Ruined Part 2

She was still beating herself up, days after what had happened in House's office. Cameron had been going through it all repeatedly over the weekend, and now she was back in the conference room. She wanted to kick herself, for acting like a fool and for not being as confident as she usually was. How had she come from asking him about his feelings, all the way to shrinking away from any kind of confrontation with him? She hated this anxiety.

So then why did she want to do it all over again every time she saw him?

Cameron sighed and leaned forward onto the counter, watching the coffee maker do its job.

"Ok, obviously you don't know what you're talking about." Foreman's annoyed voice caught her ear.

Cameron looked over her shoulder. Foreman and Chase were sitting at the table, arguing about something. There were sports magazines in front of the both of them.

"Cameron, what do you think?" Foreman asked, as if she had any knowledge of sports.

She smiled and was about to say she didn't know.

"Nobody cares." House interrupted, limping across the room, right for Cameron.

Coming right up to her, studying her face, he held out his hand. She looked up at him for only a moment, then handed him a filled coffee mug.

"Chase," House turned away from Cameron, walking away and leaning his arm onto the whiteboard. "You haven't done clinic duty in a while. You're taking my place today."

Chase's eyebrows went up. "What are you doing that's so important?"

"Some official doctor business. Something you would know nothing about." He motioned towards the door. "Cuddy's waiting."

Chase grumbled to himself and left.

House turned to Foreman and started so speak, but Foreman's pager went off. Foreman pulled the pager out of his pocket and checked it.

"Wilson." He said, and then left.

House looked at Cameron, leaning on his cane. "Well that was convenient!"

She didn't say anything, just crossed her arms in front of herself.

"C'mon, if either of us should be afraid of the other biting, then apparently I should be afraid of you."

Her face flushed and she put her hand up to her cheek. When she looked up, he was limping away to the door of his office. He turned back for a second and nodded for her to follow him.

'Great. I'm fired.' Cameron thought, throwing her hands up and dragging herself into House's office. Cautiously, she poked her head through the door to see him sitting behind his desk, tossing his oversized tennis ball from hand to hand. She swallowed her pride - or fear, or whatever it was burrowing inside her chest - and stepped forward into his office.

"Dr. Cameron," he began, setting the ball down in its usual place. But then he just sat and waited, watching her shuffle uncomfortable in front of him.

After a minute, she couldn't stay silent any more. "Dr. House, about the other night -"

"Ahh, the other night," he interrupted. House pulled himself out of his chair and went to the metal box that had been his 'secret' spot for his vicodin. Pulling his prescription bottle out and dry swallowing a pill, he kept his back to her.

'It's like he wants me to be uncomfortable,' Cameron thought, then rolled her eyes at herself. 'No surprise there.'

He turned towards her, keeping his distance for now. "Hormones get the better of you?" He asked, his interest as high as his eyebrows suddenly were on his forehead.

"I..." She began, her words disappearing from thought.

"You, you, you." House rolled his eyes, coming closer to her. He was soon close enough that she could smell his cologne; musty and sweet. "It's always about what you want." Then looking down at her, his voice lowered. He was still gruff and demanding but there was something in his eyes that she hadn't really seen before. "What about what I want?"

Startled by the question, her head snapped back, letting her see what was going on. "Dr. House..."

"What? You can jump me in my office, but I have to stay away?" He scoffed quietly to the side and turned back to her. He was silent for a moment, then continued to tease her. "Waiting for that unbridled abandon to catch up to you again?" He stepped forward and put his hands on her, one on her back and one on the side of her neck. "Do I have to wait?"

Cameron looked into his eyes. "No, you don't." She said slowly, then smiled.

"Good. I hate waiting." He leaned down and kissed her hard, because really there was nothing gentle about him.

Her hands went to his shoulders, holding onto his jacket, her knees were feeling weak. He backed her over to the wall, her legs bumping into the low bookcase that sat below the x-ray light that hung on the wall.

This time when Cameron started working the buttons of House's shirt, he didn't stop her. He swept his hand behind her, brushing the papers on top of the bookcase onto the floor.

Cameron held back a giggle when House put his hands on her bottom and lifted her up and sat her down on the book case. Settling himself between her legs, he leaned down and kissed her again, deeper and more passionate than before.

She'd gotten his shirt unbuttoned and when her hand brushed against the front of his jeans, she could tell her was extremely aroused. She turned her hand and grabbed him through his jeans. A growl came from deep in his throat, putting his hand behind her head and slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Fireworks went off in her chest and her abdomen; just from his touch. She could feel her want for him running all the way through her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Not caring that they were surrounded by glass walls - not to mention it was only about 9:45 in the morning - Cameron tugged impatiently at the snap and zipper of his jeans.

As his pants dropped to the floor, his hands went under her skirt, running up her legs and stopping at her hips. The feeling of House pulling off her thong made her want to moan, but she stopped herself by biting her lip. Her heels had fallen onto the floor and he easily pulled her thong past her ankles and threw it in the corner where no one would see it if they were interrupted.

She began to drag down his boxers, running her fingers through his bristly hair there, then down to trace along the length of him. His head leaned back for a moment, then he grabbed her by the ass and roughly pulled her against him.

"Are you sure..." Cameron asked carefully, knowing that if she moaned even once, the whole hospital would hear.

"I should be asking you that, but do you really care if I'm sure?" He replied, pushing her skirt out of his way.

"Hell no." She breathed heavily, pulling him down and kissing him aggressively.

"Language, Doctor Cameron." He scolded playfully out of the side of his mouth. "Wouldn't want to get in trouble for being inappropriate."

She laughed at the joke, then gasped as he pushed into her. "Oh!"

House held tightly onto her hips under her skirt, pulling her abdomen as close to his as possible.

From feeling him inside her, to his belly against hers, she didn't know how long she would last, if long at all. "Oh god, Greg..."

His ears picked up at the sound of his first name coming from her. His mouth was hanging open, but he stayed silent. Not that he didn't want to yell out - in fact, he had a moan sitting at the back of his throat - but she was doing enough moaning for the both of them. He rocked against her steadily, inching closer and closer to the end. He hung his head over her right shoulder, one hand against the wall behind her, his fingers clawing for something to hold on to.

Cameron's forehead hit his left shoulder and she became suddenly silent. House could feel her muscles tightening around him and he gladly stopped holding back. Her hips lifted towards him even more than they were and he felt her stiffen awkwardly. He let out a low guttural moan as he let himself go, pushing into her and holding himself there for a minute.

He leaned his face into the crook between her neck and shoulder and to her surprise, he kissed her there. She closed her eyes for a moment, running her hand over her forehead, pushing her hair back.

"House," Cameron sighed quietly.

House pulled back, picking his pants up from the floor. He smiled quickly at her before turning his attention back to his pants. "What happened to Greg? Hell, I'd even settle for 'Oh god, Greg!' That's what the adoring public calls me."

She smiled to herself, smoothing her skirt over her legs. "I guess you don't get called that a lot then," she teased.

"I could get used to hearing it more often," he hinted, picking her thong up from the corner and dangling it on one finger in front of her.

She grabbed it quickly and shoved it into her pocket. Her only reply to his comment was a raised eyebrow and an almost animalistic smile.

"One condition, though." House said over his shoulder, limping back to his desk.

"And what would that be?" She hopped down from the bookcase, but stayed where she was, leaning back against it.

"No more attacking me in my office." There was his teasing sarcasm as he turned to pick up a file. "Learn some self-control, woman!"

Cameron laughed quietly, turning and walking out the door.



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