A/N: Okay, so mixed reviews on my last one-shot. PWP..I tried it. I might try it again, who knows? Anyway, here's something the lovely Hughville suggested I write when I told her I felt like writing some Hameron smut from season 1-2. So, thanks! :) Hope you guys like it as much as I liked writing it.

Disclaimer: Characters and bits of the script from "Love Hurts" are property of David Shore and FOX.

Ravioli and Puttanesca

"I've got a case of malt liquor stashed in the trunk, Mr. Marvin Gaye on the CD, we are going to get all the way down."

House smiled to himself as he drove to Cameron's to pick her up for their date. I can't believe I'm doing this, he thought as he glanced down at the corsage sitting on the passenger seat. It was only going to be one date as far as he was concerned so he figured the corsage would serve as a reminder of that one night. He agreed to take her on a date, he didn't say it was going to be good.

He pulled the Corvette into an empty space in front of her building, entered the main lobby and found her apartment at the end of the hall.

The familiar sound of wood knocking against wood sent Cameron's nervousness into overdrive. Smoothing out her hair and then her dress, she answered the door and her breath hitched. He looked absolutely gorgeous standing there in the hall. His blue eyes appeared even more blue with the shirt he wore, and he even had on a jacket and tie. When she glanced down she saw he was wearing actual pants, not jeans, and black leather shoes.

House was equally impressed by what he saw. She had her hair in waves, falling over her shoulders and a black dress which showed off every curve, yet was very conservative.

"Ready to go?" he asked her.

"Yes," she nodded as she grabbed her purse and locked the door behind her. He offered her his arm and they walked to his car. "Wow, very nice. Is this the gift from the Arnello brothers?"

"Yep," he said as he opened the door for her to get in. He'd already hidden the corsage under his seat beforehand. Once he was seated behind the wheel, he reached for it and cleared his throat, which had suddenly become tighter. "I um..thought you might like this."

Cameron looked at the pale pink rose in the plastic box and almost wanted to cry. It was the last thing she expected from him.

He opened the box and she leaned over into the light of the dashboard so he could see what he was doing as he pinned it above her left breast. The sexual electricity was charged as he deftly put the long pin through the fabric to keep it in place. She looked down at it in awe and then back at him, staring into those brilliant blue eyes.

Oh, what she wouldn't give to see those eyes in action as he was making love to her…

But he moved back and started the car, the engine roaring to life. He had the top up because it was breezy out, but also because he thought she wouldn't want her hair to get messed up. Some women were very sensitive about things like that. At least Stacy was back in the day when her friend had a convertible.

Stop comparing Cameron to Stacy! He chastised himself as he drove in silence to the restaurant. It was a short ride and when he pulled up to the curb, a valet took his keys.

They were seated in the middle of the restaurant and House noticed her admiring the corsage again, as she gently touched it. "It's beautiful. And you look very handsome," she said with a smile.

"Thank you."

Great, awkwardness has already set in, he thought as he studied her, trying to figure out what to say next. "Nice earrings."

She touched her ear. "My mom's. Thank you."

Then he looked down at her shoes. "Nice shoes. Comfortable?"

Oh here we go, she inwardly groaned. Now he's trying to make useless small talk. This is going from bad to worse! "I'm not expecting you to be someone you're not."

"We're in a restaurant, we're dressed up, we're eating. If not small talk, what is there?"

Talk is cheap! Sex works for me! She almost grinned, but put down the wine list she was blankly staring at. "According to Freud, and I'm paraphrasing, instinct of love toward an object demands a mastery to obtain it, and if a person feels they can't control the object or feel threatened by it, they act negatively toward it. Like an eighth-grade boy punching a girl."

House chuckled to himself. "I treat you like garbage, so I must really like you. Given your Freudian theory, what does it mean if I start being nice to you?"

"That you're getting in touch with your feelings."

"Hmm. So there's absolutely nothing I can do to make you think that I don't like you."

