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Chapter Ten

November 26, 2007

Cameron couldn't help but wonder what House was up to. He'd been acting strange all day and while it amused her, she couldn't help but be a little suspicious.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Wilson and Hilary are coming over for birthday cake," he said as he tipped his chair back and put his feet on his desk in their office at the hospital. It was a signature move that told her he was planning something.

Her eyes widened. "And when were you planning to tell me? There's nothing to make….I'll have to go to the store and get stuff…"

"Allison, relax. Dinner's covered, and we have plenty of wine or whatever else. It's your birthday, let me take care of you this time. Okay?"

She looked into those blue eyes and nodded. He clearly had something up his sleeve, and she was more than curious to find out what that was.

"Okay."

He knew Manning was watching them from the other room so he reached for Cameron and pulled her close. "And I will take care of you, Allison," he leered. "In more ways than one."

His husky tone of voice sent shivers through her body straight to her core and as they kissed, she sensed they weren't alone. That was confirmed when the sound of someone clearing their throat caused them to break apart very slowly.

"What?" House demanded as he glared at Manning.

"I need her to sign off on these," she said and dropped the folders on Cameron's desk none too gently.

"Her?" House asked, arching his eyebrow at the woman.

"House," Cameron sighed, not wanting to start anything, but he ignored her and directed his venom at Manning.

"Her has a name, so if you have something for her, it would be polite to give it to her."

Manning immediately back-pedaled. "I'm sorry. I meant no disrespect…"

"The hell you didn't. I'm getting sick of your constant looks of contempt towards Dr. House."

Manning blushed and held up her hands in surrender. "I never meant to…"

"I'm not done yet," House said, holding up his hand. "When you're in the presence of my wife you'll treat her with the same respect you give me. While she may be "just a co-head" of this department, she's been at diagnostics a hell of a lot longer than you and deserves that respect. And yes, I know you've said derogatory things about her behind her back. Nothing gets past me, Dr. Manning. You might want to remember that in the future and consider this to be a firm warning. Disrespect toward anyone else in this department will also not be tolerated. Now get out of my sight and find us a patient."

She turned on her heel and stormed out.

"Wow, House," Cameron said softly as she took a seat at her desk. "That was harsh, even for you."

"She had it coming, Allison. My hands are kind of tied as to how to deal with her or I would've fired her on the spot."

"Well, with that warning you just gave her, one could consider that probation. If she does something like that again, it can be labeled as insubordination and cause for dismissal."

"Someone's been reading the fine print of the contract," he chuckled. "I love you."

She smiled sweetly back at him. "I love you, too."

Since Manning couldn't find a patient, House and Cameron decided to bail out early and left the team to their own devices. They stopped at their favorite restaurant for dinner and then headed home. As they pulled in their driveway, Wilson and Hilary drove up behind them and parked. The four got out of their cars and Hilary rushed up to hug Cameron while Wilson came to stand next to House. He smiled at Cameron and wished her a happy birthday. Cameron walked over to House and took his hand.

"Dinner was amazing, Greg. Thank you," Cameron said and gave him a kiss.

"I can top that," House said as he clicked the garage door remote and the door opened to reveal a shiny black motorcycle with flames, topped with a big red bow.

"What…" Cameron said as she turned around and saw the bike in all its glory.

"Do you like it?" House asked, a little worried at her reaction. She didn't seem to understand what the bike was doing there.

She turned to him. "This is mine?"

"Yeah. I thought you might enjoy actually riding one than being a passenger on my crotch rocket."

"But I don't have a license."

"We'll get you one, and lessons from a good place. I booked you into a 3 day course this weekend and you'll have your license to ride on Sunday."

She threw her arms around House's neck and peppered his face with kisses. "You are the most amazing man…"

Wilson and Hilary both watched them. Hilary in adoration, and Wilson in awe, still not used to seeing his best friend so happy.

"Umm...we brought a cake," Wilson said, now looking away from the happy couple as they continued to kiss each other.

House slowly released Cameron, sucking her bottom lip as he usually did before ending a kiss, and smiled at Wilson. "Well why didn't you say so? Let's go."

"I can't wait to ride it," she whispered as they walked into the house.

"Me neither. Oh wait, you meant the bike, didn't you?"

Cameron playfully nudged him. "Pervert."

"I didn't hear you complaining last night."

"Enough already!" Wilson groaned as he set the cake on the kitchen counter while Hilary grabbed a knife to cut it with and handed it to Cameron.

She cut everyone a decent size piece while House set about making coffee to go with it. He then went to the refrigerator, pulled out the milk and poured a large glass for Hilary. Once everyone was settled in the living with their cake and drinks, they chatted about the week and Hilary's textbook pregnancy. Her stomach jutted out and she said she couldn't see her feet but she was more than happy with that.

Sensing that House wanted some alone time with the birthday girl, Wilson and Hilary left shortly after finishing their cake.

"I thought they'd never leave," House groaned as he leaned against the door.

Cameron laughed. "It's still light out, let's take the bike, test it out."

