PART 2

Cameron had a California King bed. The biggest you could buy. She knew now why she was drawn to it, the sheets were outrageously priced. But three grown adults took up a lot of room, especially one as tall as Greg.

Greg was in bed already, naked, when she and Wilson came back. Thank the sweet lord. She crawled in between them and laid down. She turned to face House with Wilson spooning up behind her. She ran her hand along his jaw, something she had been dying to do since she met him.

"This could get awkward." he mumbled.

"Only if you let it."she replied as she tasted his skin. His heat was scorching, igniting the fires of passion again. Her hands roamed his body, feeling his muscles, the light dusting of hair on his chest. He was so sexy, so manly, she had to have him inside her.

She straddled him, kissing a blazing trail up his chest to his lips. Their lips met in a heated frenzy, nipping, tasting, devouring. She slid down onto him, impaling herself with his large shaft. Allison moaned and rocked back. House cursed and gripped her hips tight enough to bruise the tender flesh as she rode him. Wilson laid on his side, watching, stroking himself in time with Allison's movements.

She rode him hard, throwing all caution to the wind. She had wanted this for so long, the feel of him inside her, the taste of him on her lips. Jim being there only added more spice to the moment. She had never done this sort of thing before, but God it felt to. Right and somehow naughty at the same time. She shuttered and climaxed, pulling Greg and then Wilson, of his own accord, over the edge with her.

She collapsed onto House's chest, completely sated and deliciously sore. She heard him wince slightly and slowly rolled off him. Wilson was there handing him his pills. It was like they just knew what to do for each others comfort. There she lay naked, sandwiched between two of the most powerful men she knew, one being her boss. The smell of sex so strong in the air that it in itself was erotic, but she couldn't find one scrap of embarrassment. Not one shred of regret. She was happy, her body felt like rubber. She drifted off with a small smile on her face, between her two men.

House woke up early, the pain intense in his thigh. He turned his head and saw Cameron and Wilson tangled together and rubbed his face. What did they do? This was not good. He got out of bed, wrapped a towel around him and limped toward the kitchen.

Grabbing a bottle of water he sat on the couch and closed his eyes. The sun hadn't even come up yet. He was tried and drained. He was sick of living in pain. Sick of living in fear of his relationship with Wilson being discovered. He was sick of pretending. A soft hand touched his shoulder and he jumped.

"Hey, you ok?" Cameron's voice, as always filed with tenderness. He nodded once. "Listen House, I know this is... um... different, but I think it can work. And even if it doesn't, I would never betray your trust and say anything."

House regarded her with his eyes, looking so deeply into her that she felt naked and exposed. Just want he planned. Finally he sighed, wondering why it was easier to talk when the sun wasn't up. It was then that he and Wilson had some of their best conversations. He said, "I'm just so tired. I can't sleep, the pain just doesn't let up. Jim worries all the time that I may do something stupid."

"Will you?" She asked softly.

"I've thought about it. It would be better for everyone involved. I'm too much a coward to do it."

"See, Greg, that is where you are wrong. Doing it would prove you are a coward. Living daily with what you do, that proves how strong you truly are. I'm not sure James would be able to deal with it. You give him a reason to keep going, and I think he does the same for you."

He looked away again, not able to meet her eye. How did she know that? Maybe he really had underestimated her. For someone so young, she was surprisingly insightful. She patted him on the shoulder, gave him a quick kiss on the forehead and went back to bed. Leaving him to his musing.

"Is he alright?" Jim's voice broke the stillness of her bedroom.

"Yeah, he's just tired and in pain."

She heard his shuttered breath, "I wish I could help,"

"You do, more than you know, James." Their eyes met and they both had a sheen of tears. Wilson finally had someone to share his fears with, someone who understood what it was like, why he stuck around. And Cameron, well she finally felt a part of something. She found a way to help House, by helping Jim. For that alone, she knew he would be eternally grateful, he just may not say it.

The morning after is usually an awkward time, fake smiles, avoiding eye contact, but that didn't happen. Cameron woke up a few hours later, the light shining in through the window. Stretching she noticed that House still wasn't in bed and Wilson was taking up most of the room. She smiled and got up. She ran their clothes through a quick wash and started breakfast.

