Chapter Three

Cameron knocked on GG's door. When she didn't respond, Hilary opened it. GG lay in bed, sleeping. The two sisters approached her bed and Cameron leaned over her. She noticed a slight blue tinge to GG's lips. Her breath left her and she felt panic rise in her chest. She pressed her fingers against her grandmother's throat.

"She doesn't have a pulse!" she cried. She started CPR. "Go call for House and Wilson! HURRY!"

Hilary raced from the room and a couple minutes or so later, House raced into the bedroom. A moment later, Wilson, Hilary, Mundell and Bennings entered. House reached around Cameron and felt for a pulse then he put his hand under GG's nose.

"Allison," he said softly. "She's gone."

"NO!" Cameron yelled as she continued compressions. "Call 911!"

House wrapped his arm around her waist and gently pulled her back. "She's gone, Allison. I'm sorry."

Cameron turned and buried her face in his chest. She sobbed uncontrollably. Hilary cried out and lunged for the bed but Wilson grabbed her and held her. Mundell stood and stared in shock at the body of his mother. Bennings stood beside him barely breathing as tears gathered in his eyes.

"Funeral home," Mundell said. "Funeral home."

House looked at Wilson over Cameron's head. "Shock. All of them."

"I don't have anything to give them. I didn't bring my medical bag," Wilson responded, holding Hilary tight.

Bennings shook his head and wiped his eyes. "The other Mrs. Langston left several prescription drugs. I believe one of them was Xanax."

"Let's get everyone out of here and call the police," House said. "Jeeves, bring me the Xanax."

"I will call the police and the funeral home. Where shall I bring the medication?" he asked.

"Allison's room."

Bennings nodded and left. Wilson and House lead Cameron, Hilary and Mundell out of the room. They entered Cameron's room and Wilson lifted both Cameron and Hilary onto the bed. They curled around each other and continued to sob. House guided Mundell to a chair and gently pushed him down into it.

Mundell looked up at him. His face was devoid of color and his pupils were dilated. "She was sleeping. She was just sleeping."

"I'm sorry, Mundell," House said, his tone gentle.

Mundell slumped forward and put his hands over his face. House looked at Wilson. Slowly he walked over to his best friend.

"Natural causes," he whispered.

"How old was she again?" Wilson asked.

"Ninety."

Wilson nodded. "Then, yeah, probably. At least she went peacefully in her sleep."

House looked at his watch. "Where is Jeeves?"

Wilson shrugged. "He has a lot to do. It's only been a couple minutes. I'll go get GG ready for the funeral people. A family member will have to identify her to the police when they arrive."

"Shit. I forgot about that."

Cameron sat up. She got off the bed and wiped the tears off her face. "I can do it," she told them. More tears slid down her cheeks but she looked resolute.

House nodded and held out his hand. She took it and looked up at him. "I can do it," she repeated.

"Of course you can. Do you want me to go with you?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No, stay here with Daddy and Bunny. Make sure they take the Xanax. Come on, Wilson."

She walked out of the room with Wilson behind her.

Cameron sat on GG's mattress. It was after midnight. The police came, she identified her grandmother for their report and then the funeral home attendants took her body away. The house was quiet and she stared out the window at the sprinkling of stars against the inky sky. House entered and leaned against the door frame.

"Hey," he said softly. "Come to bed. You need to sleep. I've got some good drugs."

Slowly she got up and walked toward him. She leaned against him and he put his arms around her.

"I missed out on so much time with her," she sighed.

"Not really. You were there when it mattered. Besides, GG understood. She was a smart woman. Just like you."

"My mother's gone and now so is GG."

"Well," House said. "Bitty is no great loss but I sure as hell am going to miss GG."

"Take me to bed," she told him pulling his head down for a searing kiss.

He returned the kiss, slipping his tongue past her lips as his fingers loosened her hair, feeling the soft blonde strands. Then he pulled back. "It seems kind of morbid to be making out in your late grandmother's room," he said with a slight chuckle. "Let's go to yours."

Cameron smirked at him but allowed him to pull her out of the room and down the hall.

"Better?" she asked as she started removing her clothes.

"Much," he nodded as he reached for her to resume where they left off. She started to unbutton her dress when he shoved her hands away and finished unbuttoning it himself. "Allow me," he murmured against her lips.

He finished with her dress, tugged it off and tossed it aside, revealing a black bra and underwear set. "Mmm very nice. Too bad you won't be wearing it long," he whispered as he unhooked the clasp so the bra slid from her shoulders and onto the floor. He then slid his hands down her back and over her ass as he nibbled and kissed her neck. "Mmm such a nice ass," he murmured.

"Yours isn't half bad either," she giggled, doing the same to him, admiring his firm backside as she slid her hands over his jeans.

He kissed her again and she busied herself with his belt buckle and then his zipper. Once she tugged his jeans down, she got on her knees, pulled his cock out and slid her tongue down its length.

