Thank you so much everyone for reading and reviewing this fic. It just came to me one night just before I fell asleep and I just needed to get it out of me. I think I'll write one more chapter after this one, and that will be the end.

Once again, thank you so much for taking the time out to read and review this.

Oh, and I'm sorry for the mistake in the first chapter concerning Anna Nalick's name. I knew it was spelt with an N, but I accidently typed an M and didn't notice the mistake til it was too late. Sorry if it offended anyone - it wasn't intentional!

Title: Crashing (3/4)

Author: ladirambaldi

Rating: R for RAUNCHY SEX!

Spoilers: S3x03 Informed Consent.

Summary: We always seem to find ourselves when tragedy arises.

Disclaimer: If I owned the characters of House, House and Cam would already be having hot monkey sex on his desk. And we'd all have front row seats. 

Forgive me if I st-stutter
From all of the clutter in my head
Cause I could fall asleep in those eyes
Like a water bed
Do I seem familiar I've crossed you in hallways a thousand times
No more camouflage
I want to be exposed, and not be afraid to fall.

For You I Will (Confidence)

Teddy Geiger

House kissed her.

And he kissed her deeply. Cameron's head was spinning. House wanted better access, so he bit her bottom lip. She gasped a little, allowing House to slip his tongue into her mouth. His tongue met hers and electricity bolted down the both of them, it felt so good. Cameron moaned. This just encouraged House to deepen the kiss, pinning her up against the door.

Their hands roamed everywhere, trying to gain better access to each others skin. House moved from her lips to her jaw line, then down to the pulse point on her neck. He could feel that she was more than aroused just by the blood that was pumping so rapidly there. Her skin felt like liquid silk beneath his lips. She tasted so unbelievably good.

Cameron was in a blissful place. Here she was, pinned up against the full length of House's body. She could feel his arousal and it was turning her on beyond belief… but somewhere in the logical part of her mind, she started to worry. This was her boss! What would people at work think? She had already run through the hospital rumour mill because of her one night stand with Chase. But she had wanted House for so long. Ever since her first day at the hospital. She didn't want to be slandered as the hospital slut. So she pulled away.

House was confused. 'What's the matter?' he asked her with an intense gaze, breathe ragged.

'I… I… I don't want to be known as that doctor that sleeps with her colleagues' she said, trying to even her breathing out and control her heart rate.

House looked her in the eye. 'Listen. I don't care what those asshats think anymore. I want you. I've wanted you for so long. And I know you want me. And besides, we don't have to tell anyone…' he whispered, leaving searing kisses along her neckline once again.

Cameron was placated by that for the moment. House was right. No one needed to know about this. They can be in their own little world. All of her worries left her head once House began to remove her cotton jacket and tank top. She lifted her arms to aid House in pulling her jacket off more swiftly.

Oh God, a lacy bra… fuck she's going to be the death of me! House thought as he started to massage her breasts, causing Cameron to let out a deep, guttural moan. Cameron was enjoying this immensely, but she knew that House's leg wouldn't take much more if they continued to stand there, so she (regrettably) stopped his hands, took them in hers, and led him to the bedroom.

Once inside the doorway, House reclaimed Cameron's already bruised lips. They broke away just for a moment, so that Cameron could take House's shirt off. Cameron let her hands roam all over House's bare chest, marveling at the strength that he had there. Moving on to trace the contours from his shoulder down to his hands, she thought about how safe she felt in those muscular arms.

House backed her towards the bed. When Cameron's knees found the end, she sat down, leisurely eased herself up the bed, laying her head down on the comfy pillows. House stood there. He couldn't believe the sight in front of him. Allison Cameron, practically naked on her bed, enticing him to join her… his dreams were becoming reality.

While staring fixedly at her with his hot blue gaze, he slowly unzipped his pants and let them drop to the floor. He climbed onto the bed, quite ungracefully, but Cameron didn't care. She didn't once look at his scar – something House was thankful for. He moved himself so he had his full length against her, but putting most of his weight onto his good leg. House moved his hand up to her jaw, and kissed her deeply once more.

House continued to ravish her – working his lips from her neck, down to her navel, and lingering there. He even blew into her belly button – just like the robot arms did back in his hallucination. After spending some time kissing her abdomen, he slowly undid her pants and sat up, taking in the wonderful view in front of him.

He wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked, but the words stubbornly refused to leave his mouth. Cameron started to feel uncomfortable. She was practically naked in front of House, and he was just staring at her. House broke out of his reverie and moved back up to her breasts. Cameron loved the feel of his hands on her body. She loved the fact that he was just so gentle. His calloused fingertips roamed over her breasts, massaging them softly, but with purpose. As much as Cameron was enjoying this, she was starting to get impatient. So she slowly lifted her chest up and unhooked her bra. House took the hint and gradually slipped its straps off her shoulders, kissing his way down to her bare breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking ever so gently, causing Cameron to throw her head back, moan, and take in a deep hiss. He ravished one nipple, and then moved to the other. Cameron wanted to plead with him to just take her, but she was too proud to do that. But House understood. She was withering beneath him and the look on her face was practically screaming that she needed him NOW. Her breathing was extremely ragged, and her eyes were heavy lidded with lust. So he slowly rose himself up, removed his boxer shorts, and positioned himself between her legs.

Little by little, he moved his hands up her legs, to her thighs, and then to the small bit of material that was covering her sex. House couldn't help but notice how wet she was. She was more than ready for him. Cameron lifted her hips off the bed, encouraging House to strip her underwear away. Cameron tried to make a move so she can be on top, to save House's leg from causing him so much pain later on, but he pushed her back down onto the bed. He had lost total control the moment that he told her that he cared about her. He needed to get some of that control back. So, he kissed her deeply, and then entered her, stifling her moan with a searing kiss as he did so.

Cameron had never felt more alive. This was better than any fantasy she ever had. He felt so good, filling her. House stayed still for a moment, giving Cameron some time to adjust to the length of him. He didn't want to hurt her. And it had been a while since she had been this intimate with someone. It had been over a year since her little incident with Chase, but she didn't want to dwell on that. After a few moments, Cameron gently nodded her head, giving House permission to keep going. Somewhere in the back of Cameron's mind she couldn't help but think about what they were doing. They're really doing this – they were making love. They had finally admitted their feelings, and now they could move forward. No more of these stupid games. No more two steps forward, five steps back. Hopefully they could try and make something of this. She smiled just a little at the thought before losing the ability to think straight at all.

House set up a steady rhythm, and Cameron matched his thrusts all the way. House was sogood. He knew all the right spots to hit, causing Cameron's moans to get louder and louder, encouraging House to go harder and faster. After what felt like eternity, but was probably only a few extremely pleasurable moments, Cameron was almost on the brink, but she couldn't quite go over. House's climax was just out of reach as well. They both opened their eyes and stared at each other. House moved down to Cameron's ear and whispered softly, 'scream for me.' He then moved back up to gaze at her. This was all the encouragement Cameron needed. She came – and came hard. And oh by God, did she scream. She screamed his name – his first name. 'Greg! Oh God! Ohhh Greg!' House had never heard anything more erotic than Cameron screaming his first name as she climaxed. It was music to his ears. House came not long after, repeating 'Allison!' over and over and over again. After he emptied himself, he fell down exhausted next to Cameron, just staring at her as they came down from their shared blissful high.

After they both regained some sort of composure, Cameron rolled her head to face House. She didn't say anything. Just stared at him. House was exhausted, but sated. But then House's face started to contort in pain, and he grabbed his leg. Cameron quickly sat up and started to look around for his pants, hoping that his Vicodin pills were in one of the pockets. She found his pants at the foot of her bed, and thankfully, the little orange bottle was in his left side pocket. She quickly handed the bottle to House, and he swallowed two pills dry. He rested his head back onto the pillow and closed his eyes, willing the medication to kick in as soon as possible. Cameron laid back down next to him, staring at the ceiling. Once House could feel that his leg wasn't screaming at him, he rolled over to face her, brushing her chin softly, almost lovingly with his hand. Cameron closed her eyes. She had never felt more alive, more beautiful in her life. But she couldn't help but wonder what this all meant.

'Where do we go from here?' she asked just barely above a whisper. House just shrugged and said 'One day at a time. But if the sex is as good as that… we'll be doing that more than once a day!' Cameron laughed at this. House decided there and then that he wanted to hear that sound every day for the rest of his life, that intoxicating laugh.

Cameron felt this surge of happiness run through her. It sounded to her as if this just wasn't a one off thing. He wanted more.

House sat up a little bit and pulled the bed covers over them, and then cuddled up behind Cameron's back, spooning her. He kissed her on the cheek, put one arm around her waist, sitting the other on her hip, drawing small lazy circles there.

Just before Cameron succumbed to the sleep that was awaiting her, she couldn't help but go over everything that had led up to this moment. This morning, she was devastated. She felt as low as she has ever been in her life. She ended someone's life out of compassion. House saw how upset she was, took her home and told her how much he cared about her. They made love. The sweetest, most beautiful thing she has ever experienced. If anyone had told her yesterday by this time tomorrow she would be wrapped up in House's arms in her bed, after having the most mind blowing sex ever, she would've just laughed at them. But she was here in House's arms. And for the first time in such a long time, she felt happy.