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Chapter nineteen- Finally.

They left the party at midnight, although neither was tired. Cameron had enjoyed the party (of course) and House had, despite himself, had a good time. As they reached the corvette, they both suddenly realised that they were holding hands, and both immediately let go, embarrassed.

"You driving?" He asked after a moment. It was then that she realised that she was still standing next to him, at the drivers' side of the door, and she laughed at his joke.

"Uh, no. But you're ok to right?"

"You mean, am I drunk? No. I'm fine to drive"

"House?"

"Yeah."

"Nothing." And she went to her side of the car, letting herself in.

The ride to Cameron's place was spent mostly joking about guests at the party and what people had said.

"I still didn't like the way he talked to you." House was serious now, talking about the Walkers.

"It's fine. He assumed I was just some gold digger. He didn't know that I-"

"He shouldn't have assumed. You don't"

"No but-"

"You're perfect."

"No! It doesn't bother me."

"It bothers me."

"Thanks"

"For what?" He was confused

"Being bothered."

They both smiled at one another after this.

As the corvette swung back into the parking lot at Cameron's apartment, she knew what she wanted. She was confident as she asked, slightly testing him:

"Want to come up? For coffee?"

Part of him already had the answer 'not a good idea'. But another part, the non crippled non bitter part said:

"Why not?"

The freezing air meant that Cameron linked arms with House again, but he pulled away completely this time. For a second she felt sick, was he changing his mind? But he wrapped his arm around her:

"Better?" He asked gruffly

"Much" she wanted to kiss him right there, but she equally didn't want to frighten him away.

"So how did you find date number three?" He asked once in the elevator.

"Good. How did you find it?"

"Great. Not as good as date number one, nothing beats monster trucks, but better than date number two. For obvious reasons. So yeah. I liked this date."

"It's not over yet" She said it without thinking, and it had sounded far more promiscuous than she had intended. She felt herself start to blush, but he just said in mock surprise:

"Why doctor Cameron! I do believe you're right" Which relieved her. He was inwardly thrilled at her previous statement. His mind was telling him to slow down and not to scare her away, but his body was starting to tell him that he had spent quite enough time talking to her; it most certainly wasn't prepared to slow down.

Cameron unlocked her apartment door, and let House go in first out of habit. He did so, and as she bolted the door closed behind them, he took in his surroundings. Very nice. But his body was practically screaming at him now, and he simply couldn't concentrate on niceties anymore. He took a deep breath, and turned to face her back as she was still bolting up the door.

"Right-" She started to talk as she turned around only to find him extremely close to her. He stepped towards her and she backed into the door: "House" she whispered breathlessly, he better not be playing games.

"Cameron" He muttered back. He dipped his head down and caught her lips to his in a show stopping kiss.

When they pulled away for air, she was completely out of breath. For a moment, he was worried she was going to stop him in his tracks, but instead she lunged herself at him. His cane fell by their side as his hands moved up to undo the halter neck of her dress. Their lips didn't part as she took off his suit jacket, and began work on the buttons of his shirt.

By the time they had reached her bedroom, he had already done 'the' gasp again when he saw her in just her underwear, and she had planted kisses all down his chest. When she was about to remove his pants, he grabbed her wrist. She knew immediately it was because of his scar, and she whispered 'It's ok' before carrying on. She didn't even acknowledge the scar, she pretended as though there was nothing there. He was grateful, because he wasn't ready to acknowledge it himself yet.

What had started out frantic and impatient slowed briefly as the realisation took over and they fell down onto the bed together. Once said realisation had set in the couple carried on what they were doing with even more haste and passion than before.

Finally.

A low winter sun streamed through her bedroom window, and her eyes began to begrudgingly open. She smiled to herself when she realised she had maintained the position she had fallen asleep in during the night, head on his chest, arm across it. She could also still feel a strong arm wrapped around her back and waist. But the heavy breathing suggested that he was still asleep. She gently manoeuvred so that her head was resting primarily on his shoulder and she could watch him sleep. After about ten minutes he spoke, making her jump:

"Stop going all gooey eyed on me Cameron-"

"My God, you scared me House!" He ignored her and carried on, opening his eyes to look at her.

"-Or I might have to retract any statement I made last night."

She raised an eyebrow and said teasingly:

"The only statements I recall were 'I like that' and 'Mother of God' and 'Oh yes Cameron'."

"I can still retract them."

"I'm sure. But you don't want to."

"Good morning Cameron."

"Good morning House"

With that they leant forward and despite morning breath, kissed briefly on the lips before her head returned to its previous resting place.

"Cameron"

"Mm-hmm" She sighed happily.

"Vicodin"

She moved away from him whilst he reached over the edge of the bed, got the amber bottle from his pants pocket and dry swallowed two pills. When he turned back to face her, she was propped up on one elbow, watching him with a smile on her face.

"What?" He asked.

"You didn't take any at the party."

"Didn't need 'em"

"That's why I'm smiling" She replied.

"Fixing complex" He teased

"Denial" She shot back, much to his amusement. He kissed her again much more slowly and deeply. Wilson had SO lost his last dime.