Tickle Me Pink Chapter 1

A/N: My first House fic, I noticed that there weren't enough Chase/Cameron fics so I decided to write one. Feel free to tell me what you think, and where I should go with it. BTW -I own nothing.

Why did he have to be right? Cameron had dismissed Chase when he had told her that unless the sex sucked, they'd inevitably do it again. So those weren't his exact words but she got the message just fine. Needless to say, Chase had been right. Now, almost three months later, with the threat of HIV cleared up Cameron was sitting on her couch wrapped in a silky robe while Chase lay asleep in her bed.

Cameron got up and crossed quietly to the kitchen and heated a mug of water in the microwave for tea. Eyes focused on the microwave she didn't see Chase walk into the room.

He squeezed her waist gently as a hello. To his surprise she squealed and jumped about a foot in the air.

"Sorry," Chase said, confused "I didn't mean to scare you."

Her face melted into a warm smile. "You didn't scare me, you just seem to have forgotten my ticklish spot," she said, almost embarrassed about it.

"Oh, so that's what that squeaking was, and here I thought it was your bed," he replied with amusement.

She just gave him a look and got her cup out of the microwave and dropped a tea bag into it. Both walking over to the couch and merely enjoying the other's company they sat silently for a few minutes.

"Chase?" Cameron asked as she began to fidget with his hand, something she did often out of boredom or nervousness.

"Yeh?"

"Where are we going with this? I mean, is this just meaningless sex, or…" She trailed off, hoping he knew what she was asking.

He had known this question was going to come up; it was inevitable, especially since their dating relationship started, well, when Cameron wasn't of her best judgment. "Cam, I care about you, a lot. I know we had a… different start, but I thought that was behind us." He lifted her jaw and brought her eyes to his.

"I know," she said with a sigh. She let out a yawn, rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes, satisfied at the moment with his answer.

Staring down at her, asleep in his lap, Chase finally realized just how much he cared for her. Moving a piece of her hair away from his face he couldn't help but think that he could stay this way with her for way longer than he ever liked to think about. Shaking the thought away he, too, closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Going to work was no fun for either Chase or Cameron, though some days were good. Actually, it wasn't the work part that sucked, it was House. Everybody already knew about Chase and Cameron, but House being House always had a word to add, or some smart-alec comment about it.

They were all waiting at the conference table waiting for Chase. He and Cameron took their own cars, though they usually ended up back at her place anyway. As Chase walked in House felt the need to comment, "Why don't you two just save some gas and take the same car?"

Cameron glanced up at Chase and gave him a wry smile.

After a brief discussion, Cameron and Chase headed towards the clinic.

"What took you so long getting here?" She asked once they boarded the elevator.

"Traffic," he said as they began to move. He smiled mischievously and pressed the elevator's stop button.

Cameron raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"This," he walked over to her and carefully placed a hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. Though they were at work they let things get a little more intense. After a minute Chase moved his hands from her back to her waist. A kiss on the neck from Cameron caused him to reflexively squeeze her sides.

Again she screeched loudly and wriggled away. Chase covered his laugh with his hand.

"You have got to stop doing that," she said in mock frustration. "It's not funny Chase," she added, holding back her own laughter. It was funny to her that he thought it was so hilarious that she was ticklish.

"What's not funny? This?" he said and quickly squeezed the left side of her waist.

Once again she squirmed and let out a high-pitched squeak.

"Okay, last time, I swear," he said.

"Better be," she said and kissed him once more before deciding that they should get down to the clinic.

"Um- see you later." Chase said and got off the elevator.

After about 6 hours of clinic duty Cameron decided to call it a day and head home early for once. She pressed the button for the elevator and was tempted to take the stairs when she saw that House was on the elevator. Reluctantly, she got on.

"House," she said politely.

"Mrs. Chase," he said in a tone that could be mistaken for nice.

She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore him.

"So, when's the wedding?" House continued on his quest to annoy her.

"Why are you so bitter when other people are happy?" She blurted.

Before he could respond, the elevator doors opened and she stepped out.

Later on that night Cameron was trying to read a book without thinking about House. She heard the door open and knew it was Chase. "Good, you're home," she blurted out without thinking. 'Did I really just say home?' she thought and hoped he didn't notice.

No such luck. "Home, huh?" he asked, and silently admitted that he liked the sound of it. "What's wrong?" he asked upon noticing her facial expression.

"Rough day," she replied, vaguely.

"House?" he ventured a guess, he knew that she sought his approval, whether that was right or wrong, he didn't know.

"He's such a jerk, why can't he just be glad, or better yet just shut his mouth for once." By now she was getting worked up and pacing back and forth in her living room.

"Hey, calm down," he said and put his hand on her shoulders to make her stay still. "Why do you care so much about what he thinks?" he asked.

She said nothing, just stared at him and willed him to understand.

"Okay. Let's think about something else," he suggested and led her to the bed, he could tell she was exhausted.

They both climbed under the covers and Cameron rested her head in the crook of his arm. "Ever wonder what you'll be doing 5 years from now?" Chase absently asked her while twirling a strand of her hair around his finger.

"Yeh, all the time," she replied. "Every time I think about it I'm always doing something different though."

"Always saw you as the type to have a concrete plan," he replied.

"I gave up on my plan," she admitted.

Knowing that she probably didn't want him to press the issue further he went over what exactly she could mean. He knew that she had lost somebody; she tried to hide it, however unsuccessfully. Deciding not to mull over the topic Chase kissed her on the forehead and drifted off to sleep.