A/N: So you guys wanted it, here it is. Another hot date with House! At the fair, no less ;) I'll probably get another chapter up tonight sometime as well. Enjoy!

Chapter 15

The air was warm and heavy, and the tantalizing smells of different foods wafted in the breeze as Angela and House walked through the crowd from the Monster Truck show. House was particularly worked up after the great performance by Gravedigger, that he didn't notice Angela's apprehension.

It started at the beginning of the show, with the distinct feeling that she was being watched, and it progressively mounted. She could have sworn she heard him, Albert O'Reilly, calling her name. But when she'd turn her head in the direction of the voice, he wasn't there.

Then when they were walking past the Merry-Go-Round she felt someone touch her neck, but saw nobody out of the ordinary.

"Do you like Ferris wheels?" House inquired, bringing her out of her thoughts and paranoia.

"Huh?"

"Ferris wheels. Wanna go?"

She nodded, realizing that she'd feel safer with House up in the air. Regardless of her serious fear of heights.

They climbed into their seat and the lap bar came down securely. "I hope you're not afraid of heights," House joked as they began to rise up.

"I am, actually," she said as she kept her eyes forward.

"Then why did you agree to go on this thing?"

"I...thought it would be safe."

"You thought it would be safe, being 100 feet up with me? Wow!" he laughed.

"Why, House? Did you have ulterior motives for getting me up here?"

"I thought you might be more open if there was no way you could escape."

She had to admit, he had her there. As each couple got on the ride, they went higher and higher, until they were almost at the top. The sounds below were hardly audible and it seemed so peaceful. Almost tranquil. There she was. Alone with House, 100 feet up off the ground and she wasn't scared to be there.

House was looking at her, his eyes were dark and intense and as she looked back at him, she noticed a definite smug expression on his face. She looked at the couple below them and they were involved in a passionate lip lock. It made her a little nervous, to be honest.

"What're you thinking about?" he asked, reaching his arm around her shoulders and pulling her a little closer to him.

"It's so quiet up here."

"Mmm," he nodded. "Still scared?"

"You've noticed that I haven't looked down since we got up here," she giggled nervously.

"I have noticed. What kind of a cop is afraid of heights?"

"There are some. I just won't be chasing bad guys on rooftops, or hanging from a helicopter like Tom Cruise. I can live without that excitement."

"Do you have excitement now?"

"Other than being tormented by a psycho? Not too much."

"Hmm, that's not good."

Angela shrugged. "I've had plenty of excitement to last me a lifetime, House."

"Really?" his voice was thick with sarcasm. "Is that why you're not seeing anyone now?"

"I don't need a man to have excitement," she snapped and folded her arms across her chest in defiance.

"Maybe not, but it definitely makes things more interesting. Why are you so afraid of men, anyway?"

"I'm not afraid of men!"

"Riiiight," he chuckled.

"Look, House, we've had this conversation before. We should just stay friends."

"Friends with benefits?" he grinned.

"No! I've never had that kind of friendship with a man and I don't intend to start now."

"Why not? No strings attached sex is good."

"No, it's not good."

"How would you know? You just said you've never done it."

"I...you...you keep twisting my words around!"

House was laughing at her then. A deep, hearty laugh that she hadn't heard before. It made the couple below them stop kissing and look up.

"Relax, Angela. I'm not out to nail ya. I'm just..."

She was intrigued. "You're just what?"

"You're like a puzzle to me. A puzzle that I can't solve but I want to. And incidentally, having no-strings sex or one-night stands doesn't make you a bad person. If anything, it makes you realize what you do want."

"And what do you want?"

House moved a little closer and gently stroked her cheek. "I thought it was obvious." He leaned over and very softly touched his lips to hers. The stubble tickled her lips but she didn't mind so much. His hand reached for hers and their fingers interlaced as his tongue slid over her bottom lip to grant access to her mouth.

Angela let out a deep sigh as she opened her mouth under his and allowed his tongue to sweep against hers. He tasted like beer and pretzels and something else that she couldn't quite identify. It was slightly bitter, but not unpleasant.

She wasn't sure where his other hand was until it slid up her back and held the back of her head. He growled when he felt her tongue dueling with his and he broke the kiss to devour her neck. His teeth playfully nipped her skin but he soothed the spot with his tongue immediately, making her moan softly.

Angela glanced down to the grassy area below, and suddenly wished she hadn't. Albert O'Reilly was there, looking up at her. A smug expression crossed his face and she paled. House was completely oblivious, still kissing her throat with no intention of stopping. However, she quickly shoved him off of her and covered her eyes with her hands.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Oh God," she whispered.

