The Wanting

That evening, Cameron drove home fast. After parking and sitting in her car for a few moments, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She had leaned up and kissed House. It hadn't been a simple kiss either. It was passionate and she had even parted her legs for him while he grinded himself into her.

That had made her moan.

Oh god, she groaned, placing her head on the steering wheel.

She glanced up to look in through her window. She could see the shadows of the television and she glanced at the time.

9:43. It was late.

Michael, no doubt, was sitting up and watching CSI reruns as he did when Cameron stayed out later than normal and worried. She would walk in to find his eyes half open, his feet propped up and crossed on the arm of the couch, and one of his arms thrown back behind his head. He looked simply sexy when he was like that.

She wondered what she could say to explain to him what took her so long. She could tell him the truth, that she had had a meeting with House about raising her salary. He would ask her how that went and she would simply tell him that it went fine, kiss him, and tell him that she was getting ready to go to bed. And that conversation would be done.

Unless one of the CSI scenes was bright enough so that he would see the guilt on her face and question her about that.

Cameron knew she wouldn't tell him. She would make up some story about one of her patients and he would still be doubtful but let it go nonetheless. People who thought she didn't lie were definitely wrong. Although this was more than lying. This was unfaithful.

Wasn't it?

She sighed and gathered herself together. She stepped out of her car and walked the distance to her front door. She unlocked it and went inside. First thing she did was place her bag on a chair nearby and then looked around to see Michael indeed on the couch but his light snoring told her that he hadn't been able to stay awake long enough to see her come home. She felt a little disappointed but more relieved than anything.

She walked over, grabbing a small blanket before placing it over Michael's long body. She bit her lip as her eyes settled on his face. The snoring had been a distraction once before but now, it sounded like home. He was snoring in their home which meant he still was with her and she had nothing to fear... for now. Michael wasn't the type to just leave if he had doubts, he needed evidence, reasons.

Taking one last glance at him, she prepared her late night shower and stepped in. The steam filled her nostrils and the glass door quickly clouded. She let the hot water wash over her head and her body, letting the water sting in the areas sensitive on her body. She ran her hands through her hair, letting her scalp take in the heat.

House.

Thoughts of his hands on her behind brought warmth to her belly. She could still feel his hands on her back, the brush on her breasts, his whiskers against her chin. She couldn't help it; she let out a quiet moan as she remembered what they had done in his office earlier. She had surprised herself when she had made the first move. She had always thought about making the first move because she knew House was too stubborn and in his own way to do anything about what was between them.

She could feel her insides getting hot and matching the temperate of the room. A different kind of liquid settled itself between her thighs and her hands started to travel down her shoulder, brush her breast as House had done, and down her stomach. Before she could reach the heated center of her, the glass door opened and Cameron jumped.

She looked.

It was Michael.

"God, you scared me." Her eyes were wide and the hand that had traveled down her body found a respectable place at her side.

Michael gave an apologetic smile. "I tried to call your name but you didn't hear me."

She nodded. "Sorry,"

His apologetic smile turned into a full blown smile. "Got room for one more person?"

"Of course."

She stepped back and watched as Michael shed his clothes and then stepped in to join her. He kissed her neck and she leaned her head to the side.

"I didn't think you would wake up."

He stopped kissing her and grabbed some soap. "Why didn't you wake me?"

She shrugged and leaned down to kiss his smooth chest. "You looked tired."

He let out a soft laugh. "No kidding?" He tilted his head. "Somebody call the hospital, a sleeping person looked tired…"

She whacked him gently on his chest and couldn't help but smile herself, pointing to the soap he had in his hands. "Are you going to use that or are you trying to tease me with your handy skills?"

He handed her the soap and stepped closer to her. "Alison---"

"I know all about your handy skills, Mr. Jacobs." Cameron whispered, her eyes narrowing.

"That's not what I was going to say." Michael said. "Where…?"

Cameron put her fingers to his lips to silence him.

Later, she would wonder why she hadn't done just that to House instead of putting her lips on his. They both would've had the same effect.

"Later," She whispered, huskily and leaned down to kiss down Michael's hard stomach. "Later."

