A/N: Sorry for the delay in updating this story. I had a bit of writer's block..and then I went away for the weekend and..well...you know. It did inspire me for the smuttiness in this chapter, however hahaha. Enjoy!

Chapter 11

The sun had set, the lake was calm, almost like glass with a thin layer of mist settling on top. House sat on the patio with his glass of Bourbon enjoying the quiet. Well, it was sort of quiet, aside from the loons calling each other across the lake. He'd heard their call before, but never in person, and never so clearly before.

"Whatcha doin' out here?" Cameron said quietly as she took a seat next to him.

"Looking at the lake. What've you been up to?"

"I took a quick shower."

"You weren't lying when you said how quiet it is up here. I can actually hear myself think. It's kind of scary."

She laughed as she wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek on his shoulder. "I told you it was peaceful. Can you see any stars yet?"

"Just the ones in your eyes," he said playfully as he batted his eyelashes at her, causing her to laugh even harder.

Suddenly something swooped past them and he ducked. "What the hell was that?"

"Just a bat."

House's eyes widened. "Bats? You never said anything about there being bats."

"Oh please. They won't hurt you."

"I dunno..that one was pretty close," he said, looking around anxiously.

"Wanna go inside then? I started a fire so it's nice and cozy in there."

"Mmm sounds sexy."

"It certainly can be. C'mon."

House let her take his hand and followed her inside. They closed all the curtains around the room and while Cameron went to the kitchen to get a drink, House busied himself by spreading out a blanket on the floor near the fireplace and tossing a few pillows. When she returned, he was lying on his side with a smile on his face that made her melt.

"What's all this?" she asked as she handed him a glass of bourbon.

"Just setting the mood."

"I was already in the mood but whatever works for you," she grinned as she stretched out on the blanket next to him.

House eyed the dark red liquid in her glass and arched his eyebrow. "I hope that's grape juice."

"It's cranberry juice, actually," she pouted. "But I felt left out so..I put it in a wine glass."

He chuckled and pulled her into his arms. "Poor baby."

"It's the only thing that sucks about being pregnant, in my opinion."

"You say that now. You'll be singing a different tune when you're praying to the porcelain god every morning."

"So far so good. I haven't had much of that. And the first trimester is almost over so…"

"It's rare not to have morning sickness but it does happen. Speaking of which, I guess we need to discuss some things."

Cameron wrinkled her nose at that and snuggled closer, resting her cheek against his chest. "Mm..not now."

"Hmm..feeling a little frisky tonight, Dr. Cameron?"

"With you, House, always," she laughed as she took a long sip of juice.

He reached over and softly stroked her cheek, causing her to close her eyes at the feel of his touch. He could be so gentle sometimes it was amazing. And other times he was wild and reckless.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked her, still gently touching her everywhere, his fingers barely on her skin driving her crazy.

"That this is the first time I've been up here without my parents."

"So what you're telling me then…is that I'm the first?" he grinned.

"In a manner of speaking."

"Hmm..well then I guess I'll have to make a good first impression," he said as he ground his pelvis against hers, causing her to moan softly.

"Shouldn't be too hard," she whispered as she returned the gesture and wrapped her legs around his.

"I'll show you what's hard," he chuckled as his erection pressed against her thigh.

"My God..already?" she giggled as he kissed her neck and pulled her even closer.

"Hey, I'm lying on the floor with a beautiful woman wrapped around me. How could I not get turned on? Nevermind that when you're screaming mine and God's name as I'm fucking you into a coma, the people at this resort will never look at you the same way again. Or me, for that matter."

"Fuck 'em!" she laughed as he rolled her onto her back and towered over her. She reached up to unzip his jeans, and slipped her hand inside his boxers. "I'd rather fuck you into a coma."

House clinched his eyes shut at Cameron's firm grip on his cock and the way she was stroking it within the very tight confines of his jeans.

"Ohh..fuck..Allison…if you keep that up…I..won't last long."

"In a hurry? We have all night, after all."

"I was hoping to..last at least…oh God..Ally..FUCK.." He came hard and spilled into his jeans as he fell onto his back and stared at the heavy log beams across the ceiling. "Ever wonder what would happen if one of those things came loose and fell?" He asked her, pointing up at them.

"Every year since I was a kid. I always slept in this room on the sofa beds and wondered that very thing. Luckily, whoever built this place was an engineering genius."

"How long ago was this place built?"

"Ummm..mid 1930's."

"Wow. I'm impressed."

"Yeah, but you couldn't stay here in winter. This place isn't insulated. You'd die of hypothermia."

"Damn," he chuckled. "I had so many ideas of bringing you up here at Christmas time when nobody else would be here."

"Not in this cabin," she giggled. "We'd have to break into one of the winterized cabins next door."

"Don't give me any ideas," he wiggled his eyebrows as he took a long sip of his drink. He was in a state of pure relaxation. Nothing could make the evening better. Of course, as if it were a sign from God, his cell phone rang.

"Don't answer it," Cameron groaned, trying to reach his cell before he could. It was a lost cause, since his arms were certainly longer.

"Shhh! Be a good girl for two minutes." He flipped open his phone. "House."

Cameron didn't want to be a "good girl," however. Downing the rest of her juice, she put the glass aside and ran her hand down his chest, causing him to arch an eyebrow at her.

"Dr. House, it's Detective Jim Hardy. How are ya?"

