Chapter 13: Flirting

He pulled away, leaving them both panting for air. His forehead was pressed against the door beside hers, his hands still on her waist. Her arms were still wrapped around his neck, holding him close to her. For once in his life, he didn't mind being this close to another body, another warmth. They stood there in that position for what seemed to be eternity, contemplating their next move, when suddenly she slowly slid her arms from his neck.

Afraid that he went too far, he slid his arms from her waist, backing away from her. Without looking at her, for fear of what her face would convey, he started to turn around when a small hand grabbed his own.

He reluctantly turned around to face her. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving up and down as she panted for air. Her lips were bruised and her fancy hairdo was messy. He was glad that the reason that she was so disheveled was due to him.

Allison pulled him close to her, into another kiss. All of his reluctance melted away as the kiss grew more passionate. She wasn't kissing another man; she was kissing him. All of her body shivers and moans were because of him. At that moment, Greg felt that he was the luckiest man alive to have a woman as beautiful as Allison in his arms.

He pulled away from the kiss, his eyes piercing hers. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath tickling her face as he spoke.

"Do you want to continue? Because if you're not sure…" Greg trailed off.

Allison smiled at his request. He could've take advantage of her in their heat of passion, but instead he asked her to make sure that this was what she wanted. He could've done it when her mind was in a haze of passion. That made her love him all the more.

She leaned in for another kiss before answering him. "Well, if you don't want to…" She gave him a sly smile.

He smirked as he kissed her again. He broke the kiss and dragged her with him into the bedroom. He sat down on the bed and pulled her to sit on his good leg.

She loosely wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in for another kiss. He gladly complied. Just as the kiss began to get more ardent, there was a knock on the door.

They both groaned as they pulled apart. Greg looked at her through heavy-lidded eyes. She looks so damn sexy, he thought as he bent down and nipped at her earlobe lightly. Her body shivered as he sipped on it a bit harder. She arched slightly towards him and he wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her in place.

His tongue slithered out and trailed down her long neck. Moans were vibrating from her throat. His mouth had just reached the beginning of the valley on her chest when the door was knocked on again.

Sighing, Allison slid off his lap. He reluctantly stood up from the bed, grumbling to himself as he walked towards the door. "Whoever it is better have a death wish," he mumbled.

She smiled to herself, softly shaking her head in a mixture of amusement and frustration.

Just as he reached the doorway separating the sitting room from the bedroom, he turned around. Whatever he had planned to say died on his lips when he saw Allison remove the pins from her hair. She shook the brown, silky curls from the top of her head and let them cascade around her slender shoulders.

He stood there, blinking at her dumbly, not knowing what to say. He shook his head to get rid of his thoughts and headed for the door again.

Sighing once more, she rose from the bed and followed him. A cart was wheeled into the room as she stepped into the other half of the suite.

"Greg," she asked softly, "what is this?"

He shrugged his shoulders in a careless manner as if to say "How the hell should I know." He turned back towards the attendant. "We didn't order this."

The gentleman, in his early to mid-twenties, was too busy gaping at Allison to notice. He stood there staring at her.

"Hello? Anybody home?" Greg asked, waving his hand in front of the man's face. He then pursed his lips together and let out a shrill whistle. It still didn't seem to faze the man. Greg then followed his gaze to see what he was staring at.

Allison indeed did look breathtaking. She must have stood under a light in the room for it seemed like an aura of light engulfed her. Her hair was tousled, but in a sexy way. Her lips were full and bruised from Greg's kisses. The bottom half of her face and her entire neck were covered in faint red marks. Whisker burns. Her arms were loosely wrapped around her waist in a guarded nature, which accentuated the size of her breasts. Add all of that together, plus the fact that her dress seemed like a second skin on her, emphasizing her every curve, and it would result in two speechless grown men. To them, Allison looked like an angel from Heaven.

Greg snapped out of his impure thoughts and walked over to her. He slid a protective arm around her waist and asked loudly, "Who ordered this?"