Waking past House, sleeping soundly on the couch, her heart turned over. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. The lines of pain and strain were gone from his face, giving him a younger, healthier look. His eyes fluttered open and locked with her's. Once again she was shocked by the depth of their color. The purest blue she had ever seen.

"Hungry?" She asked him with a small smile.

"Coffee?" His voice horse and deeper than normal. She found it sexy. Nodding once, a habit she had picked up off of him, she made her way into the kitchen.

Her house was large and mostly one level. A few steps here and there to changed levels or rooms. Her grandfather had built it and willed it too her when he passed. She loved it. It was not your normal floor design. She must have taken after him, going against the normal way of doing things; not content unless you have a challenge in front of you. She was smiling, thinking about her grandparents when Wilson came into the kitchen.

"Hum, does anyone know where my pants are?" he asked.

"In the dryer."

"I thought you said it was broken?"

"Oh, come on, everybody lies. Didn't House ever teach you anything?" she joked. He just rolled his eyes.

She set two steaming mugs of coffee on the table. One black, one with lots of cream and sugar. Turning back to the stove she finished up the eggs, dished up the potatoes and bacon. "I made you steak and eggs Jim, I didn't know if you ate pork or not."

"Well, thanks...,"

"Hey, how come I don't get steak?" House whined.

"You are not Jewish, my boy."

"So. Wilson eats ham all the time." House whined like a 5 year old. She found it oddly endearing.

"Oh really... hum, just for that, he has to split his steak with you and then no more special treatment." she chastised him. House smiled, Wilson scowled.

As they sat around the table, she said, "This was fun, we should do this again." Nods all around. The dryer buzzed, "Well boys, that would be your clothes."

"Finally, I was starting to feel like a stripper with this towel wrapped around me." Wilson said while standing up. Cameron grabbed the corner of his towel and pulled it away, leaving him standing there naked. He dove after her, she squealed and tried to hide behind House.

"Oh no, I'm not getting involved in this one." he said as he got up and limped toward the dry clothes.

"Traitor!" she yelled after him.

"I'm not a traitor, I'm remaining neutral." he called over his shoulder.

She was watching his retreating back as Jim lunged for her again. She screamed, and twisted away at the last minute, running down the hall. She was quick, but Wilson caught up to her and pinned her against the wall.

"If you wanted me inside you Allison, all you had to do was ask." he muttered in her ear as a hand pulled down her pajama pants.

"I don't like asking." she told him.

"But you do beg for it, don't you. You were begging for it last night too." He slipped a finger into her hot core, she was already wet and ready for him.

She gasped and cried out, "Please,"

Wilson wasted no time, quickly lifting her up by her hips and plunging inside of her. She gasped and clung to him. Jim pounded into her, hard and quick.

"Hurry it up Wilson, we are going to be late for work." House called down the hall, already dressed.

A few more thrusts and he sent them both over the edge, crying out their pleasure.

A ringing phone broke through their sex induced haze. "Yeah," House's voice followed.

"What are his symptoms? Yeah. Start an IV and draw the blood. And call Cameron. I know, just call her." He hung up the phone and snickered at her.

"It's my day off." she told him, her hands on her hips, trying to look angry, but failing miserably. The phone rang. House laughed.

"Hello?" Cameron answered.

"It's my day off, Foreman... I don't care what House said... Dammit, that man is an asshole. Tell him I will be in later. Yeah, see you in an hour." She hung up the phone and rounded on House.

"Greg, I really need to clean up this place. I do not need to be there today."

"Patients take precedence over personal lives, Allison, or anything else." he told her.

"Yeah, everything except Gameboy and General Hospital." she snipped back.

"Touche" he said with a smirk. Yes he was teaching her well.

"If you two are done with the foreplay, perhaps we can go so I can shower before work. I smell like a whore."

"Oh so now I'm a whore?" Allison slapped him on the chest. Wilson shuddered, House snickered.

"I... I... I didn't say that... It's just..."

"Relax Jim, I was just teasing. Anyway, I have to call my boss and tell him that I will be late."

"I hear he doesn't like that." House said.

"Yeah well, he'll have to get over it." She laughed, pushing the both out the door. This was going to be interesting indeed.