I have been on vacation lately, and still am. I sneaked this chapter in at an old friend's house, so just expect to have more late chapters done.

My bad.

Disclaimer - Philly Cheese Steak.

Chapter 9.

House slowly entered the small, but cozy apartment of his young duckling. He looked around, taking in all the non-Cameron things that he wouldn't expect her to have. He didn't look around much last time her was here. Probably because he immediately fucked her even before he went five feet into the home. Anyway, House took notice of the several shelves which contained numerous albums and CD's. He also took a keen interest in the upright piano in the corner of the living room. He was honestly expecting to see fluffy pink pillows lying around everywhere, or mounds of cotton candy on every flat surface. Instead, he saw the practical living styles of Cameron, and probably a side of Cameron that just might be as obsessed with music as much as he was.

MASSIVE turn on.

House's reverie was broken when he heard Cameron's voice speaking.

"Huh?," asked House.

Cameron smiled at House's slight out-of-place-ness. "I said 'do you want anything to drink?'"

"Yeah, sure." House felt uneasy being caught off-guard. "Oh, and these are for you."

House handed Cameron the flowers he had gotten her as an apologetic gift.

"Oh, House, they're beautiful."

Cameron noticed House's nod which was so slight probably because he was shy. He probably thought he was pathetic at the moment. She sensed this and reached up to gently kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you," she whispered into his ear and smiled. Cameron thought she heard a small sigh coming from him, but maybe it was all in her head. She then disappeared into the kitchen. She quickly put the flowers in a stored vase and added some water. She placed it in the center of the dining room table and smiled down at it.

House walked over to the piano. He sat down and let his hands hover over the keys. He never played in front of an audience, but Cameron was different. She wouldn't criticize him about it at all. He knew he had talent. At least that's what everyone else who heard him play had always told him. But he resented gloaters and show-offs. He didn't want to be like that. His ego wasn't that big, yet he had a feeling that he actually wanted to play for Cameron. He had a feeling that he wanted to impress her.

"Here you go," Cameron walked back into the living room with a glass of wine in each hand.

"Oh, thanks," House took a sip. "I didn't know you played."

"Unfortunately, I don't. Well, I used to take lessons. My father forced me to, but the farthest I've ever gotten was Chopsticks. My father played. He was so good. I wish I could hear him play again…," Cameron got lost in her thoughts.

House watched as her mind wandered off. He set his glass atop the piano. At that moment he started playing a nice, soft classical piece he put together himself. It was a tenderly sweet number he usually played when he was by himself, brooding in loneliness. It seemed to always fit his mood of missing someone, and Cameron was missing someone.

He watched out of the corner of his eye. Cameron had seated herself next to him. She was swaying with the music, eyes closed, in another world. When he reached the refrain, which was quite frantic, he saw Cameron's brow furrow.

He suddenly stopped playing.

Cameron opened her eyes. "Why'd you stop?"

"I only play to reminisce about the good things in life."

Cameron nodded and understood that she may have been a little carried away. "Who wrote that? It's wonderful."

"Thanks. Just some guy. You wouldn't know him. You know these classical pianists and their hard-to-pronounce names."

"Try me," Cameron challenged. Her father used to play a very wide ranged selection of songs of all genres, so she was confident that she would be familiar with any artist House would mention.

House sighed. "I wrote it."

Cameron's mouth opened in shock. "Seriously?"

"No."

"You're an ass." Cameron playfully nudged House and sipped away at her wine.

House chuckled. "True, but I actually did write it."

Cameron's mouth reopened. "Seriously?"

House was extremely tempted to say 'no' again. He just loved pushing her buttons, but he had to tell the truth. "Yes. Yes I did," he stated matter-of-factly.

Cameron smiled. "It's beautiful."

"You're beautiful."

What the hell did I just say?

There was a short period of silence.

The words were out of his mouth before he realized it. Cameron was shocked at his unusual thoughtfulness of words. Heck, House was shocked at his unusual thoughtfulness of words.

"Yeah, uhh, did I just say that? Because in actuality, I meant that you're the ugliest beast-thing that I've ever seen," House covered.

House saw Cameron timidly smile. It was indeed beautiful. She was beautiful.

"So, does that mean that you hired me in order to stare at such an ugly piece of art work in the lobby like me?," Cameron pushed.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Phew, saved by the bell. House exaggeratedly wiped the imaginary sweat off his forehead. Cameron laughed.

"Oh, don't think that you're out of the woods yet, mister," Cameron joked.

Cameron got up from the piano bench to answer the door. House watched as she paid for some things and put a large brown paper bag on the dining room table.

"I ordered some Chinese for us to munch on. That cool?," Cameron called from the dining room.

"Yeah, sure. I'll eat anything if the food doesn't involve those little green and evil pickles," House called back.

Cameron laughed as she came back into the living room and leaned on the wall.

"What's funny?," House asked as he straddled the piano bench to face Cameron.

Cameron just realized that she was laughing. "Oh, I don't know."

"Yes you do."

Cameron sighed and smiled. "It's just that all these little things about you, the cold Rueben, the hate for pickles, the rumpled up shirts… I just think that it all makes you so extremely sexy. Really."

"Oh, yeah?"

Cameron walked towards House, placed her wine glass on the piano, and straddled his lap. "Oh, yes."

House smirked as Cameron brought her lips to his own. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she combed her fingers through his hair.

"You know what makes you sexy?," House asked against Cameron's lips.

"Mmm. What's that?"

"These nice tight ass pants, which should come off, by the way." House gave Cameron's ass a tight squeeze and bucked his hips so she can feel his growing arousal through his jeans.

Cameron gasped and her tongue delved into House's mouth viciously. House unbuttoned Cameron's pants and saw that she was wearing black lacey panties. House's throat rumbled with pleasure.

"Hmm. Those panties are another thing that makes you unbelievably sexy."

Cameron smirked. "Oh, yeah?"

"Oh, yes."

House kissed Cameron fiercely.

House snuck his hand in Cameron's pants. He could feel heat emanating from her core. He began to slowly massage her swollen nub through her panties, but Cameron grabbed his wrist.

House rose a questioning brow. "It's okay, honey. Let the bad man touch you."

He massaged her nub.

Cameron smiled and grabbed his wrist again. "Sex now means cold dinner later," she reasoned.

"You have a microwave."

House began to make circular motions on her nub once again.

"Nh. House…" But she stopped him again.

"Present."

He started again, but once again she stopped him.

"House. Food."

"But Mom!"

"No 'buts'."

"But I just want to get into your pants!"

Cameron finally got up from the piano bench, visibly re-buttoned her pants, and took her forgotten wine. She walked over to the dining room table to put the food onto plates.

"I sure hope that's not true."

House smiled. "If it was true, you'd definitely just give in to my manly bod anyway."

"Oh, yeah. Definitely. But after dinner."

Cameron downed the rest of her wine.

"It might actually be an advantage for you. I might be drunk after dinner. So you could do anything you want with me," Cameron added.

House got up and walked towards the table. "Oh, yeah?"

Cameron smiled. "Oh, yes."