The Doctor's Waitress 2
Title: The Doctor’s Waitress
Rating: R for sex
Spoilers: A bit of ‘Insensitive’
Disclaimer: House is not mine
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“Oh god…oh god…Cameron….oh Cameron, I’m gonna cum.” House was gasping for air as his thrusts became the source of the moans and ’oh yes’s’ coming from the gorgeous woman below him. Her muscles were clenching around his shaft as her tongue did wonders around his nipple and her fingers moving through his hair to behind his ear, panting and encouraging.
“House don’t stop…mmm…good.” Her tone of satisfaction conceived a ripple of pleasure in his stomach and one more squeeze from her core would cause him to explode, cutting this moment short.
“Fuck Cameron….oh…” panting, groaning, “do you want it…ah, fuck yes.” Cameron nodded while biting her lip, eyes shut, arching her back, begging him to let go.
Almost there; he was right there and felt her release approaching. His gaze couldn’t tear away from her face and he grinned at the thought of being the cause of the look, that he was doing this to her. Wilson could never make her feel this good. She looked so beautiful beneath him and wanted to keep her there. Head tilting back and….
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“FUCK!!!” Another dream about her and he was going to go crazy!! Looking down, boxers around his ankles, hand grasping his length, he reached over to take two vicodin, then went into the shower, like every morning, to continue the unfinished dream.
After finding out about Wilson and Cameron, House couldn’t stop thinking about it and their relationship occupied his thoughts far more than it should. Wilson hadn’t given too much detail except that Cameron was upset about some news that she got from home and he happened to be around at the time. Curious, House tried manipulating him to find out what news, unsuccessfully. Wilson knew him too well.
At work, there were no cases which meant that House had to do more clinic duty which, sadly, he wasn’t bothered by because then his mind would be distracted from other things. More specifically those sex dreams about Cameron. He couldn’t look at her without feeling his pants grow tighter.
Around lunch time, House spotted Wilson sitting on a bench beside the elevator, realizing that he needed money, he limped over.
“I need five bucks.”
“You’re kidding right?” Looking up at House it was clear that he was dead serious. He shouldn’t have been surprised by this, “No way.” House took a seat next to him. This was going to be fun.
“So, why are you sitting here? Waiting for someone?”
“Am I not allowed to just sit and relax?”
“By an elevator…no,” pause, “It’s funny. When two people start dating, their hormones shift and their like horny teenagers; they can’t keep their hands to themselves.” Wilson swallowed hard, but focused on keeping his cool, which clearly wasn’t working. Amused, House continued,
“You happen to be dating someone who works in the same building and it’s lunch time, lunch time means a break. Put it together: You’re ‘sitting,’ by an elevator, in the hall where Cameron happens to be with a patient, before your lunch break. I-” Wilson slammed a five dollar bill against House’s chest, “And you’re edgy. Jeez, she must be good.” After receiving a glare, House stood up and went to the cafeteria to get a Reuben.
When he got back, Cameron walked into the conference room looking flushed, her hair and clothes rumpled. House’s stomach back flipped, squeezing his tennis ball, as he watched her walk around with a huge grin. This wasn’t right and each time he saw the two of them together, it took much of his strength and effort to not tackle Wilson and slam Cameron against a wall to take all of her.
It had been a little over a week since House had found out some of Cameron’s secrets. Nothing about it made sense. She was upset and found comfort in Wilson? Please. He thought she was smarter than that. Falling for the innocent and caring doctor who happens to have a reputation of infidelity.
In a way it did make sense, House would never have listened. Probably would have told her she needed something to make her stronger, besides he was too busy at the time interfering with Cuddy’s social life.
After work, he found himself sitting in his car outside the cafe, watching Cameron, still puzzled by recent events. Stepping out, he walked in and sat at a table, waving Cameron over to him.
“Is there a case?”
“Nope.”
“Ookay…coffee?” House was messing with his scarf, placing his cane on the table, distracting himself from his thoughts. He had no idea why he was here.
“House?” He looked up, “Coffee?”
“Sure.” Nodding, she left and came back with a pitcher and filled his cup.
“Are you alright,” she asked.
“Fine. When are you off?”
“I have an hour left in my shift.”