"I'm up in the middle of nowhere with a beautiful woman in my lap. So make it quick."

Jim laughed on the other end as Cameron unzipped House's jeans with expert hands. "Okay then I'll make it quick. Kathryn Sutherland was arrested a few hours ago trying to leave the country."

"Why was she.."

"We've got her in for questioning so I'll update you on that later. We also found a loaded gun in her luggage. So anyway, you're free to come back. She won't be seeing the light of day anytime soon."

"Well that's a relief. Keep me posted."

House snapped his phone shut just as Cameron's lips covered his cock and he groaned. "Oh God..you are…a…naughty..naughty…unghh..girl!"

She didn't answer. Her tongue was circling the tip as her hand gently stroked his shaft.

Grabbing her by her hair he pushed her onto her back. "I think someone needs to be taught a lesson."

"Who?" she giggled as he moved on top of her.

"You! And here I thought you were a good girl."

"You corrupted me."

"Oh sure, blame the cripple." His fingers quickly unclasped her bra at the front and it sprang open, revealing her breasts, now more round than before. "So sexy," he whispered as he softly kissed each one.

"Will you still think that when I'm huge?"

"I'll just love you that much more."

"We'll see about that," she sighed, looking away, her eyes glistened with tears.

"Oh no..don't start that. Allison…look at me." He put his fingers under her chin and turned her face to look at him. "What's all this about?"

She blinked once and a single tear rolled to the side. "I don't know. You like me the way I am now..but in a few months I'm going to start gaining weight and.."

"Getting bigger breasts," he added with a playful squeeze. "A bonus, if you ask me."

"And a bigger butt."

"Easier to grab onto."

"My belly will be huge."

"So we'll do it doggy-style. Honestly, there's nothing bad about any of it. You're beautiful now, and you'll be even more beautiful as each month goes by. Hell, you're already glowing. So I don't want to hear anymore of that talk. Understand?"
She nodded and looked away again but he made her look at him once more. His eyes were bright blue and quickly becoming dark, the way they did when he was becoming aroused. "No, don't just nod, say it."

"I understand. No more talk about being fat and ugly."

"Good. Now we got that out of the way, I don't know about you but it's getting cold in here. How about we go to bed?"

"Okay. You should put some kindling in the heater in the hall for morning. Trust me. It gets damn cold."

"Alright."

Cameron put away the empty drinking glasses, locked up, and got dressed for bed. House entered the room and did the same, both of them climbing into bed together. They reached for the other as if they couldn't stand to be apart for a minute, and she felt instantly relaxed in his arms as he held her.

"Get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow."

"Got plans?"

"A few."

"Who was on the phone earlier?"

"The detective. They picked up Kat trying to leave the country," he yawned, like it was no big deal. "She's in jail."

"Well that's good news. Which means we can go home earlier."

He glanced at her. "Do you want to go home?"

"Not right away, but maybe in a few days."

"Good."

Cameron woke up to the feel of something pressing into her back. When she opened her eyes she saw that it wasn't quite daylight yet but the sun was coming up. She slept so good she almost forgot where she was for a moment. That is, until she turned over and was nose to nose with House. He was still asleep, but not the other part of him that was now urgently pressed against her stomach.

"House?" she whispered, feeling slightly uncomfortable as she tried to shift her position. Finally she was comfortable again and fell back to sleep.

"Mm..Cameron," House murmured as he pressed his face against her neck and gently tickled her skin with his scruff.

"What time is it?" she murmured, also half asleep.

"A little after eight."

"I'm going to make breakfast. I'm starving. Can you light the heater? It's freezing."

"Sure. Now get yer ass in the kitchen, woman!" he bellowed teasingly as he dragged himself out of bed.

"Keep up that attitude and you'll be wearing breakfast," she shot back with a wicked grin as she made her way down the hall.

Once House had a fire started, he crawled back into the warmth of their bed until the smell of cooking bacon and brewing coffee were too good to ignore. Why did breakfast cooking always smell better in the great outdoors? He got dressed quickly, throwing on a T-shirt, jeans and socks and limped to the kitchen. The cold air did not help the morning ache in his leg and Cameron noticed that his limp was more pronounced but didn't say anything.

"Something smells good," he said as he went to the coffee maker to pour himself a cup. "Want some?"

"I'll get mine in a sec. Have a seat."

As soon as House was seated at the kitchen table, she placed a plate of bacon and pancakes in front of him. However, before she could move away, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down for a long, searing kiss. "After breakfast, we're going back to bed."

She grinned knowingly at him. "Then you'd better eat fast."

House took a big bite of the pancakes and groaned his appreciation. "These are the fluffiest pancakes I've ever seen!"

"It's the altitude. They always come out that way."

"I'm starting to really like this place."

They stole erotic glances at each other as they ate and when they finished, House helped her clear the dishes before urgently pulling her down the hall toward the bedroom. Falling breathlessly on the bed together, they tore at each other's clothes and before Cameron had time to think about it, House was pressing himself inside her.

She squealed and bucked her hips under him as his thrusts pushed her across the mattress until she was up against the headboard.

"So tight," he grunted as they both came together quickly and collapsed, still holding each other, both too sated and exhausted to hear the car pulling up outside.

A/N: I felt a cliffhanger was in order. Now if you would just click on that button down there..lemme know how ya like this story, I appreciate it much! xox