Chapter 5- Yearnings

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"You've got to be kidding me. How do you keep whipping my ass like that?" Cameron moved her hand as quickly as possible against the joystick but to no avail. House was too quick for her.

"Got you again, Dr. Cameron. Man, you suck!" House screamed.

"In your face!"

He turned away from the video game to look at her expression. She smiled back. She could tell he was getting tired, but would never admit it. His eyes were red and his face was covered in sweat. He seemed to be having difficulty catching his breath and he started coughing again. He quickly covered his hand to his mouth.

"Are you all right?" Cameron asked clearly concerned especially since the last time blood came spewing at her. House glanced down at his hand and saw more flecks of blood, but he dismissed them by casually rubbing it on his dark t-shirt.

"Sure, I'm fine. I can't believe I totally beat you."

"Well, I guess that can be easy to do since this is the first time I've ever played." House stood up attempting to shake off the dizziness that engulfed him.

"No excuse," he said softly. Cameron stood up and grabbed his swaying arm.

"Maybe you should take a rest. "

House puckered his lips.

"Not tired."

Cameron began to think that staring at the TV screen for as long as they had done was not a good idea for his headaches or dizziness that he claimed were doing fine.

Suddenly she spied another mode to relaxation.

"Can you play me a song?"

House followed her longing gaze to his piano. He felt that a sudden intimate barrier was about to be crossed, but rather than say no, he could only find the word, "yes." Come to his lips.

Cameron helped him to his seat.

"Any requests?"

Cameron sat on the floor her knees pulled up to her chest.

"I like Fur Elise. Can you play that?"

House started in his mock laughter.

"Can I play that, HA! I can play whatever you wish, my dear."

After the "my dear" slipped out, he wished that he could have taken it back.

Cameron didn't seem to notice so House bypassed it. He took a deep breath suddenly feeling nervous for the first time in years, and began to play.

Cameron's mouth fell open slightly as she took in the music. The movements of his body went right along with the gentle melody of Beethoven's masterpiece. House's eyes were closed as he refused to read the music but rather to play with his heart. Cameron smiled to her coming to a beautiful conclusion. When House finished the piece he opened his eyes but refused to see who was staring back.

"You can feel."

House turned to the voice, trying to comprehend the words.

"No one can play music like that and not feel." She gave a small chuckle.

"You had us all fooled, but you are like the rest of us."

House cast his eyes downward not sure if he should take Cameron's words as a compliment or an insult. As if reading his mind, she stood up and helped him up.

"I meant that as a compliment." House's embarrassed eyes greeted hers for a split second before walking away.

"Thank you." She said as he limped away from her.

"Thank you for sharing a piece of yourself with me."

House stopped for a moment before continuing to limp off shouting behind him, "Do you like Chinese?"

Cameron shook her head. You are impossible, House, she thought.

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After what seemed like several hours of dead silence between the two, sleep finally began to claim one of them. Cameron had fallen asleep while watching the fifth hour of the General Hospital soap opera marathon. House looked at her sleeping form

"How can you fall asleep during General Hospital," he whispered. She seemed to take note of his voice causing her to snuggle in closer against his chest. House gazed at her beautiful face with a silent longing urging him on. He tried to dismiss it, but realized that the closer she got to him, the more he felt it. He lifted his arm pretending to stretch and placed it gently around her shoulders. She shrugged ever so slightly as he lifted a strain of auburn hair behind her ear. God, how he wanted her. Seeing her everyday was beginning to become more difficult than he would like to admit. Now, that she was alone with him in his house, asleep on his chest, for God's sakes it was too much to bear. He bent down to breath in her scent of flowers and soap. It was a beautiful combination. He pulled her closer, hungry for the intimacy that was not to be. He sighed, picking up the remote control and began to flip the stations until he found a compromise to his predicament. He lowered the volume so that the moans and groans could barely be heard to anyone but him and found his vision lost in the blur of sweaty bodies. House slid deeper on to the couch and into Cameron's arms refusing to find pleasure in his viewing but rather remorse for his yearnings.

Upon awakening the next morning, Cameron found herself moving off the chest of House. His rhythmic breathing had seem to be at peace and caused her to smile. She stood up carefully as to not wake the patient and placed his onto the awaiting pillow on the couch. She tried to remove her hand from his grasp so she could make a phone call to the next watcher but House refused to let go.

"I'm not immune to you, "he murmured in his sleep. Cameron stopped. She leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on his head before slowly removing her hand from his and walked to make a phone call.

Not too romantic I hope for some of you, but for the others, just enough. Please review. You guys are truly amazing. I have never gotten so many reviews so quickly from any group before! Thanks! I hoep the end with the porn wasn't too far off of his character but I thougth it sounded like something he might do (and in his mind even consider it to be intimate:)

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Next up: Foreman is the next one to watch House. What symptom will show up this time? Will House tell Foreman the real reason he hired him?