They kissed for hours, teasing, testing, learning and groping gently feeling hip and waist and thigh and ass with eagerly exploring fingers. Shoes and socks were gone but little else other than Cameron's blouse, her modesty covered by a camisole top that clung to her body deliciously and bared the dark lacy straps of her bra to his wandering eyes.

She lay beneath him now, his leg only able to remain in a single position for so long and though her straddling him felt wonderful the little weight of her was soon enough able to put him in a great deal of discomfort.

She was stunning. Everything about her was soft and delicious the complete opposite of his own rough angular body and yet it seemed to him amidst their sweet kisses and passionate duelling that their souls were very much alike. Fire coursed through him like a drug, his body burning with the fierce emotions throbbing with every beat of his heart. She was intoxicating.

Cameron whimpered beneath him her hands clutching at his shirt and moving through his hair, her leg bent against the back of the couch accepting him as close as their cloths would allow.

They would have to part every so often... for calls of nature, to change the record as it jumped uncontrollably or silence filled the room, painkillers, to take a drink because their lips were parched and dry despite the copious amounts of saliva produced by their want and need each time they returned there would be a moment of quiet and awkwardness between them before the distance was closed and their arms were wrapped around each other once more in a loving embrace.

They were excellent kissers.

The music stopped and silence filled the room becoming almost definitely.

Cameron moaned in protest beneath him not wanting to separate from his magnetic kiss.

House pulled back slightly, keeping his body over hers and smoothing his hands gently through her hair as he brushed his lips over hers softly.

"Hey." he murmured softly.

"Hey." she said with a smile, "I don't want you to go." she said referring to the CD.

"I don't want you to go either." he whispered with more meaning in his voice than hers.

She bit her lip and starred up at him wondering what to do…what was right.

"Just stay." He murmured. "I can guarantee your boss won't care if you're a little late in the morning." he added with a grin.

"Just stay?" she asked softly.

He nodded gently and moved his stubbly chin over hers affectionately.

"Okay." she whispered.

He grinned and kissed her deeply.

"Right, okay, down boy I get it you're happy." she said with a smile against his lips.

"Down boy? You've got to be kidding, you're good but my "boy" ain't even all the way up yet." he said with a grin, his hips wriggling teasingly against hers.

"Impressive."

"Thank you."

"I always knew you would be."

"Dreaming?"

"I know you have."

He grinned and kissed her softly. "I must be." He breathed before his normal voice returned. "Do you wanna pick out a movie or a CD or something?" He pulled back from her and stood slowly, stretching the kinks from his muscles gingerly ever aware of his thigh. "I'll be right back." He murmured before hobbling quickly down the hall.

-

"Ah shit!"

"House?" Cameron called down the hall. She quickly shook her head. She'd just been making out with the man for the past 3 hours… she'd gone a little far over the line to still be calling him by his second name. "Greg?"

She moved further down the hall and heard nothing.

"Greg?" She murmured.

"Yeah that's my name." He said in a strained voice.

She frowned and moved through the door from which his voice was coming.

It was his bedroom and it was in complete and utter disarray.

A duvet laid half in and half out of its cover on the matress. Pillows were scattered everywhere as were many sheets and blankets.

And laying there on the floor amongst the chaos was Gregory House flat on his back. "Hey." he said as if this was an everyday occurrence.

"Hey. Decided to have a party without me did you?"

"Yeah, it was pretty boring though... hence the lying down part."

"Are you okay? In pain?" she said moving forward amongst the cotton maze.

"Just peachy." he sighed and covered his eyes. "I'm alright really... it's just these stupid sheets." he said glaring at the cotton around his ankles.

"You're doing this for me?"

He winced and sighed hauling his torso off the floor to sit up. "I did it for me too... There's a reason why I was in my office at midnight last night. Why I couldn't sleep here last night." he said almost sadly, his eyes failing to meet hers, fearful of her reaction and regretting his actions already.

"Come on." She said holding out her hands for him to take.

Which he did.

With some difficulty he stood, eventually, with their arms wrapped around each other and three legs planted steadily on the ground.

"I'm half way done." He murmured into her hair clinging to her for dear life.

"Let me help."

"You don't have to." he murmured. Even he wasn't too keen on the task only focusing on the benefits it would bring.

"I'll practically be in your bed and you're trying to stop me."

"You'll be in my bed soon enough." he sighed.

"Greg." She said in a knowing tone.

"Okay, okay." he grumbled pulling back slightly. "Whatever you say." he said almost grudgingly releasing her and turning to his half finished task quickly trying to pull the duvet from it sheet tossing it far away from him in a flurry of hatred and pain.

Cameron sighed as she unfolded the fresh sheet that had been hanging from the edge of the bed. She moved forward and took the large duvet from his hands before wrapping it around them both in what she hoped was a soothing motion.

"I think I'm starting to understand why this was such a big task."

"You aren't going shrink on me right now are you?" he asked softly his arms moving around her waist.

"No. Not any more." she said hugging him tightly.

He sighed loudly. "I know you want to."

"I want you more."

"Go on." he whispered feeling safe in this cocoon with her.

"You're giving up on a dream." she breathed apprehensive of his reaction.

"And I'm living a new one." he said hugging her tighter.

"Then let's get this done." She said with a gentle smile and brushing her lips against his softly.

Kissed her back gently and moaned softly. "'Kay."

The bed was soon made fresh and clean, a bundle of sheets in the laundry basket were the only physical remnants of what passed last night.

"Do you have a pair of sweats or something I can borrow? These pants are getting kind of uncomfortable." She said in a timid voice.

"Yeah, yeah sure." He said moving over to his dresser and pulling out a pair of long drawstring pants he normally wore to bed.

As he turned he was surprised to see her pants already off her legs, they in the process of being folded by her soft hands and hung neatly over the foot of the bed, her plain though devilishly black cotton panties exposed to the cool air and framing that small pert bottom of hers wondrously. He gulped and stilled, unable to move, mesmerised and transfixed by her long shapely legs.

"Greg." she murmured softly advancing on him.

"Uhrm." He grunted shaking his head and lifting his eyes to hers. "Yeah?"

"Thank you." she said with a slight smirk and taking the pants from his hands and pulling them on quickly and gracefully removing those legs from view.

"Tease." House muttered rolling his eyes slightly with some of his thought processes returning now that those legs were gone from sight, but even the memory seemed to burn him.

"Come on." She sighed taking his hand. "Movie time."

"What did you pick?" He said almost apprehensively.

"Casino Royale."

"Sweet." He said following her into the living room. "Let me guess you have a thing for Daniel Craig?"

"He's hot yeah. Pierce was hotter but Sean will always be the ultimate bond, I think he's even hotter now with the grey hair." She admitted freely.

"Just wait until you see me in a tux." He said sitting and drawing her to his side.

"I can imagine it now." She said with a grin. "Imagination is never as good as the real thing though."

"Sometimes imagination can set us up for a disappointment." He said softly in an almost warning tone.

"Not me… the real thing is so much better." She said cuddling up to him, hoping he caught her underlying meaning and quelled some of his insecurities.

"I think so too." He whispered kissing her hair as the theme music began to play.