"Oh God," he groaned as he leaned against the bedpost to steady himself. He watched as she took him all the way into her mouth and fought hard not to close his eyes. Watching her go down on him was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. It felt so good he thought he might lose his mind. His hands buried in her hair as he gently thrust into her warm mouth. She took all of him and didn't relent. When she started purring, that was his undoing and he lost it. Fireworks exploded behind his eyelids as he emptied himself down her throat until there was nothing left and he collapsed back onto the mattress. "Oh sweet Jesus…"

She giggled and pulled the covers back on the bed. "Come on, we need to sleep."

"Take a Xanax first," he said as he handed her a pill and a glass of water. "Doctor's orders."

She smiled and took the pill, knowing that he was right. As usual. "Yes, Doctor House."

"Good girl," he said as he climbed into bed with her. She immediately curled up next to him and within minutes, they were both asleep.

It was still dark when House woke up, and noticed Cameron was also awake, staring up at the ceiling.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I was just….thinking."

"You took a Xanax, you shouldn't be able to think," he teased.

"It was a low dose," she pointed out. "And I've been asleep for…," she glanced at the clock, "four hours. It's wearing off."

"There was nothing you could've done, Cameron," House told her. "She was ninety. She died in her sleep. Peacefully. When my day comes, that's my method of choice."

"I was thinking about you, too. If there's some other kind of pain control regimen you could be on besides the Vicodin."

"If there is, I haven't found the right doctor to prescribe it. Everyone at PPTH thinks I'm an addict. And they'd be right."

"You need a pain management doctor. Someone outside of PPTH who is unbiased."

"Well if you know anyone, I'll see them. I know the Vicodin is killing my liver."

"Yeah, and I want you around for a long time."

"You just want me for the amazing orgasms I give you."

Cameron giggled and caressed his chest. "Well yeah, I could say the same about you. You seemed to enjoy what I did earlier…"

He rolled over so he was lying on top of her. "Two can play at that game."

"I'm sure they can," she laughed as he began peppering her face and neck with kisses. "Mmm...House….that's nice…."

He kissed his way down her body, pausing to kiss the tops of her breasts as he caressed them. His scruff tickled the sensitive skin as he continued to move downward. His hand slid under the covers to find her very wet core and she let out a soft moan. "Mmm…."

"So wet...and I'm not even there yet…"

"Then get there…" she whined as she squirmed under him, gripping the sheets as he nipped and kissed various spots, purposely taking his time getting to his destination with the intention of driving her crazy. He wanted her to beg for it, because that would make him completely come undone and she was the only woman able to do that. He always considered himself to be in control of his actions. But Cameron had changed all that. All he wanted to do was please her in any way possible.

When he finally disappeared under the covers, his tongue replaced his fingers and Cameron's back arched off the mattress as she gasped. "Oh! Yes! Right there!"

He took his time feasting on her, holding her hips still as he controlled the pressure and rhythm of his tongue.

"House...oh God..that's so good….please...don't stop….so close…."

He decided she had enough torture for one night and quickened his movements, released his grip on her hips and let her thrust against his face until she came hard, her juices oozing out of her. He lapped them up until she was spent and kissed his way back up her body.

"Make love to me, House...I need to….I want to feel you…"

"What about…"

"It's fine. I promise. I'm on the pill and I know we're both clean. Please…"

Her eyes pleaded with him to trust her, and he had no reason not to. He settled down in between her legs and she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I want to feel you...all of you...I need to feel you, House."

He didn't need any more convincing than that and their eyes locked as he slid into her warmth. It was definitely one of the most intense moments he'd ever experienced in a long time. He felt her lips on his throat and he began to move as she wrapped one leg around his hip to draw him even closer and deeper with each thrust.

"God...Cameron…" he murmured into her neck.

"Call me Allison…"

"That'll take some getting used to," he chuckled.

"I think we're close enough now to be on a first-name basis. Or at least I hope so."

"Shhh...no more talking. You're killing the mood," he said before he crashed his lips on hers and began to move again. His long, steady strokes drove her insane.

The man had such control she was in awe of him. With Chase, it was over in a matter of minutes and it was a 50/50 chance if she even came close to getting off in that short time. In the few times she'd been with House...Greg, he'd gotten her off every time and made sure she did. She'd never been with a more considerate lover, and realized he had now ruined her for any other man.

However, something deep down told her that there wouldn't be any other men. House was the one. She knew that now. He's what I need. What I've always needed.

Her body was tensing up and she felt like the dam was about to burst. House's mouth and hands seemed to be everywhere at once, touching, kissing, caressing, feeling. She threw her head back, giving him access to her neck and let out a low feral growl as she came.

House felt, for the first time, a rush of her warm juices as they coated his cock and her inner walls squeezed him.

"Allison…." he grunted against her lips as he followed her over the edge and into the abyss. He once again saw fireworks behind his eyelids as he held her against him.

"Greg...that was…." She couldn't form words to describe what she felt so she didn't say anything more. She just held on, her arms and legs still wrapped around him until he went soft enough to slip out of her, and they both sighed at the loss of contact. Eventually he rolled off her, but she still cuddled up to him, already falling into a deep sleep, and he soon followed.