A/N: Hello again! So I decided to start the sequel to Not Gonna Crush You. This is the first chapter of I don't know how many. I'm not sure how long it's going to be or how it's going to end, but I will promise a happy ending :) So sit back and enjoy chapter 1 :) And I just wanna give a quick thanks to ILoveHLaurie and ShootingStar7123 for helping me bat ideas around.

Disclaimer: House doesn't belong to me, (unfortunately) he belongs to David Shore and Fox.

Chapter 1

So take me down slow and easy…

Make love to me slow and easy..

I know that hard luck and trouble are comin' my way,

So rock me till I'm burned to the bone..

House could hear the music as he approached the condo and it brought a smile to his face. Cameron always had a weakness for 80s metal. Especially the so-called "Hair" bands. The lyrics of the song made him laugh. The song couldn't have been more suitable. He quietly let himself in and spotted her in the kitchen doing a seductive dance with a kitchen utensil in hand as she sang at the top of her lungs.

"My heart is beating faster babe, beating like a big bass drum. You know you got me speeding, child. Faster than a bullet from a gun."

House came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist as he sang in her ear. "You're a superstitious woman, and I got a superstitious mind. And I don't care."

Cameron was startled at first but smiled as soon as he turned her around and smiled wickedly at her. "I never took you for a Whitesnake fan."

"David Coverdale was hot back then. He did things with his mic stand that just..weren't natural."

House laughed out loud. "You saw them live?"

"Yep. A couple of years ago when they toured with Dokken and Scorpions."

"Nice. Groupies are hot. Did you wear spandex and knee high boots and tease your hair so it looked like your finger was in a light socket?"

Cameron was laughing even harder. "Sometimes I think you know me too well."

"I'm certain of that, too," he grinned back at her. "Still have that stuff?"

"God no. It went to the homeless along with my endless pairs of acid wash jeans."

House snapped his fingers in mock disappointment. "Damn."

"Tell you what," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, "I'll get out my photo album after dinner and I'll show you my big hair pictures."

"Oh boy! I think I'm getting a woody. When's dinner?"

"Ten minutes. So go wash up and open the wine."

"Yes, doctor," he grinned back at her before heading to the bedroom to change.

They ate dinner as they did every evening, and discussed the fact that they didn't have a case. It had been almost a week now, and still nothing. Not that either of them minded too much. Cameron had no problem with doing both hers and House's clinic hours and he had no problem listening to his ipod or watching General Hospital with the coma guy.

They'd been living together for a few months. Cameron's apartment was still on the market and she was having a hard time selling it. Why, House couldn't know. It was a nice place.

However, it was good she still had it. In the few months that they'd been living together, she used it as an escape to get away from him when things got heated. Fortunately that only happened a couple of times.

The first time happened when she had full-blown PMS and they had a screaming match because he left some clothes on the bathroom floor. The second time was when he singled her out during a differential diagnosis and basically humiliated her in front of the boys.

But each time, neither of them brooded very long. Make-up sex, fabulous make-up sex, was always the cure-all for whatever started the fight in the first place.

After dinner, he helped her clear things away and then waited for her in the living room while he put on some music.

She came into the room carrying a photo album. "As promised," she grinned, dropping it on his lap with a thud.

"Ughh..this thing weighs a ton. Do you have the family jewels in here too?"

"You wish," she smirked as she curled up next to him and rested her head on his shoulder as they looked through the album together.

When they were done, House poured a glass of wine for her and a scotch for himself and joined her once again.

"You're restless tonight," she observed.

"Yeah. It's been almost a week. Where are all the sick fucks?"

Cameron laughed out loud, almost choking on her wine. "Well perhaps if you did your own clinic hours, you'd find some."

House arched an eyebrow at her. "Oh..well played, sir."

"Consider it the calm before the storm. I actually like it when it's like this. I have your complete undivided attention." She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and nuzzled his neck, giggling at how his scruff tickled her skin.

"I love you so much, Greg," she whispered before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Mmm," he mumbled something unintelligible as he kissed her back with a bit more heat. His lips were soft and she could taste the scotch he'd been drinking. He turned them on the couch so she was pinned underneath him and began removing her clothing until she was naked and he remained fully clothed.

"You're a little overdressed," she giggled as he began kissing her neck while she slid her hands underneath his T-shirt.

"In a hurry?" he whispered as he purposely nuzzled the valley between her breasts, leaving a red mark behind.

Cameron squealed and tried to get away but he held her hands down against the couch cushions and continued kissing downward. He stopped to dip his tongue into her belly button and she squealed again.

"House!"

"I thought you liked that," he laughed.

"I do."

"Good. Then just relax and enjoy."

As soon as she felt House's tongue at that juncture between her legs, she let out a long sigh and spread her legs wider for him

"That's it.." he whispered as he caressed her thighs and the backs of her knees. She could hear the sounds of his tongue lapping up her juices and she squirmed a little as the tip of his tongue teased her entrance.

"Oh God…House.."

He took that as a sign to continue and ran his tongue up and down slowly, but with enough pressure to make her come for the first time that evening.

Normally, he would've suggested they go to bed, but he was too hot and bothered. He had to have her right there. Getting himself undressed, she watched him with fascination as he stripped and sat back down, pulling her onto his lap.

"Bedroom?" she suggested as he buried his fingers in her hair. He shook his head, gripped her by the hips and brought her down onto his hard length.

