As their dinner drew to a close, House couldn't help but wonder where the evening would take them from here. His mind quickly wandered back to the kiss at Cameron's apartment and he felt a familiar heat begin to rise. He watched her as she walked back to the table after a trip to the ladies room. She wasn't aware that he was watching her as she stopped Giovanni and gave him a hug, thanking him for providing such a nice evening. He wanted to take her home, to his bed and make love to her until they both collapsed, exhausted. He knew that once they made love, things could never return to the way they had been. Ordinarily, that thought would have been enough to make him run in the other direction, but not now, not tonight.
Cameron came and sat back down next to him in the booth. "What are you thinking about?" she asked placing her hand over his.
Not looking up from his coffee, he answered her. "I'm thinking let's blow this joint and go back to my place. We have some unfinished business to attend to." He raised his eyes to see her reaction.
She grabbed her purse. "You really are a mind reader."
It was all she could do to not run her hands up under his shirt as they rode. With her jacket open, she was pressed up against his back and could feel the cool of his leather coat on her skin. Her heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come. She had never wanted someone as badly as she wanted him now. She tightened her grip around his waist and he sped up, as if he could sense her rising desire.
After what had seemed like an eternity, but in reality had only been 30 minutes, they pulled up in front of House's building. He dismounted the bike and turned to look at her. He saw a fire in her eyes that he was sure reflected the fire in his own and he knew there was no going back.
He unlocked the door to his apartment, placed the helmets down on the floor. Cameron walked in and took off her coat, throwing it over the back of the couch. He had turned away from her to lock the door, when he felt her hands slide around his waist and up under his shirt.
"I wanted to do that all the way here" she said.
"Then why didn't you?" He turned around, letting his jacket fall to the floor.
"For one thing, I wanted to make it here all in one piece. I didn't want to miss any of this." She slid her hands up the front of his shirt. The softness of the hair on his chest seemed in such contrast to his rough exterior and she wanted to bury her face in it. She lifted his shirt and he complied, pulling it off over his head.
His eyes were locked on hers as, one-by-one, he undid the buttons on her blouse. Only after he slipped the top from her shoulders did his eyes leave hers and glance downwards, eager to see the black lace that had been taunting him all evening. He watched her close her eyes as he let his hands wander to her breasts, his thumbs gently brushing across nipples that were already straining to be released from their thin fabric enclosure; the fabric which was the only barrier between his skin and hers. He wanted every part of her to be his tonight, starting with the soft moans that were escaping from her lips. His mouth hungrily captured the sounds of her pleasure as he undid the front clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts to his waiting hands.
Cameron gasped and caught her breath as she felt his hands surround her. As his mouth left hers and began to trail down the curve of her neck, she was able to mutter, "bedroom…." He smiled as he looked at her and took her hand, leading her down the hall. Dropping his cane and sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled Allison over to him, his mouth quickly returning to the place on her neck where it had been just moments before. She closed her eyes, running her hands through his hair as his hands trailed up and down her bare back, until they came to the waistband of her jeans. His hands brushed her belly, sending shivers straight through her as he fumbled with the button and slid her jeans down over her hips and to the floor.
As his lips found her breast, her knees began to buckle as if they could no longer support her weight, and she leaned into his arms. He stood up and turned her around, gently lying her down on his bed. Their eyes were locked once again in an unbreakable gaze as he undid and removed his own pants and boxers. He reached up and slid the black silk thong off of her and stood there for a moment just looking at her; trying to burn into his memory the image of how beautiful she looked in his bed, waiting for him. Her trembling voice broke the silence.
"Oh Greg…I've waited so long for you…I want you so much." She reached her hand out to him and he took it, sliding into the bed to join her.