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  Open Air 
 by Laura Smith  

 Cameron raised her eyebrows, stopping in the middle of the lane causing
Chase and Foreman to run into her. "What?"

"That." She pointed, her eyes fixed on the sleek red machine that House
was climbing out of, his rumpled clothing looking out of place next to the
polished car. "That..."

"Is a thing of beauty," House informed her, walking in their direction
with a sly smile on his face. 

"You can afford that on a doctor's salary?" Foreman asked.

"No, I jacked it with my homeboys." He fell into step with them, walking
slightly ahead. "You should see Wilson in Crips colors. It's a sight to
behold."

"You took that car from the mobsters?"

House stopped and sighed, turning to Cameron. "I realize that you feel the
need to be my conscience, but I have one already and it has no problem
with it." He leaned in, invading her space. "Besides, you wouldn't want to
see me walking with cement slippers, would you?"

She clenched her jaw, refusing to pull away. "They wouldn't kill you."

"They wouldn't like me very much." He turned and started walking again.
"And, in case you haven't noticed, I have a bad leg. Tough to tread
water."

**

"I can't believe you accepted that...that...bribe."

"A bribe implies that I did something I wouldn't or shouldn't have done to
receive the car. And I've already gone over this with Wilson. Jiminy
Cricket's sung this song in my ear."

"And it, of course, didn't faze you?" She shook her head and exhaled a
disgusted huff. "What platitudes did you give him?"

"I offered him a ride."

"Nice. And when it was over, did all the thirteen year olds want their
testosterone back?"

He leaned forward on his desk, chin in his hand as his eyes narrowed. "Are
you jealous?"

"What?"

He smiled slow and knowing. "What's the matter, Cameron? You want a ride?"

"No." She answered quickly. "No, thank you."

"Always polite, even when you imply an insult." House sighed. "Your loss.
It's a sweet ride."

"I'll take your word for it."

He got up and started toward her, his eyes intent as he drew closer,
refusing to let her look away. He stopped, standing next to her, and
leaned in, his breath warm on her ear. "I guess you'll have to."

**

Cameron cursed under her breath and wiped her cheek with the back of her
hand, smearing the grease stain worse than it had been. "Damn it."

The air reverberated with a low purr as House pulled up beside her in the
Corvette. "Problems?"

"My car won't start."

"Hmmm." He ran his hands over the steering wheel, stroking it slowly. "I'd
offer you a ride, but you're ethically opposed."

"I never said I was..." She clamped her lips together, cutting herself
off. "I don't suppose you know anything about cars?"

"I know how to drive, though Wilson will tell you that's questionable." He
reached over and unlocked the passenger's door. "Get in. I'll drive you to
a garage."

"I can just call someone."

"You could, but it's after midnight, so the chances of someone showing up
are low, not to mention the fee for their services might be a bit steep
for you. There's also the downside of waiting here at your car in the
garage all alone." He patted the seat next to him. "Get in."

"I'd rather not."

"And I'd rather not spend the rest of the night arguing with you...at
least not here. So get in the car and I'll drive you home. You can call
the tow truck or repairman tomorrow." One of the overhead lights went out
with a loud click and House raised an eyebrow. "You going to get in?"

She climbed in, casting a sidelong glance at him. "It's against my better
judgment."

"Anything involving me should be. After all, I can barely walk on my leg
and you're asking me to use it to control a 2000 pound machine." He
laughed manically. "Scared yet?"

"I'm not afraid of you."

His face stilled, his eyes searching. "You probably should be."

"Well, I'm not." She stared out the windshield. "I live on..."

"I know where you live." He revved the engine, watching her as her breath
caught and she looked at him. "I make it a point to know things about my
employees. So you can feel vindicated in the disastrous state of my ethics
and still go for a ride." He reached over her and grabbed the seat belt,
the back of his hand glancing across her stomach. She reacted, muscles
clenching. "Buckle up."

"It's going to be a bumpy night?"

"Are you criticizing my driving, Dr. Cameron?" He settled back in his seat
and put the car in gear. "Because I assure you, I'm an expert behind the
wheel."

"You proclaiming yourself an expert?" She scoffed. "I find that hard to
believe."

"You're just angry because you know I'm always right."

"You weren't right to take this car."

"Ethics are such questionable things. You say that I'm wrong to take the
car. I say that I was right to take it, as it didn't do anything to affect
the treatment I gave or the outcome of the situation. I say I was right
because if I hadn't taken it, it would have been construed as a slur
against Joey and his brother and would have a bad leg and broken kneecaps,
not to mention a horse's head in my bed."