“You and Wilson have plans tonight?” Lifting an eyebrow, she smirked, “He didn’t tell you?” She appeared to be enjoying this, but instead of expressing his annoyance at her behavior, he smirked back.
“Is that why you’re dating him? Trying to make me jealous?”
“Please. If you haven’t already noticed, I’m over you.” Turning to check on another table, House tapped his finger on the rim of his cup. The situation made him furious, confused, and sexually frustrated, feeling betrayed by both of them. Cameron fucking his best friend. He wanted to scream, punch out a wall, anything to cause the jealousy to subside. He tugged at his collar. They needed to turn down the heat.
House still sat there after already paying, his coffee getting cold as he waited for Cameron to leave. When he saw her pulling on her coat, he limped out and waited by his car.
“Cameron.”
“House. What are you still-” Tangling his hands in her hair, he pressed his lips to hers in a wet, possessive kiss, holding on as she tried pushing away. Biting down hard on her lip, she opened her mouth slightly in shock which allowed him the opportunity to shove his tongue into her mouth. Struggling, she slapped him across the face and ran as he watched her get into the car and drive away. He didn’t know what was going on and he hated that, but he couldn’t let it go. Embarrassed by his actions, he went back home to ‘cool off’ with a glass of scotch.
House didn’t get any sleep that night, eyes red, and a slight headache. Pressing the button to the elevator, he heard Wilson call for him. ‘Shit,’ he thought.
“You want to get some lunch later,” Wilson scanned his form and added, “You look like crap by the way.” House turned his head, questionably, since Wilson didn’t seem upset. Maybe Cameron hadn’t said anything, yet.
“So no lunch with Cameron today,” he asked nonchalantly.
“No. Clinic duty. She didn’t want me to wait for her. So lunch, yes?”
“Yup.” The elevator doors opened, “You’re paying.”
“Of course.”
Cameron walked into his office and took a seat in front of his desk. House was spinning around in his chair, tossing a ball up in the air, hoping that she’d leave him alone, really not wanting to talk about what happened.
“Well?” Catching the ball he turned to face her, but focused on the side wall.
“You didn’t tell Wilson,” it was more statement than question.
“No. I want to know what that was all about.”
“Oh you know me. I can’t let someone else have all the fun. I wanna play too,” he said sarcastically.
“House, I’m serious.”
“So am I.” Finally giving her his attention, she had a concerned expression on her face. Before the conversation could continue, Chase and Foreman walked in with a case from Cuddy. Quickly swiping the file from Foreman, he limped into the conference room, reading on the way and started writing a few symptoms on the board. Cameron stood next to him, whispering, “I’ll pretend like it didn’t happen.”
“Would that make it easier for you, since you’re not over me and all,” he quipped.
“I am and Wilson’s your friend. Don’t ever do that again.” Foreman and Chase were trying to listen to their silent conversation but didn’t get a word. They eyed Cameron curiously as she went to take a seat at the head of the table, while House started the differential.
Everyone had gone home already except for Cameron. She was monitoring their patient for a couple hours. Wilson offered to stay with her, but Cameron insisted that he not stick around. House fell asleep on the chair in his office.
‘You’re really good at that,’ House said, watching Cameron’s head bob up and down. Licking along the underside, he gasped when her teeth lightly scraped his shaft. Her hair felt so smooth through his fingers and tickled as they draped over his thighs. ‘Mm….that‘s, fuck…keep going.’ Pulling away, stroking his cock and cupping his balls, she went back and took in all of him and…’
House woke up with another hard on. He couldn’t believe this. Why is it that when Cameron finally moves on, he starts giving in?
As horrible as it was, Wilson was the furthest thing from his mind. He could lie to himself and say that he’s doing Wilson a favor, just like the one he did for his friend, Crandall. Except this was different. He wanted Cameron for himself, always had. Reaching for his cane, he went to find Cameron who he was sure would be in the patients room.
When he limped down the hall, he saw her opening the door to the bathroom. Exhaling, House went in and found her standing in front of the mirror. Just seeing her made him feel resentful. Unable to control his actions, his lust, he took hold of Cameron and whipped her around to face him.
“House.”
