What If

Chapter 11 - Breaking and Entering

Cameron woke with a start, her heart skipping a beat when the previous night's activities flooded back to her. She was sleeping next to him, pressed to his side, her head on his chest. There wasn't much room on the sofa so they were as close as they could possibly be. He was still asleep and she couldn't help but smile as she watched his face. He looked so at peace, and she wasn't sure if it was because they'd finally crossed the line, or whether he always looked so blissful while sleeping.

He stirred and sighed deeply in his sleep and she was sure she never wanted to leave his arms. But as she glanced at the clock, she knew Elle would be waking up soon and she really didn't want her one-and-a-half year old wandering in to the living room to find her mother and House in their curret position. She was, of course, too young to understand, but Cameron still wanted to avoid the situation anyway. So, as carefully as she could, she disentangled herself from House's embrace and tried to climb over him without waking him up...

She was all-but straddling his hips when he grabbed her arms and she jumped, startled. She'd been watching his face for any signs he was waking up, but he hadn't given himself away.

"Nice wake up call. At least for one part of my anatomy."

He smirked, eyes still closed. His husky, sleep-laced voice was insanely sexy to her and, true to his word, she could feel him 'waking up' beneath her. She bit back a smirk and leaned down to kiss his lips chastely.

"How about I take Elle to pre-school early today and come back to really wake you up?"

He finally opened his eyes and quirked an eyebrow at her, his trademark smirk appearing.

"You're gonna be late for work willingly, Dr. Cameron? What have I done to you?"

"I'm not as sweet and innocent as you seem to think I am, Dr. House. I can be downright kinky when I want to be."

With that, she climbed off his lap and grabbed her panties and his blue shirt they'd discarded so hastily the night before. He watched her appreciatively, silently wondering how on earth such a woman could be attracted to him. Stacy had been a very attractive woman, sure. But she'd been closer to his age and not nearly as nice as Cameron. He stopped his thoughts in their tracks, before his doubts about what they were doing could surface. He wasn't sure he'd ever feel deserving of Cameron's affections (could he call it love yet? Because he was sure that's what he was starting to feel...)

As promised, Cameron got dressed quickly, throwing on her scrubs before impressively managing to get Elle dressed, fed and out of the door within a half hour. House made himself a coffee and watched her, moving to the window as she drove away. He knew she'd be back soon, so he got another cup of coffee ready for her and took it through to his bedroom, setting it down and sighing as he eyed the toys strewn about the floor. Normally, he knew that would irritate him, but he found that the little girl's obvious presence in his personal space wasn't as daunting or annoying as he'd initially feared. She was a part of Cameron, and if her being under his feet meant Cameron was under him, then he was quite willing to accept the compromise. He smirked at his chain of thoughts and hoisted himself onto the bed, lying back and allowing a small smile of contentment to fall on his lips.

He had to admit, though not out loud, that he liked how she made him feel. Her nauseating niceness wasn't rubbing off him persay, but he didn't feel quite as miserable with her around. He wondered, if it came down to it, whether he'd be able to put those feelings into words for her. He wasn't very good at that kind of thing, but then again she knew that.

A few minutes later, he heard the door and looked expectantly to his bedroom doorway, waiting for her appear. She smiled as she sauntered towards him, slipping her scrubs top over her head and discarding it on the floor, eyes never leaving his. She could see the icy blue coolness of his gaze turning black as his pupils dilated to take in as much of her as he could. The sexy smirk tugging at his lips sent shivers right through her at the thought of what was to come, without any fear of interruption. For once, she wasn't even thinking of work, and how turning up late at House's side was bound to arouse suspicions. Loosening her scrubs pants and letting them fall to her ankles, she couldn't help but smirk when his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened a little. She wasn't wearing panties. And that revelation had the exact effect she'd desired.

"If I'd known you were a no-panties girl, I wouldn't have waited this long to get you out of your scrubs."

The desire in his eyes was burning her up, and it satisfied her to know that he wouldn't be able to look at her in scrubs again without remembering the lust he was feeling for her right now.

"Well, I have to live up to my reputation as valuable lobby art."

