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A/N: Yeah, this is kind of filler. But I like it. Hope you guys do too.

I Want To Hold Your Hand

This was most unsettling. Lying in his cold bed the next night, he replayed the past day in his head to figure out where he had went wrong. You know where you went wrong you ignorant ass, she's not here with you, is she? Letting out a hearty laugh at his inner monologue, he remembered how vibrant Cameron looked when she finally let go. Relaxed Cameron was something he had never seen before; even on their coerced date, she was clenched. It was his caustic behavior that made her so, but that didn't make it any less uncomfortable.

After their abbreviated movie marathon, he let her know that he had to go home and thanked her, inwardly noting the confusion written all over her face (a grateful Greg House, M.D. was something Wilson didn't even know how to handle). He arrived at his townhouse at the same time as the pizza delivery boy and settled in for another Saturday night of crappy TV and scotch. Which is how he was in his current predicament. He saw nothing wrong with his actions, he hadn't mocked her, hadn't treated her with derision for anything she did, he had been quite polite, the way he saw it. Then why did he feel so shitty? He slowly got up for another glass of scotch to wash down more vicodin, when his cell phone rattled on his nightstand.

Opening it, he brushed aside the strange feeling he got when it wasn't Cameron who had sent it, and rolled his eyes. James.

Are you still alive? Called you a few times, you didn't answer. Just wanted to make sure you were still breathing and not lying on the floor passed out from too much scotch and vicodin...

-J

Quickly he sent back that he was fine and that texting someone at that hour was reprehensible. How could he be so thoughtless? Satisfied with the lack of response after a few minutes, he picked up the phone again.

How is that kickass TV of yours? Does it miss me?

-House

A few blocks away, Cameron smiled when she picked up her phone. Usually she would be pissed if someone had sent her a message that late but for a few people she would make exceptions.

Nah, it's pretty loyal to me. I'm nicer.

House grinned at her provocation. She wanted banter? She would get banter.

Cameron jumped slightly at her phone which was now blaring 'Jump Around.' She picked it up and answered without any pleasantries. "You reprogrammed my phone?'"

"You like it?"

"No. Why that song? And when?"

"Thursday, while you were in the clinic. And it's by House of Pain. It was going to be 'House of the Rising Sun' by the-"

"The Animals, I'm not an idiot."

"Okay then, if you're so knowledgeable about truly great rock, who sings 'YYZ?'"

"'YYZ' is instrumental. You proclaim to be all-knowing but that's pretty common knowledge for any Rush fan. I'm not sure what to think now."

House could hear her smirk all the way through the phone. "I'm impressed that you caught that. Two points for that one."

"Why only two?"

"Because you aren't that good," House grinned, pulling himself up so he was leaning against the headboard. Lying down while talking to her was beginning to make his mind wander; and that would have to wait until they were off the phone.

"Oh believe me, I am that good," she purred back, wishing she could see the look on his face. She giggled to herself as she heard him choke on his drink.

"I think that would take some convincing on my part," he blurted, betting she would be too uncomfortable to take this certain line of conversation any further.

She swallowed, and decided that she had said enough. "Okay," she stated simply, and hung up the phone. House stared at the disconnected phone for a few minutes, not sure what was happening. Oh god, he thought. What do I do now?

Cameron let out a shriek as soon as she confirmed that the call was over. Leaping up from her bed, she grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt and raced to the bathroom. She quickly threw on some deodorant and brushed her teeth as she surveyed her lack of makeup. Deciding that it certainly wouldn't hurt, she dusted her face with powder, added a touch of blush and lip gloss and turned her attention to her clothes. The dark low rise jeans were definitely a must, she ran back to her room to swap the t-shirt for a black racerback tank. Throwing on some flat black flip-flops, she determined that her hair was sufficiently tousled, grabbed her purse and was out the door a mere 10 minutes after she had hung up the phone. It was now or never, and she knew that making her play now instead of waiting for him would win her points. And besides, she reasoned, he would never make a move if it were up to him.

House was standing in front of his closet deciding whether or not he should change out of his pajama bottoms and t-shirt, just in case she really was on her way over, when he heard a rapping on his front door. After deciding that most of half wanted it to be her and the cowardly half wanted it to be Jimmy, he step-thumped towards the door and opened it up to a flustered brunette.

"Hi," she said, trying to regain some of her confidence from earlier. He raised his eyebrows in greeting and stepped aside, giving her an unspoken invitation in. She decided not to take his speechlessness as an insult and walked past him, straight into the kitchen. He finally regained the ability to speak as she started looking in his cabinets, apparently searching for something.

"Can I help you?"

She chuckled, surprised that he didn't recognize a frantic search for alcohol when he saw one. "Where do you keep the good stuff?" She asked, waving a glass at him. He rewarded her with a half-smile and came to help her. Once she had some scotch in her, she turned to face him, her features set with determination.

"Since when have you drank?" He spoke quickly, determined to make this easier on both of them.

"There are a lot of things you still don't about me." She grinned slyly, sipping the last of her drink. She smirked at the surprised expression he now wore and tried to start again.

