This is my first House/Cam fic. I only wrote it because a friend told me to, so I apologize if it is not as…inspired as my other stuff. Hope you like it anyway.
"Of course," House grumbled. "You had to knock on my door after I sat down."
He grudgingly stood and grabbed his cane. When he saw Cameron on the other side of his door he sighed heavily.
"So you've come back to lecture me on lying and how it's bad? Especially about cancer and especially to get high?"
She just looked at him. "I came back without a needle."
"You told me to come back without a needle."
"You want a semen sample?"
She rolled her eyes. "Come on House. Don't make this harder than it already is."
"You're doing this? Seriously? Allison Cameron is coming to my door with the explicit reason to sleep with me?"
"Look, you're an ass. You're brilliant but you know it, and that makes you an arrogant ass. You push people away and act like you don't care about anything but 'interesting' cases."
"I'm waiting for the part where you explain why you want to sleep with me."
"I'm saying that yeah, you're an ass, but I'm attracted to you. I want you and I'm sick of pretending I don't, so I'm not going to anymore."
"You want me?"
"Are you saying you don't want me?"
House looked at her. What was he supposed to do—lie? Of course he wanted her. She was gorgeous and she was brilliant, and those things trumped her need to be kind to everyone.
He said nothing but stepped back and left the door open. She beamed to his back and followed him into the living room.
"You want something to drink?"
"Whatever you want."
She wasn't one hundred percent sure what she was supposed to do now. She didn't really expect him to let her in. And she expected that if she got in, he'd take control. But here she was and he hadn't pushed her against a wall or pulled her into the bedroom and she no longer knew what to do.
House came back and handed her a glass of water.
"I don't want you to claim I liquored you up."
She laughed and took a sip. He just looked at her more. He was amazed. He had always wanted her. She was Allison Cameron. She was absolutely beautiful and incredibly smart. She saw through his bitter exterior—though he pretended she didn't, and pretended it wouldn't affect him if she did. She recognized every horrible thing about him and she still wanted him.
"You really want to do this?"
She looked at him and brushed her hair behind her ear. "I want to do this. I want you House. You know I do. And you want me too."
He nodded and gulped down some water—his mouth was suddenly dry. "I do."
She beamed. Just her smile could kill him.
"I'm not good at romance," he suddenly blurted out. "I'm not going to cuddle, and I can't guarantee I'm not going to kick you out when this is all said and done. I'm still going to be an arrogant ass and I'm still going to push people away and only care about interesting cases."
"I know. I'm not trying to change you. I just want to be with you."
"Cameron, come on." He couldn't believe what he was saying. Was he really about to try to persuade her not to go through with this? "Chase follows you around like a lonely puppy. And he's got that wicked hot accent, dude. Be with him. Be with a nice guy who's not going to treat you like crap."
Cameron laughed. "If you realize you're going to treat me like crap, you could just not do it."
"I'm an ass though. It's what I do."
"You just admitted you were a person though, you know that right? You cared enough to want me to be with someone who'd treat me well."
He rolled his eyes. "Sure. I'm a human. I never said I wasn't you know. I think that was Wilson's idea or Cuddy's. They've always been conspiring against me."
She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into her. He looked down at her, still not sure what he was doing.
"Shut up and kiss me."
"Well aren't we Miss—"
"Seriously. Shut up. And kiss me."