She quipped, sarcasm drowning every word. He shook his head; she was too in control for his liking. He wanted to see that flush on her cheeks again, wanted to see her throwing her head back and completely abandoning every bit of control. She approached the bed slowly, then crawled up towards him and he couldn't help but admire every inch of her. She was as close to perfect as a woman could possibly be. It was only as he saw a blush creep over her cheeks that he realized he'd said it out loud. He'd let the words, 'you're perfect' pass his lips on no more than a sigh and there was no taking it back...and that didn't bother him as much as it could have done.

"Can you stop talking now and ravish me already?"

He didn't need to be asked twice. As soon as their lips crashed together, his hands were in her hair, pulling her as close as he could without hurting her. He felt her hand move south and slide down his pyjama pants, so he bit her lip gently, urging her on. He'd never been as turned on in his whole life. She didn't even blink when he kicked off his pants and revealed the full extent of his imperfection to her. The night before he'd managed to keep it covered, by not fully taking off his pants, but now here he was, trusting her with it. Trusting her not to wince or draw attention to the part of him that made his life so miserable. And she didn't. She didn't even glance, as though it was irrelevant to her perception of him.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure she was administering to him, the endorphins rushing through his body as she kissed down his body. She was so much better than Vicodin.

Chase kept eyeing the clock. Foreman looked like he could care less when his blonde co-worker brought up for the third time the fact that Cameron hadn't turned in and it was already nine thirty. She was always there before either of them. House's absence was normal, but when the young immunologist was late without prior warning, it caused concern. Not to mention that Cuddy had dropped off a file on their new patient already and told them to call House immediately. But he wasn't picking up, or answering his pager. Of course, that wasn't unusual, but it was making Chase antsy.

"I'm going to fetch House."

The Aussie stated finally, striding toward the door with conviction. Foreman just shook his head and continued to flip through the patient file. There was no use arguing and he certainly wasn't going to offer to accompany Chase to House's apartment.

Sliding the key into the door quietly, Chase slipped into 221B and glanced around for any signs that House had OD'd on pain meds or passed out from alcohol excess. No empty whisky glasses...but the children's toys and a stroller in the corner piqued his interest and he frowned, unable to come up with any logical explanation for the presence of such items. He was a million percent sure House didn't have kids, and even more sure that he wouldn't be anyone's first choice of babysitter. Glancing into the kitchen, he saw baby formula and his confusion grew. Walking down the hallway, he glanced into the bathroom, half expecting to see House passed out in there. Nothing. He heard the bed creak in the room next to him and rolled his eyes. House was still in bed, obviously.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Chase's jaw dropped and he stood rooted to the spot, unable to tear his eyes from his younger co-worker riding their boss. There was no 'this isn't what it looks like' because it couldn't look like anything else. His hands were on her ass, encouraging her movements, and their clothes were all over the floor. Neither of them noticed him for a moment, but Cameron's moan of pleasure turned into a yelp of surprise as she caught sight of him and instinctively covered her breasts with one arm and grabbed for the bed cover with her free hand. Her face was bright red and flushed, but he didn't know if that was from the sex he'd interrupted, or his presence alarming her. House didn't look fazed or impressed. He looked pissed. And he simply glared at Chase.

"Breaking and entering, Chase," he growled, "I'm surprised you didn't bring Foreman."

Chase had completely lost the ability to form words and was staring at them in shock, unable to tear his eyes from Cameron. She was married, wasn't she? And not just that, but...House?! He'd always secretly pictured Cameron getting naughty with him in the janitor's closet, not House. Their boss wasn't even nice to her. But her body was even more flawless than he'd imagined...

"Get OUT."

House yelled, frustrated that they'd been interrupted and angry that he was staring so openly at Cameron. Chase came to his senses abruptly and rushed out, slamming the door behind him. They heard the front door slam too a moment later and sat in silence. She slowly removed herself from him, that mortified, regretful look settling on her face as she turned to grab her clothes from the floor and made for the bathroom without saying a word. He ran a hand over his face in and sighed heavily in sheer frustration. Their morning had been going so damn well, and the Wombat had ruined it. He was going to make the kid's life hell for this.