PART 11

Friday December 1st. Greg and Allison's wedding day. It was sunny and cold. The sky was so blue, it matched House's eyes. Allison wore a simple cream colored dress and House wore a charcoal grey suit. They exchanged rings, plain solid gold bands. Simple, strong and never ending. The ceremony was witnessed by James Wilson, Lisa Cuddy and also Allison's parents.

They exchanged vow's with love and passion and only a little bit of nerves. When they kissed, Cameron could have sworn she saw a tear glisten in House's eye. A small tear of happiness slid down her own face and he kissed it away.

They had lunch at a very expensive restaurant, for which Wilson insisted on paying for. After dessert and coffee were served, gifts were opened. Jim presented a special gift to the newlywed: air fair and the honeymoon suite at the Pocono's in PA. He had also taken the liberty of packing them each a bag, so they could leave as soon as lunch was over. They kissed everyone goodbye and boarded the plane an hour later.

When Allison and Greg walked into the room, she let out a sigh; the room was perfect. As a complementary gift for saying there, they also received a disposable camera, his and her's honeymoon T-shirts (which she insisted House wear, much to his displeasure) and a photo album. It had it's own whirlpool bathtub. Also, Wilson had made sure it was all one level so House could get around easily.

Allison filled the tub and stripped off her dress, soon standing naked in front of House. She decided she would not be self conscious about her expanding body. She was proud of how and why she looked the way she did. House let out a small growl and pulled her to him. His hands were all over her body, stroking, rubbing, teasing. Finally his hand slid over her stomach and gazing right into her eyes, he said, "I love you Allie."

"I love you too Greg." She told him as she started to strip off his clothes. They had never really been alone together. Wilson was usually around, not that they minded, but they planned on taking advantage of their current situation.

He wanted to take his time and make love to her slowly, but he couldn't. He needed her now like he had never needed anyone before in his life. She was his wife, the mother of his children and she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Allison seemed to sense his thoughts and desire. For the last few weeks, whenever House or Wilson touched her, it was as if she would break. She wanted it hot, powerful and passionate. She was pregnant, not made out of glass.

She dropped down to her knees and took him in her mouth. He groaned in approval and she began to slide her mouth on him, her tongue teasing the pulsating vein that ran along the underside of his shaft. She grazing her teeth against the swollen flesh and then flicked her tongue over the very tip, she felt his muscles go rigid as he fought for control. He tried to pull her away, to stop the sweet torture she was doing but she refused to budge. She wanted him in her mouth, his very life and essence pouring into her. When he came, it was hard and fast and ripped from his soul.

His knees threatened to give out as Allison smiled up at him. She looked like a temptress, a siren. She knew the effect she had on him and she enjoyed every second of it.

Greg waded into the tub, the bubbles teasing his already sensitive flesh. It felt like thousands of little tongues licking him, and he told her to sit on the edge. He wanted to taste her, needed to taste her. He pulled her close, taking in her welcoming scent. He could see how aroused she was, she was glistening wet and more than ready. He slid a finger into her and she moaned. He gave her a few quick swirls of his thumb over her swollen nub, then replaced it with his mouth. She gasped in pleasure as she wrapped her fingers into his hair. She quickly climaxed, filling his mouth with her hot juices.

Greg crawled out of the tub and made love to her right there on the floor. Then in the bed. Then on the kitchen table. Then on the couch. They spent the entire weekend, naked and in the throes of passion. They couldn't get enough of each other. It was perfect, with only one thing missing... Wilson.

Wilson spent the entire weekend home, alone. Cuddy and Foreman had called him a few times to check and make sure he was ok, and he had assured them he was fine. But he wasn't. He was anything BUT fine. He was lonely and sad. He felt like a part of him was missing. He knew that House and Allison deserved the small little honeymoon he had provided them, but he couldn't help but feel left out. Discarded and forgotten about.

He drank large quantities of scotch in the hope that he would sleep. He even slept in the spare room, unable to sleep alone in their bed. He refused to take a shower and spent most of the time on the couch watching TV. How had House done this three times when he had gotten married? How did he sit at home and think of them together, knowing what they were doing, without him? Thinking of this only made him more depressed. Still House had stayed, willing to spend most of his time alone, to make Wilson happy. Staying and waiting for those stolen moments and evenings when Jim could sneak over for a few hours. If James hadn't loved him before, this realization would have made in fall madly in love with him.

The flight home was almost more exciting than the one that took them there. Both Allison and House missed James more than they cared to admit, even to each other. There was just something off when he wasn't around.

When Allison and Greg arrived home, Jim met them at the door. His eyes were a mixture of pain and happiness. His life was back. Allison saw the looked exchanged between the two men. She had an idea as to what it was about, but not the degree. She told them she was going to go and lie down. They needed time alone.

"Greg," Wilson started, "I...oh God House, I'm sorry." He didn't knowing how to put into words the hell he had just gone through - the hell he had put House through three times.

Greg gave him a nod and then pulled him close for a hug; it was surprisingly tender and shocking. House had never hugged Jim before and they both found that they liked it. They didn't need anymore words. House knew what Wilson was sorry for, and in turn James finally understood what Greg had been through. What he had sacrificed for his happiness. They made slow love that afternoon as Allie slept, dreaming of their babies.