"Why would that matter? You've already got a horse's ass there."

"Ouch." He gave her an approving smile and waggled his eyebrows. "Been
saving that one?"

She fought her smile. "For a while."

"Very nice."

She blushed and turned her head to hide the smile she could no longer
fight. "Just drive."

**

House pulled the car to a stop and set the parking break, propping one arm
on the edge of the door and letting his wrist rest on top of the steering
wheel. Cameron looked over at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "What
are you doing?"

"Getting some air."

"It's a convertible."

House ignored her. "So, Foreman informs me that you're over your crush on
me."

Her jaw dropped slightly before she snapped her mouth shut, her arms
tightening around her. "He what?"

"Chase seconded the notion. It's very sweet to see them ganging up on the
cripple to stick up for you. I was suitably cowed." He turned his head to
look at her. "And relieved."

"Relieved?"

"Ah," he pressed his lips together and nodded. "A lie then."

"What?"

He shrugged and let his head fall back against the headrest. "If it wasn't
a lie, you'd have been angry that they said anything. As it is, you're
upset that I'm relieved." He turned his head and looked at her. "Which
means that you either lied to them to save face or they're lying for you
to save the big bad doctor from hurting your feelings."

"You don't hurt my feelings."

"I hurt everyone's feelings." He smiled. "Pride myself on it actually." 

"No wonder you're always at the top of everyone's pick for Physician of
the Year." She unhooked her seatbelt and put her hand on the door handle.
"I'm just going to walk."

He reached across her again without looking at her, his quick movements
surprising her as his hand closed around hers, refusing to let her open
the door. "Don't."

"Don't what? Don't walk? Don't sit here and be insulted? Don't listen to
you belittle me for making the colossal mistake of actually having
feelings for you?"

He turned his head and met her angry gaze. "Don't go."

Cameron stilled for a moment, slowly relaxing back against the seat. She
pursed her lips together, small frown lines forming just between her
eyebrows. "Why am I here?"

"Is this some existential thing? I'm not good at those."

"Wait a minute, did you just admit there's something you're not good at?"

House shrugged. "There are lots of things I'm not good at. Football.
Soccer. Climbing. Humility." He held out a hand, palm up. "Discovering the
divine purpose of life on earth." 

"Well, definitely not humility."

He smiled up at the sky. "Admit it. You like the car."

"The car is..."

"Amazing? Incredible? Sweet?"

"An obvious sign of a midlife crisis."

"Funny, that's what Wilson said about you." Cameron turned sharply and
looked at him, his head back, his smile almost a grimace. "Damn. I really
wasn't supposed to say that last part."

"Is that what I am?"

"Personally, I like to think of you as an exercise in restraint. I
restrain from doing anything untoward. You restrain from straddling me on
my desk chair..."

"You want me to straddle you?"

His mouth curled into an honest smile. "You don't have to sound quite so
horrified."

"I'm not. I mean..." She turned in her seat and crossed her arms over her
chest. "You said you didn't like me."

"And you believed me, which means you either wanted to believe me or you
didn't really believe me and are just waiting for the chance to call my
bluff. Either way it's bound to be messy."

"Messy?"

"I don't," he paused and pressed his mouth closed, breathing out slowly,
"I don't date people I work with."

"We went out..."

"That wasn't a date. A date doesn't involve monster trucks unless you're
two guys seriously repressing homosexuality...and I'll thank you not to
bring up the fact that I was originally going with Wilson, because that
wasn't a date either. But I don't. Date. At all, really, but people I work
with in general. It's bad for morale. Not mine, mind you, since I'm
usually less of a bastard if I'm getting laid on a regular basis, but the
rest of the team tends to get annoyed and see preferential treatment where
there's really just mutual sexual harassment."

"Are you asking me out?"

He laughed and turned to look at her, his eyes dark. "Is that what it
sounds like?"

"Coming from you? Yes."

"Maybe I am."

"But you don't date people you work with."

"No."

"And we work together."

"Right." He tapped the steering wheel with his thumbs. "Quite the
conundrum, huh?"

"Should I quit?"

"That really would be ideal. I mean..." He didn't stop talking as she
leaned in and kissed him, the words moving against her lips as she licked
at his mouth, sliding her tongue inside. 

She pulled back and looked at him, eyes wide with a mixture of surprise
and arousal. "Shut up, House."

"You only get to say that because I want a chance to feel your tits."

