CHAPTER THREE – Part 3

Both Cameron and House wake up at 9:30, frantically getting ready for work. Well, Cameron does; House never does get out of bed.

"Okay, that'll work," Cameron screams from the bathroom as she dries herself off. "I'll go in first then you come in at least half an hour later."

"Cameron, won't you give me some before you go," he whines.

"No! Get your lazy ass up," she says as she walks in with the towel wrapped around her.

"Oh, god, woman!" he exclaims as he sees her beautiful body.

She stops then searches for her duffle bag, placing it on the bed. "What?"

"You walk in practically naked and tell me you won't have sex with me. That is just downright…mean."

"I'm a tease. What can I say?" she says with a laugh as she removes the towel and throws it on the floor, grabs her bra and looks for her panties. "Damnit, where are my…"

"You forgot them? Ah, too bad. Don't worry. There's a pair in the top drawer." Cameron shoots her head up and looks at him surprised, the bra clinging to her breasts. "Oh, god, Cam…just five minutes?"

She laughs and heads to the dresser, purposefully sticking her ass out for him. "No!"

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Cameron, Foreman and Chase are sitting at the conference room table going over the chart of their latest patient. House walks in, his duffle bag in his hand and goes to his office without saying a word.

"What's his problem?" Chase asks Foreman, referring to House. "He usually makes one snide comment as he saunters in."

Foreman shakes his shoulders. "Hooker probably stood him up last night." Chase snickers at Foreman but Cameron lifts her head and glares at Foreman. "What?"

"You guys don't have to be so hard on him," Cameron answers.

"Hard…HARD on him? Do you think he gives us any type of leverage at all?" Foreman says angrily.

"Oh, god." Chase says. "You're going after him, now, aren't you?"

"No, I'm…I'mmmm," Cameron says, ending in a quick grunt. "Look, drop it, will…" Suddenly she jerks forward and slaps her hand loudly against the table. She buries her face flush against the table.

"Cameron, Cameron! Are you alright?" Chase asks as he rushes to her.

"Yeah, yeah…fine," she says as she sits back up, her face contorted.

"Do you need some water?"

She shakes her head and seems to regain her composure. She leans back against the chair and looks into House's office; he's pulling things out of his bag, not aware of what's going on in the room. Instant anger builds up in Cameron; she felt the lump in the liner of the panties, but she was in such a hurry she didn't think twice about it. Now, she berates herself for falling into what House had done: the panties he bought her have a built in vibrator that sets right on her clit, and he purposefully hid her own undies so she'd have to wear the ones he bought.

"Okay, let's go over the symptoms again," she says, hoping if she changes the subject the vibration on her clit won't happen again.

She stands and walks to the white board, grabs the pen and writes down a few words. At the end of the last word, a vibration shoots over her clit and she tenses up at her knees and clutches her thighs tightly, grabs the edge of the board and the 'ism' comes out in an intelligible downfall.

"Cameron! What the hell is wrong with you?" Foreman asks.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

She turns to her two colleagues. They notice right away her flushed cheeks and the daze in her eyes.

"If he was only twelve when he had the first strooh-oooh-ooooh…" She tenses her legs again and crosses her feet, closes her eyes and tries again to make the vibration go away, knowing full well that wouldn't happen.

"Dr. Cameron, are you alright?" House asks nicely, somewhat concerned, as he bravely walks by her toward the coffee machine.

"Uh-huh."

"Great! What's going on with the latest patient? Bobby, Brett, Bubba?"

Cameron cringed at the name 'Bubba.' She'd told him just the day before that's what she named her dildo.

"It's Roger," Foreman answers then describes the latest symptoms.

House seems extremely disinterested. He slides his hand into his right pocket. Cameron goes to sit in a chair, but she stops mid-step and inhales deeply, reaching for the back of the chair. Chase rushes to her, but by then the orgasm has started and she gets a tight grip of Chase's forearm as she leans into him, burying her face in his back. The orgasm flows through her and her breath becomes shallow and heavy. Chase guides her to the chair and she can barely sit down without her body shaking.

"Chase, Foreman, go do my clinic hours."

They both look at him bewildered.

"House, I will not leave her," Chase tells him, bewildered.

"She's fine. Now go."

Both men grumble as they leave. Cameron turns, stands up and confronts him. "You are such a bastard! I can't believe you did that in front of them."

He tries to hide a laugh then says, "When did you think I would use it?"

"When we were a…………"

House has hit the on button again and she spreads her legs to lessen the pressure but it doesn't work. Her slacks are keeping it securely against her clit.

"Stawp, Howwwwww…"

He's alternating the on and off buttons sending her into another orgasm. She falls back and House reaches out for her shoulders and pulls her to him. He's kept it on steady mode as she grabs onto him, burying her face in his chest. She bites at his shirt as the wave of the orgasm rages through her. He puts his arms around her back and waist, making sure to press his dick against her stomach so she can feel he's hard. Her nails dig into his back as she holds him tighter the closer she comes to orgasm.

"Cum for me, Cameron," he whispers in her ear.

She's whining in the back of her throat, almost in a cry. He can feel her stomach tense against his hard cock as she tries to catch her breath; she then holds her breath and lets the orgasm shoot through her. Her moans escape her as she clutches onto him. He feels her body shiver, and waits for the orgasm to subside, as her groans have.

"House! What the hell…"

"Cuddy, she's fine. She just got dizzy and almost fell."

Cuddy walks up to them and tries to get a look of her face. Cameron lifts her head back and Cuddy sees the tears that have built up in her eyes.

"Allison, are you okay?" Cuddy asks concerned.

She lets go of her hold on House and can barely stand. Cuddy pulls out a chair and helps her sit down.

"Cameron, you're flushed." She puts the back of her hand on her forehead. "You feel a little hot."

"Of course she's hot," House says as he walks toward his office. "She's just been holding the sexiest man in the world!"

Cameron seems oblivious as to where she is.

"Oh, and Cameron? I want that report on my desk by 4, and make sure the papers are still in the file."

Cameron knows what he means – he wants her in his office at 4:00 and she'd better not take the panties off. But, still, she hates the man.

"Cuddy, I'm fine. I just need to go to the bathroom."

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TO BE CONTIN…YUUU…YUUU…YUUUD! hehehehe