Title: Mr. Nice Guy.
Author: Stephanie
Rating: PG 13
Category: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Cameron

Summary: She thought he couldn't love her, so he lusted for her instead.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

A painful grunt left Cameron's throat as the lukewarm water poured over her. She was in pain, but she tried to muffle it. The water felt like nails being pounded into her with a hammer. Suddenly taking a shower seemed like the worst idea in the world. And she had only one person to blame for that.

Gregory House. Bastard.

The deep bite marks all over her neck, shoulders and breasts made it clear that having sex with House the night before was in fact reality, and not a dream. The night had been amazing, absolutely amazing. House had made her reach the height of ectasy many times over, 7 to be exact. He had teased her, played with her, had her at his mercy, had her begging for more, and fulfilled every physical desire she could possibly be feeling at that moment.

And now she was exhausted, in pain, and she looked like shit. Her eyes had huge bags underneath; her body was limp and bruised. No, she wasn't bruised, House had marked her, had marked every part of her body as his own. And that thought sent shivers down her spine and a slight smirk on her face. The smirk soon disappeared when another stinging pain washed over her.

A couple of things had surprised her about the night before. First off, as much as she desired House with every fiber of her being, she had imagined sex with him to be very much different. She had not expected him to be so delicate and sensual in the beginning. Nor did she expect him to have a tongue that did wonders. And further more, she thought his leg wouldn't allow such actions. But boy was she wrong, DEAD WRONG.

It was upsetting though when she woke up, and House was no longer in bed with her. When she did wake up, she was scared that she in fact was dreaming. But his belt was left on the floor, and his scent lingered on her sheets beside her. And parts of him were still sticking to her body, most noticeably her thighs. And those damn possession marks all over her body.

Again, bastard.

"Ouch," she hissed again when she attempted to wash her breaths with body wash. She quickly shook it off and dried off, heading to her room to change for work. A turtleneck was her only option. Thankfully it was Winter, she wouldn't have to make up a bullshit reason to wear the dreadful clothing article. And she wasn't in the mood for Chase's and Foreman's interrogation.

But that wasn't what really was on her mind. What scared her was seeing House. Was she supposed to act like nothing happened? Should she say something, do something, anything? Would she have to wait until he mentioned something? What if he told Chase and Foreman, what if they were making fun of her together? Were they fuck buddies, or where they going to start a relationship? All these questions were giving Cameron a headache, and it was all because of House.

Bastard.

The car ride on elevator ride to the office was the longest Cameron had ever experienced, and for the first time in her life, she was scared to go to work. Not fear of rejection, she was used to House rejecting her left, right and center. But fear of what might happen next. She was scared she might enjoy it too much.

Her heart stopped when she saw House in their meeting room, scribbling something on that black board of theirs. It was shocking to see him at work that early, but then again stranger things have happened. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and walked in, trying to keep her cool.

"Morning" she chirped, trying to sound somewhat normal. Normal, yeah, they were normal.

"Morning," he half heartedly replied, his attention fixated on the board. Cameron figured that they had a new patient and he was prepping the usual routine for when Chase and Foreman arrived. In an attempt to seem normal again, she poured House his coffee and prepared it exactly the way he liked it, and placed it at his seat.

"You are in early," she added after a few moments when the silence had started bothering her. House sighed, realizing that she was trying to make small talk. He turned around and watched her, and oddly he noticed how beat up she looked, at his hands of course. She had a small smile on her face, and she slightly blushed as he looked her on.

"I guess this is the part where we talk about last night," she stated softly, her fingers absentmindedly circling her coffee cup. House sighed and looked rather uninterested.

"There's nothing to talk about," House stated, taking a seat on the chair he had previously occupied. He noticed the coffee that she had set out for him and reached for it, taking a second before taking a sip. Yup, she made it the way he liked it. She was a good girl.

Cameron was shocked at his response, and the same stinging feeling surged through her entire body. "What do you mean, we have nothing to talk about?" she said, her voice slightly breaking at every word.

House gave her that same look again.

"Cameron, I told you that I lusted for you, that's it. And we had sex, great sex. But that's all it was, great sex, and that's all it will be," he bluntly stated in typical House tone. Cameron was slightly taken back by his blunt words, but at least she got a response out of him.

"I will continue to have sex with you, as long as you allow it. Good enough for you?" he added.

His last words made Cameron's heart skip a beat. For a minute she was scared that it was going to be a one night thing that he wanted to forget. But he didn't. he wanted to continue sleeping with her. And that mere thought made her weak in the knees, and she wanted to jump him right then and there. But she wasn't going to, she was too shocked to even move.

"Yes," she merely peeped.

"Good," House concluded, taking another sip of his coffee.

Cameron nodded, and she turned to walk out, trying to get away to save some face.

"So my place or your place tonight?" House asked. Cameron stopped dead in her tracks, and turned on her heel, not believing her ears. She needed to hear it again to make sure she wasn't daydreaming again.

"Excuse me?" she asked, hoping that he would say the same thing she thought she heard.

"My place or your place tonight?' he repeated, an evily sexy smirk on his face. The sight of her was intoxicating and he wanted to have her right then and there on the table. But he was going to keep his composure, he was the leader in all of this.

"Mine," she stated, a shy smile on her own face. House nodded and she turned and walked away. She was just about to grab the door, when House called out to her.

"Cameron." She turned to watch him, an innocent look to her features. House thought she looked cute for a mere second. "I'm sorry you had to put on that turtleneck," he stated, pointing to her shirt with his cane. Cameron cocked her head to the side, a chuckle escaping her.

"Don't be, I am not."

Boy, they were gonna have some night.