She smiled knowingly at him. "Sorry, no. I have one evening with you, one chance, and I don't want to waste it talking about what wines you like or what movies you hate. I want to know..how you feel...about me."

You asked for it, he thought as he shifted uncomfortably. "You live under the delusion that you can fix everything that isn't perfect. That's why you married a man who was dying of cancer. You don't love, you need. And now that your husband is dead, you're looking for your new charity case. That's why you're going out with me. I'm twice your age, I'm not great looking, I'm not charming, I'm not even nice. What I am is what you need. I'm damaged."

He picked up his menu, leaving Cameron to think, and they shared an uncomfortable silence until the waiter came to take their orders. House ordered a fine bottle of Italian wine, Cameron requested the ravioli and he ordered the puttanesca. When the garlic bread came, they both reached at the same time, his hand brushing against hers and they looked at each other. It felt like an electric current zapped through both of them and he dropped the piece of bread back into the basket.

"Hungry, House?" Cameron smirked.

"Very. But chivalry isn't dead. Ladies first."

She flashed him a smile as she took the piece he dropped and he grabbed another one for himself.

The rest of the dinner went by all too fast for her liking. They made idle chit-chat about Harvey's surgery the next morning and about other things. Before she knew it, she was back in House's Corvette and he was driving her home.

DO something! Invite him in! Make him a coffee or something. Anything! Her inner voice screamed as he parked the car.

"It's still early. Would you like some coffee? Or maybe a Scotch?"

House glanced at his watch and saw that it was only 10 pm. A drink couldn't hurt. "Sure."

He limped around to her side and opened the door for her. She took his offered hand and a shiver went up her spine. His hand was warm and dry and he didn't let go of hers as they went into her building.

"So what'll it be? Coffee or Scotch?" she asked him as she kicked off her heels and headed for the kitchen.

"Both," he called after her as he took off his jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. Then he perused her book collection. Most of it was fiction and romance but there were some medical books thrown in for good measure. Then he made his way to her stereo and put the radio on to a nice relaxing Jazz station.

"Lived here long?" he called out to her as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

"A couple of years."

Cameron came into the living room with a tumbler of Scotch for him and a glass of red wine for herself. "Coffee will be ready in a few minutes. I wasn't sure if you wanted ice in your glass or not."

"This is perfect."

They sipped their drinks in an uncomfortable silence until the coffee maker beeped to signify it was ready. House followed her into the kitchen and found the sugar in a cupboard while she took some half and half out of the fridge.

"Tomorrow should be interesting," House said softly as he stirred his coffee idly.

Cameron winced. "I'm not looking forward to the third degree. You know everyone is going to be grilling us on how it went." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I'm so sorry. This was a bad idea. I never should've put you in that position."

House cocked his head to one side. "If I didn't want to take you out, I would've just said no and let you take that job with Yule at Jefferson."

"But you wanted me to come back," she pointed out.

"It's not the same without you around. And Chase can't make coffee for shit."

"Oh..so you just want me for my coffee making skills then?" she teased as he took a sip of his coffee and sighed.

"Amazing coffee making skills," he corrected. "So, I've held up my end of the bargain. You have to come back now."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to sabotage our date by saying all that crap at dinner."

"It wasn't crap."

Cameron took a step closer and put her coffee cup on the counter. "I don't want to fix you, House. I don't know where you got that impression. I don't pity you because of your leg and I think you're perfect just the way you are. I was in love with my late husband. We were happy, even if it was for a short time. And I take comfort in the fact that he didn't die alone, or unloved. Because everyone deserves to be loved, House. Even you."

She slid her hands up his chest and placed them on his shoulders. He was considerably taller than she was so she was standing on her tip toes. "Can't you let me in, Greg?"

House winced at the mention of his first name. Not because he didn't like it, but because it was the first time she'd ever called him that and he liked it. A lot.

He cleared his throat and looked at her with so much intensity it made her heart pound in her chest. "Are you sure you want in?"