His protectiveness seemed to shake the waiter out of his reverie. "Huh?" he asked, still keeping his gaze on Allison.

"We…didn't…order…this," Greg repeated slowly and loudly as if he was talking to a child or a mentally challenged person.

"Oh…uh…I just deliver stuff. I don't know anything about who ordered what."

Allison stepped out of Greg's protective embrace and stepped towards the waiter. "Thank you, Michael," she said, smiling slightly, "for delivering this."

Michael blinked several times before swallowing thickly and asked huskily, "How'd you know my name?"

She pointed to his chest. "Your nametag."

"Oh, right."

"Duh!" Greg interjected.

Allison turned and raised her eyebrow at Greg. She turned back towards Michael and repeated, "Thank you, Michael."

The color rose in his cheeks as he quickly replied, "It's my job, Miss." He turned and headed for the door. "Have a nice night," he said hurriedly as he swiveled around.

Allison smiled softly and gave a little nod in acknowledgment. Greg, however, had his death stare on and his blue eyes were trained on Michael. The corners of his mouth were faintly turned downwards and his arms were crossed around his chest. He impatiently tapped the fingers resting on his other arm.

"Bye." Michael said hastily before he practically ran out of the room and down the hall, heading for the elevators, leaving the door wide open.

Allison shook her head amusedly before heading towards the door and closing it.

She turned back around only to find that his gaze was now on her.

"What?" she asked, putting on an innocent face.

"What the hell was that?"

"What was what?"

"You know what!"

She raised her eyebrow in confusion.

"The little 'flirting' thing between you and Michael."

"Ah," she said as she nodded her head.

"That's all you have to say? Ah?" he asked irritably.

She slowly sauntered towards him and stepped directly in front of him. He tilted his head down to get a better look at her. She slowly stood up on her tiptoes, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. His response, on the other hand, was not as soft. In fact, he responded with all his fervor. He passionately swept his tongue across her lips, then pushing it into her mouth. She moaned at the cool sensation of his sleek tongue exploring her mouth.

He uncrossed his arms, placing one on her hip and the other on the back of her head, pushing her closer. She lightly fingered trails up and down his arms and chest, finally resting her arms loosely wrapped around his neck.

After a while, Greg was the one to pull back. He stared at her through cloudy eyes, cloudy by arousal. He gave her a mock frown.

"Don't think you can change the topic by kissing me," he said, feigning hurt and impatience.

"So what you're saying is…don't kiss you anymore?" she smiled up at him.

"Well, I didn't say that."

She slowly leaned in to kiss him again. He surprised them both by pulling back. Allison burrowed her eyebrows in confusion.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm hurt," he said, gently pushing her away from him. "You flirted with Michael right in front of me, as if I wasn't even in the room."

He limped towards the sofa and sat down. He resumed his pouting position: sticking out his lower lip, arms crossed against his chest, and sat slumped down in the couch. Yet, his eyes had a mischievous twinkle in them.

Allison decided to play along with his game. "Well, you flirted with Sherry right in front of me," she said, intentionally getting the woman's name wrong.

"First of all, her name is not Sherry. Her name is Cheryl--"

"Oh, so now you pay attention to people's names?" she asked.

He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Whatever. Anyways, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted," he paused, giving her a pointed look, "her name is Cheryl. And I didn't flirt that much with her."

"So you admit flirting with her?"

"Yes. And if I didn't, we probably would still be in the lobby, waiting for her to finish her phone call."

"And you consider the 'your teeth shine like pearls whenever you smile' line not overly flirting?"

He shrugged.

"Oh, please," she teased him. "'Your pearly whites got me hypnotized?' I had a hard time trying not to laugh."

"And you think your flirting skills are so much better?"

"Who said I was flirting?"

"I do. You don't consider 'Oh, thank you, Michael for delivering this' flirting?" he countered, putting on a falsetto voice when he quoted her.

"No, I don't. That wasn't flirting."

"Then what do you consider flirting then, Dr. Cameron?"

