since I have not posted anything in over a month - here's a little teaser. I promise I'll work quicker on these!!! I've diverted my attentions somewhere else (did I mention that already?) so my creativity to this story has diminished. Sorry about the delay!

CHAPTER SEVEN – Part 2

After Cameron confirms their room is ready, House can't keep his hands off of her in the elevator to room 1216, even though there is another couple in with them. House stands against the back wall and keeps sliding his arm around her waist and she keeps pushing him away.

"Ah, but honey! We're on our honeymoon!" House whines. "You said if we got married you'd let me…" he whispers into her ear, but they're not words; just enough to pique the curiosity of their neighbors.

"House!"

"Baby, I told you to call me Daddy House! 'Cuz I want like ten-ah your-ah baybees." For some un-Godly reason, House's accent has become quite Southern, Western North Carolina, maybe.

Cameron rolls her eyes and shrinks further into the corner of the elevator. The floor buttons flash just past the sixth floor; going entirely too slowly for her taste. And their travel companions are on a higher floor than the doctors' room so it's going to be a long, painful ride for Cameron.

"But shug-ah pie! We have to have a boy to get your daddy's inheritance and we have to work on it to-night!"

For some unknown reason Cameron starts to laugh. It might be the fact that House's hand has been tugging at the back of her blouse for the past few seconds, attempting to get his hand under it and he is failing miserably.

"Sorry, it's past his nap time," Cameron tells the couple.

"Yeah, a major nap wid may wifeee-pooh!"

DING

"Oh, thank God!" Cameron says exasperatingly as the doors open and she practically runs out.

Only after the doors close does she ream into House, but quietly. He ignores her and snickers all the way to their room. Cameron throws her purse on the couch then goes to stand on the balcony to admire the view of the ocean.

"Isn't this…House!" Cameron screams as he presses his body against hers and wraps his arms around her, clasping her hands tightly at her stomach. "What has gotten into you? You're never usually this annoying."

"I'd say more annoyingly cute. But it could be the smell of the salt water; could be the squawking of the seagulls; could be that I'm in a hotel room with you and I want to take you right here and now."

He grinds his hips into the small of her back and she gasps at feeling his erect dick. He leans down and kisses her neck slowly; letting his beard drape over and tickle her soft, warm skin. He grins to himself when he feels goose bumps erupt on her back.

"Hmm…no, House…" she mutters.

"No? No one says no…" He continues to kiss her neck as he speaks. "…to me."

"Cuddy does – all the time."

"But not you."

"Not until now. There's something we have to do." She manages to turn herself around to face House.

"Yeah, like taking off our clothes," he says as he starts to lift his t-shirt off.

"No. You and I are playing poker."

"No! Oh, and hey, you just said no to me!" He eyes her suspiciously. "What exactly is your plan?"

"Strip poker."

House's eyebrows rise when she says that. "You do know I can play poker."

"So? How do you know I can't?" He thought about that challenge for a minute. "And just to be on the safe side, you can not change into more layers of clothes, and shoes, socks and underwear count as clothing."

"Oh, really?! Who died and made you Pit Boss?"

"Me, and you can not leave to remove any piece of clothing, either. It has to be in front of the other."

His squints his right eye at her. "Anything else, Ms. Queen Pit Boss?" he says sarcastically but playfully.

"Oh, rules are to be determined as the game progresses."

"Damn, you're tough! So, when I win, what do I get?"

"Anything you want. As for me…" she says as she breaks from his hold of her and walks back into the room. "…when I win, I get to do what I want."

"Hmm, okay," House says as he follows her into the room. "Let me get this straight: I can do anything I want…anything…and you won't object."

"Right," she says as she grabs a deck of cards from her purse and sits in front of the coffee table; House sits on the couch across from her.

"Oh, this is going to be fun!"