WARNING: This is a LITTLE rated R...more like rated a little r. lol

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Cameron was also back to work part-time that Monday, but her schedule was in the afternoon. House asked Wilson to pick her up at her place since he was out anyway to drop Debra off at the hotel.

It's not like Cameron wanted to work in the afternoon, she much preferred the mornings, but House gave her plenty of unsubstantiated reasons why she should work the afternoon hours and she didn't have the energy to argue with him. Besides, if House went to pick her up, he'd convince her to have noon sex and then he'd be too tired to go back to work, not House's admission, but Cameron's suspicions.

When Cameron came into work around 1p.m., the boys were out running tests on the 17 year old. House was sitting at his desk in his usual pose: feet on the desk, headphones on, hands clasped in front of him, his head back against the head rest and his eyes closed.

She quietly opened and closed the door between the two rooms, limped with her cane to the side of the desk, trying not to touch him, leaned over and kissed him.

"Anjelina! I told you I will NOT have sex with you in my office!" he screamed, not opening his eyes.

Cameron removed the headphones and their eyes met.

"Oh, it's you, darnit. I wanted Anjelina," he said as he picked up his head and gave her another kiss.

"Not in the office, House. I told you…" she teased.

"Hey! You kissed me first!" House squealed.

"Oh, I did, didn't I?" Cameron said then moved to the chair in front of his desk and sat down.

"Any interesting cases?" she asked.

"No."

"Okay. Any interesting mail?"

"No. I ordered Chase to throw them all away."

"Okay."

"I know you and Debra talk. Have they had sex yet?"

"House! Why would you even ask me that?"

"Just curious."

"Well, that's pretty pathetic, and NO, they haven't."

It was quiet between them for several moments.

"So, what do I do now?" she asked.

"Get under my desk and…"

"House! NO!" she said then laughed.

"Okay, open today's mail then fill out patient forms for me."

"You've seen patients? Wow, I'm impressed. Fine," she said as she stood and went to the computer desk.

House watched her all the way as she sat down, a grin on his face. She opened a few pieces of mail, set some on the desk while she threw others in the trash. House put his headphones back on, leaned back and opened one eye just wide enough so he could see her but it looked like his eyes were closed.

She opened one piece of mail, looked at it funny, looked up at House, looked back at the letter and pulled out the two small tickets that were in the tri-fold pages. She sighed, wondering who he was going with: maybe he and Debra were going, or maybe Wilson. He knew she didn't particularly care for the group, she didn't really know their music at all, so why would he even consider her?

She walked into his office, laid the tickets on his desk and turned to walk away.

"So, how about it?" House asked.

"I told you I wasn't getting underneath your desk!"

House picked his head up and smiled wickedly. "Oh, I forgot. I don't even think you were born then. Chicago…Trenton Coliseum. Thought you'd want to go with me."

"It's…" Cameron leaned over and read the dates on the stubs. "…Friday night. I don't know…my leg might be hurting and…"

"Take some Vicodin," he said.

"…I may be too tired to…"

"Leave work early and take a nap."

She smiled at him and cocked her head. "Okay, fine."

"Cameron?"

"Yes, House?" she said, the tone in her voice with his name came out as if she were irritated.

"Did you love him?"

She looked at him confused. "Who?"

"Your husband."

"I…wait, why do you want to know?"

"Because you owe me one answer to one of my questions," he said.

"I most certainly do not! Oh, wait, I do, from breakfast." She hesitated a moment before she said, "I loved him, I just don't think I was in love with him."

"Okay."

"Okay," Cameron answered and went back to the diagnostics room.

The pain in her leg had been giving her fits, even though she could keep it straight on a box by the chair. She pulled out her bottle of vicodin and laughed at the irony of it: she was beginning to understand House's need for the painkillers.

She popped two in her mouth and swallowed with her Evian. A little panic button set off in her stomach when she realized she only had three more left and the prescription didn't have any refills left on it.

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By Friday, the week went by quickly for Debra, and, although she was tired, even after taking a nap when she got home, she was looking forward to going to the Chicago concert with House, Cameron and Wilson. She was shocked he'd given Wilson two tickets to go with them; she thought the two would want to go alone. But since she'd started working, she and House would have lunch together and Wilson would often join them. They had become quite chummy.

