Delicate

His eyes were open but he couldn't really see anything around him. He could day dream that well. With his earphones on and the world drowned out, House could think about anything.

Cameron stood in front of him, just looking at him. Not wearing a smile, but not wearing a frown. Just that concerned look she wore, it seemed lately, more times than not. If he wanted, he could make her peel her lab coat off and crawl into his lap. He could make her squirm around and kiss him like she never thought she could kiss someone before.

Why the hell not? House grinned, his eyes closed, his head leaning back as he sat in his big chair in the corner of his office.

Cameron smiled coyly, peeling off her lab coat. House tipped his head down and smiled up at her; a naughty smile he hadn't used in a while. His fingers stretched a little on the arms of the chair, wanting to reach out to her and pull her down quicker. Cameron tossed her lab coat over another chair in his office and crawled onto his lap.

House felt a growl start to come up in the back of his throat, but he held it back.

She started to attack his neck, kissing up the left side to just under his ear. He wanted to hear her breathing, hear her moan his name over and over. "House..." She gently bit his ear lobe.

The song changing on his ipod distracted him, the moment long enough to ruin it all.

"House."

He opened his eyes as the next song started and jumped a little when he noticed his company. He grumpily pulled his earphones off. "Did you need something?" He tried not to give too much of an evil glare to his ex, but she made it so easy.

Stacy smiled, an eyebrow arched. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Always." He hit the stop button on his ipod and looked back up at her, waving a hand to speed her along in whatever she wanted.

"We're being sued." She reached her arm out, trying to hand him the legal documents.

"And? Last time I checked, despite all of my 'being sued' experiences, I still have not gotten any honorary law degree. Now if you'll excuse me, I was in the middle of something." He reached up to put his earphones back on.

"It was your case. I need to ask you a few questions." She had that pissed off look; the one she wore when she was done dealing with his crap.

House let his hands and earphones drop to his lap. He glanced through the doors into the attached office. He didn't see Cameron, but her bag was sitting next to her desk. Smart girl, He thought. Cameron had probably seen Stacy coming down the hall and went to the lab. He wished he would've known Stacy was on her way; he could've gone to hide in the clinic with his handheld tv.

"Don't you have the medical records?" He pulled himself out of the chair, grabbing his cane and limping over to his desk. He opened a drawer and snatched up a pill bottle. He held the bottle up and shook it. "Want some?"

Stacy's eyes softened at the sight of his pain medication. "I'll talk to you later, when you're not high on vicodin."

He dropped the bottle into his pocket and patted his coat. "Better keep these handy then."

She rolled her eyes and left.

House made his way back over to his chair. He grabbed his ipod and put on his earphones, turning on the music. He sighed and leaned his head back for a minute, just relaxing.

As soon as the next song started, he had Cameron on his lap again.

"Now," he smiled, running his hands along the tops of her legs and up to her back. "Where were we?"



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