Chapter 29
House was driving a different car, to the same place. This time when he drove up the lane he saw green bursting through the winter grays and browns. He parked the car but noticed there was no pickup truck this time, but Cameron's car she had driven from New Jersey to Pennsylvania was parked there. He could see small flowers that were planted around the front porch and as he was about to knock on the door he could see that although the screen door was closed, the inside door was standing open. He walked inside, seeing little had changed in the past month and a half other than more of the baby's things being downstairs. The dressing table was now standing in the room with all the paraphernalia that went with it. He glanced through the rest of the house, but found it empty. He noticed the door in the kitchen was standing open also, so he made his way out onto the back porch. He looked toward the tree house and noticed someone kneeling at the base of the tree it was built in. He would know that perfect bottom anywhere and his blood began to heat up. Cameron was planting flowers around the tree as their daughter lay bundled up in her carrier next to her. He made his way down the steps and over to her, letting his shadow fall across her.
"Hi, Dad. Mom and Tony went for groceries. They should be back soon," she said as she continued digging with her gloved hands.
"I know they always said I was old enough to be your father, but I certainly don't feel like your father right now."
She turned around immediately and looked up at him. "What are you doing here?"
He couldn't help but notice how her eyes traveled over him. He continued watching her as she took off her gloves and got to her feet, then picked up the baby carrier and started for the house.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.
"I'm going inside. And you're leaving."
"I'm not going anywhere until I've come to say what I have to say." He caught up with her as she was about to go into the kitchen, and he prevented her from locking him outside. He followed her as she hastily made her way upstairs and by the time he got mid-way up the steps, he heard her slam the door to her bedroom. He wasn't put off in the least as he made his way to where she was hiding. He tried the knob but found it was locked. 'Unlock the door, Cameron."
"I will not. Now go away before you wake Sandra."
"If Dee wakes up, it'll be because you wouldn't open the door."
"Go home, House. Nothing has changed. And if you must know," she added nervously. "I'm seeing someone else."
"Oh, you are," he said, skeptically.
"Yes. I am. It's a boy I went to high school with. He's one of Tony's teachers now, and. . ."
House rolled his eyes with exasperation then went for it as he charged the door. As his shoulder met it, it's frame splintered and allowed the door to swing open. He looked at her as she glanced at the baby that was now asleep on her tummy in the crib, then looked back at him with huge eyes.
"And just what are you "doing" while you see this "boy?" Don't tell me he sets your heart aflutter," he smirked as he closed the door behind him, pulling a chair over to prop against it as it's latch was now broken.
"He. . .he. . .we. . .we talk. . .and we. . ." She backed away from him as he prowled after her. Finally she could go no farther and he placed his hands on her face.
"You what? Do you kiss? Does he make you feel like this?" He leaned down and covered her mouth with his, sucking and biting her lips until she opened them to him and allowed him to press his tongue inside. He heard her moan as her tongue responded immediately and her hands closed over his arms. "Can he make you want to do the things I can make you do? Tell me you still want to do them, Allison."
Suddenly she stopped kissing him and her arms started swinging, slapping at him repeatedly as he held his arms in front of him. He grabbed her and she struggled to free herself, sliding down the wall in her attempt and bringing him down with her.
"No! No more! Get out! Why do you do this to me? Why can't you just be happy with Stacey and let me get on with my life?"
"I don't want Stacey! I don't want her!"
"You do! You do!" She cried as she covered her face, not bearing to look at him anymore. "I read it, over and over. Night after night, I've read the emails you sent to her, telling her you loved her, telling her I'd never be what she was. You treated me like a whore and all along she was your queen. You told her I was an embarrassment to you."
"It wasn't me," he cried in response as he kept pulling her hands away from her face. "It wasn't me."
But she went on as if she hadn't heard him. "I loved you for so long and you laughed at me with her. I was your joke."
He stood up with her, pulling her limp body with him as he moved to the bed and lay down with her. "You were never a joke, Ally. You were my strength."
"No." She continued. "You lied to me. Why should I ever trust you again?"
"Because it wasn't me."
