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((reposted from LiveJournal))



Lately, she's been tempted to call Cuddy or Wilson, just to hear a familiar voice and talk about House with someone who knows him. Damping down that temptation was generally easy, because she couldn't very well call from work or from bed with House. That would be weird. That didn't mean she stopped thinking about doing it.

She wanted to hear their voices and their million questions about how House was doing. But, at the same time, she wanted to keep him to herself. She liked being the person he came to at night, after work when he needed someone - at least, that's what she told herself when he showed up. She liked having sex with him. He was amazing in bed - despite the leg, or maybe in spite of it.

He talks to her. Not the way most people would assume, but in his own way. And she's beginning to understand him better. She knows when to back off and leave him alone - most of the time - and she knows when to push him to get the answers she wants. With House, one only has to push 'too hard' once to get that lesson down.

That, though, was only when they were alone. At work she could be as pushy as she wanted. House wants that. He thrives on it.

She had been highly amused by the reactions from the two other doctors House had hired for the team. Excellent doctors, but a little stiff. They had nearly jumped out of their chairs the first time Cameron had argued with House about a diagnosis. Their astonished faces nearly had her in hysterics, but she maintained her professionalism... until House sent them off to draw blood and run tests on the patient, then she couldn't help it - especially after House's rude, but witty comment about their reaction.

Maybe a little of House was starting to rub off on her.