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A/N: This chapter is a little longer than my previous ones, hope y'all enjoy.

Taking her hand once more he led her, confused, to the door. "We're gonna take this slow." He stated. "Get to know each other…settle trust issues." He smiled as she chuckled. "You ok with that?" He asked, leaning down so that he could meet her eye level.

"Of course." She smiled and leaned in to kiss him soundly.

"Are you sure you just don't want me to call a cab?" She asked, mounting the bike behind him.

"You only live seven blocks from here." He stated, revving the engine in blatant disdain of the dark apartments around them.

"I know." She replied, grasping at his waist slightly. "But I've kept you long enough, you need rest too."

"I'll sleep better knowing you're home." He called over his shoulder as he made a U-turn in the middle of the street and sped away. She smiled at his words. Marveling at how sweet he could be when he wanted to be. Her smile grew wider at the fact that he was only this way with her. He wanted to take this slow, not just jump her bones and pretend that it never happened. Something was going to come of this and he had been the one to suggest it! She placed her cheek on his back and held on tight, this would be one hell of a ride.

He pulled to the front of her building and stopped, allowing her to jump off. Pulling the helmet from her head he smiled at her wild hair before taking her hand and pulling her to him for a sweet kiss. "I'll be here at eight." He told her as she stepped backwards. Watching until she safely entered the building he regretfully pulled away. Convincing himself that taking this slow would make it last.

Pulling on a pair of sleep pants and throwing off her button down she wasted no time in falling flat on her back on the bed. Smiling into the darkness she felt the cool air of the ceiling fan cooling her slightly. Her eyes closed as her fingers came to her lips, where moments earlier his lips had been. Her smile grew at this but disappeared as her cell phone began to buzz on the nightstand beside her. Picking it up she wasn't surprised to see 'House' flashing across the caller ID. "Hello? She greeted, bringing the phone to her left ear.

"Thought I'd call and let you know I got home." He said, no formal greeting in return.

"Thank you!" She exclaimed. "I would have worried all night."

"I bet you would have." He smiled, landing on his couch. The phone remained silent for a moment, both debating on what to say next. He spoke first. "My piano is tainted now." He informed her.

"And why is that?" She asked playfully.

"Because when I look at it now I think of you." He replied honestly to which she audibly gasped., taking a moment to register his words she finally responded.

"Is that a good or bad thing?" She whispered.

"Oh, its definitely a good thing." He replied instantly, seeing her in his head, shifting nervously. "I just thought I should let you know." He said. "See you at eight?"

"I'll be waiting."

"Good night Cameron."

"Night House." She smiled snapping her phone shut and laying it gently on the night stand. Rolling over to sprawl out across the bed she smiled into her pillow. Squeezing her eyes shut she found herself soon asleep…

The alarm clock buzzed noisily beside her head and she automatically rolled over to punch it, smiling as the noise ceased. The smell of coffee drifted through her apartment and her eyes immediately shot open. "I didn't set that thing." She whispered, becoming frightened as to who would break into her apartment and make coffee. Pulling her hair down she did it back up before slowly walking towards the kitchen. Turning in the doorway yelped and jumped back at the sight of House, two cups of coffee in hand. "House!" She exclaimed, holding her hand over her heart as he eyed her curiously. Slowly he extended a cup of coffee to her and she graciously accepted, turning to walk towards the living room. "You broke into my apartment?" She asked as she flopped down on the couch, bringing her legs up to rest under her as she sipped on the precious liquid, eyeing him. Dressed in a black Clash t-shirt, white button down, blue jeans, and a pair of Nike Shocks he looking positively scrumptious.

"No, I had keys made." He replied, coming to sit next to her, his cane forgotten in the kitchen.

"Keys? How?"

"When you three first started your fellowship I stole your keys and had copies made, in case of an emergency."

"So you break into our apartments and make us coffee?" She smiled as he sipped on his own coffee.

"No, only the ones I can do this to." He slowly leaned over and took his face in her hands, pulling her to him in a sweet kiss. He tasted of coffee and toothpaste. He leaned back after a moment to see a content smile on her face.

"Well Chase has been shooting you looks for a while, I should've known something was up."