They both moaned at the feelings that were rushing over them and he began thrusting up into her.

"Greg..Oh..God Greg..yesssss…you feel so good..unnghh.."

"Tell me…"

"I love the way you feel inside me. I love the way you hold me…kiss me…fuck me so hard that I come over and over again."

That turned House on even more and he pumped hard into her, making her scream as she came for the second time, and then a third.

"Oh God..you're gonna kill me, Greg. Soo…goood….fuck!"

House was close. He could feel the tightness before a big release and even though he didn't want it to end, he couldn't stand it anymore.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him and buried his face in her breasts as he gave a few more deep thrusts. He came so hard he saw stars behind his eyelids and he jolted back against the couch from the power of his orgasm.

"Fuck..that was amazing," he moaned as she carefully entangled herself from him and handed over the Vicodin. They collected their clothing, turned off the lights and went to bed. It wasn't that late, but House was exhausted and thoroughly sated, as was Cameron.

"Greg?" she asked in the darkness as they crawled into bed.

"Hmm?"

"Do you ever think about trying something other than Vicodin for your pain?"

"Of course I have. But Wilson won't give me anything else. He thinks I'm an addict as it is."

"That's not right. You're not an addict."

"Well what would you call it?"

"You have an injury that causes you a lot of pain. The Vicodin is the only thing that helps you tolerate it. But it can't be good for you in the long term. Too much acetaminophen is bad for your liver."

"I know. I just never bothered to think about it because I know Wilson won't give me anything else."

"Well maybe you should see someone else. Someone who can be objective."

"Like who?"

Cameron shrugged. "Someone who specializes in pain management."

"Well if you know of anyone, let me know."

"Would you seriously consider it?"

"I might. Providing the doctor isn't a total idiot. So good luck with that."

He rolled over and closed his eyes, but he could feel her staring at his back.

"Not all doctors are as brilliant as you, but there are a few of us out there, yet, Dr. House."

"Yes, dear," he said in a mock weak tone, causing her to playfully slap him. "What was that for?"

"Don't mock me."

"What-everrrr. Now shut up and go to sleep. We do have to work in the morning."

***

Cuddy was waiting for them in House's office when they arrived together. "House! Clinic. Now."

"But mommmm," he whined.

"You haven't done any hours this week. You owe me."

"Well if you talk nice to Dr. Cameron perhaps we could work it out in trade," he grinned with an over-exaggerated wink.

"You're an ass, House. Get to work."

"Yes Mistress."

"That's your cue," Cameron sighed as she went into his office and dropped her things on the floor beside his desk.

"Lunch later?" he asked her as he wrapped his arms around her. "I'll have my beeper beep your beeper," he murmured between kisses.

"Mmm, and I'll have my beeper beep your beeper back."

"Guys, come on. It's not even nine!" Chase whined as he entered the conference room and saw the two doctors making out.

"Then go to the clinic!" House shouted back at him. "Do my hours too, while you're at it."

Chase went off in a huff leaving the two of them to laugh. "What a wimp."

"Go easy on him, House. He's young."

"So are you," he pointed out.

"You need me to keep you young," she grinned.

"Don't I know it."

She gave him one last kiss and then walked off. "Where are you going?" He asked her.

"To help out in the E.R. Since we don't have a case, and my clinic hours are done, I figured I'd make myself useful. Come get me when it's lunchtime."

"All right."

***

A family of three were rushed into the ER shortly before lunch. The car they were driving in was totaled, killing both parents and severely injuring their six-month-old daughter. Cameron and Chase whisked her off to the NICU but it wasn't looking good. She was losing a lot of blood, had broken ribs and possibly a punctured lung from her car seat harness.

When House came down to the ER to get Cameron, he was informed that she was upstairs so he went looking for her. What he saw made his heart leap into his throat.

She was sitting in a chair with the baby in her arms, gently rocking her while singing softly. She was completely unaware of the hustle and bustle around her and he sighed wistfully to himself before going off to find Wilson.

"This isn't going to work," House stated as he closed the office door behind him and leaned against it.

"What?"

"Cameron. She wants a baby. I can't give her one."

Wilson looked shocked. "Whoa whoa...back up. How do you know this? Did she tell you?"

"No. I just know. Don't all women want babies? God knows Cuddy does."

"Cameron is not Cuddy. Not all women want kids, House. It's not the be-all-end-all of existence. Besides, why can't you give her one?"

"Hello! Have you met my father?"

"You're not your father, House. You'd never be that way to your own child."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I've seen you with kids. You're better with them than most adults. Hell, you're just a big kid yourself." Seeing the hopeless look on his friend's face made Wilson sigh. "You two need to talk about this."

House's pager went off and he checked it. "Gotta go."

"Cameron?"

"No, it's from Chase. It says Cameron 9-1-1. That can't be good."

Wilson got up and followed House to the NICU. "What's going on?" House demanded.

"The baby just died. Internal bleeding. We knew it was only a matter of time. Cameron's…not taking it very well, I'm afraid."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know. She just took off in that direction," Chase said, pointing.

House went off in that direction just as Cuddy arrived. "Where's Dr. Cameron?" she demanded.

"House just went to go find her."

"Well, if you see her, tell her to take the rest of the day off and go home. And kindly tell House I want to see him in my office."

A/N: So whaddya think? Hit me up with the reviews, guys. If you're good, chapter 2 might be up tomorrow!

Song credit: Slow and Easy - Whitesnake (HOT song)