“Shut up.” Taking hold of her wrists, he locked his grasp around them behind her back. Seizing the back of her head, he smashed his mouth to hers, tugging at her lower lip, breathing heavily as he held her tightly against him, grinding quick and fiercely. If she wasn’t ready to give in, then he was at least going to get off.
Moving down to her neck, he gave sloppy open mouth kisses, using his dreams as motivation for his climax. Ignoring her pleas to let go, he tightened his grip, impatience, anger and desire consuming him, flogging his brain of reality.
“You’re gonna feel it,” he growled in her ear.
Continuing his assault on her neck, his hand squeezed her right breast then fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. When they didn’t open fast enough, he yanked on it, ripping it open, the sounds of buttons echoing across the floor, burning her neck as the collar scraped across it from his force.
“House, stop.”
Seeing her exposed shoulder, he moved down, biting, branding, hoping that Wilson would see it and realize that she belonged to someone else. Reality kicked in when he felt the pain in his leg, the sound of silent cries, and then stopped.
Looking down at Cameron, he saw her cheeks wet from tears, shaking in his arms and then her eyes that were clouded with panic. ‘What the hell am I doing,’ he thought to himself. There was no getting out of this, too much damage had been done.
Stepping away, he took in the form in front of him. Her hair was tangled, shirt open with one exposed shoulder and a mark from his teeth. She lifted her arms to cover herself and watched him as he scanned his actions with disbelief. Backing away he whispered, “I’m sorry. Fuck I’m sorry.” He limped as fast as he could to the door.
“House.” But he didn’t stop and opened the door to get as far away as possible. He closed his eyes and cursed under his breath when he heard the sound of her heels hitting the floor.
“House. Please wait.” Slowing down his pace, he turned around, but kept his eyes focused on the floor.
“Cameron, I’m so sorry. I-”
“Stop. What has gotten into you?” He didn’t answer, “House talk to me.”
“I can’t!” he shouted.
“Why not?!” Her hands were on her waist as she stared at him, trying to make sense of his actions.
“I can’t talk to you. I can’t even look at you with out getting angry.” There was a long pause before she spoke up.
“Look at me.” Hesitating he allowed his eyes to center on hers and thoughts from a few minutes ago came back to him and he felt sick to his stomach.
“Talk to me, House.”
“You. Wilson. I don’t like it.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he rocked his head from side to side and answered, “Because he’s had three wives already. Probably seeking number four and, come on, who really wants to be named Mrs. Wilson,” he tried acting his old sarcastic self, but really he felt awful and uncomfortable, unsure of what to do.
“Could you be serious for one minute? You practically attacked me,” she stopped when she saw House cringe at her choice of words, turning his head to the side then back at her, and she continued, “And I’m still here. I should be calling the cops or even Wilson, but I’m not. I know you,” pause, “Is it really about Wilson and I?” His only reply was a nod.
“I don’t understand why it bothers you so much, why it makes you do…I don’t get it.” House didn’t like standing in the hallway.
“Can we go someplace else?” Her lips tightened and she started walking back to the office, House following behind.
Back at Cameron’s apartment, they sat on the couch, neither saying a word. House looked around, noticing the books on her shelf and especially the picture frames on the side table. He smiled when he saw a picture of a laughing Cameron sitting on a swing with a piece of cake being smashed into her face.
“What are you smiling about?” Using his cane, he pointed at the picture.
“That was dad’s birthday party. My mom decided that I needed to fatten up.”
“You do. There’s hardly anything to you.” She smiled and he felt a little relieved.
“She’s in the hospital right now. I told her I’d come out there soon, but I don’t know when I can.”
“You could have told me. I would have given you time off.”
“Yeah but, I have two jobs now.”
“About that.”
“Medical bills for my mom. Rent for my brother,” House gave her a puzzled look, “Lost his job a few months ago.”
“You are WAY too nice.”
“I’m helping out my family and I’m not that nice. Only to the people I care about.”
“Is that why you haven’t taken my cane and beaten my crippled ass?” There was no answer and House went back to exploring the room.
“Are you going to talk to me about that?”
“What do you want me to say Cameron? You want me to tell you I’m sorry again? Want me to say it was an accident? Want me to tell you that I like you, that you shouldn’t be with Wilson?”
“I want you to tell me the truth,” pause, “Do you want to be with me House?” When he didn’t answer, Cameron scooted closer to him which made him stand quickly.
