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This is a continuation of my previous fan fic titled

"Cameron's Hidden Secret."

It picks up at the end of Chapter 33 and will work as a sort of bridge to the Epilogue.

I hope you enjoy!

CAMERON'S LITTLE PACKAGE

Chapter 1

"So, what "is" your answer about the sex?"

"You're a doctor, make me better," she told him, suddenly not feeling quite as nauseous as she had earlier.

"Whatever you say, green eyes."

The thought of making love to Cameron was actually a bit intimidating. House was as nervous as a school boy as he looked down at her delicate features. This was entirely new to him. He had never made love to a pregnant woman before and he was a little apprehensive. He didn't want to hurt her and he didn't want to do anything to harm the baby growing inside of her. And yet, being a doctor, he knew better. But this was different–this was Cameron. He watched her look back at him with a smile that convinced him everything was going to be alright.

Cameron reached to his neck and pulled him down to meet her kiss. Her urgency was overriding his apprehension and upon first touch, his tongue pressed into her mouth, searching, investigating, tantalizing. He moaned deeply as he rolled on top of her and she spread her legs to him immediately as his rigid member pressed intimately against her. Her hips began moving against him instantly, even through the silkiness of her hip hugging panties, and the cotton of his boxers, he could feel her heat, feel her wetness against him. His arms went around her, almost crushing her in his embrace as his mouth mated with hers. God, it had been so long since he held her in his arms.

"I. . .I don't want to hurt you," House breathed against her mouth before lifting himself slightly to look at her. He moved until he was sitting on his feet, but still pressed against her, his hands moving to hold onto her hips.

Cameron gazed at him, half in confusion, half in passion, before she understood his meaning and rocked herself against him again. "Oh, this isn't hurting one bit."

He half-smiled down at her as he pulled his t-shirt off, then reached down and pulled her nightshirt up over her head, tossing them both on the floor. Next came her panties that he lazily slipped over her long legs as he lifted them in front of himself, dropping a kiss on her calf before placing them back on the bed. He slipped the waistband of his boxers over his hips, then turned onto his back, allowing her to move to pull them the rest of the way from his body.

She glanced up from the middle of the bed, now in the same position he had been moments before as she sat on her feet along his side. He could see the sparkle in her eyes and knew what her plan was a second before it happened. Still, his body jerked in response as her head dropped and she ran her tongue along the entire length of his shaft. Automatically, his hands went into her hair, enjoying the caressing her talented mouth provided.

House leaned down and took her by the arms, gently pulling her up over him. She moved until she was resting on her elbows, her forearms lying on each side of his head as she gazed into those amazing blue eyes of his. He reached down until he held her bottom, then spread her legs around him.

"Do you know, that you ruined me for any other man, Dr. House?" She asked, leaning down and nipping at his chin. "For the last fifteen years, the memory of you has overshadowed everyone else."

"What are you talking about?"

"Your size is rather impressive."

"Are you saying that the wombat. . .," he started, but she put her fingers over his mouth and smiled at him.

"A toddler, comparatively speaking."

"Kiss me," he told her in a near growl that sent shivers through her, and upon feeling her body shudder, he smiled against her lips. "I don't think I'm going to get tired of this for a long time."

Upon his comment, she squeezed her legs tightly around his body until he laughed at her.

She reached down in a kiss, then bit his lower lip. His brief punishment given, she melted against him once more as he lifted her farther until her breasts were at his mouth and he feasted on their beauty. His hands maneuvered them as he kissed them, teased them until finally he took her nipples and alternatively bit and sucked them, increasing her breathing as she gently hugged his face, her position only allowing access to the top of his head as she leaned over him and kissed his hair.

Slowly, he moved with her until they were side-by-side and he looked at her, seeing everything he wanted to see as he looked into those green eyes. His fingers moved to her face, gently stroking her cheek, then running a single finger over her lips.

"God, you are so beautiful," he whispered before his mouth returned to hers and he reached down to lift her leg over his hip, gently pressing against her until he positioned himself and pushed inside of her, then turning with her until he was partially on top and he buried his length within her completely.

He took his time, for the first time that he could ever remember, he was careful in his lovemaking, gentle, slow, absorbing each sensation as they flowed over him, watching as each sensation flowed over her. He was receiving a new kind of satisfaction as he watched her face, seeing how simple touches would influence their awareness of one another. They moved together in a rhythm that was new for them, satisfying them both in a way they had never felt before. Simple caresses turned into something magnificent as they stroked hair and skin, exploring the other's body in a tenderness that was sending tingles through them, accelerating their awareness to a new level.

Finally when their senses and needs reached a maximum, their rhythms and forcefulness pushed them past the gentleness they had been practicing and in the end they were left panting against one another, both satisfied and tired as they caught their breath.

Throughout the rest of the night, they would nestle against one another, seeking the warmth and comfort they had denied one another for so long.