Hey! Sooo sorry about the delay… busy life. Here's chapter 10 – some smut and some slight progress of the plot. I know it could be longer and I promise to update more often from now on, if you're still interested. Anyways, House's still a nice guy here (just saying). Enjoy.

CHAPTER 10

You've got your whole life ahead of you

House opened his eyes and yawned lazily while reaching out to find out he was all alone in the bed. The sun was shining and he wondered where Cameron had gone. Then he heard some noise from the kitchen and he got up putting on his pajama bottoms and a T-shirt and limping to the other room.

"Hi…" He said softly and walked over to her putting his arm around her neck and pulling her closer to him kissing the top of her head.

"Morning…" She almost whispered closing her eyes and smiling.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked still not letting her go.

"Yes…" Cameron replied and snuggled up to him, her back pressed against his chest. She still wore his boxers and Led Zeppelin T-shirt, her hair was tied in a messy bun and House couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. She was so effortlessly beautiful and also the truth was he slept well too, better than he had slept in years. "Let go of me…" She added a couple of seconds later. "I'm making breakfast here and trust me, I suck at it, so I need to focus."

House let out a low chuckle and released her. "What is it?" He asked suspiciously eyeing the horrifying mess all over his kitchen.

"French toast… I guess." She said and pouted and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips when he saw her all shy and mainly all so cute.

"Looks nice…" He mumbled deciding not to torture her anymore and limped over to the other side of the table to make coffee. "Um… what do you want to do today?" He asked while watching her clumsy cooking.

"I… I need to go back…um… home. Haven't been there since Friday." She replied slowly putting another slice of bread in the pan. "I… um… I need my… um… damn it!"

House laughed and walked over to her again standing behind her and watching one side of the toast all burnt. He put his hands on her hips and laid his chin on her shoulder. "Maybe I should do it." He offered and kissed her cheek.

"Nooo… no…" She objected and frowned. "It's not rocket science. I can do it."

He wrapped his arms around her and pressed her to him while nibbling her earlobe. She took a deep breath and gulped. "Hey… trying to make a lovely breakfast here." She objected but he could feel her relax in his embrace as he let his hands wander under her T-shirt.

"I do know better things than breakfast." He murmured, his voice soft yet clearly full of lust. She pulled a face and turned around to face him as she ran her hands up his sides over his chest before kissing him softly. He turned off the stove and Cameron gave him a seductive smile and pulled him closer so they could kiss again and their mouths locked as his arms went around her, holding her body close to his.

"No French toasts then?" She asked in between kisses and House moaned something before he grabbed her hips firmly, lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the table spreading her legs and standing between them. Cameron groaned and deepened the kiss reaching out to take off his T-shirt. Then she ran her hands over his chest and let out another loud moan when she felt how gently he was kissing her, before he lowered his head to trace a path down her neck ever so slowly. He took off her T-Shirt before his hands glided over her breasts and he bent down to kiss them. Cameron gasped for air as she felt his teeth grazing over her nipple.

"House…" She let out and opened her eyes to look at him. He looked back at her and gave her a smile.

"Yes?" He said looking at her again and ran his thumb over her bottom lip.

"Maybe we should go back to the bedroom." She breathed and closed her eyes slowly.

"No… this is perfect." He said as he leaned closer to her and kissed her ear lightly. Then he lowered his hands to grab the hem of the boxers she was wearing and she lifted her hips to help him take them off. Cameron wrapped her legs around his hips firmly and they kissed again, slowly yet deeply and passionately. House smiled against her lips every time she let out a sexy moan, their hands everywhere, touching, caressing. Before she could notice, he took off his pajama bottoms and reached out to one of the kitchen drawers to get a condom. She chuckled to see he had kept them pretty much everywhere but her smile soon disappeared when she felt him begin to push inside her. She gasped and put her arms around him, burying her face in his neck. He held her tight and started thrusting slowly inside her making her jerk forward on the table with every single move, loving every moan and yelp she let out.

He couldn't believe how sexy she was when he watched her, her eyes closed, her lips parted, her face flushed. He ran his left hand through her hair letting it down and massaging her scalp gently as he moved his hips against her still slowly. She opened her eyes surprised at how gentle he was when he gave her a half smile and grabbed her right hand guiding it down.

"Touch yourself." He ordered and Cameron's eyes widened in shock and confusion. He gave her an encouraging look and thrust deeper inside her making her moan wildly. She hesitated for a few seconds before she started circling her clit slowly, her face getting redder and redder and he watched her hand, listened to her moans feeling closer to his own release. She was too good to be true.

His lips crashed against her neck as he increased his pace and she soon groaned loudly feeling her inner muscles spasm in violent contractions.

"Oh god…" She let out and arched her back. House lowered his head and bit her collar bone reaching his own orgasm just a few moments later.

They stayed like this for what felt like an eternity. Cameron's fragile body trembled in his arms and he held her close to his, his hands caressing her back and her shoulders, his lips kissing her ear and neck.

Then he let go of her slowly and she sighed.

House and Cameron managed to prepare the French toasts after all and sat in the living room watching the news, eating and laughing. He felt at ease, happy even when he watched her sit there next to him smiling at him. No matter how hungry they were, the toasts weren't the priority of the moment as they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Cameron kept snuggling up to him, kissing his neck and lips as he traced lazy patterns all over her soft thighs and arms.

They talked about everything and nothing for at least an hour when House's cell beeped. He gave her another soft kiss and reached out to read the text. She smiled and took another bite of her toast focusing on the TV.

"Gah…" House let out and threw his cell back on the table in front of him. "Wilson wants to hang out. Attention seeker."

