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CHAPTER FOUR – Trust Is a Dirty Five-letter Word

The four stood staring at each other, not really sure what to do or who would make the first 'move.' The energy in the room was electric, regardless. The sleet and rain hitting the windows made the only noise in the room, other than the water from the Jacuzzi tub; the wind had just started to pick up and was howling outside.

"So, who wants to watch porno movies?" House asked.

"House, shut up," Cuddy scolded as she walked to the Jacuzzi and tested the water temperature and level.

"Okay, Cuddy, you owe me, what, $11 from telling House to shut up?" Cameron asked with a laugh.

"Yeah, something like that. I don't know about you three, but I'm getting in. You can watch if you'd like or join me."

Cuddy then lifted off her blouse, pulled down her skirt and placed them neatly over a chair. All eyes were on her, well, actually what was in her bra and underpants – lacy pink, by the way – and she didn't seem nervous at all. She sat on the edge, turned her body around and stuck her feet in the water first.

"Ah, perfect. I'm not running hot water again to warm it up so I advise you all to get in here!" Cuddy said brazenly before she got in the tub.

House shook his head, Wilson blushed and Cameron walked over to the other chair by the table. She turned, faced House, completely ignoring Wilson, and slid her blouse over shoulder, keeping her eyes on House the whole time. She lowered the other sleeve over her shoulder and seductively brought it down over her arm, until the blouse was around her waist.
"Actually, this is better than porn," House snickered.

"And with porn, you don't get to take the pants off the actresses, now do you?" Cameron teased.

"Uh, is that an invitation?" House asked.

"Only if you accept," Cameron answered with a smile.

Suddenly they were the only two in the room.

House bravely but confidently approached Cameron and stood only a foot away from her. Their noses were practically touching but neither made a move for a kiss nor said a word. The sexual tension between the two filled the entire room; their hearts were beating so fast and hard it drowned out the wind bellowing outside.

House reached for her waist and pulled her toward him, their bodies brushing against the other. Cameron was dying to feel his lips against hers again, but that didn't happen. He tugged at her until she was forced to take a step, then another and another until they were standing by the edge of the bed and he sat down, leaving Cameron standing.

House reached for the top of her pants and slowly unhooked them. He slowly ran his big, huge hands over her waist and hips, making her chest flushed. She took in a deep breath at his touch. She slid out of the pants and kicked them to the side.

He let his face and mouth, opened, get as close to her body as he could, making sure she was watching his face, as he lowered the blouse over her hips and thighs. He purposefully lingered with his mouth right at her chest bone.

Finally, he had the woman he refused to admit of caring about standing in front of him in her bra and underwear. It was more than he could handle, or even felt he deserved.

But he hadn't been paying attention when she leaned in and put her hands on his shoulders and slowly brought them down to his forearm, while keeping her eyes on his face the whole time; as if they were playing chicken and the first to look away lost.

She was surprised at how soft, and shaven, his arms were. It was exciting for her, getting something she'd wanted and waited for so long.

She slid her hands down to his waist and under his t-shirt, pulling it up over his chest and arms, already in the air. She looked at his chest, remaining silent, with a grin on her face. She was pleased, extremely pleased.

"Stand up," she ordered.

"Hey, I give the orders. I'm your boss."

"How am I going to get your pants off?" she asked seductively. "Oh, I got it," she teased.

She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him back, his body landing on the bed with his legs hanging over at the knees. She crawled up on his waist (he put his hands on her hips); her crotch straddling the bulge in his pants and lied down on him, her chest touched his. Their faces were two inches apart now, and they were both completely hot.

"Kiss me," she told him.

"Can't. I've got a headache," he told her with a grin on her face.

"Then I'll just have to steal it like I did our first kiss."

She ran her lower lip over his own, keeping her eyes open to watch his face. She closed her eyes and did the same over his upper lip. He tilted his head up and pressed his lips fully on hers, bringing his hands up to her chest when she suddenly pulled away and got off of him. She spread his legs, they were still over the bed, and slid in between his legs as much as she could before she'd hit the bed.

He watched her intently as she ran her fingertips over his skin above the waistline of his pants and unbuckled them. He then laid his head back and reveled in the sensation. With the buckle undone, she grabbed the button and undid it.

She bent over, put her teeth on the zipper and slowly unzipped the pants, not once touching him or losing her grip. When it was unzipped she looked up at him. He had an expression on his face that she had never seen before: scared, excited, confused and turned on. That only heightened her own excitement.

She continued to look at him as if building up more tension between them, if that was possible. He grinned at her and laid his head back down. She put his legs together and stood beside him. She grabbed the pants by the waist and pulled them down slowly, although she wanted to tear them off of him in two seconds.

The pants were just about at his lower hip when he put his right hand on her left hand, making her stop and look up at him. He had his head up, looking at her, and she wondered what she did that made him stop.

"What's wrong?" she asked with genuine concern.

She thought she had leaned against his upper right thigh and hurt him. When she looked into his eyes, she noticed one single tear down running down to his ear. He was crying.

"House, wha…what's wrong?" she asked.

"My…don't…" he mumbled.

She had no idea what he was talking about and she didn't know what to do.

"Do you want to stop?" she asked softly.

"No, I…"

It suddenly dawned on her.

"House, it's your leg, isn't it?" she finally asked.

He shyly nodded his head.

"Oh, House. We don't have to do this," she told him.

"I want to," he whispered.