She slowly walked towards him and stopped directly in front of his seat on the couch. He leaned his head back to look at her. Cameron unhurriedly bent down and placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. By doing this she had given him a clear view of her cleavage.

She then moved to kiss him, stopping a few millimeters from his lips. Greg could feel her soft breaths on his lips. His body was yearning for her kiss, which didn't come. Instead her tongue slid out and, painfully slow for Greg, traced the outline of his lips. She did this for a while, driving him crazy.

When at last he couldn't stand it any longer, he grabbed her hands from his shoulders, pulling her into his lap. The sudden weight of her jarred his leg, but he didn't care. He was beyond the point of no return.

He pushed her onto the sofa, his body on top of hers. His tongue forcefully dominated her mouth, exploring every crevice. She fought back, pushing hers into his mouth. After a while, when their passion had somewhat simmered, they teased each other. When one would withdraw, the other would chase after it.

She pulled her lips from his to get some much needed air. As she turned her head to breathe, his lips moved down her neck. His teeth lightly nipped her, his tongue trailing down the columns of her neck.

Then all of a sudden, Allison couldn't feel his weight on top of her anymore. She opened her eyes to see him standing by the sofa, with a satisfied smile on his face.

He took in her appearance with a predatory look. Hair tousled, eyes glazed, lips bruised, and chest heaving as she tried to get the much needed oxygen that he depraved her of. Greg didn't think he could handle it much longer. Consequences of having a relationship of with one of his employees were being overshadowed by his desire for her. Screw the rules, he thought.

When he leaned down to continue, Allison placed her hands on his chest to stop him.

"What's wrong?" Greg was worried that maybe she was having second thoughts.

"Nothing. I just thought we should see who sent us that cart."

He hung his head. "Why? Can't it wait 'til morning? 'Cause I don't think I can." He bent his head and began nuzzling her neck with his nose, chin, and mouth. His scraping stubble only added on to the wonderful sensations.

She moaned as she weakly shoved his shoulders in a feeble attempt to push him away while she can still gather her thoughts. "Greg…"

"You do know that moaning my name is not helping your case, right?" His lips were already on her chest.

With the last of her remaining strength, she gently push him away. "I want to see who sent us that cart. Besides," she added in a low voice, "we have all morning tomorrow."

Greg groaned as he moved off her. "That's really not helping your case either."

Allison smirked before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. He leaned forward to deepen it, but she pulled away. She gave him a wink before she stood up and walked over to the cart.

A single red rose was placed in a clear vase in the center of the cart. On both sides of the flower were candles. Two plates were placed on one end of the cart, each with a covered lid over it. On the other end was an ice bucket with a bottle of wine being chilled inside with glasses nearby.

House walked over to the cart and gave a low whistle. "Whoever did this must have some ulterior motive." He leaned close to Allison before whispering, "You didn't have to go through all this trouble. I would've slept with you anyway."

She looked back at him and retorted, "I was going to say the same thing." Greg swallowed thickly. Allison laughed at his pained expression.

She lifted one of the lids and in the center of the platter laid a small folded white card. Greg and Allison looked at each other before she picked it up. What was written on the inside made both of their jaws dropped.

House and Cameron,

We decided that you two deserved a break since you attended the gala to represent our hospital. Seeing as that you were already in Seattle, what better place to spend your vacation? Both of you guys are given a one week leave, so enjoy it while you can. See you next Monday!


L. Cuddy J. Wilson

R. Chase E. Foreman

The room was silent as both doctors tried to comprehend what happened. Greg was the first one to break the quiet. "Well, it seems like we were unwilling pawns for their little game from the beginning."

"What should we do?" Allison asked.

"There is nothing to do except enjoy our vacation."

"I know that. I was asking what should we do during our vacation."

Greg looked at her. A smile slowly spread across his face. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her towards him.

