Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine yet.

A/N: Okay. I changed the rating to M specifically for this chapter. Yup, tons of smut. Now this is my first story with smut that I actually tried very hard to get correct, so no flaming. Also, I think it's decently long enough. I hope... Anyways, read on and review!

Cameron's eyes lifted and they fell upon him. "You want to know?" she murmured, and he nodded. "Fine." She took a shuddering breath before speaking. "When I was little, I was the youngest of my other two siblings. My eldest brother and sister." Cameron hesitated, recalling Lucy and Alex. His wiry build, her long blond hair. "When I was growing up, my dad… My mom…" She shut her eyes, taking another moment. "My father was abusive to all of us. He would beat my mom. And us." Tears hesitated just behind her eyes. "He never sexually assaulted me. But my sister…" Pause. "I was the lucky one. My mom couldn't leave him. He told her that he'd kill her if she left. He told us that…that if any of us reported him to the authorities, he'd kill us."
House's mouth was agape, but the story wasn't over.

"I left as soon as I could, when I was sixteen I ran away. God, I felt like such a coward. I should have stayed with mom. But Alex and Lucy had left, going to find a life." She had forgotten that she was speaking to House, she was speaking to herself now. "I reported him," she murmured, fresh tears crawling down her cheeks. "I was terrified that he'd come after us. But then at college I met Dean. I fell in love. We got married and I forgot about my dad. Being a doctor and being in love overpowered my fear. But when he died I just… All I could do was be a doctor. To stay sane I had to continue with medicine." She turned to gaze at House now, eyes wet and red. "My dad killed my mother, House. I know it. The police suspect it, but I know."
House hesitated before asking. "And your siblings?"
"Lucy got married and lives in California. Alex is in Italy."
"Oh."
"My dad's coming for me," she said, clutching the fabric of her jeans. "He's going to kill me. They didn't take him into custody, they released him. I'm the only one he can get to now, House. I'm his revenge." She gazed up at the ceiling for a moment. "Maybe it's better if he does. My life's just misery, anyways. Watching people die before your eyes. Having your heart broken by the people you love." She gazed at him, to find his eyes wide in disgust. "It's not like anyone would be affected. Who do I have? My siblings? They lost mom because of me. My friends? I don't have any. Chase? He just used me for a one-night stand. Foreman? We're not even friends. He said so. Wilson? He would have slept with me too if he had the chance. Cuddy? I barely know her. You?" She hesitated. "You'd be better off."
House's eyes narrowed. His face was unreadable.

"I'm leaving PPTH." The words shot through him more powerfully than a bullet. She grabbed her duffle and rose. "I shouldn't have come. I should have just gone to a hotel." Her face was flushed, her eyes bright after the waterfall of tears. But as she made her way to the door, House blocked the way.

"House, move. Now!" she snarled, but not daring to shove him to the side.
House's eyes flashed with an entirely different emotion. "Who do you think you are?" he growled, stepping towards her. With each step he took, she took another back. "I've stopped Chase from spreading nasty rumors about you. I comforted you when you were going through a tragedy, and I let you take shelter in my house. Then you threaten me with your resignation?"
Cameron was running out of room. He was pressing her up against a wall. "I… I didn't threaten you."
"Yes you did. How does that wall feel?" Her back was pressed up against the wall. He was so close that their chests were practically touching.
"I…I…"
"And I have one thing to tell you Allison," he said, his voice a low whisper. "No one threatens Greg House." Her mouth opened slightly, and he placed one finger through one of the belt loops in her jeans, drawing her as close as physically possible. And he placed his lips upon hers.
Cameron's eyes were wide, while his were narrowed, gazing at her as he ravaged her lips. She moaned at last, lost within his passion. He wrapped his arms around her small waist, while hers went around his neck. He moved his lips and trailed kisses along her neck.
"You can't…" she panted, groaning in pleasure. "You can't do this, House."
"Don't call me House, Aly," he murmured, nipping her ear, causing her to whimper.

"Greg…You can't do this. I work for you."

"Hm… Do I care?" He reclaimed her lips, and she melted in his arms. They walked towards his bedroom, and she fell upon the bed, House positioning himself above her. As he carefully began to undo her blouse, she stopped him. His eyes widened. "You don't want this?" he said, stunned. She had come this far with him… Had it all been a joke?

