Chapter 34

House stood in front of the judge. He wore a blue suit and looked quite charming actually, even with the yellowish-green blotches that were left over from his fight with Chase. Cameron stood at his side. Her formal ivory-colored dress with lace bodice hugged her slim-again figure. Her hair was clipped up in a loose bun with soft tendrils framing her face as she looked stoically at the man before them. Wilson and Cuddy stood behind them, both listening to the judge as he spoke to House while Tony sat off to the side, chewing his fingernails as he held his sister.

It didn't take long; no more than fifteen minutes, actually, and they were finished. House took a deep breath and looked down at Cameron. She smiled reassuringly at him as a tear slid down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb then leaned down and met her lips with his. She put her arms around his waist.

Wilson let out a deep breath as he took a step back. "Well, that's it then."

Cuddy dabbed her eyes with a tissue. "Finally. It's been a long time coming."

"You "will" survive this, House," Wilson smiled at his friend as he put his arm around his wife's ever-growing waist.

"James! This is the best thing to happen to him and you know it!" Cuddy scolded her husband.

"So, it wasn't too painful, was it?" Wilson asked.

"Not so bad," House answered. "It's something I could get used to."

"I hope you mean you'll get used to the actual marriage–and not the wedding part–because this is the only one you're going to have," Cameron spoke up.

The six of them moved their party to an Italian restaurant where they further celebrated the union of Dr. and Dr. House, then after transferring baby, diapers, bottles, diaper bag, etc., to the Wilson car, along with one fifteen-year-old-son, the Houses went home to celebrate their wedding night.

It was late spring; a warm evening, and House had his jacket and tie off with his sleeves rolled midway up his arm. His top three buttons were undone as he sat on a chaise lounge on their bedroom's balcony. Cameron slowly exited their bathroom and saw him through the open doorway, then moved to stand to the side of him. He let his gaze move up her bare legs to her thigh-length chocolate satin negligee with it's cream-colored lace top and spaghetti straps, then up to those green eyes that had first attracted him to her. He stubbed out his cigar and took the last swallow of brandy before placing the snifter onto the floor next to them.

"Wow!"

She sat at his hip and opened his shirt further, pulled his t-shirt up, and ran her fingers through the sparse hair that covered his chest and belly. "I could say the same thing about you."

He smiled gently at her as he ran the back of his fingers across her cheeks then put them behind her neck, pulling her toward him for a kiss.

"Come here, we'll watch the sun set." He pulled her onto his lap until both of her legs were draped down along the right side of his hips.

"Wrong side of the house," she chuckled. "The sun rises on this side. Anyway, the sun went down half an hour ago."

"Okay, then we'll just fool around." He wiggled his eyebrows at her, bringing another smile to her lips before she sobered and placed both hands on his face, pulling him to her as she opened her mouth and allowed him to press his tongue inside.

He let his fingers slide over the satin of her negligee, down over her back and over her hip, onto her thigh, then back up again. As he ran his hand down over her shoulders and down her arm, she shivered with delight. Their fingers intertwined again and again, each taking pleasure in the feel of the other. He brought his hand back up her arm, up to her shoulder then down to her breast where he squeezed and rubbed his thumb over her nipple that hardened immediately. She moaned into his mouth as he gently pinched the stone-like pebble before moving her strap down over her shoulder and sliding his hand inside. She allowed him this pleasure as he continued fondling her breasts as their mouths and lips mated. When he removed his hand from inside her bodice she moaned again, this time in disappointment, but as his hand slid down over her side and her buttocks, rubbing them and enjoying the texture of the satin, her disappointment turned to intoxication. She delighted in the way his hands cupped and stroked her bottom, then traveled down her thighs and onto her calves. He massaged her legs, stroking their smoothness until he came back to her negligee, sliding his hand under it and between her thighs until he met with the fabric of her matching panties.

"Mmm, nice." He mouthed as he continued sliding his tongue into her mouth, sucking and lapping at her with hunger.

She spread her legs to him as he pressed his fingers down the top of her panties and found the nub that was already throbbing. He circled it and stroked it until she was writhing on his lap, panting against him and whimpering as he was bringing her close.

"Greg, lets go in on the bed," she breathed against him as he continued his ministrations beneath her satin panties.

"Not yet." He held her close as he continued kissing her and strumming her. "I want you to come, right here."

Cameron clutched at his arm, mindlessly pulling at it. He re-maneuvered her on his lap and moved his hand until he was going up her leg opening where he thrust two fingers into her very core and she groaned her acceptance, her hips bucking against his hand as she ended their kiss, burying her face against his neck as she pulled on his shoulders. When he began moving his thumb over her clit and alternately sliding his fingers into her, she bit down on his neck as he took her over the edge into an explosive climax.

He looked down at her as she lay limply in his arms. When she leaned back and looked up at him he almost drowned in the depths of her green eyes.

"Now, it's my turn," she growled softly.

He laughed at her as he leaned his head against the back of the chair and spread his arms in invitation. "Be my guest."

"What do you want?" She asked mischievously.

"Don't you want to surprise me?"

"No. I want you to tell me what you want first."

"Okay." He watched her get off his lap and turn to face him as she stood before him. "I've got a hard-on that feels like it's made of blue steel. Take care of it."

"Lets take this monster out of hiding, first, alright?"

She knelt on the floor and reached for his belt and then his pants, opening them and gently pulling his shaft from its confines. She glanced up at him, running her tongue over her lips then looked back down at his immense size. He lifted his hips as they both worked his pants down to his thighs. He watched as she dipped her head and kissed the tip of him, the sensation of her lips on his head causing him to jerk spasmodically.

"Lie on the chair," he instructed her. Lie between my legs. I want to watch you."

She ran her tongue over him and sucked him into her mouth then stood up and leaned over, meeting his mouth as she ran her tongue over his lips. He opened his mouth to her and sucked her tongue inside while at the same time, running his hand up her thighs and stroking his fingers inside of her again. She started riding against his hand as they continued their kiss, but pulled away as she stood erect while he kept his hand in place.

"Oh, God, stop or I'll stay here and won't do what you want," she breathed heavily.

He chuckled as he leaned his head back again, still watching her closely through half-lidded eyes as she moved to lie on the lounge's bottom half and put her arms around his thighs and hips. She looked up at him and smiled provocatively then placed her fingers around him as she brought her mouth down, bringing a loud groan as he watched her lips go around his bulk. He could never tire of watching her do this to him. An angel's face, doing this, was a turn on–the fact that this angel was his children's mother about blew his mind. He moved his hands to her hair, allowing her to set her own pace as her silky locks slid through his fingers. He watched as she would take as much of his massive size into her petite mouth as she could, which was very nearly all of him. He watched as she slid her lips and tongue from the base to the tip, grazed her teeth against him, sucked his tip and then would take all of him into her mouth again.

"Ally," he moaned, his pleasure mounting as he never took his eyes off of her. "You're so fucking good."

Now he was growing close and he couldn't stop his hips from bucking against her, but she took it in stride as she increased her pressure and speed, knowing what he liked and how to make him shout in ecstacy with his release. He could feel it coming as she pressed against his base and he spread his hand on the back of her head and held onto her as he came.

"Ahhh, Jesus Cameron!" With this, his eyes closed in a grimace and when he opened them again, his breathing still ragged and irregular, he watched as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and proceeded to crawl up his body until she was straddling his lap and looking into his eyes.

"Like that, did ya?" She asked smugly.

"Mmm-hmm," he chuckled again, "you know, you're really pretty good at it. I think I'm gonna enjoy this "marriage" thing."