A/N: This was written from a prompt over on Live Journal. It takes place after House and Cameron's non-date at the Monster Truck rally. I was going to make this one long story, but decided to break it into two parts. I'm not sure when part 2 will be posted, since tomorrow NaNoWriMo starts, and I'll be devoting all my time/energies on that. But we'll see.

Disclaimer: I don't own House and Cameron. They belong to FOX. Also, I took a scene from the movie "Jerry Maguire" cuz I thought it fit well for this chapter.

Cotton Candy and Bald Tires

"Race you to the car," Cameron laughed as she took off ahead of House. She knew that when he wanted to, he could move pretty damn fast with that cane. Must've been the long legs. As she ran, the vision of her own legs wrapped around his made her heart beat just a little faster and she was out of breath by the time she reached his car.

Where did that come from? She mused as she watched him limp toward her, still holding the candy floss he'd taken from her. She'd never thought about House that way before. Sure, she liked him, but he was a jerk to her most of the time. Still, now she knew one of the things that made him tick. Monster trucks were his thing, and now, thanks to him, hers too. It was the most fun she'd had in a long time, and with her boss, no less. It amazed her. He hadn't said a snarky thing to her all night. In fact, it had been just like a first date. Without the 'date' part. If she wanted to compartmentalize it, she could say it was just an outing with a colleague. A fun, laid back evening with a very handsome older man who made her heart beat a little bit faster every time she looked into those blue eyes.

He was still nibbling at the floss as he came closer and she giggled at the sight of him. He looked adorable in that Gravedigger hat.

She was leaning against the driver's side door and he gently nudged her aside. "You're in the way."

"Well that was too good to last," she murmured as she went around to the other side of the car and got in.

"What was?"

She blushed, not thinking he heard her. But of course he did. House never missed anything. "You being a gentleman."

House snorted and took one last bite of the cotton candy before handing her the near-finished stick. "Here, my last chivalrous act before the night is over."

She glanced at the long cone with just enough left for one bite. "Gee thanks."

He grinned at her. "You're welcome."

As he drove, he would occasionally glance over at her as she took small amounts of the floss, placed them on her tongue and then licked her fingers. Then her eyes widened. "House! Look out!" she shouted and pointed. He looked just in time to see a deer on the road and swerved. He swerved so hard there was a sound like a gunshot and the car spun around, just missing a ditch.

"Damnit!" he hissed as they both got out to inspect the damage. The rear tire had blown and was still smoking. "This was not how I saw the evening ending."

Cameron cocked her head to one side. "It's not? I thought this was a creative alternative to the classic ruse of running out of gas on a deserted road."

House smirked as he took out his cell phone and called for a tow truck. When he snapped the phone shut, he tossed it carelessly into the car. "Thirty minutes. Minimum. It's cold out here. Let's get back in the car."

House fiddled with the radio and found a blues station. "I never took you for a blues fan."

"No? What did you think I listened to?"

"You strike me as a classic rock kinda guy."

"I am, too. Blues is more suitable to the situation, don't you think?"

"I guess," she shrugged.

"What the hell was that deer doing out at this time of night, anyway?" House mumbled.

"Look around, House. We're in the middle of nowhere."

Ten minutes of silence passed between them until he couldn't take it anymore. "This is all your fault, you know." He said to her.

"Mine? You were the one driving and not watching the road."

"That's because you were making such an erotic display of eating that damn cotton candy."

She blinked. "I was?"

"Oh please. You were being very...provocative. How could I not look? I am just a man. I have weaknesses."

"Whatever, House. You're not pinning this on me. Besides, judging by the condition of this car, the tires are probably bald and were prime for blowing out."

"This car is a legend."

Cameron laughed out loud. "Ha! A legendary junk heap is more like it. No way you got lucky in this thing. No self-respecting girl would give it up in a Chrysler, I don't care how gorgeous your eyes are."

"It's a Plymouth," he said, sullenly.

"That's just as bad."

He looked at her then. "Does that mean...you won't have sex with me?"

She snorted again. "That's exactly what it means."

The tow truck arrived and gave them a ride to Cameron's apartment. It reeked of cigarettes and it was making House sick.

"You're not gonna tap that?" the driver asked House once she was out of the truck and heading to the front door of her building.

"She made it abundantly clear that's not an option."

"Well, at least be a man and see her to the door. Ya know, to make sure she gets in alright. If you're not back in two minutes, I'm leaving."

House felt like telling the guy where to go and how to get there, but when he looked at Cameron taking the keys from her purse, and the way she glanced back at him, albeit briefly, he realized that was as good of an invitation as he was going to get. He opened the door and limped up the path. When he glanced back to the tow truck, the guy gave him a thumbs up, and drove off.

"What was that about?" Cameron inquired as she unlocked the door.

"He seemed to be of the assumption that I should walk you to the door and see you inside."

