[July 3][House M.D.][The Mystery of Women}

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Title: The Mystery of Women
Day/Theme: July 3
Series: House M.D.
Character/Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: PG-13

“How are we gonna go about this?”
“Simple. Same as always. We eat, sleep and work. Occasionally we do them together.”
“At the same time? That might get messy, what with the chinese take out boxes and blood samples waiting to be tested covering the bed.”
She liked it when he got all flustered about their “situation” as she knew he like to call it. She leaned over and kissed him. “Not to mention the “other” bodily fluids covering the bed.”

• • •

It had been a shitty week. They had lost a patient this week and Cuddy had given him an extra week of clinic duty for dropping water balloons off his balcony. Wilson had been there too. Why didn’t he get any extra clinic duty? And to top it all off things with Cameron had been weird. He was confused with this new situation he had gotten himself in. Sex was always nice to get, but usually you didn’t have to see the “sexee” the next day holding a specicem cup filled with who knows what. Not knowing how to act around her he either treated her too nicely or yelled at her for incompetitance. After that he had just avoided her all together. Great way to get a repeat performance in there buddy.

So he was surprised when he open his door Friday night to find her standing there with a canvas bag filled with groceries and a 6 pack of one of those girly imported micro brewed beers.
“I thought you were still mad at me for asking you if your medical degree was written in crayon?”
She handed him the beer and brushed past. “Doesn’t mean I’m not hungry.”
He stopped her advance further into his home with his cane. “How do you know I’m not busy tonight? Could have a hot date. Might put out if I’m lucky.”
She thought on it a second. “Old jazz records, BBC America and a bottle of scotch do not a big night make.” She pushed his cane out of her way and continued on to the kitchen. “Besides you need to give your wrist a break.”
He stood there looking at the beer in his hand. Wheat beer. Even her beer was healthy.
He called after her, “Am I to take hungry to mean horny as well?”
From down the hall he could hear the smile in her reply. “My hands are full, but my brain is flipping you off.”
House closes the door. Smirking and saying to himself in a sing-song voice. “I’m gonna get lucky.”