He covered her mouth with his again, taking her with him as he climbed the heights of their yearning. He moved his leg between hers as he ran his tongue along her lips and teeth, pressing it inside her mouth and drawling her tongue into his. Suddenly she was kissing him back, fiercely kissing him as she held onto his face with both hands. He was moving his hands over her, wanting to touch her so badly it was nearly making him explode. He slid his hand up under her t-shirt, noting the enlarged state of her breasts as he squeezed them through her bra. He couldn't wait any longer. He had been waiting for nearly eight weeks and he was on fire for her. He yanked her shirt up over her breasts as he slid himself between her thighs, rocking his hips against her as he lifted her bra and exposed the rosy nipples he craved. He squeezed them and was sent crashing back to reality when he saw droplets of milk form on the peaks of each nipple. He knew she had to wait until she was examined by her doctor before she could resume sex. He had to find out so he didn't harm her.
"Are you allowed?" He asked but upon her blank look, he went on. "Did you see a doctor yet? Since you had the baby? Are you allowed?"
"Yes," she breathed as she rocked herself against him.
"Take your clothes off," he said hurridly.
He was off the bed in an instant, pulling his shirts off over his head and then working on his jeans. When he looked back at her she was sliding her own jeans off, but her shirt remained on.
"Don't look at me," she said quietly.
"What?" He asked with furrowed brows as he lay down beside her. "Take your shirt off."
"No. Not unless you don't look."
"Why?" He reached over and pulled it from her, then unhooked her bra and removed that but she tried to cover herself. "I want to look at you. I need to look at you. My God, you don't know how much I've missed you."
He bowed his head and started kissing her neck and throat, pushing her hands away from the front of her as she continued to try to hide herself.
"But you said I was getting so fat. You said I was disgusting," she whispered.
"It wasn't me!" He said as he moved between her legs and entered her more roughly than he should have.
She threw her head back and bit her lip against the pain that shot through her. He immediately realized how tight she had become since giving birth to their daughter, and how tender. He put his mouth on hers again as he started moving his hips, delving deeper and deeper with each thrust until she was no longer stiff with pain, but was actually beginning to correlate the movements of her hips with his. He dipped his head lower, moving down her neck, across her chest until he took her nipple in his mouth again. This time he didn't hesitate sucking, relishing the taste that warmed his tongue. It's sweetness made him moan deeply then move to its twin and receive the same. He felt her hands in his hair, cradling his head to her as she enjoyed this experience as much as he. He reached for her legs, pulling them up farther as he adjusted her for better access.
"Oh, my God, Greg!" She moaned as she let her fingers go down over his back, like a kitten sharpening her nails.
"Am I hurting you?" He asked as he lifted his head and looked down at her.
She simply looked back at him and let her tongue wet her lips as she watched him. He continued to look back at her as he thrust inside of her, feeling as if he were finally whole again. She ran her fingers down his sides as far as her reach would allow. They seemed to get lost in one another's gaze, each knowing that the other's eyes would be the last thing on this side of heaven that they would want to see.
"God help me, but I needed you," she said quietly as a tear slipped from the corner of her eye. He stopped his thrusts and moved his hand to cup her cheek, then met her lips with his own. She moved her hips against him, urging him to continue as a tear fell from her other eye. "No, don't stop."
He started moving inside of her again as he reached down between them and ran his finger over her hardened nub, circling it and stroking it until she arched her back and he could feel her velvet walls squeezing him and sending him reeling into his own climax.
"I'm sorry! God, Allison, I'm so sorry!" He cried as he spilled his seed inside of her.
They lay with him collapsed on top of her for nearly ten minutes before the baby started to fuss and he reached his hand inside the crib to pick up her pacifier and place it in her mouth.
"Let me up," Cameron said quietly and he rolled off of her. "Please, get dressed. My father will be home any minute. I don't think I want him to walk in on us while we're naked."
He moved off of the bed and pulled his pants up from where they had traveled down near his knees. He adjusted himself and closed his jeans, then pulled his t-shirt back on and replaced his oxford. When he looked back at her, she was completely dressed except for her shoes and socks. He walked toward her, hoping to take her in his arms again.
"You said you were sorry," she said blankly as she looked up at him.
"Yes, I did. I am sorry."
"Then you admit you did it," she said with a false smile as she walked past him, pulled the chair away from the door and opened it. "You can leave now. Please, don't come back."
"No, Mom." Tony's voice sounded behind her, turning both of his parents' attention to him. "I called James last night and again today. Dad is staying. He's got proof that he didn't send those emails and he didn't even see the ones sent from that woman."