“I need to leave.”
“House.” Standing in front of him, she cupped his face in her hands, rising on her toes, barely touching her lips against his before pulling back. Staring down at her, he threw his cane on the couch and placed his hands on her waist, taking one step closer, then leaning back down for another kiss.
It was gentle at first. House was trying to make up for tonight and the time in front of the café. Cameron seemed fine with it until her hold around his neck tightened as she grazed her tongue along the bottom of his lip, initiating a deeper, more frantic kiss. House was the first to pull away and she took his hand leading him to her bedroom.
This was nothing he ever expected. Never did he think that he would be with Cameron, her naked body beneath him, feeling her fingers running along his arms and across his chest. In his fantasy’s, things were rough, messy, and dirty, but not now; he wanted to savor the moment because the reality of this was too good to have end so quickly.
Their pace increased as the craving for one another elevated and while his leg hurt like hell, he kept driving himself into her, wanting her to get as much satisfaction out of this as he was.
“House.” Eyebrows together, eyes closed, he thought that she was perfect and stamped the image in his mind, in case he would never get to see it again. Arching her back, he felt her tighten around him; she was close and he was right there with her.
“House.”
“Greg.”
“Greg,” she repeated.
“Ungh, I got you.” A few more thrusts and they both moaned with pleasure as they reached their climax. House rolled off onto his back and cradled Cameron in his arms, her head resting on his chest.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me,” she asked.
“I couldn’t do it.”
“And now?”
“I think it’s obvious that I like you,” he heard her laugh but there was one thought that he couldn’t get rid of and asked, “So. Wilson?”
“I think it’ll be ok.”
“You’re not going to be with both of us.” She lifted her head to his, “We weren’t serious. He thought that I still had some feelings for you-”
“Which you do,” he pointed out.
“Yes, and that you want me.”
“True…I’m still confused.”
“It was nothing serious, but I probably shouldn’t bring up the fact that we slept together. And we should probably wait a while before we let anyone else know.”
“Agreed.” Kissing the top of her head, she rolled onto her side, pulling his arm with to wrap around her body, then both fell asleep.
Rating: R for sex
Spoilers: A bit of ‘Insensitive’
Disclaimer: House is not mine
http://community.livejournal.com/house_cameron/1933532.html#cutid1
“Oh god…oh god…Cameron….oh Cameron, I’m gonna cum.” House was gasping for air as his thrusts became the source of the moans and ’oh yes’s’ coming from the gorgeous woman below him. Her muscles were clenching around his shaft as her tongue did wonders around his nipple and her fingers moving through his hair to behind his ear, panting and encouraging.
“House don’t stop…mmm…good.” Her tone of satisfaction conceived a ripple of pleasure in his stomach and one more squeeze from her core would cause him to explode, cutting this moment short.
“Fuck Cameron….oh…” panting, groaning, “do you want it…ah, fuck yes.” Cameron nodded while biting her lip, eyes shut, arching her back, begging him to let go.
Almost there; he was right there and felt her release approaching. His gaze couldn’t tear away from her face and he grinned at the thought of being the cause of the look, that he was doing this to her. Wilson could never make her feel this good. She looked so beautiful beneath him and wanted to keep her there. Head tilting back and….
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“FUCK!!!” Another dream about her and he was going to go crazy!! Looking down, boxers around his ankles, hand grasping his length, he reached over to take two vicodin, then went into the shower, like every morning, to continue the unfinished dream.
After finding out about Wilson and Cameron, House couldn’t stop thinking about it and their relationship occupied his thoughts far more than it should. Wilson hadn’t given too much detail except that Cameron was upset about some news that she got from home and he happened to be around at the time. Curious, House tried manipulating him to find out what news, unsuccessfully. Wilson knew him too well.
At work, there were no cases which meant that House had to do more clinic duty which, sadly, he wasn’t bothered by because then his mind would be distracted from other things. More specifically those sex dreams about Cameron. He couldn’t look at her without feeling his pants grow tighter.
Around lunch time, House spotted Wilson sitting on a bench beside the elevator, realizing that he needed money, he limped over.
“I need five bucks.”
“You’re kidding right?” Looking up at House it was clear that he was dead serious. He shouldn’t have been surprised by this, “No way.” House took a seat next to him. This was going to be fun.