The boys didn't seem to pay any attention to the fact that House and Cameron were now an item. They figured out by mid-week that they had been seeing each other. Chase hadn't even been nasty, considering 'House stole her away from him.' But that didn't mean he wasn't watching them out of the corner of his eye.

Debra was sitting on the bed thinking, waiting for Wilson to come home from work watching Montel. She had a dream about Wilson while she napped, and it disturbed her a little. They were in a bed and breakfast in a small little town of unknown origins and having a real good time. They were laughing and holding one another's hands and kissing. Everything about the whole dream was very…romantic and intimate.

"Debra..will you…"

"Hey, Debra! Sorry I'm late. Let me just…"

Debra was snapped out of her thoughts when Wilson came into the room. "What's wrong?" he asked alarmed.

"Nothing, nothing. I was just thinking. Fine, I'm ready to go when you are," she said, her voice a little shaky.

Wilson grabbed fresh clothes and went into the bathroom. "We're gonna get drinks afterwards, if you're up for it! I thought we'd celebrate moving in tomorrow," Wilson yelled from the bathroom right before he turned on the water.

"Sure, sounds great," she hollered back.

And suddenly it came to her. She had to have him. There was nothing she could give him to thank him for all she's done for him, well, there was, but it sounded like such a good idea at the time.

She took off her blouse and jeans, sans bra and underwear, and sneaked into the bathroom. She quietly opened the door and walked up to the tub. She grabbed a corner of the shower curtain and pulled it back, watching him. His back was facing her, the water cascading down his face and she smiled.

"Need your back washed?" she asked.

He jumped a little and turned to look at her, dropping the soap.

"Debra! What are…" Wilson thought a minute, actually, a millisecond, smiled at her then said, "yes, sure."

Wilson turned to face her as she got into the tub, holding out his hand to help her and stood in front of him. He couldn't help but look at her scar, which was still in the process of healing. He ran a wet finger over the scar, in between her breasts, closer to her left one. She was really nervous about him seeing it, let alone touch it.

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, the nervousness no longer there, for the both of them. Wilson leaned in and kissed her, softly and sweetly. She rubbed her hands against his wet back and traced her fingernails up to his shoulder blades. She felt goose bumps spring up on his arms as they embraced and she laughed to herself.

That told her one thing: that he felt for her what she felt for him. And it felt, 'right'.

Debra pulled her head back and said, "We'd better hurry."

"Sorry, but I don't hurry things like this," he told her and they laughed.

She knelt down and picked up the soap and the washcloth, soaping it up and grinned at him. She ran it over his chest, waist, and told him to turn around. She delicately washed his back, legs, everything. When she got to his ass, she pretended to drop the washcloth and rubbed it with her bare hand.

"Hey! Your hand is cold!" he screamed and they laughed again.

Debra stepped out of the shower, Wilson followed her and she handed him his towel, stood back and watched him dry off, with a huge smile on her face. When he was done, he took her hand, led her to the bed, and set her down gently on her back, settling in beside her.

"Debra, you know, I've wanted this for so long, you for so long, since we first met, I think," he told her, a little embarrassed.

She kissed him and pulled him to her, loving the feel and smell of his freshly clean skin against hers. Wilson ran his hand over her stomach, bringing it up to her breasts. She inhaled deeply at his touch.

After several minutes of touching and caressing and kissing the other, Wilson finally slid himself into her wet orifice. She moaned softly at the sensation, and she knew she wanted him for probably just as long as she did.

He finally came, his legs tensed straight and he held himself up with his arms so as not to put any pressure on her chest. She kissed him passionately then collapsed beside him. She rolled over and cuddled with him as they'd done very night the past few weeks.

"Maybe we should have gotten a one bedroom," she said then laughed. "And hurry up, mister! If we are late meeting up with Greg and Allison they'll know we did something bad."

"Bad?! That was bad?!" he said as he laughed and sat up.

"Oh, hardly. Now, get!" she said, laughing along with him.