A/N
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Slight warning: This chapter has a little W/C kissing :)
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She could hear them squabbling about something, and then Wilson came
back in, closely followed by House.
"Damn, and here I was hoping I'd be interrupting dirty sex."
"Sorry to disappoint, House, but you're too late. We had the dirty sex
before dinner. Work up the appetite, you know." Cameron said, her tone
not giving anything away.
Wilson was glad he had turned away from House as he had to bite his lip
to keep from chuckling. Catching Cameron's eye, he winked at her as he
sat back on the couch next to her, but closer this time. If Cameron
wanted to play with House, he was game.
"Oh, Ally, if you thought that was dirty, you have a lot to learn,"
Wilson said, grinning playfully at her.
House sat down in the chair Wilson had fallen asleep in the night before
and surveyed them carefully.
"Cameron, seriously? You let that panty-peeler get you into bed?" House
said, disdain dripping from every word.
"Says the man who was chasing his married ex-girlfriend." Cameron knew
she was hitting below the belt, but she could feel herself grow angry at
House for being such a bastard to Wilson.
"Touchy, touchy." His eyes narrowed in annoyance. "So, he propose yet?"
"House, shut up," Wilson cut in.
"Oh, sorry, Jimmy. Did I say too much? Don't want me to divulge your
methods of getting women into bed?"
Cameron chuckled then, a cold, humorless sound. "Oh, House. It's not
what James says with his mouth that got me into his bed. More like what
he does with his mouth, if you know what I mean."
"Now, now, honey. House might ask for pointers if you start to give that
away." Wilson grinned and twined his fingers with Cameron's.
"Thanks, but no thanks." House drawled.
"Well, as much fun as this is, I think I'm going to leave you boys to it
and go to bed," Cameron said. She let her hand trail up Wilson's arm as
she leaned in to kiss him goodnight.
At first she was going to kiss him on the mouth, but at the last moment,
she thought better of it and brushed her lips against his cheek instead.
Cameron didn't want their first kiss to be some act, and certainly not
in front of House.
"Goodnight, House. Don't keep me waiting too long, James."
Cameron left the room, in blissful ignorance of the stunned silence she
left behind her.
The red numbers on her alarm clock told Cameron it was a little after
three in the morning. Her bladder was reminding her she hadn't gone to
the bathroom before going to her room earlier that night.
After ignoring it didn't work, she sighed in defeat and tiptoed into the
bathroom. Wincing at how loud flushing seemed in the silent apartment,
Cameron figured she might as well get a glass of water since she was up.
Not bothering with lights since the kitchen was partially illuminated by
the street lights outside the large windows, she turned on the
cold-water tap and reached for a glass.
"I have bottled water in the refrigerator, you know."
Although his voice was soft, Cameron still jumped at the sound.
Before she could turn around and yell at Wilson for scaring her half to
death, she could feel the warmth of his body behind her. "Let me get
that for you," he whispered. His body rubbed tantalizingly against hers
as he reached for the glass.
Cameron filled the glass with water and gulped half of it down. Her eyes
darted nervously around the room, at anything but the bare chest of
Wilson that was still right in front of her. Raising her head to look at
his face, rather than his body, she finally met his eyes. Wilson was
openly looking at her, and his eyes looked like melted chocolate in the
darkness that surrounded them.
"Did I wake you?" Cameron said finally, saying anything to break the
silence between them that was becoming more and more intimate.
"No."
"Oh."
Wilson leaned toward her again, and this time there was no doorbell,
nothing to distract them as his soft lips covered hers. Cameron's hand
came up to his cheek, caressing him gently when Wilson slipped his
tongue inside her mouth to deepen the kiss. As soon as he could feel her
respond to him, Wilson's kiss grew increasingly demanding, his mouth
taking complete possession of hers.
Wilson lifted her onto the kitchen counter without breaking the contact
of their mouths. The full contact of their bodies made Cameron moan as
he released her mouth to continue his exploration elsewhere.
Cameron's head fell back, giving him better access to her, and her chest
heaved with her labored breathing. This new side of Wilson was nothing
like the mild-mannered and polite man he was at work; he was incredibly
sensual and his assertiveness only intensified Cameron's desire for him.
His mouth danced over her skin hungrily, tasting her with his lips and
tongue and every so often nipping at her sensitive skin with his teeth.
Each time he did he was rewarded with a breathless gasp, and Cameron
could swear she could feel him grin against her neck when he heard her.
She was too wrapped up in Wilson to give it much thought however; her
entire body was aching with desire for him.
His lips and tongue slid down her throat, making Cameron shiver. He put
her legs around his waist and couldn't resist running his hands up her
outer thighs as he did.
His fingers would probably leave marks as he clutched Cameron's waist,
but he didn't care. He felt an all-consuming need to be as close to her
as possible, to touch her, brand her as his. Wilson pushed away the
nagging thought that it would be for House's benefit.
Cameron whimpered, her hands clutching at his shoulders, running through
his soft hair, touching him anywhere he could. She ground her hips
against his, desperate for more contact; whimpering at the feel of his
hardness rubbing against her.
