A/N: Here it is, the FINAL chapter. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!
Chapter Eleven
After thirty minutes, House stood outside the bathroom door and knocked. "Hey, you didn't swirl down the drain, did you?"
"Nope. Not yet."
"If you don't want to end up a wrinkly prune, you should get out. That is if you aren't already in a raisinish state."
"I don't want to." Her voice was a mixture of petulance and mirth.
"Don't make me come in there, young lady."
He heard her giggle. "Is that supposed to be a threat? Or a promise?"
"Just come out. I've got a good fire going now. You'll be warm. And look in our closet."
Intrigued, she climbed out, wrapped a big, fluffy towel around her wet body and went to the bedroom closet. She found a thick, fuzzy bathrobe and flannel pajamas hanging up. Smiling, she took them out and changed.
House was sitting in the living room smoking a cigar and drinking Scotch when she came in. "I poured you another glass of wine," he said in between puffs.
"Thanks," she said as she took a seat on the couch next to him.
"Like your jammies?"
"I love them. They'll be nice and warm to sleep in."
"That's the idea. Last year you said you were freezing most of the time."
"Well yeah, the furnace was broken."
"It was cozy though."
She smiled back at him. "Yes it was. I like cozy."
"Even with a misanthropic prick like me?"
"Especially with you," she grinned and gave him a playful peck on the cheek. Or rather, she was aiming for his cheek, but House had other ideas. He turned his head at the perfect moment and her lips landed exactly where he intended them to. He wasn't about to let her get away this time, and he held the back of her head as he deepened the kiss. He felt her tension at first but it quickly melted away as they continued to kiss and hold each other.
"I've been wanting you to do that since Wilson and Greg left for their trip," she whispered, partly out of breath.
"Whose idea do you think it was for them to go on that trip?"
Cameron laughed and threw her arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. "I knew it!"
"Knew what?"
"That you don't hate me."
"I never did."
She sighed and continued to stroke his cheek. "I'm sorry. For everything."
"I know. I'm sorry, too." Then he gave his head a dramatic shake as if to clear it. "I think a moonlight soak in the hot tub is in order."
"Let's go!" she laughed pulling him up from the couch. "It won't be the same without the snow."
"I think the phrase, It won't be the same without the snow is going to be said a lot this weekend," he mumbled as he followed her outside.
Once they were naked, they slipped into the hot tub. House leaned his head back as Cameron turned on the jets and the warm, pulsing water began to work its magic on his leg. He suddenly spluttered and coughed when Cameron splashed him.
"Oh, you are going to pay for that, little girl," he growled. He was on her side of the tub in a flash.
She took the advantage she had and gave him a long kiss. His mouth was warm as his tongue slipped against hers. As he kissed her, he raised one hand and pushed her beneath the water. She came up laughing and flicked water at him. He grabbed her and smiled as her wet body slid against his.
"You're evil," she laughed as she struggled against him to get free, but he was much stronger and held her tightly against him.
"Funny, Chase said that very thing to me once."
She smirked. "He was right about that. Now let me enjoy this nice warm water."
"In a minute," he said before his lips came down on hers.
"Mhm..yes!" Cameron cried out against his lips. After kissing her passionately, he began to move back to his own side but she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him back. "No, not yet."
"I thought you were enjoying this nice warm water," he teased.
"Just a little while longer? Make love to me…right here...right now."
"This is not the best place. We should go inside. Wilson will get pissy if we defile the pristine waters of the hot tub."
Pouting, Cameron followed him into the house. However, as soon as they got inside, House slammed the door closed and backed her up against it, kissing the breath out of her. His warm mouth immediately sought out her nipple and she cried out. Her fingers buried in his hair as he feasted on each nipple and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. He seemed to have no problem holding her up against the door as his lips eventually worked their way up her neck to find her mouth once again and then he stepped back and carried her the three steps to the nearest flat surface which was the kitchen table.
"Oh God…" she said as he laid her across it, brushing whatever had been on the table off to the side. It was so raunchy and so feverish that she was powerless to stop him at that point. She felt too good to stop, and House didn't seem to be able to stop himself, even if he wanted to. His lips never left hers as he pulled her legs apart and rubbed his stiff cock against her damp core. She had fantasies about him taking her over his desk just like this and so far the reality was a hell of a lot hotter than any fantasy she had been able to think up. The only sounds in the kitchen came from them as they reacquainted themselves with each other's bodies
"House…" she breathed.
"No talking," he growled as pulled her to the edge of the table.
His lips crashed on hers once more at the same time he thrust slowly into her warm and wet passage. He didn't move for a few moments, letting her adjust, but she arched her back and gripped the edge of the table for support just in case.
"God…" he groaned as he began slowly, savoring the moment with each gentle thrust. Her legs wrapped around his hips once again, bringing him closer to her.
She closed her eyes and let him do as he wished. He felt so good, so right, as he completely filled her. Any emptiness she felt before was now replaced with complete love and adoration for the man who had stolen her heart years ago and ruined her for any other man. House was now hers, and she wasn't going to let him go ever again. For that she was certain. She needed him as much as he needed her.
House wanted to prolong things as long as possible but it was futile. He soon found himself reaching the edge and he knew Cameron was right there with him. With one last final thrust, they both fell over the edge and the feelings and emotions washed over them like a tidal wave.
"I'm never going to be able to look at this table the same way again," he murmured in her ear as he buried his face against her shoulder.
Cameron breathed out a laugh as she reached up and gently played with the hair at the nape of his neck. "Me neither."
"I'm hungry," he murmured again, still not moving.
"I should think so."
He carefully got up and helped her to her feet. "Let's go into town for dinner. There's not much here. We should probably get more groceries, too."
Cameron nodded. "Yeah. Wilson and Greg will be back tomorrow so we should get some food in the house."
There was a moment of awkwardness and Cameron felt like she needed to say something.
"House?"
He paused in the doorway of the kitchen area. "Yeah?"
She walked over to him and gently placed her hand against his stubbled cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into her touch.
"I love you."
His eyes opened and he gave her a small smile. "I know. And in case you're wondering, the feeling is mutual."
That was probably the closest thing to an "I love you" as she was going to get and it warmed her from the inside out.
"That's all I needed to hear."
The End.