"Yeah, I didn't call him back." House replied sarcastically, eyeing her with a curious gaze as he sipped his coffee. They remained in silence as Cameron's body began to awaken with help from the coffee. Placing the empty cup on the table in front of her she looked to the clock which informed her that it was already 7:30.

"I'm gonna go get ready." She said, standing and stretching her tiny body, yawning involuntarily. Bringing her arms back down to her side she shuffled lazily past him before being encompassed by a pair of strong arms around her waist. Pulling her flush against him House wasted no time in bringing his mouth to her neck, his stubble gently scratching the soft skin of her neck as he applied feather light kisses up and down it before sucking gently. Her hands came to rest on top of his and she moaned at the feel of his tongue coming to flick lightly across the undoubtedly red mark he was making. "If you….keep that up…." He slowly loosened his grip on her, ceasing his work on her neck.

"Slow." He said aloud as a reminder to himself. Turning her to face him he kissed her soundly, enjoying how her lips parted in surrender to his, allowing him to run his tongue across hers as his arms again enveloped her. He again took his time in kissing her, making himself slow it down, enjoy the moment. She pulled back after a long moment, her hands in his hair before he leaned down to give her several sweet, slow kisses. "Go get ready." He commanded, falling back onto the couch and finishing off what was left of his coffee. "You're a distraction." Her only response was to smile as she turned and headed towards her bedroom. As he heard the shower begin running it took every inch of willpower in him not to go join her.

They pulled into the hospital at five after eight with a half pot of coffee in their system. Deciding again on the comfortable yet professional look she donned a black button down, jeans, and the K-Swiss. Jumping off the bike she waited for House to dismount before turning to him with a questioning look. He only nodded as he grabbed his cane and taking that as the queue she bounced off towards the doors, allowing House to limp some ways behind her. Taking the elevator up to their floor she entered his office to separate his mail before going to make the coffee in the conference room.

Chase, oddly enough, was the first to show donning a 'I got laid last night' smile as he sat at the table, awaiting the coffee. Cameron took a seat opposite of him and offered a slight smile as 'hello' before picking up the paper and beginning to read. Watching her impatiently Chase drummed his fingers across the table, dying to be asked what had put him in such a mood. "What?" She finally snapped, dropping the paper and giving her full attention to a beaming Chase. It was at this moment that Foreman entered the conference room, eyeing the two of them curiously as he pulled on his lab coat.

"What's with you?" He asked Chase as Cameron stood to pour three cups of coffee.

"I was just getting ready to share…" Chase started as Cameron sat two steaming cups of coffee before the two of them and then sat with her own.

"Somebody got laid." House barked as he opened the door.

"How did you-" Chase began.

"I could smell your over-confident ego from the lobby." House informed him before throwing him his badge. "Go brag about it at the clinic." He barked. Chase only shot him an evil glare as he picked up his coffee and practically skipped out the door, offering no argument for fear of ruining his good mood.

"No patient?" Foreman asked, sipping on his coffee as Cameron prepared a fourth for House. Limping to the seat across from him House only propped up his feet as Cameron placed the coffee in front of him. Taking out his Game Boy he turned on the game and began to play. "Only the one that's dying." He replied and continued to play in silence. "Cuddy's not here." House informed them after losing and throwing the game on the table.

"Cuddy?" Foreman asked, bewildered as to why she wasn't here.

"Wilson said she called in sick." He replied. "If you ask me I'd say Chase gave her too much lovin' last night." He quipped. Foreman only chuckled and Cameron suppressed the grin that was threatening to sweep across her face.

"You don't actually-" She started.

"I doubt it." Foreman answered for House. "If anyone was giving it to her it'd be Wilson."

"I don't know how comfortable I am with this." Wilson replied as he stepped fully through the door where he had been standing since House had announced Cuddy's absence.

"Foreman, how dare you talk about Jimmy like that!" House exclaimed before looking to Wilson. Cameron audibly laughed this time, drawing the attention of all three men.

"I'll go check on Scott." She informed them.

"I'll join you." Foreman stood, leaving the room hurriedly as Wilson occupied his now empty seat.

"They think I'm screwing Lisa?" He asked, his eyebrows raised in speculation. House only threw up his hands in defense.

"I can tell them what to do, but not what to think. Does the idea repulse you?"

