"Houuuuuuuuse," Cameron whined, crossing her arms and stomping her right foot, "come on, I'm bored." Allison was bored. The hospital was doing some routine maintenance and the diagnostic team was to take several days vacation. Cameron found herself entertained by the busy workload at Princeton so time off was not always met with relief. But she had House to entertain her and he was always happy to oblige.
"Come sit down," House patted the empty space on the couch next to him.
The brunette plopped down next to her boyfriend. She watched as he fought monsters and defeated enemies. He was playing one of his favorite video games.
House handed Cameron a controller, "Wanna play?"
She toyed with the idea. Allison had limited experience with video games. She played a little PlayStation with her brothers, but nothing violent like what House played on the XBOX. She decided 'what the hell ' and grabbed the controller.
"You're gonna play single player, babe," House sat back and watched as the hopeless Cameron tried to navigate the streets of GTA IV. He found it quite adorable that she stopped at every stop sign. He laughed out loud when Cameron halted her car, nearly missing a pedestrian, "You know you can run people over right?"
Cameron looked shocked, "I'm not gonna kill the poor man!"
House could not contain himself when his girlfriend outright refused to steal a car from someone.
"Why would I do that?"
He snorted, "It's called Grand Theft Auto. You're supposed to steal cars. It's the whole point."
Little innocent Allison rolled her eyes, "I don't wanna. You play." She handed it back to House.
"Mmk," House took it back, "we're playing some COD next, though."
"What's that?"
House voiced aww out loud, "You're cute."
She playfully rolled her eyes, "Is everything I do cute?"
"Yup," House tussled her hair, "deal with it."
House navigated to the settings and switched the difficulty from Hard to Regular. Cameron somehow got offended.
"I'm doing it because you're a woman," he explained. "Small hands, bad with guns."
She rolled her eyes, "I can play Hard." She narrowed her eyes when she said this, causing House's to widen.
"I'm sure you can, sweetie," he patted her head, affectionately. "We'll try Regular first."
Cameron stared in oblivion at the character she was supposed to be controlling.
"How are you already lost?" House poked fun as Cameron was off the path in a game where getting lost was supposed to be difficult.
"Leave me alone," she mock-pouted. "Where are you?"
House laughed and replied, "Head northeast towards the mortar camp."
"The what?"
"Good lord."
House patiently guided Cameron to his location. He set her up so there was no way for her to fail. He watched as she successfully killed enemies on her own. She was getting the hang of things. House's heart fluttered when a very excited Cameron exclaimed that she killed a machine gunner.
The brunette sat back and pretended to blow smoke off of a finger gun, "See, I'm pretty good at this."
"You did manage to find a Death Card, so I'm proud."
Foreman, Cameron, and Cuddy sat around the diagnostic table in House's office. Cuddy was temporarily taking the place of Chase while the search for a replacement continued.
"65-year-old with joint pain," House tapped his foot on the carpeted floor, "interesting."
The current patient they were focusing on complained of joint pain, swelling, and warmness at the affected area. Just as the team agreed on Rheumatoid Arthritis, the swelling worsened to severe and her fever spiked to 105.
"We've ruled out STDs; what else can you guys come up with?"
Cameron studied the charts before answering, "What about lyme disease? Any tick bites?"
"We checked her hair, neck, and knees. No sign of ticks," Foreman responded.
House remembered when they found out a past patient had lyme disease but had overlooked a tick bite in between the man's toes. "Did you check his feet?"
"Why would we do that?" Foreman asked.
"Whoopsies," House turned to Cuddy and Cameron, pretending to whisper, "I shouldn't have mentioned it, he's shy about his foot fetish."
Foreman rolled his eyes, "I really hate you, House."
House ignored his last comment.
"We checked everything, House," Cuddy spoke up. "It's not lyme. Could be a cartilage disorder. Explains the tachycardia and swelling."
"When did our 65-year-old patient who can barely walk get a sports injury?"
Cuddy crossed her arms. "I'm just saying it fits."
The elder diagnostician eyed down the dark-brunette's chest. "Unlike that top."
All Cuddy could warrant was a sigh as she stepped out to check up on the patient.
"Foreman, go with Cuddy and make sure she doesn't screw something up. You know, her being a woman and all." He watched as the two left with frustrated and exasperated looks. It was clear he wanted them out of the room.
Cameron remained, engrossed in the patient's files. She didn't seem to notice the change in occupancy. That was Cameron, one to stay focused on her work.
House picked up a spare file, stopping halfway down the page. His mouth drew low and eyebrows squinted in. He advanced towards the younger doctor. When she stood up, House shoved the file against her chest.
The immunologist took a step backward. She was confused, "I've read it twice."
"Did you? Because it seems you missed some very vital information, Dr. Cameron."
Cameron curled her lip and opened the file. A sly grin appeared on her face and she looked back up to the gruff doctor who shadowed her.
"So you wanna play that game now, do ya?" She glanced back down at the papers between her hands. The words stop working and fuck me were printed across a blank sheet.
House was nearly a foot taller than Cameron, so his stature was overpowering. Despite the difference, Cameron still knew how to make him weak in the knees. She placed a hand on her hip, "You want to do it here? At work?"