She nodded. "I want to know the side of you that nobody else gets to see."

"I'll probably end up hurting you. I'll say something and it'll drive you away."

"It'll take more than a few harsh words to send me running."

"I'm misanthropic, crippled and…"

She placed her finger to his lips to stop him from talking. "Greg, shut up."

"Make me," he challenged.

He certainly wasn't expecting her to grab him and crash her lips to his and it knocked him off balance. Her lips were so soft and inviting that he found himself responding in ways he never imagined. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip and her mouth opened under his willingly as he slipped it inside. She tasted of wine and coffee but her mouth was so warm he felt like he was in heaven. He wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and slid one hand up her back to tangle in her soft brown hair as he held the back of her head to deepen the kiss.

This was the Greg House she wanted, fantasized and dreamed about for months. God, he was an amazing kisser. She could have spent the entire night just kissing him in her kitchen but she knew he wouldn't be able to do that for much longer. Slowly breaking the kiss, she took his hands and led him out of the kitchen and down the hall. He didn't say anything, just followed her. Once they were in the darkness of her bedroom, House turned her around to face away from him. She felt his hands slide down her sides and over her hips. Then she heard the zipper at the back of her dress being lowered and felt his lips softly kissing the exposed skin until the zipper was at the bottom and her dress slipped off and pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of it and he pulled her against him, letting the bulge of his erection brush up against her back.

He placed hot kisses down the back of her neck and across her shoulders as his hands slid across her stomach and caressed her breasts through the silky fabric of her bra.

"Take it off," he whispered in her ear, sending shivers of excitement down her spine. She reached behind her and unclasped it, letting the straps slowly slide down her arms and drop to the floor. She felt oddly exposed, yet amazingly aroused at the same time. His hands were so warm as he cupped each breast and gently played with her nipples. She let a soft moan escape and leaned back against his chest, wrapping her arm around his neck.

House kissed behind her ear and down her neck as his hands slid down again and hooked into the waistband of her matching black bikini underwear.

"Did you wear these for me?" he whispered as he slipped his hand inside and teased the soft curls there.

"Mmm.."

He turned her around to face him and they kissed again. Her hands slid up his chest and she saw that he'd already taken off his tie. She unbuttoned his shirt and was in awe of his amazingly sculpted chest muscles and couldn't resist running her hands over it. His nipples seemed to be an erogenous zone because his breath hitched and he closed his eyes as she leaned forward and slowly ran her tongue in a circle over each one. His hips bucked against hers and she could feel the fullness of his erection through his pants. His blue shirt fell to the floor next to her dress and they rubbed their chests together. His body was so warm, as was hers and it was all he could do to stop himself from taking her right then. But his leg was starting to ache so he moved them over to the bed and popped a couple of Vicodin.

"I want you so much," she whispered as she pulled him onto the bed with her. She unbuckled his belt and undid his pants but he froze when she tried to help him pull them off.

The scar. She'd surely see it and the last thing he wanted was looks of pity from her.

Sensing his doubt, she gently touched his face. "House, I don't care about your scar. It's okay. I'm not going to run away screaming."

He nodded and pushed his pants down and tossed them on the floor. His boxer shorts stayed on for the time being as he stretched out next to her. They kissed leisurely and explored each other's bodies, taking their time to discover and delight in the different sensations. It amazed him how soft her skin was. Like satin. He couldn't resist kissing and touching it.

Cameron was just as impressed with House's body. He was in very good shape and it showed. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him that she could tell. His upper body was very nicely sculpted and it was turning her on. Hell, everything about Greg House turned her on. His good body was just an added bonus. Not to mention she was dying to see what he was hiding within his boxers. She let her hand drift down his chest over the bulge in his shorts and he let out a moan. Her small hand continued to rub and stroke him until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Mm..Cameron..if you keep that up..I won't last very long."

