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Chapter 11

Cameron heaved a deep sigh as she went into the kitchen to start the coffee. It was clear that neither of them was in the mood to continue what they'd started before Cuddy's tirade and she was getting hungry.

"What're you making me?" House inquired as he leaned against the fridge with his chin resting on the open door as he looked at her. She seemed a little tense, her jaw was set, and she wasn't smiling like she usually was in the morning.

"There isn't much here. I need to do a serious grocery shopping. I can make toast or frozen waffles. And there's cereal."

"Cereal works for me. Where is it?"

"Over there, on the counter," she pointed as she took out the milk for the coffee and the sugar.

"What should we do today? Other than get groceries?" House asked her, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Other than clean up the scattered clothes and condom wrappers? Gee, I don't know," she snapped, making House wince. She wasn't happy.

House slammed the cereal box down on the counter and faced her. "Oookay. What's wrong? I really hope that Cuddy didn't get to you. She was just blowing off steam."

"You're making excuses for her now?"

"No. I'm just telling you..."

"Because you know her so well. I get it."

"She did get to you. Made you second guess yourself, did she? Well don't. I'm not going anywhere. I flew just about half way across the country with you to get away from her."

"Yeah and for how long? Until you've had your fun with me and realize that you really belong with her because you two have some kind of sick history from the ol' college days?"

House tried to keep his temper but it was becoming increasingly difficult. "That's old news. Yeah, she and I have a history but it has nothing to do with why she and I got together last summer. I got together with her for all the wrong reasons. I thought it was what I wanted because since before Mayfield, I thought it was right. I admit I was happy with her for a time. And then I read your article. It made me miss you all over again. That's when things started to turn bad. Something was missing and I realized it was you all the time. I had to at least call you, just to hear your voice, but you wouldn't talk to me."

House scratched his forehead in frustration and sighed. "I think I hit my head a little too hard. I sound like a total sap!"

But Cameron was near tears, yet she didn't know why. Perhaps it was because he was opening up to her for the first time ever. "Why did you call me?"

"Because I love you, that's why! I always have!" he shot out before he could take the words back. They were out there, hanging between them in the kitchen as they stared at each other.

Cameron's breath hitched and she couldn't believe what she'd just heard. "R-really? Or are you just saying that to appease me?"

"Does that seem like something I would do?" he asked. "I love you."

She crossed to stand in front of him. "I love you, too."

"Good," he sighed. "Now can we please get back to the hot sex that was so rudely interrupted earlier?"

"Yes," she laughed.

House slowly unbuttoned the shirt she wore, kissing her neck as he did. Her hands rested on his waist as he pushed the button down shirt open. Dipping his head, he pressed a kiss against the swell of each breast. She trailed her hands up over his rib cage and around his back. Sliding the shirt off her shoulders, he kissed the curve of her neck as the shirt fluttered to the floor. She pressed him backwards until he was leaning against the kitchen counter. Her mouth found his as they sank to the floor. Lifting his hips, he allowed her to pull his boxers shorts off and sighed as she settled in his lap. His head lolled back against the cabinets as she trailed kisses down his neck. She leaned back and smiled at him. Stroking his cheek, she leaned forward to kiss him again. His hands tangled in her hair as his tongue slid into her mouth. His erection was trapped between them and the feel of her taut stomach rubbing against him sent heat radiating through him.

"I can't get enough of you," he murmured against her shoulder.

"I know," she replied as she nipped at his earlobe.

"Whose idea was it to wait so long to do this?" he asked.

"Yours because you can be so damn stubborn," she laughed as she kissed the corner of his mouth.

"I'm an idiot," he told her as his tongue darted out to trace her lower lip.

"Maybe," she told him. "But you're my idiot."

He smiled and kissed her. He opened one eye as she began patting the floor near them.

"What are you doing?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

"I'm looking for a condom."

He looked around and spotted the box on the dining room table. "On the table," he told her.

She got up and took a condom out of the box. She tore open the package and rolled it on him.

"Well, now that little Greg is all dressed and ready, what are you waiting for?" he teased.

A sharp hiss escaped him as she wrapped her fingers around him and guided him into her. "Nothing," she whispered in his ear.

She began to rock back and forth on him and he closed his eyes. He gripped her thighs, feeling her muscles contract as she began to move up and down on him. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as she moved and he shivered at the sensation.

Their moans echoed off the walls as she increased her speed. He felt her inner muscles begin to tighten and moved his hands to her waist to keep her from falling backwards. She arched back with each thrust and gripped his shoulders. Suddenly she stilled and looked into his eyes. As her muscles clamped down on him, she breathed his name and then jerked in his arms. He held her as she writhed and moaned, her muscles pulsing on him.

"Oh, Jesus, Cameron!" he shouted as his own orgasm pounded through him.

She shuddered as she relaxed against him. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in the damp fragrant mass of her hair.

"I love you," she whispered against his ear.

"Love you, too," he told her.