A/N - Sorry about the wait people, but I had a bit of a problem with my internet and I've been a bit ill, but anyway, here's the 4th chap. I think it's the shortest so far, but I'll post again soon as the 5th chap is nearly finished. Once again, thank you to all my amazing reviewers. You guys really inspire me to keep writing. Hope you enjoy! :)

Oh, by the way, this story was kinda rated M for a reason, so if you don't like that sort of thing, I wouldn't read any further!

Chapter Four - Something Beautiful

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

-Snow Patrol

As they reached his front door, House began fumbling around with his keys as Cameron wrapped her arms around his waist, her hands sneaking under his shirt to feel the taut muscles beneath. Her cold hands were running over his abs, making it increasingly difficult for House to focus on his keys. Cameron smiled as he just about managed to find the lock and let them in. He flicked on the lights, threw his coat and George on the couch before turning back to Cameron who was standing in front of the door. He started to limp towards her and as he got nearer he threw his cane to one side before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply.

Cameron held his face, her fingers dancing across his unshaven jaw as he held her close. Her hands left his face momentarily so she could take off her jacket, her lips not even leaving his. She couldn't bear to. House's hands moved to her waist, slipping underneath her sweater and finding new skin, warm and silky. As their kisses became needy and passionate, both of them knowing exactly what they wanted, House began to walk them back towards his bedroom. Just knowing that he would be able to feel her skin on his soon and feel himself inside her was making him hard.

He pushed the door of the bedroom open with his back, his hands caressing her soft skin. Cameron began to pull at his shirt, wishing him to take it off and reveal the body she'd dreamt about for so long. He complied and ripped both shirts over his head at the same time, leaving them in a pile. Cameron ran her hands up his chest, remembering every sensation. She wanted to memorise every freckle, every scar so she could put it in her brain and never forget this moment. House smiled as he watched her caress his chest and as her eyes moved up to meet his again, he kissed her softly again.

When they reached the bed, House pushed her down gently, collapsing on top of her. She laughed as his lips met hers, not quite believing what was happening. House stroked her sides, pushing sweater and top up with his hand, revealing her toned stomach. He pulled off her clothing, peeling away the layers between them and he groaned when he laid his eyes on her incredibly sexy black lacy bra. He had to kiss her again. He moaned into her mouth as he finally felt her skin against his. Allison Cameron was in his apartment, on his bed, underneath him, in just her jeans and bra. Nothing could have turned him on more.

Cameron ran her hands through his hair and House fumbled with the buttons on her jeans.

"I'm not going anywhere, slow down…" breathed Cameron softly, a smirk on her lips.

He knew she was right. They had all night, but he felt like if he stopped, she would disappear into the night or he would wake up and realise it was just a dream. He needed to keep the reality alive. He needed to know she was still there. Her words comforted him, knowing she was with him, but he couldn't help himself.

"I know," he mumbled in reply before pushing her jeans down her hips and letting them slide off her ankles.

He took that moment to take in her beauty. He pulled away from her kiss just to look at her. She propped herself up on her elbows, her face confused. He looked her up and down. Creamy skin, sexy underwear, gorgeous figure; she was more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.

"House, you're creeping me out," She smiled, and House laughed as he undid the buckle on his belt, his jean buttons and fly. Then he froze. His scar. God, he hadn't thought of that. She would be disgusted. She would freak out and everything would come crumbling around him. She would run away, he knew she would. Cameron saw the look on his face as he paused, now looking anywhere but at her.

She stood up from the bed, now in front of him and touched his face affectionately.

"House," she whispered, willingly him to look at her. He did so and his face portrayed all his insecurities. Cameron ran the backs of her fingers across his cheek and he leaned into her touch, closing his eyes. "I don't care about your scars. I'm not going to run away screaming."

He opened his eyes again and met hers. She gave him a half-smile, wishing that he knew just how much she wanted him. She brought her lips to his and kissed him softly. He wrapped his arms around her naked waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Thank you," he muttered, his nose caressing hers.

"I just want you." she said with a smile and House laughed. How could he have thought she would run away? She was Cameron! He kissed her again. This kiss became more and more heated as she opened her mouth for him and pushed his jeans off his hips so they pooled at his ankles. As she carried on kissing him, she moved her hand over his maimed thigh, feeling the scars beneath her soft fingertips. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of how much pain he'd suffered. She couldn't begin to imagine what he went through every day. As the pads of her fingers ran along his butchered leg, feeling the stiff ridges and scarred skin, tears fell from her eyes as she continued to kiss him. House realised she was crying when he felt splashes on his chest. He pulled away and looked into her eyes.

"Hey," he said softly, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "You crying isn't very good for my ego now, is it?"

She laughed slightly at his joke before hugging him tight, burying her face in his chest. He just held her, hands running along her back soothingly. Trust her to start crying. But he smiled. It was who she was, and the fact that she empathised with everyone made him love her even more.

Damn, there's that 'L' word again.

