Only to Ogle you, My Dear

x - written for the fun of it

x - rated: pg-13/T

x - pairing: cam/chase

x - Disclaimer: I do not own House.

He couldn't stop eyeing the lovely calves that were naked from the knee cap down. Rubbing his hand over his eyes to try and break away from the spell they seemed to cast over him, he could hear the slight murmurs as House droned on about a new case. There was another voice, Wilson's this time. That at least gave him some leeway that it was cancerous – then again sometimes the man simply came in to listen. He heard Foreman mention something or other of Lupus. Yeah. That was exactly it. They would test for that and find nothing of the sort. Just like always.

Strangely his attention was pulled back down, through the clear glass desk that they sat at. Those damn calves again. Why was his mouth watering?

"…ase…Chase?" Cameron called, her delicate hand touching his skin, making a tingle rise up his spine. He looked up, puzzled as to why everyone was staring at him.

"What?"

Foreman sighed, "We were asking what you thought about it."

"Even though really, your answers mean diddly squat to this pow wow," House interjected, his hand swinging a cane toward Cameron. "Maybe you should try not staring at Cameron's legs long enough to listen."

Immediately, his face flushed as he tried to deny it. Wilson couldn't help but chuckle as Foreman agreed with House – for a change.

He didn't even want to think of looking over to the fiery little brunette who sat beside him, her body some what tensed up. No, that would only be bad news.

"Chase if you can't keep it in your pants, then your going to have to share with the class." House, the sadistic bastard chimed, making it feel as if Chase were simply a child being scorned.

But what surprised him the most was the hand still cupping his tightened as Cameron spoke. "Go ahead, tell." She encouraged, not at all embarrassed by the small peanut gallery watching with mild interest. He even could see Wilson on the end of his chair.

Great.

Taking in a long breath, he opened his mouth when someone interrupted him.

"House, I need you for a moment. Foreman, your on clinical duty until he gets back and Wilson what in the world are you doing in here?" Cuddy asked, her hands resting on her hips.

"Aww, come on Mom, you just ruined the show." House whined, already heading out the door while his boss eyed him with annoyance. Wilson quickly shuffled out, heading back toward his office and Foreman gave a long heaved sigh before following after them through the door.

Chase found himself lost. The only person who hadn't left was the one person he wasn't sure he could face.

"Well?" She piped, apparently still determined to get the truth out of him.

Squeezing the hand holding his, he turned to her and gave a smirk. "I would tell you," He watched as her face scrunched up in confusion, "but then I'd have to kill you and take over your position. And I kind of like my regular one."

"Robert Chase," She mumbled under her breath, her eyes daring him to not answer.

"Alison," He pulled at her hand, making her completely off guard and sealed his lips to hers. Her tongue dueled with his and soon they were both gasping until they had to pull away for air. "I was admiring you."

She smiled and gave a laugh. "Guess your going to have to kill me then, huh?"

With a chaste kiss to her lips, he smirked. "Nah. You'll just have to be my prisoner."

"If I must," They kissed once more, the taste making both moan, when the sound of something rapping at the door caused them to turn.

House stood at the door. "I'm not paying you guys to make babies. Now get out here. We have a thirty-five year old man with kidney failure and multiple lesions along his chest that I think needs a little bit more attention than Cameron's mouth."