He curses to himself.

"You'd better be in the living room!" he hollers out as he stands at the bathroom doorway.

"I am," she answers, hoping he'd buy it.

Due to the openness of the doors within the apartment, her voice echoes around and comes at him from the hallway.

"This isn't right...I don't believe she made me…" he mumbles to himself and he takes the few steps in the hallway to his bedroom. He walks into his bedroom and stops in mid step.

There, on his bed, is Dr. Allison Simone Cameron, laying on his bed, on her side, completely naked except for her bra and underwear, her head in her left hand and watching him with the most devilish grin on her face House has ever seen on a woman.

He quickly cups his penis with his left hand and glares at her, his face expressionless except for very narrow eyes that are burrowing holes into her…breasts, peeking out of her bra…waist, hips, thighs…

Oh, damn, and such nice breasts, too.

He suddenly feels his dick grow in his hand, and he has to release his grip just a little for the expansion. He turns to look behind him, as if what he is looking at isn't really there, and that when he turns around she'll be gone. But when he turns back she's still there.

"What's wrong?" Cameron asks, waiting anxiously for him to join her.

"Uh, is the coffee ready?" he stammers, his throat tightening up on him and he finds it difficult to breathe.

"No, but I am," she teases.

"Cam…Cameron, I can't…we can't do this."

She frowns at him and says, "Hey, you kissed me, and it was my turn to kiss back."

He shakes his head again and looks around his room for shorts to put on. There is nothing within easy reach. "Hey, you kissed me to get my blood, and I kissed you to let me go to the bathroom."

"Oh, is that the way it works?"

"Uh, ye-ah! Did you miss that class in med school?"

"Apparently I did, but I aced my Sex Ed class."

Oh, shit! What the hell am I going to do?! She can't be doing this to me, not now. I can't do this.

But the hardening of his penis tells him otherwise.