"No, I just-"

"So you do want Cuddy?" He interrupted.

"No things are bad enough as they are with me and Julie, why would I want to…" He trailed.

"Drop another sucker into this mess? I dunno Jimmy, what has prompted you in the past?"

"You really are a character, you know that right?" Wilson smiled, ignoring his friends question.

"I guess. An evil one at that."

"Not evil just an asshole." Wilson smiled. "How did things go with Cameron?" He asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Did you give her iPod back to her?" He asked and House sighed inwardly at how uniformed his friend was.

"Yes, she called me a rogue before I told her that you were the one who stole it."

"I didn't steal it House, I put it up so you wouldn't steal it."

"And that's what I told her." He replied, grabbing his cane from the chair and standing to his feet.

"That's it?" He called after him.

"What did you expect?" He replied, limping out the door towards their patients room. "Doing better?" He asked the young man, interrupting the conversation taking place with he and Foreman.

"Am I still dying?" Scott asked.

"Yeah." He replied.

"Then no." He snapped, looking back to Foreman.

"Where's Cameron?" House asked, not allowing the patient to start the conversation back.

"She went up to the dark room." He replied. "The x-ray machine is down and she has to make one the old-fashioned way."

"Why was he given an x-ray anyway? His problem is in his brain."

"I think I broke my pinky tow in the bath tub this morning." Scott informed him to which House burst out laughing.

"You laugh while I lie here in pain?" The young man fumed.

"I've got news for you, if you did indeed break your pinky toe you'll know it for a while, you can't put a cast on it. We'll wrap it up and give you some aspirin." He informed him, limping out the door without another word.

"That guy's a dick!" He heard the man complain as the door closed behind him. Only shrugging House moved to the elevator where he went up a floor, stepping off onto the test center's floor. Moving past the nurse's station and waiting room the turned down the last hallway to the right before standing in front of the last door on the right. Ignoring the red light outside the door that warned do not enter he rapped his cane against the door heavily until a muffled, "Hold on." Sounded from the room. The door then opened only a crack and he swiftly entered the room, closing the door behind him and hanging his cane on the handle. Cameron was placing the x-ray on the line above them, letting the water drip from the thing as House came to stand next to her.

"Broken?" He asked to which she only nodded, staring intently at it. "Kid can't catch a break." House sighed, watching as her hand shifted to the button signaling that it was safe to enter the room. His hand came to rest over hers, keeping her from doing such.

"House, we're at work, we can't –" He used his hold on her to push her against the wall of the tiny room, pressing himself fully against her. She felt him through the confines of his jeans and couldn't help but moan at the contact as his hands moved slowly up her waist. "House." She breathed in futile, enjoying the feel of his hands on her too much.

Smirking at this he bent to catch her lips in a mind-blowing kiss, his hands travelling up to graze the sides of her breasts to which she gasped, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. Her moans sent him over the edge and he found his hands on the back of her thighs where he applied the slightest pressure. Her mouth broke from his as he began to run fervent kisses along her neck, grunting as she held her ground, objecting his attempts at lifting her from the ground, knowing it would be too much on his leg. Attempting to lift her once again she applied all her weight onto the soles of her feet before he pulled back, glaring at her. She tried to reason with him using her eyes but her only pressed her against the wall again, lifting her easily off of the ground and giving her no choice but to wrap her legs around him.

Pressing her up against the wall with his chest flat against hers they both moaned as their groins met. Moving his hands to her face and relying on his legs to hold her flat against the wall he pulled her mouth to his in a searing kiss as their hips began to rock against one another. Pushing his tongue into her mouth as her nimble fingers inched underneath his tee he was surprised to hear himself gasp and even more surprised to hear a knock upon the door. "House? Cameron?" Came Chase's annoying voice. Pushing himself from her and catching her arms as her legs hit the ground he rasped out a response.

"What!"

"It's Scott." Foreman replied as Cameron grabbed the x-ray and House opened the door. "He's gone into a coma."

A/N: PLEASE REVIEW… I'm going to incorporate a song into this fic, anybody got a clue as to what it is? My only hint is that it's in the title. The band is what I'm looking for, anyone have a clue? If you do tell me if it'd be stupid to incorporate it.