“So, why are you sitting here? Waiting for someone?”
“Am I not allowed to just sit and relax?”
“By an elevator…no,” pause, “It’s funny. When two people start dating, their hormones shift and their like horny teenagers; they can’t keep their hands to themselves.” Wilson swallowed hard, but focused on keeping his cool, which clearly wasn’t working. Amused, House continued,
“You happen to be dating someone who works in the same building and it’s lunch time, lunch time means a break. Put it together: You’re ‘sitting,’ by an elevator, in the hall where Cameron happens to be with a patient, before your lunch break. I-” Wilson slammed a five dollar bill against House’s chest, “And you’re edgy. Jeez, she must be good.” After receiving a glare, House stood up and went to the cafeteria to get a Reuben.
When he got back, Cameron walked into the conference room looking flushed, her hair and clothes rumpled. House’s stomach back flipped, squeezing his tennis ball, as he watched her walk around with a huge grin. This wasn’t right and each time he saw the two of them together, it took much of his strength and effort to not tackle Wilson and slam Cameron against a wall to take all of her.
It had been a little over a week since House had found out some of Cameron’s secrets. Nothing about it made sense. She was upset and found comfort in Wilson? Please. He thought she was smarter than that. Falling for the innocent and caring doctor who happens to have a reputation of infidelity.
In a way it did make sense, House would never have listened. Probably would have told her she needed something to make her stronger, besides he was too busy at the time interfering with Cuddy’s social life.
After work, he found himself sitting in his car outside the cafe, watching Cameron, still puzzled by recent events. Stepping out, he walked in and sat at a table, waving Cameron over to him.
“Is there a case?”
“Nope.”
“Ookay…coffee?” House was messing with his scarf, placing his cane on the table, distracting himself from his thoughts. He had no idea why he was here.
“House?” He looked up, “Coffee?”
“Sure.” Nodding, she left and came back with a pitcher and filled his cup.
“Are you alright,” she asked.
“Fine. When are you off?”
“I have an hour left in my shift.”
“You and Wilson have plans tonight?” Lifting an eyebrow, she smirked, “He didn’t tell you?” She appeared to be enjoying this, but instead of expressing his annoyance at her behavior, he smirked back.
“Is that why you’re dating him? Trying to make me jealous?”
“Please. If you haven’t already noticed, I’m over you.” Turning to check on another table, House tapped his finger on the rim of his cup. The situation made him furious, confused, and sexually frustrated, feeling betrayed by both of them. Cameron fucking his best friend. He wanted to scream, punch out a wall, anything to cause the jealousy to subside. He tugged at his collar. They needed to turn down the heat.
House still sat there after already paying, his coffee getting cold as he waited for Cameron to leave. When he saw her pulling on her coat, he limped out and waited by his car.
“Cameron.”
“House. What are you still-” Tangling his hands in her hair, he pressed his lips to hers in a wet, possessive kiss, holding on as she tried pushing away. Biting down hard on her lip, she opened her mouth slightly in shock which allowed him the opportunity to shove his tongue into her mouth. Struggling, she slapped him across the face and ran as he watched her get into the car and drive away. He didn’t know what was going on and he hated that, but he couldn’t let it go. Embarrassed by his actions, he went back home to ‘cool off’ with a glass of scotch.
House didn’t get any sleep that night, eyes red, and a slight headache. Pressing the button to the elevator, he heard Wilson call for him. ‘Shit,’ he thought.
“You want to get some lunch later,” Wilson scanned his form and added, “You look like crap by the way.” House turned his head, questionably, since Wilson didn’t seem upset. Maybe Cameron hadn’t said anything, yet.
“So no lunch with Cameron today,” he asked nonchalantly.
“No. Clinic duty. She didn’t want me to wait for her. So lunch, yes?”
“Yup.” The elevator doors opened, “You’re paying.”
“Of course.”
Cameron walked into his office and took a seat in front of his desk. House was spinning around in his chair, tossing a ball up in the air, hoping that she’d leave him alone, really not wanting to talk about what happened.
“Well?” Catching the ball he turned to face her, but focused on the side wall.
“You didn’t tell Wilson,” it was more statement than question.
“No. I want to know what that was all about.”