"I haven't given you your other present yet," he said and went into the other room. He came back out with two gift wrapped boxes.

"There's more? House…"

"Just open them."

Laughing, she opened the smaller box to reveal a leather jacket that was similar to his and a pair of gloves. The leather was soft to the touch but protective enough for a motorcycle ride. In the other box was a shiny black helmet with flames that resembled those on her bike.

"I love it. Thank you," she said and leaned over to give him a long appreciative kiss. "And I love you."

"I know. Try 'em on and we'll go for a quick ride."

House took her to a place where they could see the full moon glowing in the inky sky. Stars were strewn across it like diamonds on dark velvet. It was more of a lookout spot not too far from their house, but still on the outskirts of town. House was surprised there was nobody else around, since it would've been a prime place for a Lover's Lane.

"Wow, that was incredible," Cameron said as she climbed off the bike and took off her helmet, giving her head a shake.

"It's a pretty smooth ride. I might have to get one for myself."

"Mmm, that would be fun," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

There was a bench nearby so they went and sat down to watch the moon as it rose over the mountains casting a silvery light over everything.

"That's pretty cool," House said as he wrapped his arm around Cameron's shoulders.

"Yeah. I've never seen the moon like that in Princeton. There's not really any place like this there."

"Well, there was from the roof of the hospital," he told her with a slight grin.

He turned to look at her and she looked back at him. Then she ran her fingers along his stubbled jaw.

"It was a good day. Thanks."

"Were you spoiled enough?"

She laughed. "Yes, more than enough."

"Then my job is done."

"Oh, I think there's still one more thing you have to do," she whispered before claiming his lips in a long kiss.

"Mmm well...yeah, that goes without saying," he murmured against her lips. After a few more deep kisses, he nudged her. "Come on, time to head back and go to bed. And by bed I mean sex."

"Sounds like a perfect way to end the day. Although there is one thing I'd like before that happens."

"Name it."

"I want you to play the piano for me."

"I take it you have something in mind?"

"The Pearl Harbor theme song. I love how you play it, and it brings back nice memories."

He nodded. "I can do that. The birthday girl always gets what she wants."

"Does she?"

"Yep."

He got them back to the house in record time and as she climbed off the bike, she smiled at him. "Sometimes I still can't believe that this beautiful house is ours."

"Well it is. And we have yet to christen all the rooms," he leered at her as they entered.

"Haven't we?" she asked as she removed her coat and hung it with her helmet on the coat rack beside the door. House handed her his coat and helmet. She hung them up and turned to look at him.

"Living room still remains untouched. Conveniently, the piano is also in there so we can kill two birds with one stone."

Cameron laughed. "You want to have sex on your piano? Somehow I find that hard to believe."

"Let's just see what happens. Go slip into something sexy and I'll get us a drink."

She chuckled and shook her head but went to their bedroom anyway while he poured them a snifter of Brandy to share as they sometimes did before bed.

She came down wearing a red satin robe which showed a hint of a matching nightie underneath.

"Wow," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. "Now that's what I'm talking about."

"Glad you approve. Now, to the piano."

Taking her hand, he led her to the piano. Gently, he pushed her down on the bench and then sat next to her. Through the French doors, they could see the moon over the mountains. Cameron sighed and rested her head on his shoulder as he began to play. She let the music wash over her and slid her hand up his leg. She could feel the muscles shift beneath his jeans as he pressed the pedals. Her hand slid up higher causing him to suck in his breath and miss several notes. Tilting her head, she kissed the warm skin beneath his ear. As she kissed her way down his neck, she unbuckled his belt and slid the zipper down on his jeans.

"Okay," he breathed. "Enough music."

He slid his jeans and boxer shorts down his legs and turned his head. His mouth captured hers in a searing kiss. Sliding her robe off, he dropped it on the floor. She grasped his erection and he moaned. His hands glided under her nightgown up and he pulled back with a smirk.

"No panties. Me likee," he whispered against her mouth.

"Then you should really like this," she told him. "I read about it."

She stood and pulled her gown over her head. He reached out and traced the firm swell of each breast. She kissed him and then turned away. His breath left him as she tilted her hips back and slid down on him. He ran his hand down her back and kissed her shoulder as she began to move on him. Reaching around her, his hands kneaded her breasts. He gently squeezed one nipple as his hand slipped between her legs. She was wet and his fingers slid against her clit as he began to rub her. He licked the sweat that ran down her spine. Fire began to course through his veins as she moved faster. He pressed hard against her nub and she cried out as her orgasm throbbed through her. He pulled her back against him and thrust up into her. Within seconds, he shuddered as his own powerful orgasms thundered over him. She gripped his legs and panted.

"Best birthday ever," she gasped as he nipped at her neck.

He grinned and helped her stand up. He kicked off his shoes, jeans and boxers leaving them in a pile beneath the piano. His shirt followed and then he picked her up.

"Living room is christened," he said as he kissed her. "Now, let's continue this in the bedroom."

"Me likee," she purred as he carried her upstairs.