for Cameron

As if it wasn't bad enough that his leg hurt like a bitch, he was out of drugs, and pretty much hated his life, House also hadn't had sex since before he'd detoxed. Sure, he'd moved back in with Cameron, and sure, they were sharing a bed, but there had been no bed-appropriate activities (besides sleeping) - not even during the three days of temporary insanity in which she'd rebuffed his attempts to coax her into deep, meaningful love-making.

True, aside from those three days, House hadn't made so much as a move. But she was the one who'd kicked him out, and he was pretty sure that a big part of her was still pissed off at him. And frankly, he thought that if he came onto her she might kick him out. Which would be a very bad thing considering he had no idea what he'd do if he ended up homeless right now. He couldn't go back to Phedre's, she'd done enough. And... oh, yup, that pretty much exhausted his friend base.

... plus he wouldn't give Jack the satisfaction of getting his dog back if House ended up on the streets, so to speak.

So here he was, still in pain, extremely horny, and as he lay in bed with Cameron next to him reading a book, he was pretty sure he could see the outline of her nipples through her shirt.