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House MD, I don't own it.
Rating: T/M, a tiny bit more M in this chapter, briefly.
Chapter Two: No One Should Love House
The silence between them hangs heavily in the air. Cameron isn't sure what to do. Deny her feelings? Admit them? She had long ago buried them deep enough that she had deluded herself into thinking she wasn't in love with House. Now, she feels like that silly smitten young woman she'd been five years ago, her head spinning with ideas of her and House together. It's irrational and stupid and illogical but above all else it's tempting. It brings her long denied feelings to the front of her mind and she isn't sure she can ignore them anymore.
The glass diagnostics table makes them seem so far apart. It's easier for him to deny the elephant in the room that way. He kissed her first, just to solve the puzzle, of course that was the only reason. Then why hadn't he stopped it? Where's the scathing quip that should be on the tip of his tongue? Where's the dismissal of her school-girl crush?
Unfortunately, his every thought keeps circling back to kissing her again. Maybe it's because he hasn't gotten any in a while. Maybe it's because Cuddy and his relationship fizzled out before it could even get started, or maybe it's because there has always been an innate connection between them. The lingering looks, the brief touches, the way she keeps circling back to his department no matter how many times she insists that she doesn't miss him.
Cameron stops right in front of House, close enough that she can just pull him down and continue what they started in the hall.
"What're you doing?" House asks; his voice less harsh then he'd hoped. This isn't supposed to be happening. He doesn't have any feelings for Cameron and he certainly shouldn't be encouraging hers. But he can't look away; her gaze is intense and her closeness, inviting.
"Shut up, House." Cameron orders before wrapping her arms around his neck and crashing her lips against his. She's surprised he doesn't resist like he'd done what felt like eons ago. His lips just as eagerly devour hers and it's enticing and incredibly pleasurable. Cameron slides her hands down to rest on his chest, feeling the warmth from his body radiate through his shirt. Is he as turned on as she is? Or just playing another game?
His cane falls to the floor as he finally takes advantage of the situation. One hand grips Cameron's hip, pulling her closer. He doesn't miss the gasp that escapes her lips and it elicits a groan of his own. His other hand slides up her side and House finds himself wishing that there weren't so many layers of clothing between his hand and her skin.
Cameron's having trouble standing completely still, finding herself wanting to grind against him like a horny teenager. It doesn't help when his lips and teeth start attacking her neck eagerly and she doesn't even attempt to hold back her moans. He's driving her crazy, every nerve feels like it's on fire and she can't steady her breathing; she's lost all hope of self restraint; it becomes increasingly difficult to stand still when she can feel his arousal press against her thigh through the rough fabric of his jeans and then… He reaches up and squeezes her breast. She swats his hand away, finally pulling back to catch her breath.
He gives her the most salacious grin and shrugs. "Can't blame a man for trying. Besides, if you let me feel you up maybe I'll finally stop teasing you about the size of them." He winks. She's riled up his hormones like a teenage boy so he needs to deflect before anything resembling "real" feelings can pass between them. Sex he can handle, that's simple, no strings no complications, but declarations of feelings well, he shudders at the thought.
"So, you do still have the hots for me." He states obviously as he reaches down to pick up his cane. "Makes sense why you kept denying that you missed me or wanted a job. You just want my hot bod." He winks at her.
"House." She admonishes, still trying to slow her breathing and collect her thoughts. She's definitely wanted that for a long time, no denying that now.
"Cameron." He mocks, rolling his eyes. "There's really no use denying it. Act like a grown up."
"You're one to talk." She counters, finally regaining rational thought. She wants to say something; Ask him what's going on. Ask him if he has the hots for her, although that wouldn't exactly be her wording.
"We certainly gave the hospital quite a show." House gestures out the glass wall of the diagnostic room.
"Fuck." Cameron swears under her breath. She'd forgotten that every damn wall of his office is glass.
"Well, that certainly seemed like the idea. But not at work." House teases, feeling at ease and back in control of the situation.
