Chapter Twelve

November 30, 2007

"Oh, House, it's perfect!" Cameron squealed when she saw the Corvette. House made sure it was delivered to the hospital at the end of the day so she could drive it home. "I can't believe it's really here." It sat in all its shiny red glory with the top down, seemingly waiting patiently for her to take the wheel.

"Get in," he said as he opened the driver's side door for her. "It's yours. You can drive us home."

"What about the Camry?"

"It can stay here overnight." He got into the passenger side and handed her the keys. "Start 'er up."

The engine roared to life and she grinned. "Wow. Purrs like a kitten."

"Sexy, isn't it?" he asked as he leaned over and kissed her. "Speaking of sexy, the sun will be setting soon. Let's go."

She didn't need convincing. She put the car in gear and peeled out of the parking lot, unaware that they were being followed.

She drove to their usual place which they referred to as their "spot" and parked underneath the weeping willows. "I love this car," she sighed, caressing the steering wheel.

"It suits you. I hope you'll let me drive it sometimes."

"Only if you'll let me drive your Bond car."

"Only if you put out."

"I think I might make that a condition for driving this car, too. So get over here and put out!"

"Yes, ma'am!" he chuckled and then made the seat go back as far as it would go and reclined it a little before he patted his lap. "Might be more conducive if you came over here. Then I won't get stuck with the gear shift up my ass."

"Well, that's a lovely image," she muttered but climbed into his lap. His arms went around her and she gyrated against the growing bulge in his jeans. "God...yes…"

"Greg," he corrected, and then chuckled. "Not that I mind the mix-up."

"Your ego is certainly big enough," she teased, but then gasped when he unzipped her pants and slid his hand inside, stroking her.

"You were saying?"

Once he had her wet enough for his liking, he unzipped his own jeans, pulled himself out and positioned her over him, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance.

"House….fuck me…" she groaned and tried to take him inside but he held off, laughing when she groaned in frustration. But then he pulled her down onto him in one quick movement and she cried out. "Yes!"

Her fingers buried in his hair as she slowly moved up and down his length, slowly at first, driving him crazy. Each time he'd try to get her to move faster, she'd stop moving.

"You little vixen," he murmured against her lips. "You're gonna pay for that."

"Oh yeah?" she giggled as his whiskers tickled her neck as he kissed and nuzzled.

"Yeah," he said as he reached down where their bodies joined and strummed her to the point of no return and she began to gyrate against his fingers.

"Yesssss," she hissed and crashed her lips against his as they both reached the climaxes they'd been craving. His arms went around her and pulled her firmly against him as they let the sensations roll through them like rippling waves.

Manning sat in her car watching House and Cameron have sex in that brand new Corvette. Shameless slut, she thought. She could understand House doing something like that. Men needed sex more than women did. However, once she and House were married, they would have sex in bed with the lights out the way God intended. She'd submit to him as often as he wanted but only in the privacy of their bedroom.

When House maneuvered Cameron onto his lap, she shuddered in disgust and started her car. She turned around and headed home. The last thing she wanted to see was that little hussy actually having sex with House. Anger coursed through her veins like molten lava. Somehow she had to get House and it seemed like the only way to do would be to get rid of his wife. Manning began to plot as she drove. It would have to look like an accident, of course. Once his wife was gone, though, Manning planned to be there for him. Then he'd realize just how perfect they were for each other. Once he did, he would help her ruin her ex-husband and get her girls back. Then her life would be perfect again. She would have her children and a strong man to take care of her again. If that meant Langston had to die, so be it.


Cameron lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. She was tired and her stomach was queasy. She'd woken up feeling like hell for the past week, and then the symptoms would pass by mid-morning. Something was definitely going on and while she tried not to fear the worst, she couldn't help herself. She had a UTI a month ago which was quickly taken care of with antibiotics but…

Her eyes flipped open and she groaned. Oh God! She sat up and got out of bed. House had already gone into work, assisting the surgery on their current patient and she was grateful because he'd pick up on her anxiety and run with it, and she did not need that now. Her mind raced as she drove to the local drug store. It couldn't be possible. Could it? They'd used condoms while she was taking the antibiotics since the pill would lose its effectiveness.

Then, as she sat on the side of the tub and stared at the bold plus sign on the digital read out, she felt deflated. She would definitely need confirmation. These tests had been known to be wrong, after all. With that, she got back in the car and drove to work, making her first stop the lab where she drew her own blood.

When she arrived at her office, House was still not back from surgery but Manning was standing at the coffee machine.
"Tea?" she inquired as she held up House's red mug.

"Please, although my mug is the black one."

"Of course," Manning said in a too-sweet voice. "You're starting late today."

"House said there was no point in coming in so early. When he gives me a chance to sleep in, I'm going to take it."

Manning handed her the mug. "Isn't that what weekends are for?"
Cameron's eyes narrowed at the woman. "It is the weekend. Speaking of which, why are you here?"

"Since Brown's been off sick, the paperwork needs to be done so I volunteered. I would've thought you'd do it, though, honestly. Didn't you used to do his charting when you were his fellow?"

Cameron heard the dig but chose to ignore it. She didn't have the strength to start anything.

"I did. But since you volunteered, it's your job now. I need to get to the lab."

Before Manning could ask why, Cameron was gone, so she followed, staying out of sight. Even though it was the weekend, the place was busy so it was easy to go undetected.

She watched Cameron sit at the computer and then bury her face in her hands for a moment before getting up and quickly leaving the desk. Once she left, Manning took her seat, hacked into her profile, and read the results.

"No, no, no, no...she's pregnant? Shit," she muttered as she shut down the computer and returned to the conference room. She needed to do something. If House's wife had his baby then she'd never have a chance to be with him.