"What is it?"

"He's down there. Looking at us."

House glanced down but didn't see anyone who looked remotely suspicious. "I don't see anyone."

"He has a red shirt on," she whispered, still covering her eyes.

"Angela, there's nobody down there. Take a look."

"I can't..."

"Yes you can." His voice was quiet and reassuring, not the snarky tone it usually carried when he spoke to her.

Their bucket came down and the bar came up to let them out of their seats. Angela ran ahead of House to the rest rooms before he had a chance to stop her. After running into the nearest stall, she lost her dinner and dropped to her knees.

"Am I that bad of a kisser?" she heard House's voice in the stall next to hers and it was a mixture of amusement and something she couldn't figure it out. Was he mad because she bolted?

"It's not...that," she panted. "I saw him. I know I did. He's here."

"We'll call security, get an escort to the car, and get the hell out of here."

She flushed and made her way to the sink to rinse out her mouth. "Come on," he said as he guided her outside. They found a security guard and got an escort to his car. Angela constantly looked over her shoulder the entire way, and when they were on the drive back to her dad's, she kept looking behind them.

He pulled up in her dad's driveway and turned off the engine. "Come on, let's go inside. You look like you could use a drink."

She got out of the car, unlocked the front door and ushered him quickly inside before locking the door again and throwing the dead bolt.

"I'm just going to change. Help yourself to the Scotch. You know where it is."

"You want one?"

"Please! And make it a double!" she called out as she ran up the stairs to change.

House found the Scotch and poured them each a double shot and then went to the lounge area to wait.

Angela stood in front of her full length mirror wearing a silky blue camisole and matching pants.

What am I doing? she asked herself. House is downstairs, and he'll be expecting...more of what happened on the Ferris wheel.

So what if he is?

I'm not looking to hook up.

Nobody says you have to. Just be firm and tell him you just want to be friends. He'll understand. And if he doesn't, tell him to get the hell out.

But...he's such a good kisser!

There was a brisk knock on the door and then it swung open to reveal House standing there holding two glasses of scotch in one hand and leaning on his cane with the other.

"You came up the stairs?" she asked in awe, noting his heavy breathing.

"I got tired of waiting by myself." He brushed past her and sat on the end of her bed. Then he looked around.

"Nice room."

"Thanks."

"Big bed for a little girl, though," he teased.

"I'm not little!"

"Right."

"You shouldn't have come up here. I was just about to come down."

"Well you took too long. Here," he said as he shoved the drink at her. "Drink up."

"Thanks."

Angela clinked her glass against his and took a long sip, letting the smooth liquid burn a path down her throat.

"So, Wilson says you found a place."

"Yeah. It's a studio, very big and open. I loved it as soon as I saw it."

"How many bedrooms?"

"Just one. The kitchen is amazing."

"When do you move in?"

"It's ready now so my friend Jenn is at my place packing my stuff. I'm going to fly back on Monday and get everything else in order."

House nodded. "How long will you be gone?"

"A week. I'm going to drive my car across the country. I haven't done that in so long. I missed it."

"You're going to drive all that way by yourself?"

"It's okay. I carry a gun," she grinned.

"That's not the issue."

"House, are you implying that a woman is incapable of driving all that way?"

"No. I'm stating it as a mere fact."

She glared at him, not sure if he was kidding, or trying to push her buttons. "It won't be the first time I've driven clear across the country. I've driven across Canada a few times."

House sniffed at that. "That's Canada. It's not the same."

"Sure it is. I have just as much chance of something going wrong there as much as here. Don't be such a prick about it. I'm a big girl."

"I'm sure your dad isn't keen on the idea."

"He's fine with it. He knows I can take care of myself."

"That was before you had a stalker following you."

"Look, I'm doing it and you're not going to talk me out of it. Besides, we have more important things to discuss."

"What important things?"

"Like...what happened on the Ferris wheel."

"Nothing happened on the Ferris wheel."

"But something could have happened. House...if you have any shred of decency left in you, please don't kiss me again."

House looked like he was very amused. "Fine. I promise not to kiss you again. Unless you ask me to."

A/N: Yeah I know, I'm a tease :) But I will post another chapter tonight. I admit, this is a little new to me, as far as the sex goes. Normally, I'd have the main characters naked by chapter 3 at the latest haha. But since this was written for NaNoWriMo, it was all about the word count, so...I had to actually build a relationship! *gasp* Imagine that! haha. I kinda like it so expect to see more of that kind of thing in the near future. It's all about the sexual tension baybee! Thanks for reading!