Cameron rolls her eyes, of course he'd be like this; she really shouldn't have expected any less. "I've got to go talk to Chase."
"And tell him what? That I jumped you? That you're still in love with me? That we're going to go back to my place and have hot monkey sex? Actually that last one doesn't sound like such a bad idea…" He muses, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Of course he doesn't mean it, but might as well mess with her while he still has the chance.
"Shut up, House." She shoots back, clearly irritated. "And don't even think about telling Wilson."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
She glares at him before hurrying out of his office.
Cameron stands at the central desk in the ER; she's flipping through paperwork and signing off on it. Anything to keep her mind busy at this point.
Cuddy approaches Cameron and sets a stack of files down next to hers. "You do know what vacation means, right?" She glances in Cameron's direction.
Cameron curses under her breath and steels herself for the impending conversation. "You're either here because of House, Chase, or overtime issues. And I think I know which one."
Cuddy is taken aback by Cameron's tone. "Chase is very concerned."
"Well, if it's alright with you, I'd rather communicate with Chase by communicating with Chase." Cameron shuts the file she's working on and turns to Cuddy. "This hospital needs to stop being a living soap opera and keep it's nose out of my personal life."
Cuddy pauses. "Are you in love with House?"
Cameron laughs humorlessly. "You are not concerned about me. You're marking your territory."
Cuddy stutters before resuming. "Y-You shouldn't be involved with House. Neither should I. Neither should anyone." Cuddy turns to meet Cameron's glare. "So you do love him?" She accuses.
Cameron shrugs, tucking a fallen strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "It's always been House." She states bluntly before walking away in a huff.
Cameron escapes to the nearly empty cafeteria where she stirs a cup of coffee listlessly.
Chase sweeps in, seeming irritated, sitting down with a loud sigh. "I've been looking for you." Despite his irritation he does seem concerned for her.
Cameron glances up, lying through her teeth. "And… I've been thinking about you. Just hadn't reached the looking stage yet."
Chase shakes his head. He seems to have lost all faith in approaching the subject calmly. "Which is the problem. You asked for a day. I gave you two. I don't know what's worse — blowing off our vacation to hang around House or continuing to blow it off when he won't hang around you?"
Cameron takes deep breath, readying herself for Chase's reaction. "House kissed me."
Chase's eyes widen and he starts to get out of his seat. "Where is he? I'll kill him."
She expected this. Cameron places a hand over his,gently. "I kissed him back."
Chase sinks back down into his chair. "Oh." He tries to hide the hurt with anger, but can't before Cameron notices the look in his eyes; it's a familiar one, brought on whenever she's mentioned House; he looks like a kicked puppy forced to sit out in the rain.
"I'm sorry I-" Before Cameron can even hope to begin an apology Chase cuts her off.
"How long?" He looks at her seriously, anger bubbling beneath the surface.
"…How long?" She repeats, confused.
He sighs, looking her square in the eye. "How long have you been cheating on me with House?"
She's taken aback to say the least, not expecting him to jump to this conclusion. She expected Chase to shout, to storm off, but not to assume instantly that she'd been sleeping with House all along. Then again he had recently jumped to the conclusion that she'd slept with her former boss and gotten and STD from him.
"I-I haven't been cheating on you with House." She curses the waver in her voice.
"Right." Chase shoots back in disbelief.
"I haven't been cheating on you with House!" Cameron asserts, fed up with everyone's assumptions of her.
"Yeah, well, I guess now you have." Chase mutters, standing to leave. "Let me know when I can come pick up my things."
Cameron sighs and buries her head in her hands.
Author's note: I wasn't planning on writing an entire chapter where House and Cameron fool around second base-like. I was also planning on getting this chapter done much sooner.
Chase was sort of a dick in the episode so I just went with how the writer's already portrayed his insecurities.
Let me know how i did with keeping House and Cameron in character. That's my biggest concern.
Two chapters left, containing humor, smut, and angst- also an alternate ending. What could be better!
Thanks. R&R.