“Oh you know me. I can’t let someone else have all the fun. I wanna play too,” he said sarcastically.
“House, I’m serious.”
“So am I.” Finally giving her his attention, she had a concerned expression on her face. Before the conversation could continue, Chase and Foreman walked in with a case from Cuddy. Quickly swiping the file from Foreman, he limped into the conference room, reading on the way and started writing a few symptoms on the board. Cameron stood next to him, whispering, “I’ll pretend like it didn’t happen.”
“Would that make it easier for you, since you’re not over me and all,” he quipped.
“I am and Wilson’s your friend. Don’t ever do that again.” Foreman and Chase were trying to listen to their silent conversation but didn’t get a word. They eyed Cameron curiously as she went to take a seat at the head of the table, while House started the differential.
Everyone had gone home already except for Cameron. She was monitoring their patient for a couple hours. Wilson offered to stay with her, but Cameron insisted that he not stick around. House fell asleep on the chair in his office.
‘You’re really good at that,’ House said, watching Cameron’s head bob up and down. Licking along the underside, he gasped when her teeth lightly scraped his shaft. Her hair felt so smooth through his fingers and tickled as they draped over his thighs. ‘Mm….that‘s, fuck…keep going.’ Pulling away, stroking his cock and cupping his balls, she went back and took in all of him and…’
House woke up with another hard on. He couldn’t believe this. Why is it that when Cameron finally moves on, he starts giving in?
As horrible as it was, Wilson was the furthest thing from his mind. He could lie to himself and say that he’s doing Wilson a favor, just like the one he did for his friend, Crandall. Except this was different. He wanted Cameron for himself, always had. Reaching for his cane, he went to find Cameron who he was sure would be in the patients room.
When he limped down the hall, he saw her opening the door to the bathroom. Exhaling, House went in and found her standing in front of the mirror. Just seeing her made him feel resentful. Unable to control his actions, his lust, he took hold of Cameron and whipped her around to face him.
“House.”
“Shut up.” Taking hold of her wrists, he locked his grasp around them behind her back. Seizing the back of her head, he smashed his mouth to hers, tugging at her lower lip, breathing heavily as he held her tightly against him, grinding quick and fiercely. If she wasn’t ready to give in, then he was at least going to get off.
Moving down to her neck, he gave sloppy open mouth kisses, using his dreams as motivation for his climax. Ignoring her pleas to let go, he tightened his grip, impatience, anger and desire consuming him, flogging his brain of reality.
“You’re gonna feel it,” he growled in her ear.
Continuing his assault on her neck, his hand squeezed her right breast then fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. When they didn’t open fast enough, he yanked on it, ripping it open, the sounds of buttons echoing across the floor, burning her neck as the collar scraped across it from his force.
“House, stop.”
Seeing her exposed shoulder, he moved down, biting, branding, hoping that Wilson would see it and realize that she belonged to someone else. Reality kicked in when he felt the pain in his leg, the sound of silent cries, and then stopped.
Looking down at Cameron, he saw her cheeks wet from tears, shaking in his arms and then her eyes that were clouded with panic. ‘What the hell am I doing,’ he thought to himself. There was no getting out of this, too much damage had been done.
Stepping away, he took in the form in front of him. Her hair was tangled, shirt open with one exposed shoulder and a mark from his teeth. She lifted her arms to cover herself and watched him as he scanned his actions with disbelief. Backing away he whispered, “I’m sorry. Fuck I’m sorry.” He limped as fast as he could to the door.
“House.” But he didn’t stop and opened the door to get as far away as possible. He closed his eyes and cursed under his breath when he heard the sound of her heels hitting the floor.
“House. Please wait.” Slowing down his pace, he turned around, but kept his eyes focused on the floor.
“Cameron, I’m so sorry. I-”
“Stop. What has gotten into you?” He didn’t answer, “House talk to me.”
“I can’t!” he shouted.
“Why not?!” Her hands were on her waist as she stared at him, trying to make sense of his actions.
“I can’t talk to you. I can’t even look at you with out getting angry.” There was a long pause before she spoke up.
“Look at me.” Hesitating he allowed his eyes to center on hers and thoughts from a few minutes ago came back to him and he felt sick to his stomach.
“Talk to me, House.”