At the hospital, House walked in to Cuddy's office to find Cuddy with another man.

This was just too good.

"Wouldn't Wilson frown upon another man marking up his territory?"

Cuddy and the other man looked at House.

Cuddy sighed. "House, can't you see I'm having a meeting?"

House walked forward a bit more. "Is that what you're calling it these days?" He looked at the younger looking man. "Sorry, dude, but she's already taken." He narrowed his eyes. "I know it doesn't look like it with her boobs hanging out of her top and all but---"

"House, this is Private Investigator Michael Jacobs." Cuddy cut in before he could embarrass her anymore than he already had.

House stopped, recognizing the name immediately and watching as Michael Jacobs stood up and outstretched his hand.

"Dr. House, I've heard a lot about you." Michael explained, his hand still outstretched.

House looked down at it and then back up at his face.

"House, be nice." Cuddy warned, standing up as well.

House shook his head and looked at Michael. "Sorry, I don't do handshakes." When Michael frowned, he said, "One hand is used for the cane and one hand is used for…" He smirked cockily. "Well, you know."

Michael's eyebrows shot up and he glanced at Cuddy for an explanation.

Cuddy just sighed in exasperation before she walked around her desk, looking at house. "Shouldn't you be on clinic duty?"

House looked at her finally. "The case that just came in today, I want it."

Cuddy shook her head. "That case was already given to someone else."

"And I want it." House stated.

Cuddy frowned. "So?"

"So take it back from them and give it to me."

Cuddy looked at Michael apologetically. "I'm sorry about this,"

"Cuddy, you won't have to be sorry if you just give me the damn case." House said annoyance clearly in his voice. He hated it when she stalled and made him get all emotional about getting a case.

"Are you usually like this?" Michael asked, frowning at House in disdain.

"No, I'm worse." House said, glancing at him briefly before looking at Cuddy. He noticed the look of resignation and knew he had the case. "Thank you, Cuddy."

"She didn't even give you the case though." Michael said, confused.

Cuddy sighed, handing the folder over to a smug looking House. "Don't try anything."

House already started to walk toward the door. "Oh, you know I will."

"Wait," Cuddy said and House stopped at the door before turning around, looking bored now that he came in and got what he wanted from her and now just wanted to leave. "I guess I should tell you that Michael will be here for an undetermined time to investigate a case here at the hospital."

House frowned at the younger man. "Why? Did a coma patient call you up and ask to be protected against all harm?"

"That part is none of your business." Cuddy stated, folding her arms. "I just thought I'd tell you before you found out later and came looking to harass me."

House nodded and snapped his fingers at Michael. "Welcome to the medical world, buddy."

Cameron stormed into House's office, clearly upset.

"What the hell are you doing?"

House looked up from throwing his ball against the wall. "Huh?"

She walked closer to him. "My boyfriend is here on a case and now he's questioning whether this is a good environment to be working in. Whether I really should be working here or not."

"And how is this my problem?"

She walked closer. "He thinks you're bastard."

He looked at her blankly. "Doesn't everyone?"

"House, if you give him any reason to think that you're bastard personality is a liability to this hospital and your work with the patients; he can gather enough evidence to have you out of here." Cameron explained, her eyes wide but angry.

He narrowed his eyes. "And you care about me so much to tell me all of this because?"

"I'll be out of a job." She said simply and sat down in a huff at the table.

House cracked a smile, turning his chair to face her. "Oh, I see how this really goes."

She looked at him, seeing his all knowing face. She wanted to throw a book at it.

"You're upset because he's going to be working here which means he'll be looking out for you and this is the only place where you're safe from that."

"Did you pull that out of your arrogant ass?" Cameron asked, her eyes narrowing at him.

House grabbed his cane and stood up. "He's a cop, you're his girlfriend, and his case is here. Naturally, he's going to be checking up on you."

Cameron didn't answer.

She didn't need to; her answer was right in front of him. She was annoyed at her boyfriend being at her work.

"And you're afraid that if he sees you working with me and sees how you let me treat you, he might think something is going on between us? Or maybe just that you have feelings for me? He wouldn't be able to tell that I'm attracted to you just by my bastard personality if I'm like that with everyone." House said, loving that she was so readable right now. He could just see the answers in her eyes as clearly as if she had spoken them.

