A/N: I don't own House. This is the only time I will remind you of that sad fact. Enjoy the story. :)
Rain fell in sheets outside the window. House stood and stared at the torrent of water running down the window.
"It's raining," he commented.
"It's Tuesday," Cameron responded from his desk where she sat going over charts.
Turning, he looked at her in surprise.
She tilted her head and leaned back in his chair. "Sorry, I thought we were doing that stating the obvious thing," she remarked with a smirk.
House gave her an annoyed look and turned back to the window. "We'll probably lose power."
"Probably," Cameron agreed. A tremendous crash of thunder punctuated her words.
House moved away from the window and limped over to his lounge chair. Sinking down into it, he lifted his right leg and settled his feet on the ottoman. Leaning back, he watched Cameron. The light from his desk lamp shimmered on her dark brown hair. She reached up and swept her bangs out of her eyes and pushed her glasses up further on her nose. Another resounding crash of thunder rattled the windows and the lights flickered. Cameron looked up at House who smirked back at her. A white hot streak of lightening lit the room in an eerie glow and she jumped slightly when an even louder clap of thunder followed. The office was plunged into darkness and House smiled.
"Looks like I was right again," he told her.
"Yes, House," she replied drily. "You are such a genius for predicting the lights would go out during a severe thunderstorm."
The emergency lights flickered on and Cameron leaned back in House's chair.
"I guess Foreman and Chase had the right idea, leaving when they did. But they are going to miss all the fun," House remarked.
"Wilson is probably holed up with that new surgical nurse," House continued with a sly grin.
Cameron's eyes widened. "The hot blonde with the implants?"
House looked at her speculatively. "You think she's hot?"
She sighed. "Yes, House. She is hot. I would do her."
House grinned and pointed a finger at her. "Now you're just teasing me."
"What is it with men and their lesbian fantasies?' she asked him.
"They're hot," House told her.
"What's hot is two people who love each other," she responded.
"No, that's boring," House told her. "What's hot is two women all oiled up-"
"Okay, okay!" Cameron told him, putting her hands over her ears. "I get it. Lesbians are hot."
"You," House began, pointing his cane at her, "are a hopeless romantic which means you will be continually disappointed."
Cameron folded her arms and looked at him in disgust. "And why is that?"
"Because men are basically pigs and only care about scoring the next hot babe."
"Not all men think like that."
House looked at her with pity. "Every man who looks at you is only thinking about one thing," he informed her.
Cameron rolled her eyes.
"He's thinking about how to get you out of your clothes and on your back."
"You, of course," she sneered, "are above all that, though."
"No, I pretty much want to do you, too. But I know that if we slept together you would get all mushy and gooey on me and I would have to break your heart."
"I'm over you, House," she told him.
"Your lips say no but your eyes say 'do me, House'," he replied with an insufferable grin.
"I. Am. Over. You," she replied firmly. "I'll prove it."
"We'll sleep together and I will not get all mushy and gooey on you."
House laughed. "Right. We have sex and you'll be all over me like a two dollar hooker."
Cameron laughed and stood up. "You're afraid that you'll fall in love with me."
"Oh, you'd like to believe that, wouldn't you?"
House watched her warily as she approached him.
"I am capable of having sex without falling in love," she told him. "Are you?"
"Pfft. Of course I am."
"Then let's have sex."
"I need a raincoat if I'm going to splash in your puddle. Sadly, I left all my little raincoats at home," he sighed.
She smiled a slow, knowing smile. Reaching into her lab coat pocket, she pulled out a condom. "Luckily for you, we were giving out free raincoats in the clinic earlier."
House stared at the handle of his cane. "Good," he remarked. "But not here."
Cameron nodded. "No," she agreed. "I know the perfect place. Come on."
They arrived at House's apartment and dashed through the rain to his front door.
"This is the perfect place?" he asked. "When you said to follow you I figured we would end up at some romantic little bed and breakfast where they toss rose petals over the bed."
"Just open the door, House."
"Just open the door, House," he mimicked. He unlocked the door and pushed it open. Cameron ran in and made a beeline for his bedroom. House limped after her, shedding his wet jacket and shoes. Leaning his cane against the wall in his bedroom, he watched as she stripped down to her underwear and dove beneath the covers on his bed.
"What? No elaborate strip tease to get me in the mood?" he asked as he advanced on the bed. "No undressing me while you rub yourself against me to get me all worked up?"
"Just get your clothes off and get in the bed," she told him. "I'm freezing."
"So, should I take it all off or leave something for you to strip from me?" he asked as he began to unbutton his shirt.
She burrowed deeper beneath the covers. "Whatever makes you happy, House. Just hurry up."
He stripped his damp dress shirt off and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled his socks off and then stood to remove his jeans. Shivering slightly, he slipped beneath the covers and grunted slightly as Cameron wrapped herself around him. Nuzzling his neck, she made a purring sound in her throat that sent a bolt of desire straight through him.
"You're nice and warm," she whispered.
"Yeah, well, are we gonna do this or not?" he asked.
She slid against him and House was amazed at how soft her skin was.
"Just let me get warmed up first."
House lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. "So, do you need a lot of foreplay?"
"Depends," she told him. "You?"
He lay stiffly in the bed as she rubbed her feet against his leg.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Fine," he told her. "Are we gonna do this or not?"
Moving over him, she smiled down at him. "We're gonna do this. I'm going to prove to you that I am not the sappy romantic you think I am."
He stared up at her. "Huh. We'll see about that. Once you've gotten a taste of some House lovin' you'll be begging for more."
"And maybe once you've gotten a taste of some Cameron lovin', you'll be the one begging for more."
Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled her onto her back. His weight pressed her into the mattress and he smirked down at her.
"Well, I'll guess we'll soon see who will be begging, won't we?" he asked.
Sliding her hands beneath the waistband of his boxer shorts, she massaged his ass as she wrapped her legs around him.
"Yes we will."