“You. Wilson. I don’t like it.”
“Why?”
“Because,” he rocked his head from side to side and answered, “Because he’s had three wives already. Probably seeking number four and, come on, who really wants to be named Mrs. Wilson,” he tried acting his old sarcastic self, but really he felt awful and uncomfortable, unsure of what to do.
“Could you be serious for one minute? You practically attacked me,” she stopped when she saw House cringe at her choice of words, turning his head to the side then back at her, and she continued, “And I’m still here. I should be calling the cops or even Wilson, but I’m not. I know you,” pause, “Is it really about Wilson and I?” His only reply was a nod.
“I don’t understand why it bothers you so much, why it makes you do…I don’t get it.” House didn’t like standing in the hallway.
“Can we go someplace else?” Her lips tightened and she started walking back to the office, House following behind.
Back at Cameron’s apartment, they sat on the couch, neither saying a word. House looked around, noticing the books on her shelf and especially the picture frames on the side table. He smiled when he saw a picture of a laughing Cameron sitting on a swing with a piece of cake being smashed into her face.
“What are you smiling about?” Using his cane, he pointed at the picture.
“That was dad’s birthday party. My mom decided that I needed to fatten up.”
“You do. There’s hardly anything to you.” She smiled and he felt a little relieved.
“She’s in the hospital right now. I told her I’d come out there soon, but I don’t know when I can.”
“You could have told me. I would have given you time off.”
“Yeah but, I have two jobs now.”
“About that.”
“Medical bills for my mom. Rent for my brother,” House gave her a puzzled look, “Lost his job a few months ago.”
“You are WAY too nice.”
“I’m helping out my family and I’m not that nice. Only to the people I care about.”
“Is that why you haven’t taken my cane and beaten my crippled ass?” There was no answer and House went back to exploring the room.
“Are you going to talk to me about that?”
“What do you want me to say Cameron? You want me to tell you I’m sorry again? Want me to say it was an accident? Want me to tell you that I like you, that you shouldn’t be with Wilson?”
“I want you to tell me the truth,” pause, “Do you want to be with me House?” When he didn’t answer, Cameron scooted closer to him which made him stand quickly.
“I need to leave.”
“House.” Standing in front of him, she cupped his face in her hands, rising on her toes, barely touching her lips against his before pulling back. Staring down at her, he threw his cane on the couch and placed his hands on her waist, taking one step closer, then leaning back down for another kiss.
It was gentle at first. House was trying to make up for tonight and the time in front of the café. Cameron seemed fine with it until her hold around his neck tightened as she grazed her tongue along the bottom of his lip, initiating a deeper, more frantic kiss. House was the first to pull away and she took his hand leading him to her bedroom.
This was nothing he ever expected. Never did he think that he would be with Cameron, her naked body beneath him, feeling her fingers running along his arms and across his chest. In his fantasy’s, things were rough, messy, and dirty, but not now; he wanted to savor the moment because the reality of this was too good to have end so quickly.
Their pace increased as the craving for one another elevated and while his leg hurt like hell, he kept driving himself into her, wanting her to get as much satisfaction out of this as he was.
“House.” Eyebrows together, eyes closed, he thought that she was perfect and stamped the image in his mind, in case he would never get to see it again. Arching her back, he felt her tighten around him; she was close and he was right there with her.
“House.”
“Greg.”
“Greg,” she repeated.
“Ungh, I got you.” A few more thrusts and they both moaned with pleasure as they reached their climax. House rolled off onto his back and cradled Cameron in his arms, her head resting on his chest.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me,” she asked.
“I couldn’t do it.”
“And now?”
“I think it’s obvious that I like you,” he heard her laugh but there was one thought that he couldn’t get rid of and asked, “So. Wilson?”
“I think it’ll be ok.”
“You’re not going to be with both of us.” She lifted her head to his, “We weren’t serious. He thought that I still had some feelings for you-”
“Which you do,” he pointed out.
“Yes, and that you want me.”
“True…I’m still confused.”
“It was nothing serious, but I probably shouldn’t bring up the fact that we slept together. And we should probably wait a while before we let anyone else know.”
“Agreed.” Kissing the top of her head, she rolled onto her side, pulling his arm with to wrap around her body, then both fell asleep.