Cameron bit her lip. "House, now is not the time to start something."

House held his hands up in defense. "Whoa, jumping to conclusions, aren't you? Just because I said I'm attracted to you doesn't mean I'll actually do anything about it."

She looked at him, annoyed. "No, you don't have the balls for that."

House accepted that but it made him curious and aggravated. He accepted it because he wouldn't do it here. Michael was young and stupid but he was also strong looking and smart. Hmm, he wondered how that could work out. Any who, he wasn't looking to get punched in the face anymore than he made his patients already do sometimes when he was being an ass.

"Don't you have a smart ass comment back at that, oh great one?" Cameron challenged.

House changed tactics.

"Have you thought about our little encounter last week?"

It worked.

The snappy Cameron vanished and the vulnerable Cameron surfaced. She looked down, embarrassed but he got his answer for that, too.

He thought about that encounter as well and used it whenever he could before going to sleep. He had dreams about her in all kinds of positions and such, whispering and letting out puffs of air in his ear.

"Uh huh." House murmured. "So the truth surfaces."

Cameron sighed. "I didn't lie to you. I didn't even say anything."

"I know." House said simply. "That was your answer."

She frowned. "You are impossible."

"You're hot."

"You're a jackass."

"Your legs are amazing."

"You're a bastard."

"I'm thinking about them right now."

Cameron closed her legs and turned slightly so that her legs were under the table, away from his eyes. "Pig."

House shrugged, not denying that. "Where are Foreman and Chase?"

"Clinic duty." Cameron said, her eyes telling him she still thought he was a pig even though he was changing the subject.

"At the same time?" House limped over to the glass windows and looked around before shutting the blinds and turning back to Cameron. "Don't you wonder what those two do alone?"

"They're not alone, they're with other patients." Cameron stated. "What are you doing?"

House wished there were locks on the doors but no such luck.

He tilted his head. "So that's what they want us to think."

"Foreman has a girlfriend. Chase…" Cameron struggled. "Has many girlfriends, I guess. You still haven't answered my question."

House walked toward her. "Maybe it's just a cover up."

Cameron pushed herself away from the table and stood up. "Or maybe you just have a disturbed mind."

"That could be it." House came to stand right in front of her.

"What are you doing?" Cameron asked again, frowning up at him.

House gave her a half smile. "What if I didn't tell you? What if I just did it?"

"Did what?" She barely had time to get those two words out because House had pulled her flush right against him. She gasped just before she felt his lips take over hers in a demanding, sexually pent up kiss. She tried to push him away as her lips responded to the kiss. She whacked him on his chest, balling her fists up into tight balls before punching his chest all the while kissing him back fiercely.

She let her frustration be taken out on him. She didn't want to be kissing him, didn't want to be wanting him as much as she did. She didn't want Michael there in her space on his own case while still trying to find her and then grope her in the lab room. She didn't want House and Michael in the same building and when she had found out from Michael that he had met House and seemed suspicious about House's work ethics, she had come to find House immediately.

To yell at him and to be honest, to see if something would happen.

Something clearly did happen.

They were kissing each other like teenagers, groping and using more tongue than a normal, sweet kiss would allow. She hadn't wanted to acknowledge their thing or even admit that it existed. The Monday after the Friday that they had had their encounter, she had walked into his office to find Foreman and Chase there waiting like every morning. Her heart had pounded when House walked in. He hadn't even looked at her or said anything, just instructed that the three of them go get some things for him. Then, they had started their day as usual and there was nothing different about the way he treated her.

Except in the X-ray room where he had found her and they talked about the current case. She had thought their conversation to be done when he was all of a sudden right behind her while she turned back to the monitor. She could feel him behind her as he looked back to check on her work. They hadn't said anything but his being close made her heart pound and her body heat up with expectation.

Nothing had happened there but the air was filled with sexual electricity. They had been teasing one another with each other's presence and closeness. Cameron had gotten him back the next morning when he was filling up his mug for coffee, except she had taken it a step further and actually brushed against his most wanting body part. She had stepped in front of him to get her own drink and had ended up brushing her ass against the front of his jeans.