She smiled at him and pulled him closer for a kiss as she began pushing his shorts past his hips before he took over and pulled them the rest of the way off. Then he peeled off her panties and tossed them aside. He kissed her neck, her throat, each of her breasts before moving down her stomach. She glanced down to see what he was doing and as soon as she felt his scruff against her inner thighs, she arched her back in surprise. All of a sudden she was incredibly wet and all he'd done was kiss her thigh.

But when his tongue lapped at her core with one long stroke, she twitched and buried her fingers in his hair.

"Oh..my God.."

"You can call me Greg," he whispered before giving her another long lick with even more pressure than before. He loved the smell and taste of her, and it was almost as if he couldn't get enough. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer to his face in order to devour her completely, opening her up with his fingers and plunging his tongue deep inside until she screamed his name and came hard. It was just the first of many orgasms he planned on giving her that night. She wanted a date to remember, he was damn well going to make sure she got it.

Cameron was still coming down from her orgasmic high when he kissed his way back up her body, paying special attention to her breasts and then finally arriving at her mouth. His tongue danced with hers until they had to come up for air and she smiled up at him.

He smiled down at her before playfully kissing the tip of her nose and then nuzzled her neck behind her ear.

"So beautiful," he whispered in her ear as he shifted his weight onto his good leg and hovered over her. "I hate to be a killjoy here but..do you have..?"

"Top drawer," she said, her voice breathless as she pointed to the night stand. House reached over and fished around until he found the foil packet. Ripping the seal with his teeth, she took it from him and very slowly rolled it down his length, making him even more stiff in the process.

His hand slipped down between her legs once more, making sure she was ready for him and wasn't surprised to find that she was more than ready.

He moved into position and pressed himself against her entrance.

Cameron's eyes fluttered shut as she wrapped her arms around his neck and spread her legs even more for him. He looked down at her beautiful face and began to move slowly within her, pulling all the way out and then back in just as slowly.

"You feel so good…" she murmured into his shoulder as she wrapped her leg around him in order to pull him in deeper. "Oh…please…harder…"

House gave her what she wanted, delighted in hearing her moans of pleasure with each thrust. He wanted her to come first and he could tell it wouldn't be long. Her inner walls were already strangling his cock and she was panting. Her nails dug into his shoulders and he knew he'd have scratches there the next day but he didn't care.

He eased off a little, tormenting her, delaying her orgasm as long as possible until she was begging him to go faster.

"Please..Greg…fuck me…harder…"

"You like it hard?"

"Yesss…"

"Are you sure?" he teased as he smiled down at her. The look on her face was both euphoric and frustrated at the same time and he couldn't help but chuckle just a little bit.

"God damnit, House! Just fuck me! Fuck me now!"

That was his undoing. With one swift move, he pulled out, flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees and slammed into her from behind.

"Greg!" she screamed in surprise. He grabbed a handful of her hair and used it as leverage as he rode her hard and fast. Pulling almost all the way out and then slamming into her again until he was close himself.

"Cameron…oh..fuck!!" he groaned as he exploded into her with one last blinding thrust and collapsed against her.

After he collected himself, he limped to the bathroom, disposed of the latex protection and popped one more Vicodin. His watch told him it was just reaching midnight and he was exhausted.

"Stay here tonight," Cameron's sleepy voice said in the darkness as she pulled the covers back and climbed into bed. She didn't have to ask him twice. He pulled his boxer shorts back on and slipped under the covers next to her.

"What'll we tell the guys tomorrow?" she whispered as she rested her cheek against his shoulder and ran her fingers through the hair on his chest.

"Whatever you want. I wasn't planning on saying anything. It's nobody's business. As far as they're concerned it was just dinner. That's all they need to know."

Cameron nodded. She wasn't the type to kiss and tell either so if House wanted to keep it on the down low, she was more than okay with that.

"Wilson isn't just going to let it go at that, though," she pointed out.

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. But we'll keep the mind-blowing sex to ourselves. I don't share."

Cameron smiled at that and closed her eyes, sleep rapidly overcoming her.