OMG, I've not written anything in so long!! I'm so sorry to leave you all hanging like that. I'm going to give it another try...who's with me? :)

Disclaimer and all that jazz.

Cameron paused, her wrists now both firmly grasped by House, her breasts pressed firmly against his side and her face only inches from his. She looked into the brilliant blue intensity of his eyes, watched the emotions flitting and skittering there, watching House fight his own feelings and reservations.

"House" she whispered, her breath fanning across his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine.

House leaned closer, his tongue darting out to lick his suddenly dry lips. He could feel his breath mingling with Camerons, the taste of scotch on his tongue rich and intoxicating. His tongue darted out again, this time to lick Camerons lips. He could taste scotch on her, too and a hint of mint. He leaned back and looked into her deep green eyes for any hint of resistence. Seeing none, he leaned forward again and deepened the kiss, darting his tongue further into her mouth and sucking hers into his when she responded.

When House released her hands, Cameron brought her hands up on either side of his face, holding him still while she explored every part of his mouth. She slowly ran her tongue over his bottom lip, then nibbled it gently before thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth again. House groaned deep in his throat and she couldn't help but smile in satisfaction. Easing back from his lips, she kissed her way along his jaw, heading for his ear. As he felt her soft breath gently brush the sensitive skin of his neck, he shivered under her hands. Just as her teeth nipped his lobe, House grasped her arms and pushed her away, his chest heaving like he'd run a marathon.

"What are you doing, Cameron?" House asked, his voice soft and husky, all trace of his usual acidity gone.

"What does it look like?" she replied, standing up and loosening the belt on her coat.

House stared up at her, watching her quick little hands as the belt gave way and she started working on the buttons. Holding his gaze, she slowly worked the first and then the second button free, revealing more of the lace that he'd glimpsed briefly before.

"Cameron, you need to stop this now". House said, then groaned quietly as yet another button came undone.

"Why?" she purred, her hands stopping on the fourth button. "Give me one good reason why we can't do this - one that I haven't heard before".

"You know why".

House rose from the couch and put some distance between them, turning his back so she couldn't see just how affected he was by her closeness.

"I know why you think we can't do this" she replied softly, moving around the couch towards him. He had the strangest sensation of being stalked by a large, hungry cat...with him as the meal.

"Cam..."

"Don't!" she said sharply, her eyes flashing with anger. "I don't want to hear anymore excuses. I want you. You want me. Can't we just go with that for the moment? We can deal with everything else afterwards".

"Cam, do you really want this? 'Cos once it's done, we can't go back. Are you really willing to risk it?"

House held his breath as he waited for her answer. He'd fantasized about this so often in the last couple of days that he was dangerously close to ripping both their clothes off and to hell with the consequences. But there was still a small thread of sanity left in his mind that was warning him to think about how this would affect their working relationship. And would this be a one off performance? What if Cameron regretted her decision once she'd got him in the sack? He had no doubt she would live up to his expectations (he was an aging cripple who hadn't had a woman in over a year, let alone one almost half his age, for fucks sake!) but what if she was left disappointed by him? He would be lying if he said he wasn't flattered by her attention and he was man enough to admit that his ego would take a severe blow if that flattery turned out to be misplaced. He had no illusions about his prowess in the bedroom...he thought of himself as a pretty average lover. He wasn't selfish in bed, by any means and he'd never had any complaints in the past. But this time it was different. He wanted to give Cam the most mind blowing experience of her life. If this was going to be a one off, he wanted to live up to ALL of her expectations of him and if it was anything else...well, he'd deal with that later!

"What do you think, House?" she asked, her fingers dislodging the last button on her jacket, which she then shrugged off her shoulders and let slide slowly to the floor. She was left standing in nothing but a black lace slip and her high heels. House was instantly rock hard as he gazed at her gorgeous breasts, the nipples peeking shyly through the lace, the friction making them hard little nubs that he wanted to get his mouth on. His heated gaze travelled further down her body, coming to an abrubt stop when he found the shadow of her mound outlined in lace. She was completely naked under the slip and it did little to hide her trim little body.

House let out the breath he'd been holding as his eyes came back up to meet hers. His head was in turmoil after the events of the past week and now with this to top it off, he felt close to exploding.

Cameron strutted over and stopped in front of him, so close that not even a stray hair would slide between them. She leaned in, ever closer, her hips bumping almost painfully against his cock. He moved his bum leg forward, taking his weight off it and she immediately started to rub and grind herself against it, sliding herself along the length of his wasted thigh.

"Cam.." he started again, but again she interrupted him.

"House. Just relax. I promise, I'm going to make all your fantasies come true".

Cam leaned forward and once again claimed his mouth with his own, all the while grinding against his leg. He moved back slightly to position himself better so as not to lose his precarious balance. Cam moved with him, unwilling to allow even the tiniest seperation. His mind started to fog as total bliss started to seep in, squeezing the edges of his ever present pain and shrinking it to near non existence.

Suddenly, clarity slapped him in the face. Something Cam had just said. Something about fantasies. He wrenched his mouth away from hers, gasping for breath, his body already screaming at his denial.

"What did you just say?" he asked quietly, his eyes burning into Cams. Cam gulped.

"Oh shit!" she whispered.

TBC :)