Wilson's hands stilled on her hips under her shirt when he felt only her
bare skin. Dear God, she's not wearing anything but that shirt.
With a heavy sigh, he drew back from Cameron. The thin hold he had on
his control almost snapped when he watched her look up at him, eyes
focusing slowly.
"I think we need to talk, before ..." Wilson raked his hand through his
hair, and tried to think of something, anything, to make at least some
of his blood return to his brain and away from his almost painful erection.
"I thought that was supposed to be my line," Cameron teased him gently,
getting a small grin in return.
"Why did you let House think we were sleeping together?"
"I'm not really sure. It was supposed to be just that one joke, but it
kind of snowballed. Why, did it bother you?" Cameron's brow furrowed.
"No, not at all. I just thought, maybe ..."
Cameron just waited patiently for Wilson to continue.
"It's not exactly a secret that you had ... feelings for him," Wilson said,
hesitating slightly. "I thought maybe you were trying to get back at
him, make him jealous. Not that he doesn't deserve it," he added hastily
when Cameron's eyes widened at his words.
"James, no. What, you think I was using you to get back at House? I
would never do that!"
"So there's nothing going on with you guys?"
"God, no."
"Gotta say I'm happy to hear that." Wilson grinned down at her.
"Me too." Cameron said, reaching out and putting her small hand on his
arm and smiling up at him.
"What do you say we go and get some sleep? I think if I'm going to kiss
you again tomorrow, I need my rest." Wilson said, grinning.
"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea." Cameron agreed. She couldn't help
but be disappointed, but Wilson was right to draw back. This was a
sudden development between them, and she didn't want to rush it.
A soft brushing of lips against his, and Cameron retreated into the
guest room. Wilson bit back a groan as he flopped into his bed. This
would be a long night.
Friday morning, Cameron woke up when her alarm clock began blaring. She
took a shower after starting the coffee, and when she came back out,
dressed, she noticed Wilson hadn't gotten up yet.
She poured him a cup of coffee and went to his room. "Wilson? You up?"
she said, knocking softly. When he didn't answer, she stepped inside.
Wilson lay on his back, one arm resting on his abdomen and the other by
his head. The covers were down to his waist, exposing his bare chest.
Tom lay with his head on Wilson's abdomen, purring loudly.
"Traitor. Come on, get up, you silly cat. Since I didn't cuddle up with
the hot guy, you don't get to either." Tom just closed his eyes and
ignored her.
"Fine. Be like that. James won't always feed you chicken, you know. See
if I get you the tuna that you like."
Wilson's lips twitched, although his eyes remained closed.
"You awake, James?"
"If I say no, are you going to keep talking to the cat?"
"No."
"Then I guess I'm up." He stretched and yawned, finally opening his
eyes. "You look really awake."
"You look really sleepy."
"Didn't sleep much," he grunted.
He began to stroke Tom to avoid eye contact with Cameron, and the cat
lay on his back delightedly.
"I'll just give you guys some privacy then." Cameron said dryly. Seeing
his strong capable fingers instinctively find the cat's favorite spots
to be stroked made her think about how those fingers would feel on her
own skin.
"I think your mommy's jealous." Wilson told the cat. "Tell her she can
have a belly rub too if she asks really, really nicely."
"I don't know; you two seem to have quite a thing going on there." She
grinned at him and put the coffee down on the dresser.
"Thanks. I'll just jump in the shower and be ready in 20 minutes."
Wilson said, swinging his feet down from the bed.
Cameron retreated into her room to finish getting ready. If she ogled
Wilson any longer, she wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything today.
The car ride was mostly silent, although they listened to the traffic
report and chatted lightly about patients and the clinic duty that
awaited them. When they arrived in the parking lot, neither of them had
mentioned House, or the kiss the night before. Maybe that was why
Cameron was somewhat surprised when Wilson grasped her wrist and pulled
her towards his with a decidedly wicked grin before they entered the
hospital. Cameron eagerly responded, however, wrapping her arms around
his neck to draw him in for a kiss. Wilson's uncharacteristic
assertiveness made her melt against him, her tongue sliding into his
mouth for a slow, languid kiss that tasted vaguely like the coffee
Cameron had made that morning.
Wilson slid his hands in the back pocket of her slacks and cupped her
small ass through the fabric, unable to resist the feel of her body
pressed against his.
As they broke apart and made their way into the hospital, neither
noticed House slouched down in his car a few feet away, watching them.
After House had left Wilson the night before and thought about how he
and Cameron had acted when he stopped by, he had started to suspect that
they were bluffing. Surely Cameron wouldn't just jump into bed with
Wilson so soon?
Maybe it was just wishful thinking. He didn't want Cameron to be
sleeping with other guys, and least of all Wilson, his supposed best
friend. After that lovely scene he had just witnessed, though, it was
obvious it was true. Cameron's secret smile as she walked away, the way
Wilson touched her. Possessively, as he had every right in the world to.
Fuck.