"Right. So, at the risk of almost certain mockery, I'm really not sure what I'm doing here." she spoke plainly while wincing inwardly at her naiveté and the fact that she was being so open about it.

"I believe you came to prove me wrong. Apparently, you are that good." He said, taking a step closer to her. He took note of everything that Cameron did subconsciously, how her eyes widened, her breathing quickened, how her lips parted slightly. She lowered her eyes, biting her bottom lip, and House knew that she was trying to figure out what to do next. He wanted to grab her and drag her into his bedroom right then, but she looked up, her eyes flashing with bravado, challenging him. He waited a few seconds, letting her suffer a little, then his body decided to overrule and take the burden off of her. He watched as his hand lifted to touch her face, twining his fingers into her hair.

"Cameron, I-"

"Shut up, House," he could feel her smirking into his hand as his thumb traced her lips. He leaned back against the counter and reached out for her, dropping his cane. Her arms wrapped around him as he pulled her in for a kiss, his tongue licking along her lower lip and into her mouth. He broke the kiss and smiled at her. Bending back down, he kissed along her jaw and lazily made his way to her collarbone as her fingers deftly traveled under his shirt, teasing the waistband of his pajamas. He grinned as he tried to pull his focus away from what she was doing and back on the task at hand. He pushed up her shirt a little, fingers grasping her hips. She hoped that there would be bruises there the next day, something to mark her as his. She let her hands roam a little, testing her boundaries. She moved her hands to the front, running them over his chest. His breath hitched as she started teasing his nipple, and keeping her close, he pulling his head back.

"Don't pout," he smirked. 'If you're going to do that, I definitely cannot be standing." she smiled her approval and pulled away, knowing that he would follow her into the bedroom.

She sat on the edge of the bed, and he moved toward her, catching her lips in his as he kept moving, forcing her to move her body back. He helped her shift her legs so she wouldn't accidentally jar his thigh, and continued where they had left off. Cameron let out a moan when he trailed his hand up her shirt. He groaned inwardly, reveling in the warmth of her skin, the soft curve of her breast. She brushed her lips gently against his neck, just bellow his earlobe, sending a jolt through both their bodies. He resumed his earlier work on her collarbone, moving to her shoulders, nudging her tank top out of the way as he explored. She flattened both hands against his chest, enjoying he heat radiating from him. A wicked grin flashed on her face and she reached down to tug on the hem of his shirt. He paused mid-kiss but did not look up. Cameron could feel the panic start to build thinking she had been too rash, then House resumed, ignoring her request. He continued his way down, kissing her shoulders, her chest. He moved around her breasts, teasing her, kissing everything but.

"House, please," she whispered, half hoping he wouldn't hear it but knowing she would have no such luck. He acquiesced, placing a soft, lingering kiss on each one, then moving down. He made his way to her belly button, then reached down to pull her shirt up slightly. Groaning softly at the feel of her bare skin against his lips, he slowly dotted her stomach with kisses, moving up her taut stomach. He heard Cameron whimper again and he abandoned his plan to take this part slow and pushed her shirt up the rest of the way, helping Cameron off with it. She tugged at his hem again, and this time he complied. He leaned back down against her and turned so the were facing each other, legs intertwined. His hands reached for the clasp of her bra, and stopped, silently asking her for permission. She rewarded him with a smile and mewed in pleasure at the feel of their bare skin against each others. They continued for what seemed like hours, necking like they were back in high school, enjoying the simplicity of it, before Cameron pulled away and looked at him with an odd combination of trepidation, lust, and amusement.

"As much as I would like to continue this, it's getting pretty late," she said, her husky voice coated with regret.

"And you probably want to go slowly, right?" He asked carefully, not wanting her to think he was mocking. She nodded, and he gave her a half-smile.

"That's okay. But you don't have to go. Tomorrow is Sunday, and I have a nice warm bed here. I'll even give you something to sleep in."

"Are you sure?"

"No. I actually want you to sleep like that, but you're going to have to 86 the pants. You're wearing way too much clothing," he snarked, waggling his eyebrows at her. She grinned, and slowly sat up, looking around the room. Once she had found what she was looking for, she got up and put on the t-shirt that he had been wearing. Knowing he was staring, she slowly unzipped her jeans and pushed them down, gracefully stepping out of them.

Looking at her in awe, he finally found his voice again. "You ready now? I don't have any stuffed animals for you to sleep with, but if you get scared during the night, you can get yourself a glass of water." She reached down to lightly shove him and walked over to where he had taken off his jeans earlier that night. He nodded in appreciation as he realized that she was getting his vicodin so it would be close if he needed it. Wordlessly, she crawled into bed and they resumed their earlier position, face to face with their legs carefully placed. House smiled as her hand found his.

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Oh please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand.
Now let me hold your hand,
I want to hold your hand.

And when I touch you I feel happy inside.
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide, I can't hide, I can't hide.

Yeah, you've got that something,
I think you'll understand.
When I'll say that something
I want to hold your hand.

I Want To Hold Your Hand – The Beatles