That move had surprised both of them because she hadn't realized that he was so close to the table. Once her shock wore off and she remembered the day before, she had stood there like that with her butt very close to the front of him while she prepared her drink. She had even pretended to drop something and bent down, pressing her behind closer to his growing hard front end as she picked up what she dropped.

But this wasn't playing.

They were doing the real thing and roughly, too. His hands had found the hem of her sweater and immediately went under and up. She gasped at the feel of cool hands against her bare skin as his fingers walked their way up her stomach to cup one of her breasts. She moaned as he rubbed them through her lacy bra material. His tongue ran along the inside of her mouth and she had stopped chasing his tongue with hers because she felt like she was going to come. Her mouth was open to his administrations.

A few more seconds of rubbing and Cameron moaned straight into House's mouth. He gulped down her sounds as he felt her body trembling with the aftermath. He slowly stopped their kissing and finally stepped back. He watched her eyes slowly open and come to the realization of what they just did.

The first thing she did was slap him, hard.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Cameron asked through gritted teeth that were chattering slightly.

House rubbed the side of his face. "I thought I just made you come."

She slapped him again.

"Okay, ouch." House met her eyes. "You're allowed to slap me once but two slaps are not allowed."

Cameron gathered her things, angrily. "You're a pig,"

"You keep telling me that." House said. "And where are you going? It's the middle of the day."

"I can't be around you right now. I'm telling Cuddy that I'm not feeling well and going home." Cameron explained, walking out of his office before he could stop her.

She hadn't ended up going home that day. Instead, she had begged Cuddy for a break from House. Cuddy had consented without any questions because she was used to one of House's employees asking for a break from his cruel humor. Cameron hadn't needed to come up with any reasons which she was grateful for.

She had spent the rest of the day in the clinic.

Michael hadn't brought up House.

Until then at the club with Foreman and Chase there.

"So, what's with House?" He asked, taking a swig of his beer.

Foreman rolled his eyes.

Chase let out a small chuckle.

"Don't even ask." Foreman said, shaking his head. "He's always like that."

Michael frowned. "But why?"

"Who knows," Chase shrugged. "We thought it had something to do with his parents but, they seemed normal."

"Seemed normal," Cameron interjected, "I guess he has problems with his dad."

"Why do you ask?" Foreman asked.

Michael pointed to the entrance of the club that they were in. "He just walked in with that oncologist doctor."

House's three employees turned swiftly to indeed find House and Wilson taking off their jackets and looking around the place.

"I don't believe it." Chase muttered. He turned back to them. "House at a club?"

"He does like to shock people." Foreman said.

Cameron noticed that House looked the same as he did earlier, maybe a little bit more tired and scruffier looking than the last time she saw him. Her heart beat faster in her chest, seeing him there and excitement and nervousness came about in her. Just the sight of him excited her? That was bad especially if her boyfriend was sitting right next to her with his arm draped on the back of her stool.

She turned to look at Michael. "He probably won't stay long."

Her boyfriend shook his head. "I don't know how you could put up with him."

Chase and Foreman glanced at each other, sharing a knowing look. When Chase met Cameron's eyes, he saw the warning there flashing. She didn't want him or Foreman to say anything about her former crush on their boss. It would complicate things too much. Chase just smiled though. He wasn't going to tell anyone anything but he thought it humorous that she hadn't told her boyfriend.

Foreman answered for Cameron. "You learn to turn his comments off. If it's not about a case we're working on, I don't want to hear it."

Chase raised his glass. "Amen."

Michael glanced back to look at House and Wilson. "He's pretty popular with women."

"You have no idea," Chase muttered and got a kick under the table. He gave Cameron an aggravated look.

She turned to see House with a woman a bit older than herself but still younger than him. She rolled her eyes in frustration. She turned, though, and leaned in to give her boyfriend a sweet kiss.

"Let's go dance."

She wanted to occupy her body with something. Dancing with Michael would prove to be fun as well as distracting. She couldn't be caught staring at House in front of him or Chase or Foreman or else they would somehow guess that House still affected her. Well, he did. But, she wasn't going to let anyone else know about that.

