Cameron's POV
I knew that peck on the cheek meant nothing. And I know he knew it was nothing as well. But I wish it was more. Obviously House was not a very likeable kind of person, but something about him makes me want to like him. I went to the lab to do some tests.
I held the glass tubes and bended over the counter to look through my microscope. Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hands and pin them behind me. I knew who it was by the smell and I felt his hot breath behind my neck. "What do you want, House?"
"Making sure you don't drop your glass tube." He took it from my hands and put it on the counter. "You never care. You only care about yourself. So what do you need?" House leaned on the counter. "You have pretty hair." He mumbled out of nowhere. I thought that was really weird so I asked, "Are you high?" He shook his head. I brushed the thought of me and continued doing the test. I heard the door opening and closing and I was relieved he left. I sighed. He was acting weird. I packed my bags as it was the end of my shift.
When I arrived home, I put down my purse on an armchair. I clipped my hair into a bun and slowly took off my shirt. I slid down my pants. I took off my bra and my pantie. I got into the shower. After I was done, I used my vanilla shampoo. It made me smell refreshing and hopefully House liked it. I admit, I like him, but he wouldn't return the same feelings to me. I sighed then un clipped my hair. I washed it briefly and used conditioning. After I stepped out of the shower area, I tied a towel to my body and another one to keep my hair up. I removed my makeup and put on a face mask. I dried my hair and got into some comfy clothes. The clothes revealed my top breasts, but who cares, it's just me living alone. I went into bed, turned on my night lights and got a good book to read. A few seconds later, I heard a loud and rough bang on my door. I was scared as I didn't know who would want to find me at 2 a.m. I got up and slowly opened the door. It was House! I should have known!
I rubbed my eyes, "House, why are you here? It's 2 in the morning." He grinned, "Nice house you have." He invited himself in and sat on my sofa. I rolled my eyes, "You didn't answer my question." House smirked. "Allison I know you like me." I denied it and he said, "Cameron I love you."
"Seriously?" I said in a hopeful tone.
"No." He grunted. "I knew you like me."
I sighed, "Fine, I like you. But you don't...what are you doing?" He moved closer to me. "Who said I don't?" "Wh..what?" Next thing I knew, I felt his lips on mine, I enjoyed every second of it. I felt his tongue trying to enter my mouth, asking for approval. I approved and I moved mine into his mouth as well. It was the best kiss of all time.
I suddenly woke up. It was just a dream.
The next day
House's POV
When I arrived there the three of them were already there. Cameron avoided looking at me but I had no idea why. Maybe because of the incident in the lab, but that wasn't so bad. I mean, I didn't kiss her or something. Wait-why am I caring? I shook the thought out of my head and turned to my three colleagues. Cameron still didn't look at me for even once, she didn't smile or anything. I got impatient so I banged my cane where she was looking at.
"Back from your little day dream, princess?"
"Wh..what?" She mumbled. Gosh she's cute when she's like that. Wait did I just say she's cute? Oh gosh this can't be happening. Chase looked at me then at Cameron. "Is there something going on between you too?" Cameron elbows him and says, "Chase! He's my boss!" I chuckled at her and she gave me the 'what the hell are you doing' look. I shrugged and continued writing on the whiteboard.
Cameron's POV
I can't believe what happened last night. I dreamt about House? That was weird. I wonder if he actually likes me?
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FanfictionMeet Gregory House. He's an intelligent doctor of a diagnostic department. His three colleagues: Allison Cameron, an immunologist, Robert Chase, a surgeon, and Eric Foreman, a neurologist. And of course, his best friend, Wilson, an oncologist. When...