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  Bored Meeting 
 by phineyj  

 She was going to make him pay, and pay big, for that. Cameron fumed,
inwardly, as House's most recent remark hung uneasily in the dry air of
the PPTH board room. On being asked what her role was in his team, he had
replied," eye candy, mostly." Cuddy sighed loudly, glared at him, glanced
apologetically at Richard, the auditor and said, "Moving on..."

Cameron wouldn't have even been at this incredibly boring finance meeting,
if Foreman and Chase hadn't suddenly, conveniently found urgent things
they needed to do right away. The first she'd known about it was when
Cuddy had found her in the clinic that morning and said, "Cameron, you'll
be happy to attend an audit meeting later on, won't you?" in a tone that
suggested resistance was futile. 

She wasn't sure what means Cuddy had used to ensure House's presence -
like he could care less how much his department was overspent by - but
Cameron had a sneaking suspicion it might mean she was covering a lot more
of his clinic hours next week.

They'd started dating just over three months ago, and it was going
surprisingly well, outside work hours at least. But once in the hospital,
his behavior to her was as impossible as ever, and she didn't dare
retaliate too much. Foreman was giving them both meaningful looks, as it
was. 

And to make things worse today, they'd been making the best use of the
time available before the alarm clock went off...Cameron shivered as she
was suddenly struck by a powerful sense memory of exactly how good it had
felt at six this morning, kneeling over House's face, being held open by
his strong hands on her thighs as he sucked on her clit. She'd been
clutching onto the headboard with sweaty palms, trying not to think about
whether the noise she was making was going to rouse his neighbors,
when...House got a page summoning him to the hospital as soon as possible.


The noise of rustling paper roused Cameron from her daydream. She watched
House making a paper airplane out of his budget spreadsheet and an idea
struck her. Cuddy was still talking...restricted funds...blah...wastage...
blah...overuse of MRI machine...while the auditor, a mousy little man with
a neatly trimmed beard nodded and made notes on his clipboard. House
finished the plane, glanced thoughtfully from it, to Cuddy, and then left
it where it was, picking up his cup of coffee instead. 

Cameron slid as far forward as she could on the slippery leather covered
chair and kicked her shoes off as quietly as possible. They fell onto the
carpet with a soft thump. Cautiously, she stretched her right leg out as
far as it would go under the table and reached her foot forward until it
connected with a warm, solid mass. The reaction was pleasing. House choked
on his drink, spluttering drops onto the pristine white pages in front of
him. Cuddy paused in her delivery and glanced over at him, shaking her
head impatiently - he said "sorry," in pretty much his usual tone, and
looked back down at his papers. She continued.

Meanwhile, Cameron located her intended target, and started to circle her
big toe. House shot her a look of pure blue-eyed evil, and said, "Dr
Cuddy, Dr Cameron was just saying this morning that she had some ideas as
to how we could completely overhaul our billing procedures." Nice try,
House, Cameron thought. She had read the budget papers over lunch in case
called upon in the meeting, and felt quite up to expanding on the topic.
And she was very good at multi tasking. 

Cameron continued to curl her toes around House's cock, through his jeans,
as she explained her ideas; Cuddy seemed quite pleased with her - and
House was getting very hard indeed and beginning to look ever so slightly
distressed. Cameron added, innocently, "And Dr House mentioned an idea
about cost control for the clinic nursing schedules." Cuddy looked
extremely dubious but turned to him, and said, "Do go on." 

House made up some complete bullshit. Cameron was entertained to notice
that his voice was getting noticeably strained and his eyes were bugging
out a little. She increased the pressure, which made him start to cough.
The next thing she knew, he'd knocked his coffee over and a small lake of
liquid started to soak into the polished wood table. This gave him an
excuse to push his chair back, and look around ineffectually for help,
while he adjusted himself. 

"Oh, for goodness' sake!" cried Cuddy, producing a packet of tissues from
her bag and flinging them at House, hitting him on the nose. "I'm so
sorry," he said, in his best humble tone, "my reflexes are a little off
today; cripple, you know." He shot Cameron a sly, triumphant look. As far
as she had observed, his hand-eye co-ordination was as good as anyone's
she'd ever known. 

"Right, well, if you've quite finished, Dr House," said Cuddy, sounding
exasperated, "perhaps we might continue? If that's not too much trouble?"
Cameron looked down at her papers and pretended to take notes. She had
written a couple of words when she felt a sensation that made her squeak
and trail her pen down the page. That something felt a lot like....the
rubber ferrule on the end of a cane, making its way up her stocking-clad
thigh. 

`Sorry, paper cut," she apologized, as Cuddy gave her a funny look, and
House smirked. The cane continued to travel north up her leg. Cameron
shifted a little in her seat, considering her options. She could shove her
chair back, or change seats. But she wouldn't put it past House to draw
attention to her in some really embarrassing way. She didn't care what the
auditor thought of her; with luck, she would never see him again. But she
didn't want Cuddy to think she was an idiot. Besides, she was beginning to
feel distinctly turned on. 

The cane tip arrived in the centre of her panties and started to swivel
from side to side. Cameron pushed against it; she couldn't help herself.
Her nipples were rubbing painfully against her lab coat and she pulled it
closer around her. House was watching her intently from beneath lowered
lashes and she just knew what he was thinking. Build up of neuro-muscular
tension, check. Increase in heart rate and blood pressure and quickening
of breathing, check. Flush spreading over face and neck, yup. 

Oops. Cuddy had just asked her a question. Something to do with expense
codes. She looked over at House for a clue, but all she got was an
infinitesimal shrug. 

"Umm, could you clarify that for me?" Cameron said, weakly. House wasn't
letting up the pressure, and her voice had come out sounding breathy and
unlike its normal self. She could feel a trickle of sweat making its way
down her back in between her bra and her blouse. Her world was diminishing
to one bounded solely by the intruder between her legs, her death grip on
the edge of the table and the contact of her sore nipples against her
white coat. 

"Richard asked, do either of you actually know what departmental expense
codes are?" said Cuddy, sounding exasperated. Her voice seemed to be
coming from a long distance.

Cameron made a supreme effort to concentrate. She thought back to the days
before she and House were together, when she had pretended - quite
successfully, she thought - that his presence behind her in the lab or
brushing past her desk in the Diagnostics office had no physical effect on
her whatever. Unfortunately, that also reminded her of how, afterwards,
she used to have to invent excuses to run to the women's bathroom and
bring herself off.

Right now, she was getting desperate. She didn't think she could keep
quiet much longer, and was just contemplating paging herself and running
out the door, when the auditor's phone rang. He had the volume turned all
the way up, and the room resounded for a few seconds to the grating I've
got a Nokia and no imagination tune. House saw his chance, took it, and
all at once Cameron was coming, hard, riding the waves of her climax,
while biting her tongue to suppress the sounds she wanted to make. 

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Cameron stormed out of the board room, papers clutched to her chest, head
held high and cheeks and neck flushed crimson. Behind her, House got
slowly to his feet, a tiny smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
Cuddy gave him a long, considering stare, and then turned back to the
auditor. 

Cameron walked briskly along the corridor, not quite sure where she was
heading, apart from someplace far, far away from the board room. She
checked her watch and saw it was nearly five o'clock. That was it, she was
going home. She was going to take a long bath, watch mindless TV and try
to forget today ever happened. Those stockings were going in the trash.
And unless House was exceptionally nice to her for the rest of the week,
his cane was getting shoved somewhere the sun didn't shine.

  
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