She glanced over at him over Michael's shoulder and saw that the woman was still talking to House. He nodded and smiled. He seemed half interested in what she was saying and half interested in where he could find the nearest exit.

She smiled in satisfaction.

He wasn't comfortable with talking to woman in clubs because if he was sitting there, they wouldn't know that he was crippled.

She looked around the club and noticed that women of all ages glanced his way and approved.

Over the woman's head, House's eyes locked with Cameron's.

Her grip on her boyfriend's shoulders tightened and she found herself gritting her teeth.

His face made her want to punch it and kiss it at the same time.

Their eyes were locked for the whole time and eventually, the woman he was talking to realized he wasn't paying attention to her anymore so she just walked away.

Cameron's hand slid across Michael's shoulders before placing her hands gently across his chest.

She broke eye contact from House and looked up at Michael.

"I have to go to the bathroom."

He nodded and let her go.

House watched Cameron part from her boyfriend and head toward the bathroom.

He glanced at Wilson who was busy talking to some girl before he grabbed his cane and made his way through the crowd.

He stopped just outside of the women's bathroom and folded his arms, leaning against the wall.

The door opened and Cameron appeared.

She jumped when she saw him, her hand to her chest.

House smiled at her, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. "You look nice."

Cameron nodded at him, her gaze traveling down the length of his body. "You look tired. Are you in pain?"

House narrowed his eyes, curious. "It wouldn't matter either way. I still want what we both have in mind."

She rolled her eyes. "I have nothing in mind other than to go back and enjoy a night out with my friends. Goodnight, House." She tried to walk past him but his cane stopped her. She looked at him, tired of this but heat had already started to make its way between her thighs.

"Come on, House. Let me go."

"You're not crippled. You can walk over it."

He didn't know what he was doing. All he knew was that very soon; he was going to just take what he had been having dreams about once and for all.

The whole club and her boyfriend be damned.

"Why do you insist on making this difficult?"

"I'm not. You are!" House exclaimed.

"Yeah and I'm the one hanging outside of the women's bathroom." She tilted her head, frowning up at him.

She leaned her face in closer. "You're not going to make me cheat."

House had had it.

He grabbed a hold of her arm and ignored her instant complaints as he dragged her into the men's room. He glanced around and saw that no one was in there with them before he lodged his cane in the door handle. He turned to Cameron who was recovering from the shove he gave her to get in.

"You want it, Cameron." He said quietly. "Whether it's curiosity or want, they both lead you to the same place."

"I want it but that doesn't mean I have to act on it." Cameron said evenly. "You need to respect that."

"I do." House said. "You're a tease though."

Cameron let out a cry. "God, how am I a tease?"

"Come on, Cameron," House raised his voice. "You're dancing with your boy toy and you're giving me hot looks. You smile all satisfied when the woman I was talking to leaves. You came in my office today, yelling and then we ended up groping like sixteen year olds. And oh, let's not forget, you're the one who kissed me, remember?"

"I remember." She shook her head. "And I'm sorry that I led you on---"

He was going to lose it.

He pushed Cameron against the wall and placed his bad leg between her legs. He pinned her arms above her head and placed his head inches away from hers. "Yeah, right, you led me on. That's as far as it's gotten."

Cameron's eyes flicked to his lips as she licked her own lips. Her chest heaved up and down. She wanted him more than anything at that moment. Her mind fought with her body but her body ended up coming out the victor. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his in an urgent kiss. She grinded her crotch against his leg and moaned in satisfaction.

This is where she wanted to be.

The fight in her gave out.

Other circumstances, she would've told someone about the harassment but she knew she was lying to both of them. She wanted it just as badly as he wanted it. Thoughts of Michael and being unfaithful to him were still on her mind but she couldn't seem to stop the sexual energy between her and House's bodies.

"House," she moaned as their mouths fused together.

He let her hands go and he sucked his way down her face to her neck. "Say it, Cameron."

She shut her eyes tight as he started to grind back.

Biting her lip, she whispered, "I want you right now."

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