"Rules of Engagement"

Chapter One:Destiny

Author's Note: This is the sequel to "It Doesn't Hurt to Love". I recommend you read it first, before you begin this lovely story. I do have to note that this is a more well written piece then the first. For those who have read the first story, welcome back! Either way, I hope you enjoy it!

Thanks a million to my beta reader: ilovetuesdays

Their breathing was in rhythm. Every breath she took coincided with his. Cameron's naked body rested on top of him. House wasn't awake yet, but she was tangled up in him, her arms gripping his body. She never wanted to let go, not in a million years. She wanted to protect him from the cold and cruel world. She longed to make sure he would never feel anguish again. Numb his pain. Fantasy turned into reality.

Some things are beyond your control. Love is one of those things.

Had she really fallen for him that quickly? At that moment, Cameron vowed to do all she could do to all she could for her fiancé. He wasn't a charity case, he was her true love.

She rolled off of him, and when she hit the mattress her movement it caused a ripple effect across the bed. Feeling the impact, House woke up. He let out a yawn and stretched his arms to the ceiling. Glancing at Cameron, he saw that her eyes were locked on his.

"You really have to stop starring at me like that. Did I sprout another head or something?" he asked, looking confused.

"Good morning to you too," She laughed, "And I can't help it, you're just too irresistible."

Cameron leaned over to give him a quick peck, which turned into a full lip lock. She savored the flavor of the inside of his mouth, and he felt the same for her. He rolled on top of her, deepening the kiss. Placing his hand on her chest, he hinted that he wanted to go further. She kissed him once more and squirmed out from under him.

"It's noon, I don't want to spend the whole day in bed. You didn't have enough last night?"

"Nothing wrong with a little afternoon delight," he laughed. "It's a song you know—"

"—A bad song. I would love to have sex with you all day, but that isn't happening," She said as picked up her pajamas off the floor.

"Should I be flattered or offended?" He popped two Vicodin in his mouth. He needed them after certain strenuous activities wore him out, after all.

Cameron changed the subject, "You know, you didn't have to spend so much money on buying me a ring. I have never seen one this big in person."

"I didn't pay for it. I scored free prescription drugs for the jewelry store owner and in exchange, I got the ring."

"You're kidding, right?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no," He could help but let out a mischievous smile.

"I can't believe I'm getting married," She sat on the side of the bed next to him and stared at her ring, "You don't understand how happy I am that I met you. That I fell in love with you."

"Come on, Cameron, you know how much I hate that mushy crap, which you, incidentally, love talking about." House said as he threw on some clothes.

"Then why did you propose to me?"

He rubbed her back with his hand, "Because I love you," he paused, "And you have a fantastic ass!"

"You're a real romantic," she said, laughing.

"Not to mention I'm also handsome, charming, funny, and an intellectual. You're getting the total package here."

"You forgot to say narcissistic," she smiled at him, then got up and walked out the bedroom. Like a duckling following the mother duck, he got up and followed her. She started the coffee as he picked up and skimmed through the local paper. Flipping through the pages he found a headline which caught his eye.

"Edward Vogler sentenced five months in prison for fraud," he read aloud.

"Oh my god," she grabbed the paper out of his hands.

"CEO of a multi-million dollar company gets put in a minimum security prison for fraud. Looks like he's the the next Martha Stewart; only bigger and much less inclined to make me an apple pie. Do you think he will get put in an all female prison? That would be something," House laughed.

"I don't think so. You should be happy, now he won't come back to haunt you," She raised her eyebrows and gave the paper back to him.

"Believe me, I'm ecstatic! What's for lunch? I'm starving."

"Leftovers from a couple days ago. Can you heat them up all by yourself? I have a few phone calls to make," She picked up the phone and started to dial, much to his dismay.

"Who are you calling?"

"First Lisa, then everyone else I know. I have to spread the good news."

"No you don't," House said as he seized the phone from her.

She attempted to get it back, "Getting engaged to you is the best thing that has ever happened to me. How do you not expect me to tell everyone? Hell, I want to go up on the roof and scream on the top of my lungs that we are engaged, but you be thankful that I'm not fond of heights."

"You tell Cuddy, you might as well go up on the roof. They'll all find out. Chase, Foreman…"

"Why, don't you want them to find out?"

"I don't like them. They are both equally damaging to my eyes as well as my brain.

"Thats not very nice to say," she made another desperate attempt for the phone, "We're inviting them to the wedding if you like it or not."

"You just keep pushing it don't you?" He raised the phone above his head, out of her reach. She jumped for it, but with no success. Then, she got an idea. With a grin on her face, she grabbed his cane right from under him and dashed off into the hallway, looking for a place to hide.

"You're holding my cane ransom for the phone? That's pathetic. You can be such a—"

"—Such a what?" she yelled from the other room.

"Butt hole" He limped over to the couch, a little slower than usual without the help of the cane, and sat down. She expected him to try to find her, but he didn't. After five minutes, she came out of hiding and joined him on the couch.

"I don't associate with people who steal canes from cripples," He pouted.

"I'm sorry. What can I do to win over your forgiveness?" She said in a sarcastic and annoyed tone of voice.

He thought about it for awhile, "Two things. First, I expect you to perform a full repeat of last night later. The sex part, at least."

"Is that all you think about? Sex?"

"Sex and Vicodin. You should know that by now," he smirked. "Second you have to promise no phone calls, emails, text messages, or letters to anyone tonight. You can call them tomorrow. Tonight, I just want it to be you and me. I would hate to be bombarded with phone calls from our…admiring and jealous public. They will find out sooner or later."

"Deal," she said as she extended her arm. He shook it firmly. When she let go, he unexpectedly threw a pillow at her. She quickly grabbed another pillow and bashed him over the head. They were caught in the heat of another play fight.

Destiny is a strange thing; it's inevitable, we can't change it. We just have to take it as it comes.

From the outside, their relationship was odd: she was a young, attractive doctor who fell in love with her older, limping boss. Yet, it was their destiny to be together. Their engagement was just validation of that fact and the beginning of life to come.