"Don't see why not," House stated.
"Foreman and Cuddy could come back any minute."
"Even better."
The brunette tilted her head, "I need to grab something first." Cameron turned and reached down to pick up a stray paper ball that missed the trashcan. "It was bugging me all day."
When she leaned over, House checked out her ass. It was always a pleasure for his eyes, but that day he was in for a surprise; those see-through white pants held no secrets. "You dirty girl."
Cameron pretended to not know what House was insinuating, "What do you mean?"
"You planned this," House's eyes became slits, "you're not wearing any underwear."
Cameron grinned, "I will neither confirm nor deny."
House was perplexed. The whole time, he thought that he was the one lighting the flame. He gave her the note, he brushed up against her chest four times that day, he was the one who'd grabbed her ass in the elevator. But, no. Oh, no. Cameron was five steps ahead of him. The lack of panties that day was no accident. Her 'I-hope-no-one-catches-us! ' act was utter bull. She had been planning to fuck House in his office the entire day.
"Damn you, you little horny minx," House smushed his lips against Cameron's.
He could hear her purrs of excitement when House reached down and rubbed his hand against her pelvis. She pushed her body against his hand with equal force. House loved how fucking horny she was all the time. The woman was an animal.
"Mmmm, House," she was practically throwing herself ontohim. She did not waste a single minute ripping her shirt off and grabbing House's hand, forcing it harder against her core.
"goddamn, woman," House was surprised that she was trying to take it faster than he was, "you gotta slow it down."
"I don't want to slow it down," Cameron began abusing his mouth with her own, pressing her boobs up against his chest.
House could not hide the fact that this was making him extremely erect. Part of him wanted to make her wait and draw it out. But this felt so good and Cameron was not making it easy on him. This battle was hers.
Cameron's need for stimulation made her forget that she was still pressing his hand against herself.
House pulled away. Cameron mumbled something that sounded like a mix between 'whhhy' and 'nooo.'
"I can handle it, Allison," he unbuttoned her pants and dove his hand in, happily finding a wet pussy that he'd temporarily forgotten was panty-less. "Doesn't take much to turn you on, does it?"
"Just your incredibly sexy muscles and sk-" she groaned when House flicked her clit, "skilled h-hands." Her eyes were already rolling to the back of her head.
Cameron began unzipping the older man's jeans, pulling out his throbbing member.
House uttered her name, "Cameron."
She stoked it and teased it, although not for very long because she was needing him inside her.
"Fuck," House shoved her against the table, swiping all the papers to the floor to make room for Cameron's bare body. He was gonna fuck her so good up there.
The diagnostician stood over Cameron. He entered into her with a force that caused her to squeak. Needing to get to a better position, House climbed on top of the table as well.
Cameron's posterior hip bones slammed again the table's surface. House's power was causing her to slip. However she hardly noticed with the intense pleasure House was providing her with.
House pulled her forward. This made him entirely inside her. He wasn't sure Allison could take it. She moaned an 'oh god ' and cried out for House. She could take it, but just barely.
"Hmmph," Allison uttered. House was plowing down.
He knew she was being way too loud. The walls were pretty thin and Cameron was screaming. There was no way they'd be able to pass it off as an injured patient either. The way Cameron moaned, "Oh fuck, Greg. You're so fucking big," was pretty telling of their activities.
Foreman and Cuddy made their way down the hallway after speaking to the patient. They had made decent headway into the case and were anticipating discussing their findings.
"Did they leave?" Foreman tilted his brows when he noticed the closed blinds outside House's office.
Cuddy stepped forward, "I don't think so, they were just-" her eyes went wide, "oh my god!"
Foreman pressed, "What?"
"They're having sex in there!" Cuddy nearly shouted.
The neurologist narrowed his eyes, "No way they'd do that here. The door isn't even locked." He noticed the protruding piece of door handle.
"Oh oh, oh god, oh, ohhhhh!" They heard come from behind the door.
"I'm outta here," Foreman marched off.
"Allison," House was so close that he could barely make out intelligent sentences, "come for me."
She did not need to be told. With a long, sensual cry, Cameron reached her peak. House was close behind, grunting as he released himself into her.
House grimaced as Cameron hopped off the table. Her body was shaking and the backs of her hips were purplish. "Shit, Cameron."
"What?"
"I think I may have pounded you too hard against the table."
Cameron waved it off, "Trust me, House. I would have broken a bone if it meant feeling that good."
House handed her her clothes, "Let's go get you some ice."
The were abruptly greeted by Cuddy, who was taken by surprise.
Cameron's face grew crimson.
"How long were you there?" House asked.
As if she was the one who had been caught in the act, Cuddy stammered, "Uh, not long. Um. I didn't hear anything."
Now that he knew they weren't the ones who needed feel awkward, House winked, "Enjoy the audio porn?"
Cuddy was the second one to grow crimson, "Err."
"There's more where that came from," House said and slapped Cameron firmly on the ass, following with a small squeeze that caused her to jump.
"Oh!"
He winked again and they walked off, terribly pleased with themselves.