Chapter 30
They all rode over to a remote spot on the beach. The Seattle and Jersey doctors were the only guests in attendance, so they just sat down on the sand, blankets underneath them.
Because Foreman and Chase had both opted not to go to the wedding, Bailey and Shepherd were the only ones without dates, so they shared a blanket as Burke and the last-minute preacher waited for Cristina to arrive. "Let it go," she said quietly.
Derrick's head snapped around to face her. "What are you talking about?" he asked casually.
She picked up her brows and pursed her lips. Not much got past her. "Don't play dumb with me. You may be my boss and I tend to stay silent because of it, but Meredith is my intern and Addison is a friend. Let them go," she answered sternly.
"I love her," Shepherd uttered as he looked over at George. Meredith was still with Cristina.
"Do you really love her or are you just afraid of being alone for the first time in twelve years?" Bailey asked.
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Alex kept stealing glances from Izzie. He had given her space, and tried to get over her himself, but seeing her with Chase had made something snap. It had killed him to see her in love with Denny Duquette. It was even more painful to watch Izzie hold on to Denny's dead body, her heart aching. For the first time, Alex Karev had thought he wanted to die, too.
But now he didn't want to witness her be happy with anyone unless it was him. And he could take that skinny Aussie. One punch would break the wimp in two.
"Are you okay?" Izzie asked on a laugh. He kept peeking over at her with that silly look on his face. But she was glad that he had asked her out. Denny had told her that he would in her dream the night before. He had given his blessing. For once, it felt right to go on with her life without him.
He blinked his thoughts away and smiled at her. He was a man of few words, unless those words were rude, so he simply said, "Yeah, I am." Alex wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in to snuggle against him. Her eyes shut as she could smell his manly, warm scent floating on the salty breeze. Life was almost nice again.
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Cristina was finally ready and present. Because they had no band, they all hummed the Wedding March as she walked down the make-shift aisle. She and Burke never lost eye contact. There was love and fear both shining in their eyes, but they were experiencing it together and that was all either needed.
Meredith came to stand behind her and winked at George. The man beamed with energy and passion. She wished that she had noticed it before.
The preacher began the ceremony. Once they got to the vows, Burke said his first. "Cristina Yang, I have never loved anyone as I have loved you. You are the strength I didn't know I needed and the love I have always wanted."
House glanced down at Cameron, whose eyes were watery. Grabbing her hand, he squeezed it and laid it on his lap with his fingers intertwined in hers. She lifted her head to see his bright blue eyes glowing into hers. Hi, he mouthed silently so as not to disturb the vows. She smiled, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I will be faithful and true until there is no more breath in my body. I vow to be your husband forever and always," Burke finished with tears in his eyes.
The waves crashed against rocked and the sea gulls cried for food. But Cristina could only hear the sound of her thumping heart. His words were so beautiful and she didn't think that she could ever express herself in such a way. But taking a deep breath, she said, "Preston Burke, I've always pushed people away and trampled over them to be Number One. But you bring me peace. You are the only one that's ever thought I was enough just the way that I am. And I love you. As your wife, forever and always."
Addison put her hand on Wilson's thigh. She heard the sharp gasp her touch had caused. The woman knew that they weren't going to be able to stay friends for long. They would try, but she knew when she heard Cristina's vow what she wanted. Wilson was the only man she had not needed to change for. He had always loved her, not his idea of what she should be.
As the groom kissed the bride, Ad gave Jimmy a small, soft peck on the lips.
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House walked Cameron back to her hotel room. Still holding hands, their arms swung back and forth. "I doubt I'll have a roommate tonight," Cameron said, laughing.
"That Karev guy does seem to be forward, doesn't he?" House asked, his face bright with sincerity and humor. That look still surprised Cameron.
"The question is: are you?" she asked. They both stopped moving. House was taken aback by the question. He knew that Cameron was sometimes quite open, but he hadn't expected an invite.
With a straight face, he said, "I'm the shy type."
Cameron smirked. "So I've noticed." She reached into her purse to get her door key, her heart drowning in rejection. As she slid the key into the lock, the door opened slightly. Cameron turned around, saying, "Thanks for the—"
She never had time to finish her sentence. House had backed her into the door. They almost fell backwards as the door opened farther, but he held onto Cameron tightly, balancing them as they entered the room. His lips came down to hers before she could take another breath.
Cameron moaned against his caressing lips as she tilted her body in order to kick the door shut. She sipped at him as she pulled his jacket off of his shoulders. House dropped his cane, grabbing either side of her ribs with his hands. The pads of his thumbs rubbed against her middle, stroking the silky fabric of her dress, driving both further into oblivion. Cameron attacked each button of his shirt as she left hot kisses up and down his neck. Intentionally grazing her face with his stubbled cheek, she murmured in delight.
House bent down, kissing the middle of her collarbone, moaning as her perfume drifted over his body. Dropping his hands down to her thighs, he lifted her dress up. He looked up once before he went any farther. Cameron tried to breathe as she petted the back of his neck. "Greg, please," she pleaded. That was all he needed and then some. House quickly raised the dress up over her waist, kissing her flat tummy before he continued his quest. The dress finally came up over her head and was off.
He stood there, shirtless and self-conscious, admiring the beauty that was Allison Cameron. With one hand on her waist and the other in her hair, playing with her curls, he whispered, "You're amazing, Allison."
She almost cried. Cameron had wanted to hear those words from him for so long. Her fiery green eyes took in all of him. No matter how much older he was than her, Greg House looked perfect to her. "And you're beautiful," she declared.
Now he was the one that wanted to cry. He had not felt desirable, let alone beautiful, to anyone in quite some time. To be beautiful in Cameron's eyes was like a dream. With overflowing emotion, he pulled her body, naked skin and all to his. They kissed for what seemed to be a heavenly eternity until he hobble-waltzed her towards the bed.
TBC
