"Doctor Wi- James!" Doctor Cameron called out.
The man in question turned around and his eyes lit up as he watched the object of his latest wet dream draw closer. House had, once again, managed to explain everything to him. House had totaled his bike, stole his car, forcing Wilson to walk home and had changed into exercise clothes to do it. Following that, he and house had drunk the night away and watched The Notebook.
"Um, hi," Wilson said a little awkwardly.
"Can we," She paused for a moment, "go somewhere to talk?"
Wilson nodded and he followed her out, down through the ER and into an on call room. The room was dark, but Cameron didn't turn the light. He cocked his head ever so slightly to the side and
"Cameron?" he asked.
But she smiled playfully and took a step forward, shifting her weight to the left, then to the right, and slowly intertwined her arms around his waist. In surprise he pulled back ever so slightly, but, bringing her hand to his cheek she pulled his face towards hers. Without taking her eyes off of Wilson, Cameron brushed her lips gently against his.
Unsure of whether or not Wilson was going to even kiss back, she pulled backwards. Wilson looked at her in wonder.
"Last night actually happened?" He asked, completely confused.
"If they hadn't this would be a little awkward, wouldn't it?" she replied and was met with his lips this time. They kissed softly at first; Cameron let her fingers intertwine with their hair. Wilson let his tongue explore her mouth.
They eased onto the bed as their kiss deepened. She took a deep breath, the irresistible sent of Wilson's skin filling her. Cameron's chest rose and fell against his only a few more times before their kissing became fiercer. Wilson's tie, Cameron's shirt, and two stethoscopes landed softly on the cheaply carpeted floor.
She kissed further away from his mouth, down his neck and to his chest where she stopped kissing and pressed her forehead gently onto his skin and smiled. She unbuttoned and unzipped him and slid his pants down as low as they could conveniently go. Then it was back to their furious kissing as Cameron crept back up to explore his mouth, but only for a moment. Wilson then brushed his tongue across her breasts and, when he was ready, slid into her.
The two moved in unison, their hips and the heat building.
"Wiiilllsss-" Cameron moaned.
When they had finished, the two lay on the bed for a few minutes lingering in the glow of each other. As the beeps of the heart monitors slowly became louder once again, Wilson rolled over and gave her a gentile kiss before gathering up his clothes and saying:
"You'll have to excuse me; I have to go kill House now."
"WHAT?" Cameron said.
Wilson shot her a mischievous look through the semidarkness as he buttoned up his shirt.