A/N: Here's another chapter enjoy!
"Ouch." House exclaimed as he clutched the back of head, reeling from the jab of pain Cameron had inflicted as she past by him smacking his head. "What was that for?" he asked as he continued to watch TV as she bustled about the apartment tidying things. After their disastrous dinner House had invited Georgia over to spend the weekend. It was his way for apologizing and offering to be a part of her life, if she wanted. She accepted after checking with Stacy and now Cameron was fixing up their extra room into a guestroom, fitting the bed with new sheets she insisted on buying and laying out fresh towels.
"That was for all your hard work and help. This is your daughter coming over to spend time with you."
"Hey I gave you my credit card to swipe till your hearts content. I did my part." Cameron sighed and joined him on the couch. He put his arm around her and drew her close to him, while he cradled the remote in his hand. House pressed a kiss to her forehead as she rested her hand on his chest.
"Thank you." He whispered as he looked her in the eyes.
"Your welcome." Cameron smiled and pressed her mouth against his, initiating a simple kiss. Her hand slid from his well developed pecs to the nape of his neck as she slipped her pink tongue into his mouth. He groaned as she began to kiss him stroking her tongue with his as he pulled her into his lap. She straddled his hips, careful not to hit his thigh, and lined her kisses along the rough stubble of his jaw. House moaned and gripped her thighs as she ground herself against him in excitement. She pulled back ceasing her wet pecks and lifted her heavy lidded eyes. "Maybe we shouldn't. Georgia should be here any minute."
"Can't you just do me before she comes?" Cameron rolled her eyes and extracted herself from his lap. He watched as she walked away, her green sweatpants stretching wonderfully over her firm bum as she moved. A knock on the door sounded as he turned the channel. He looked in the direction of the bedroom where Cameron had gone and she came out standing in the doorway.
"Get it." She instructed.
"You get it."
"House." She said giving him a pointed stare. He groaned and stood limping over to the door without his cane.
"Hi." Georgia smiled brightly as she handed him a plate of cookies. She walked past him with her oversized bag of clothes around her arm. House stuck his head into the hall to see if Stacy had waked her up. "She just dropped me off, she and Mark had a dinner date. I think they're going to do it while I'm gone." She hinted as she looked around the apartment.
"Thank you for that visual and these." He punctuated by lifting the plate.
"No problem it was the least I could do." She said. Cameron came out of the guest room and smiled as she spotted Georgia.
"Hey Georgia, I'm Allison." She said extending her hand.
Georgia nodded and shook it back. "I remember. You two are dating." She stated flatly. Cameron's smile fell, she dropped her hand cleared her throat.
"Aww, you're not going to play the role of a sullen teenager who doesn't like Daddy's girlfriend are you?" he teased as he handed Cameron the plate. "Cause you liked her before you knew I was your dad."
"I'm not." She shrugged and tossed some of her hair behind her shoulder.
"Good." He said and grabbed his cane that was propped against the back of the couch and limped into the bedroom. "Let me get my shoes we'll go to lunch."
They took Cameron's car, but house insisted on driving, to a bar in the general vicinity of the neighborhood. When they got out of the car Cameron smacked his arm, eliciting a groan from him.
"You can't take a fourteen-year-old to a bar." She exclaimed.
"Sure you can. It's in the middle of the afternoon." He looked over at Georgia who was eyeing the place suspiciously. She was wearing a light floral camisole that flowed at the waist, revealing a large expanse of bare midriff with tight jeans that were tattered at the hems. She stood tall in her black wedges, her eyes outlined in dark kohl, apple cheeks dusted with a bit of pink blush, and her lips shiny from a quick coat of Chap Stick. "No one should be there." He said reassuringly more for himself than for Georgia after getting a good look at her revealing outfit. From now on he would check her wardrobe before she left the house.
"Yeah except for the faithful alcoholics who justify an afternoon drink by that old adage of happy hour taking place somewhere in the world." Georgia said rolling her eyes.
"You get to buy your own meal." He said as he walked into the bar. They were seated at a table and handed laminated menus to pick their lunch from. Cameron ordered a Cobb salad, garnering an eye roll from House while Georgia ordered a tuna melt. Both girls picked at their meals leaving large portions behind as House whole heartily finished his Reuben.
"Do you want some of my salad?" Cameron asked shifting her plate in the direction of Georgia. She eyed the bowl debating whether or not she should except the token of friendship and picked up her fork spearing some lettuce and egg.
"It's good." She nodded. "Wanna try my sandwich?" she asked. Cameron smiled and took a small bite of the tuna melt.
"I like your top." Georgia announced as House draped an arm on the back of Cameron's chair. He rolled his eyes again at the typical exchanges girls make when marking each other with their approval.
"Thanks. I bought it on clearance at Forever 21." Cameron said.
"Oh I love that place. But only for tops to wear for dances." Georgia said.
"We should go some time."
"Yeah then you can have a sleepover and braid each others hair while celebrating the mundane moments of your day like scoring the most killer shade of lipstick." House interrupted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Georgia hit his hard abdomen.
"You're just jealous because you don't have anyone to share your lunch with." He scowled as he rubbed his stomach.
"I've got Wilson." He replied in a defensive tone.
"Who's Wilson?"
"That's his only friend. The one person in the world who's willing to spend time with him without the aspect of personal gain." Cameron replied.
"What about you?"
"I'm climbing my way up the ladder." She teased, nudging him in the side.
"Yeah and it's a long climb up Mt. Gregory."
"Ignoring the gross innuendo," Georgia said shuddering, "You're name's Gregory?" House nodded.
"I like it." She said. "Greg, G like Georgia."
"Phew, we don't have to go over the alphabet with this one we can skip right to addition." The waitress came and packed up their lunch sending them on their way. Cameron curled her fingers around his leather covered bicep as they walked through the parking lot. He gave her a small smile as they walked behind Georgia, who swung her doggie bag carelessly. She turned back smiling happily as they approached Cameron's car.