House pulled back and cupped her face, kissing her deeply. He pulled her back down on to the bed with him, so she was on top of him, his leg now feeling slightly better after her hands had been on it. He kissed her neck, nipping at the skin.

"Where were we?" he mumbled sexily against her skin before flipping her over and towering above her, kissing his way down her chest. He pushed her bra straps off her and quickly un-did the clasp. His mouth moved to her breasts, teasing her nipples and licking the soft skin while he palmed the other. Cameron threw her head back, moaning loudly as he did so. The feel of his hands and mouth on her was driving her crazy. She put her hands on his shoulders as he placed kisses, lower and lower. The throbbing in her sex was almost too much and she gasped as House pulled off her panties. This was all she'd ever dreamed of. This was what she fantasised in the differentials when she knew she should have been listening. One hand in House's hair, the other balling his sheets into fists as he kissed her between her thighs, his tongue sweeping across her entrance and his stubble rubbing against the smooth skin on her legs. God, he'd good at this, thought Cameron and she moaned mid-thought as he kissed and licked her clit.

"House," she groaned and House smirked. Hearing his name from her lips almost made him come right there.

Cameron came achingly slowly, drawing it out and letting House bring her to a new sensation. As she came down from her high, House crawled back up her body and kissed her lips, a smile on his face.

"Wow," she breathed and House grinned even wider. Being able to pleasure Cameron made him feel…amazing.

"Mmm, we're not done yet…" said House against her lips and the suddenly, Cameron snuck her hand inside the back of his boxers, running her hands along his backside causing him to groan.

"You're a little over dressed," she whispered, kissing his ear as he braced himself on his forearms either side of her face.

"Are you going to do something about that then?" he asked her huskily and then, quick as a flash, she pushed his boxers down and he kicked them off his ankles.

Now they were both naked, limbs entangled as they lied side by side and made out for what seemed like eternity. Just soft, tender kisses as they caressed each other, finally getting that skin-on-skin contact that they desired. It felt so good that they couldn't put it into words. Words would be nothing, just letters strung together, so they showed each other through their kisses, through their touch.

House rolled her over a little more so he was mostly on top of her and grinded against her, his hard erection rubbing against her centre. Cameron groaned and closed her eyes, needing him desperately.

"House…" she groaned, arching her back off the bed. She'd had enough of foreplay. They'd kissed endlessly, he'd given her oral sex and after dancing around each other for nearly 3 years, she just wanted him inside her.

Her hands moved across his abs, playing with the soft brown hair around his navel causing goose bumps to ripple across his skin and his erection to become stronger. House lowered his head to Cameron's neck and kissed her there as she writhed underneath him.

"Are you ready?" he asked gravelly, his stubble tickling her skin.

"Yes!" she almost screamed, feeling the tip of his shaft at her entrance.

He slowly pushed himself inside her and they both cried out at the satisfaction. He stopped for a moment, giving them both time to relish in the feel of him inside her.

"House…" she breathed, clinging to his shoulders "I need you…"

House groaned at her confession and pulled out of her before pushing back in again. He set a slow steady rhythm, taking his time to push into her, fill her completely. They wanted to take things slowly and learn each others bodies so this moment would last forever. But every time he hit a different angle she cried his name and he sped up, wanting her to come for him more than anything. He lowered his mouth to hers, swallowing her cries as he kissed her while he pumped in and out, their mouths making them feel more complete.

"Do you like that?" groaned House sexily, caressing her breast with his left palm.

"Ohhh..." she moaned "Ahhh, yesss!"

"Are you close?"

"Mmmhmmm," he mumbled, not being able to form words.

He was pleasuring her like she'd never been pleasured before. He was gentle and took things slowly, but he gave her what she needed and was everything she'd expected him to be and more.

House moved his left hand to her clit, rubbing it in slow circles with his thumb and he looked down at their joined bodies. His fingers dancing across her like that sent her over the edge. She opened her eyes to lock them with his crystal blues ones and she came underneath him, clinging to his body as she rocked against him and hit her orgasm. He came soon after her, spilling into her and finally feeling complete. Every touch, every sensation, and every emotion was committed to memory. A memory that they both hoped would last a lifetime.

As they came down from their highs, sweat covering their bodies, they lied side by side, bodies close and limbs entangled, their eyes locked on each others and hands caressing each other.

Something beautiful has just happened. Something that had been imagined a thousand times, thought about a million; a recurring dream, an intense fantasy; it was now reality.

As Cameron started to drift into a sleep, her eyes fluttering closed as she lied by his side facing him, House smiled. He never thought he'd ever hold someone after sex like he was holding Cameron. He'd always thought that all that emotional, post-coital snuggling was for softies, like Cameron, but somehow, it felt right. Her body was still close to his and he could feel the heat radiating off of her, soft murmurs escaping her lips as she drifted further and further into a slumber. Their bodies were still entwined as were there hearts. Her heart: he'd never wished for anything more. Hopefully, it would now be his. Now, all he could do, was try and give her his.