"Several things come to mind," he drawled as he leaned down for a kiss. Her lips were pliant as they meshed with his. He tugged her lower lip, sucking on it gently into his mouth. He swept his tongue along the inside of her lip. He carefully traced her front teeth, her lips but he didn't claim her mouth. He was enjoying tormenting her like this. When she moaned, he took it as a plea. He pushed his tongue into her mouth.

His plundering tongue robbed her of strength for she slumped against him, her body fitting perfectly against his. It robbed her of thoughts; nothing occupied her mind except his moist tongue, his lips, his scraping stubble, the faint taste of alcohol, him. It also soon robbed her of breath. He pulled away and spoke directly into her ear.

"We are going to be so bored spending a week here in Seattle. Whatever shall we do?" He pressed his middle against hers so she would catch his meaning. The impact of his thrust made her gasp.

"I have no clue," she said. "We could always go shopping for clothes."

He sighed. "I'm a man, so why the hell would I want to shop for clothes?" He continued in a lower voice, "Besides, I want to get out of the clothes I have on right now. Why should I need to buy more?"

She gasped again when he began sucking on a sensitive spot on her neck. "It was just a suggestion."

"A bad one. You're not going to need clothes at all this week," he muttered against her lips. He slipped past the barriers that were her lips and explored her mouth lazily. It plummeted into her mouth deeply, leisurely. His thumb was trailing along her jaw line, stroking her closer towards him.

She pried her mouth away and his made its way down her neck, dragging his tongue as he went. She shivered at the slick path it made. "Greg…" she panted.

He moaned at the force of his longing for her at the sound of his name coming from her mouth. His hands trailed down her sides, resting on her waist. Greg pulled her even closer if it was possible. He wished for the clothes to disappear so there was nothing between them. His thumbs rubbed against her hipbones, hypnotizing her. They made their way towards the middle of her stomach where they met. They together then moved down, down towards her feminine mystique when her hands stopped his journey.

Greg raised passion-dilated eyes to Allison's face. Both were breathing heavily through their mouths. After moments of silence where they tried to regain their breath, he managed, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just thought we should see what else our friends at Princeton ordered for us."

He groaned. "Are you trying to kill me? First some heavy necking, then 'No, stop Greg. I want to see who sent us the cart.' More heavy necking then 'Greg, I want to see what else was ordered for us.' I don't think I can handle any more of your teasing." He leaned back down but she stepped away. He whined loudly.

"Greg, aren't you in the least bit curious? You have to wonder what they ordered for us. I mean, they gave us a week of vacation. Who knows? Maybe they'll give us more good news."

"Can't it wait until tomorrow? 'Cause I don't think I can any longer," he pouted, pointing to his midsection.

Allison laughed at his hurt expression. She walked to him, leaning towards him. He thought she was going to kiss him but her lips went past his lips and stopped in front of his ear.

"I'm sorry, Greg. But if you'll wait a little longer, I'll make it all worthwhile later." And with that, she nibbled on his earlobe.

"You're not playing fair, Allison," he moaned.

"You didn't either." She pulled away and walked towards the cart. He hung his head down towards his chest and sighed. They hadn't even slept together yet and he was already losing his battles with her.

She lifted the other lid and stared at the contents. Then her shoulders gently started shaking with laughter.

"What?" Greg asked. Her body was blocking the tray from his view so he didn't really know why she was laughing. "They didn't send you lingerie, did they? 'Cause if they did, I would forever be in their debt."

Allison shook her head as she turned to face him, careful to keep the platter from his line of sight. "No, they didn't…But what they did send can get our vacation started."


She stepped aside so he could see. The tray had a bowl of melted chocolate in the center. Surrounding that were bright red strawberries. Greg lifted his eyes to her face and gave her a naughty smile.

"Shall we get started?"

Author's Note: I know, I know. What took me so long to update? I was out of the country for a few months. When I got back, I got caught up with work and school and family stuff...anyways, I apologize. I thank my faithful readers and new fans that continue to support me even though I haven't updated in almost a year. Enjoy!...and don't hate me because the chapter didn't have what you all expected. That part is still in progress.