Cameron smiled. "Sounds like fun."

"You naked in my bed sounds like more fun to me." House protested but she moved closer to him to kiss him gently and shook her head.

"I told you. I have to go home."

House sighed and frowned. "Really?"

"Really." She nodded and ran her hand over his chest. Then she lifted herself quickly to straddle him but before she could land in his lap, her face turned into a contorted grimace.

"Owww… shiiiit." She let out and collapsed on the couch next to him curling up in a ball and taking in a sharp breath.

He watched her as she put her hands to her back and rubbed it, her eyes closed.

"Are you okay?" He asked and shifted closer to her. "Your back?"

"Uh huh…"

He got up and limped to the kitchen. "Have some Vicodin."

"Nah…" She gasped. "I'll be fine."

"Come on… it helps. I should know." He insisted.

"I said NO!" She yelped.

He brought the orange bottle with the pills anyway and sat down next to her again to watch her rub the right side of her back and press various spots with her fingers. He had no idea what to do, so he ran his hand up her shin stroking it gently.

About five minutes later she relaxed a little and sat up on the couch, her face awfully pale. She smiled sadly and looked up at him.

"It's all good now. Sorry about that." She said and took a deep breath.

"Did I do something that triggered it?" He asked concerned.

"No…no… It, um… It happens sometimes." She said and rubbed her face.

"How often?"

"I don't know…"

"Cameron…"

She sighed. "Three, four times a month."

"And there's nothing you can do about it?" He asked watching her closely. Cameron chuckled.

"Are we seriously having this conversation?" She asked and looked at him. "What do you do to deal with your pain besides medicating it away?"

"We're talking about you now." He objected.

"I'm fine." She said and got up. "I should… I should go."

House got up and stood in front of her to stop her. "Where are you going? We need to talk about this."

"Why?!" She let out slightly angrily. "You're in pain too and all you do is swallow one Vicodin after another all day long!"

"Because I'm old and it doesn't really matter… You've got your whole life ahead of you."

She smiled faintly and shook her head in disbelief. "Lame."

He grabbed her arms and made her sit down on the couch again. Then he cupped her cheek and kissed her lips softly. "Tell me what happened to you."

Cameron closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Why not?" He insisted as his fingers caressed gently her neck.

"If I tell you it was a car accident, would you let it go?"

"No…" He said resolutely. "I can tell when you lie."

She pressed her chest against his and kissed him deeply.

"I like you but don't push me, please." She said and got up again. She ran her hand through his hair and smiled at him. "I have to go. Thank you for the… well, for everything."

"You're welcome." He let out giving up. He could see she was feeling uncomfortable and decided to let it go…at least for the time being.

She put on her dress she wore on Friday night and House called a cab for her. Before she left, they stood at his door kissing, neither of them wanting to let go. Then they quickly agreed to keep it a secret knowing it would be better if nobody else knew about them.

"Have fun with Wilson." She said in the end. "I'll see you tomorrow."

House and Wilson sat at the bar drinking Scotch and chatting.

"Sooo, how was your weekend with Cuddy?" House asked and looked at him with interest.

"What makes you think I spent the weekend with her?" Wilson asked trying to act casually.

"Oh please…" House chuckled and downed his shot.

"It…it was good. Great actually." He admitted. "You okay with that?"

"Sure… Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know… I always thought you had a thing for her." Wilson shrugged and took a sip.

"No way. She's evil." House uttered indifferently.

"She's nice and affectionate." Wilson disagreed. "How was your weekend?"

"Same old, same old. Porn and booze." House snorted brushing off the subject. "Um, listen. I… I had a patient in the clinic the other day…"

"Are you getting sued again?"

"No… no…" House shook his head. "I was just wondering…"

"If you can have sex with a patient? You absolutely cannot, House and you know it! I mean physically you probably could but…" Wilson blurted out but House interrupted him in the middle of the sentence.

"Geez, would you let me finish?" He snapped.

"Okay… go ahead. I just don't want you to do something stupid."

"Yeah, yeah…" House sighed. "Shut up and listen."

"Alright, what is it?"

"It was a guy, twenty something years old and he had this huge scar on his leg."

"Was he in pain?" Wilson asked.

"Probably. He came there with a sore throat but refused to tell me anything about the injury besides that it happened like fifteen years ago."

"Why should you care about the scar when all he needed was a cough medicine?"

"Because I care." House replied with a shrug trying to look indifferent.

"No, you don't… What is it you're not telling me?"

"I was just curious. I'm a curious guy."

Wilson watched him carefully.

"So, what could have happened to him?" House asked again.

"What was it like? The scar?"

"Long, deep, Frankenstein-like scar with damaged muscles around it."

"Hmm, well… If it really happened so many years ago, it might have been deformed by the growth of the body too. I don't know. I would need to see it, I guess." Wilson replied.

"Um, I don't think he's coming back. I… I wasn't really nice to him, you know." House said and finished his drink.

"I still find it weird you care so much." Wilson said watching House quizzically.

"It's a puzzle. I like puzzles." House shrugged and knowing there was nothing else to add he changed the subject quickly asking about Cuddy. "Anyway, how come she didn't bite your head off after she was done with you?"

Wilson frowned and rolled his eyes. "You're impossible."

House walked into his apartment and took off his suit jacket. It was already 11pm and he was tired. He limped to the bathroom, took a shower and once he crawled into his empty cold bed, he sighed. He took his cell and smiled gently…

Cameron's cell beeped and she reached out to read the text.

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year, running over the same old ground…

When she read it, the corners of her lips turned up into a smile, recognizing the song he quoted.

I wish I was there too. I'll see you tomorrow. Cameron.

…was her reply.

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