Cameron gave him one of her sweetest smiles. "That's very date-like behaviour, House. If we were on a date, that is."

"If we were, would I get a goodnight kiss?"

"Hmm, you might. But it's not a date. You said so yourself."

He was standing very close, leaning over her. "Everybody lies." His hand slipped around her waist and pulled her a little closer to him.

"This isn't a good idea, House," she warned, too shocked by his actions to fight him off. "We work together."

"You're saying I can't kiss you goodnight because it'll complicate things?"

"No, well yeah...and I don't want things to be awkward between us."

"It's just a kiss. Nobody has to know, and I'm sure as hell not going to tell anyone."

She looked up at him standing there and then she reached her hand up and gently stroked his scruffy cheek. His whiskers were softer than she thought and she wondered if his lips would be as soft. There was only one way to find out.

Her hand wrapped around his neck and she pulled him down for a kiss. It was light and tentative at first, because she had no idea how he'd react.

Her curiosity was satisfied when she felt his warm tongue sliding against hers and his hands moving up her back.

"You taste like cotton candy," he murmured before he deepened the kiss and buried his hand in her hair, pressing his mouth against hers again.

Cameron couldn't even speak. At least, not with his lips devouring hers. Damn he was a good kisser! As he slid his hands down her back, she moaned a little. "You should...go. Or come in. It's up to you. Whatever...you want."

"Same goes for you," he whispered between kisses as his hand slid up under her shirt and stroked her stomach and stayed there.

"No...I have go in...I live here."

"Okay. I'll come in," he said, almost so softly she barely heard him. But she managed to get the door open and they stumbled inside.

"Can I get you anything? Coffee?"

House nodded. "Coffee'd be good."

"Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back," she smiled and hurried into the small kitchen. House glanced around the small living area and went right to the stereo. He turned on the radio, left it on a classic rock station and sat down on the comfortable white couch. Cameron returned with a tray carrying 2 coffee mugs, already prepared the way she knew he liked, and set it down on the coffee table.

"What, no blues this time?" she teased.

"You already had it tuned to classic rock. I approve."

They sipped in a somewhat awkward silence. Both of them replaying the amazing kiss they'd shared moments before.

"So did you really like the Monster Trucks? Or were you just saying that to make me feel good?"

"No, I meant it when I said that it was amazing. I never knew you could get that close to them."

"Those seats are so good, you have to sign a waiver."

She arched her eyebrow at him. "Really, House?"

"I kid you not. They weren't easy to get, and certainly not cheap. But the risk of getting killed? So worth it."

Cameron laughed and took another sip of her coffee. She was sitting close enough that their knees were touching and she pretended not to notice House occasionally glancing at her. The furtive glances, the touching of knees, the close proximity was making her feel things for him that she probably wouldn't have normally. The kiss had completely rocked her world and she wanted another taste of him. One more, just in case she never got the chance again.

The clock on the wall chimed eleven O'clock and House glanced at his watch. "I should go," he said, but remained where he was.

"It is getting late," she nodded. "My boss doesn't like it when I don't have his coffee ready when he walks in the door bright and early at ten," she smirked.

"That's why he's the boss."

"Oooo you're so tough."

"That's sass, right? You're sassing me."

"Gonna punish me?"

"Do you want me to punish you?"

"I can take whatever you can dish out, House. I know you think I'm a soft touch, but I grew up with brothers."

"Yeah, but I'll bet your brothers never did this," he said and leaned over and kissed her. He nibbled her lip until she opened her mouth and slid her tongue against his. She could taste the coffee he'd just drank and something bitter, most likely the Vicodin, but it wasn't at all unpleasant. It was House, it was unique, and if she never kissed him again, she knew she'd crave it for the rest of her life.

She let out a small sigh when his hand slid over her denim-clad thigh to bring her legs up across his lap so most of her weight was on his good leg. Her arms wrapped around his neck and played with the hair at the nape of his neck as she kissed him back with as much enthusiasm. With one hand around her waist, his free hand slid up and under her T-shirt, splaying across her flat stomach. His hand was warm as it inched its way up to her bra and teased her nipple through its lacy fabric.

Cameron gasped a little and her breath hitched as his mouth moved from hers to her neck, nibbling and biting her sensitive skin at the base of her throat. "House..."


"You...you can call me Ally..."

"I prefer Cameron. You'll always be Cameron," he murmured between kisses as his lips moved back to hers.

Just then, his pager and hers went off simultaneously and they broke apart as if someone had walked in and caught them.

House grabbed his cell and made a gesture for her to keep quiet as he got up and went into the other room to call in. When he returned, he reached for his jacket. "That was Foreman. We have a case. I'm going in, but I'll see you tomorrow. I'll have him stay tonight and you can relieve him in the morning."

She gave her head a shake as if to clear it and got up to see him out. "G'night, House."

He shrugged his jacket on and gave her a smile before he turned and left her apartment without another word.

To be concluded...