Her eyes were filled with longing. But she shook her head. "No, I do want it. But when you said I was damaged, when I asked you why you hired me… You were right. I just needed to warn you."
House needed to know what she was talking about. Yet when he sensually removed her blouse he found the reason. A long cut went along her back, at least four inches long. "How…" he asked, touching it gently with his forefinger. He hadn't removed her bra yet.

"My dad. The only time we tried to escape he caught us. Let's say he used me as an example if we ever tried to do it again." The memories flooded back.

"You all will never leave me!" her father howled, striking her mother across the cheek. Lucy came rushing to her side, being only eleven. Alex, being two years older, glared up at her father.
"If we leave, what would you do, dad?"

Her father's eyes rolled around madly. He grabbed Allison, a mere seven year old, and ripped off her dirty shirt.

"Let's use little Aly as an example!" Allison's eyes had welled with tears.

"Daddy… no!" she cried out. But it was too late. She felt the cold bite of the steel on her back. She fell to the ground with a light thump. She heard her mother's shriek. Her brother's howl of rage as he dipped down to help the flow of blood stop. Lucy's tears of rage. And her father's words.
"That was just a taste. Any of you try to escape… I will find you." And he laughed. A deep, horrible laugh that still haunted Cameron's dreams.

Cameron was shaken from the memories by a hand on her stomach. "Allison." His eyes seemed to see through her. "If you don't want to then…"
"No," she said rapidly. "I'm sorry. I should have known better than to mention something like this now." She pulled on a small smile. "Go on, House."

House gave her a mischievous look. "I'll keep going if you promise to never call me House again." She smirked, and then agreed.

As he gazed down at her bra, his jaw dropped. Well, not literally. Figuratively. It was a lacy aqua color.
"Go on," Cameron said, desperate for him. He grinned, and slowly unhooked the back of the bra, releasing her breasts. They were absolutely gorgeous. Soft and milky like her skin. Her gaze darted downward, then rose to meet his own.

He didn't bother asking for permission. He knew he didn't need any. He drew small circles with his thumb around the nipple, and then did the same with his tongue. Her hands were on his shoulders and he was upon her, but she tightened when he did this. House paid no mind to this, but began to suck upon them. Cameron took in a sharp breath, and then took action. She began to unbutton his shirt. When it at last came off, she was slightly startled. Yes, she had seen her boss's bare torso before, but never in such a situation. His lips had moved back onto her lips, yet his hands still played with her breasts. Cameron's hands roamed House's stomach, his abs, everything. She gently stroked his erection with was pulsation beneath his jeans. He groaned as she did so. As she teased him.

"Allison," he growled through the kiss. She giggled, and then began undoing his pants. As she carefully pulled them down, the kiss stopped as she gazed at the scar on his right leg. She was tender as she gently touched it, not daring to be too rough. At last, once the pants and boxers were gone, Cameron was stunned. He was huge. As she gently stroked him, he began undoing her own jeans. He slipped them off slowly. Down her hips, thighs, legs. Then they hit the ground.

'My God, looks at those legs!' House noted that her panties matched her bra. "I think it's time that these join your bra," he said with a smirk, and he slowly removed them and flung them to the floor. He gasped as he gazed at her. No hair. She waxed?
"What?" Cameron asked, her cheeks slightly pink, from either embarrassment or the current situation House was not sure.

"Nothing, down to business." As he reclaimed her lips he placed a finger inside her, and found her wet. She moaned through the kiss, her eyes clamped shut. He moved his fingers around, teasing her as she had teased him.

"Like it?" he asked.

"You…are… such a tease," she groaned. "Stop messing…with me."

He grinned, yet continued. She moaned again and again. After a good few minutes, he removed his fingers. "You loved it," he said with a smirk, positioning himself above her entrance. She stroked his member, yet felt her body become tense.

"Condom?" she said softly, and he nodded, grabbing one from the nightstand and putting it on. He felt a slight grin pass his lips and he entered her.

Cameron moaned at first, then it grew. She clamped her eyes shut. 'My God he's huge!' she thought. He began to pump up and down. In and out. He explored every inch of her. His hands gripped her waist as they rocked back and forth. She began to scream, yet his lips drowned out such things. But as the climax came, she cried out "Greg!"

At last, they collapsed upon each other. Their sweaty bodies tangled and pressed against one another. Beads of sweat rolled down their naked bodies. They kissed again and again. Going at it again and again. Each time more powerful than the last.

After a good hour or so the grew absolutely exhausted. Cameron now lay on top, her head resting on House's chest. No words were spoken as they fell asleep, his strong arms wrapped around her. They didn't need any words.