"If you shut up," she kissed him again softly, reaching down to unfasten
his seatbelt as well, "you might get the chance."

"You really think I have the capacity to shut up when essentially you're
going to do something deliciously naughty to me?" He tangled his hand in
her hair and pulled her closer, inhaling her soft breath. "Because that's
not going to happen. Tits or no tits."

She smiled and kissed him again, angling closer as her hand dropped to his
shirt and began undoing the buttons. 

"Besides, if I shut up, you're likely to forget who you're with. And I
wouldn't want that."

"You think I could mistake you for someone else?" She leaned to the left
and licked his earlobe. "You think I might suddenly realize the person I'm
doing...what did you call it? Deliciously naughty things to some
misanthrope and not the nice young doctor I thought I was hijacked by?"

"It's possible."

She bit his earlobe and then licked it, blowing a sliver of air against
his ear. "Not likely."

"Because I'm one of a kind?"

"Because," she finished with his shirt and leaned over, licking the slight
rise of his nipple through his dark blue t-shirt, "I plan on watching you
when I straddle you."

"Well," House swallowed hard and fought to keep his eyes open, watching
her. "Mark that as my favorite position then."

She planted kisses on his stomach as she leaned further forward, reaching
for the side of his seat and pulling the small lever and sending his seat
reclining. He made a soft sound as she pulled his t-shirt free of his
jeans, running the palms of her hands over the tangle of hair on his
abdomen. 

"You know, a little of this aggression wouldn't hurt in our group
discussions."

She looked up with a smile. "You want me to do this to you in front of
Chase and Foreman?"

House groaned. "That wasn't quite what I meant."

She unfastened his belt. "You're talking shop while I'm doing this then?"
His zipper slid down. "That might be construed as offensive, you know."

"Not how it was meant."

She tugged at his jeans and boxer briefs and he braced his feet on the
floor of the car and angled his hips up enough for her to slide them down.
"How did you mean it then?" She didn't give him time to respond as she
wrapped her hand around his erection. "If you didn't want me to put on a
show for the boys and you didn't mean to talk about work, what exactly,
Dr. House, did you mean?"

He watched her as she released him and reached beneath her skirt, easing
out of an iridescent slip of fabric. His voice, when he spoke, was rough.
"You've just turned into the veritable kitten with a whip, haven't you?"

"I think our first time is a little soon for the whip," she informed him
as she straddled him, skirt hiked up around her thighs. "Don't you?"

"Who are you, and what have you done with Cameron?" He groaned as she slid
down around him; hot, wet flesh alive and pulsing against his cock.
"Because you didn't learn this in a self-help book."

"You expected me to be a mouse?" She asked him as she began moving, her
hands on his shoulders as she rolled his hips. "Shy and retiring Cameron
lying there on her back like sex is a duty?"

"I just didn't expect to open the Barbie box and get Dominatrix Cameron.
Not, mind you," he tangled his fingers in the fabric of her skirt, "that
I'm complaining."

Her knees dug against his thighs as they rocked together, the pressure
heightening his pain and pleasure in turn. "When I want something, I get
it."

"So I see." He groaned as her muscles constricted. "And feel."

"I wanted to be a doctor, and I got it. I wanted to work with you, and I
got it." Her breathing shortened and her body tightened. "I wanted you."
She came hard and fast, her hips still rolling and moving in time with
his. "I got you."

House nodded silently, his eyes closed as he leaned into her, his head
against her chest as his climax rocked through him. His nails dug into his
palms through the fabric of her skirt and he gasped several breaths as his
stubble rasped against her silk shirt. He froze for a long moment against
her then fell back against the seat, eyes still closed, his chest rising
and falling rapidly. 

Cameron watched him with a small, satisfied smile quirking his lips,
though her eyes narrowed as he raised his hands. She loosed a small shriek
as he grasped her breasts, squeezing them both gently but firmly. "Yeah,
but you said I couldn't grab your tits unless I shut up, but I did."

"I was being nice." 

"No," he shook his head as she eased off of him carefully. "You're just
hoping I'll be distracted by your...bounty, that I won't realize that you
took the distributor cap off your engine so that you'd be stranded and
need a ride."

"How did you..." She shook her head. "Never mind."

He arched his hips once more and pulled his jeans up. "You still need a
ride home?"

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. "You could come up."

"I don't date people I work with."

"I don't want to date you tonight."

"You will in the morning."

"That would depend on how good the sex was."

House smiled and chuckled softly as he started the car. "I'll drop you at
home."

  
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