House
sat in his car a few more minutes, not wanting them to
suspect
anything.
Avoiding work as long as possible was also good, since he had
arrived
at the hospital at this ungodly hour, hoping to observe them
without
them knowing.
He
hadn't counted on feeling like a knife had just been stabbed in
his
gut,
watching Wilson's hands on Cameron. All
the more reason to make her
life
hell.
He thought to himself.
He
avoided Wilson pointedly that morning, deciding to focus on
Cameron
instead.
It was time to take their cat and mouse game to the next
level.
Cameron
handed him his mug of coffee with a surprised look that he was
in
so early. House deliberately let his thumb caress her hand,
looking
into
her eyes all the while.
Later,
when Cameron sat at the desk reading a patient file, House read
over
her shoulder. He often did this, invading her space
whenever
possible.
But this time he put both hands on the armrests of her chair,
leaning
so close that when he murmured "So, what do you think, is
it
Lupus?"
in Cameron's ear, a few strands of her hair fanned against her
cheek
and her arms erupted in goosebumps.
He
hadn't expected to get the beginnings of a hard-on as soon as
the
sweet
fruity scent of her shampoo washed over him, so he quickly turned
to
the white board and away from Cameron.
House
knew she had clinic duty that afternoon, and figured that was as
good
a time as any to make his move.
He
spent his lunch break in his office with the blinds closed to
avoid
Wilson.
He didn't know what to do about him yet and so ignoring the
issue
altogether seemed like a great idea at the moment.
At
two in the afternoon Cameron had been in the clinic an hour,
and
House
decided to go and find her.
Cameron
was saying goodbye to a patient and was about to go back to
the
nurse's
station for the next chart when she heard House call her name.
He
was leaning against the door frame of Exam Room three, and seemed
to
be
waiting for something. Could it be her?
She
walked into the exam room, brushing against House as he made a
point
of
not moving.
"What do you want?"
He
didn't say anything, just closed the door and limped the few
steps
towards
her with a predatory look on his face, until she was backed up
to
the examination table.
"House,
this isn't funny anymore." She said, her voice sounding
nervous
even
to her ears.
"I
wasn't going for funny." He said gruffly, putting his weight on
his
left
leg before lifting her up on the examination table in one fluid
motion.
Cameron
knew what was about to happen, and she knew it was wrong, but as
soon
as House's mouth covered hers, she ceased to care.
There
was nothing soft or gentle about House's kiss; his tongue slid
into
her mouth, demanding entrance. His hands danced over her body like
he
couldn't quite decide where to touch her first. Up her thighs,
hips
and
back before slipping his hands under her shirt to stroke her
lace
covered
breasts.
This
had started out as an experiment of sorts. To see if he could
make
Cameron
arch into him as he her seen her do for Wilson. To see if she
would
surrender to him, or tell him to fuck off.
He
hadn't really counted on the effect Cameron was having on him.
Every
shiver
made his cock twitch, every whimper and gasp of breath made him
more
aroused, more desperate to have her.
House
finally moved from her mouth, and over to her ear before
starting
down
her throat. He was too lost in her to notice that Cameron was
no
longer
clutching at his shoulders and back, but there was no mistaking
the
jolt of pleasure that shot through him as her small hand found
his
erection,
expertly caressing him through the denim of his jeans.
House
groaned against her neck, and let his teeth graze her
flesh.
Goosebumps
erupted where his mouth touched her, and he lazily ran his
tongue
over the skin where he could see red marks from his stubble.
"The
doctor will be with you-" The nurse stopped abruptly when she
saw
the
scene before her. "Sorry, this exam room is occupied." She
turned
around
and shut the door.
Cameron
had started when the door opened, but relaxed when it closed
almost
immediately.
"That
was a close call," House remarked. "Want me to put a chair
in
front
of the door or something?"
Cameron
stared at House for a long moment, struggling to get her
breathing
under control. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her entire
body
still humming with desire.
"What?
No! What do you mean, close call? This will be all over the
hospital
in a matter of minutes!" Cameron finally said, her voice
not
showing
anything but growing anger.
"And my reputation as the hospital stud remains intact." House smirked.
"James! Shit!" Cameron exclaimed, not even listening to House.
"Right. Whatever would Wilson think?"
Cameron's
eyes narrowed, and he could almost pinpoint her train of
thought.
"You did this to get back at Wilson." She accused.
"If
you're so concerned about dear old Jimmy's feelings, why did you
kiss
me back?" He countered, instead of answering her.
Cameron's mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out.
"Better
yet, why did you kiss me back when you're sleeping with Jimmy?"
House
continued.
"What if I told you I'm not?"
"Bullshit. I saw your little goodbye kiss this morning."
"Oh
really? You like watching, House? Did it turn you on?"
Cameron's
voice
was dangerously low as she glared at him.
House just glared back at her, not bothering to answer.
Cameron pushed past him and barreled out of the room with a last glare.
House
sighed heavily as the door slammed shut. He had the nagging
feeling
he had lost that round.
Cameron
was finishing her charting in the clinic before going home, when
a
pair of strong male arms wrapped around her from behind.
Her spine stiffened at first, but then she recognized Wilson's
aftershave and relaxed against him.
"Hey, Wilson. You on your way home?"
Wilson rested his chin on Cameron's shoulder and breathed deeply, arms
hugging her to him more firmly for a few moments before he reluctantly
let her go.
"Yeah. You coming, or do you have plans?"
"The only plans I have for tonight involve sweatpants. And possibly junk
food," Cameron said, smiling at him tiredly.
"Very glamorous," Wilson teased her.
On the ride home, Cameron began to breathe easier the farther away from
the
hospital they got. She was still a jumble of emotions from
her
encounter
with House earlier that day, and being in Wilson's calming
presence
was wonderfully soothing.
"Hey, James. House kissed me today, and I kissed him back. No I don't
know
why. No, I don't know why he did it. No, I have no idea what
happens
now, or how I feel about it. Yes, I really liked kissing him but
now
I really want to spend time with you...Why yes I am lusting after
two men... "
Yeah,
that would be a really great conversation. Cameron rolled her eyes
in
irritation at herself.
She debated whether or not to tell Wilson what had happened between her
and House. The more she thought about it, the more she realized she
truly
had no idea what had actually happened and decided to
postpone
talking
to him about it.
It
was Friday night, and Cameron couldn't help but smile at the
thought
of
spending the weekend with Wilson.
"How about some takeout?" Wilson suggested.
"Sounds great. What are you in the mood for?"
"I know a great Italian place ..."
An
hour later, they were sprawled on Wilson's couch, watching an
Adam
Sandler
comedy on TV; a few containers of food and an open wine bottle
were
on the table in front of them.
Cameron
snuck peeks at Wilson every so often as they watched TV. He
had
removed
his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing
strong
forearms
with a light smattering of dark hair
She put her wineglass on the table and scooted closer to Wilson, finally
giving
in to what she had longed to do since they settled down on the
couch
together.
Wilson
gently tugged her closer so she was cuddled against him, his
arm
around
her, and her cheek resting on his chest.
He
heard Cameron's sigh of contentment as she settled against him,
and
it
made him smile, as his hand stroked her back slowly.
Cameron
wasn't sure if it was the wine or Wilson's presence, but she
finally
managed to shut out her jumbled thoughts and vague feelings of
guilt and enjoy being nestled against him.