Thanks for the reviews. They made me laugh. Might I suggest one chapter at a time? Lol

Oh, and as far as the 15 orgasms to come hehehehe …I'm not even counting, and at this point, I don't think Cam is either! Rofl

I'm hungry in this one – can you tell? lol

Sorry, ladies! There is no way I"D survive writing 84 chapters! Lol I mean, wouldn't all that sex with House get boring??? I mean … thoughts are drifting….mind thinking of House… must find reality…. ---she's lost

CHAPTER TWO – Part 3

"God, I'm hungry! It's only 9:30 and I'm famished," Cameron says as she walks into the living room from the bathroom after she's cleaned herself off.

"Yeah, sex'll do that," House snickers. He's sitting on the couch now and watches her approach him; he notices her staggering steps and the way she's holding her hips, as if every step is painful for her. She smiles back at him as she sits down beside him.

She's wearing his t-shirt but she's put on her blue jeans. Still, he thinks she's sexy as hell in it. She leans in, puts her right arm around his neck to his shoulder and kisses him – soft, slow, seductively. She's biting his lower lip and he almost pulls away, but realizes the grip she has on him now with her teeth and if he did it'd rip right off. His top lip is meeting hers, and it was the first real 'sweet' kiss they've shared the past 24 hours.

"I'm still hungry," says as she pulls back and puts her head on the couch cushion.

"How in the hell can you still be horny after we've fucked every other hour on the hour…"

"House! I said hungry, not horny."

"I know what you said." He leans his own head back against the cushion and closes his eyes. "Are you trying to give me a coronary?"

"Hey, when it's your time, wouldn't you want your last minutes to be inside a woman?"

"No."

"Excuse me?" Her eyes fly open and she turns to look at him.

"I said I wouldn't want my last few minutes to be inside a woman."

"Yeah, House. I heard you. But you are still a liar."

"Are you trying to pick a fight with me to have make-up sex? Because, let me tell you, sex is guaranteed no matter what you do."

"You're a pig," she says as she stands up.

"Didn't you say I was more of a jack ass? And where are you going?"

"I'm going to get food," she answers as she reaches for her purse. She is too far from House to grab her, so he relents and lets her go.

"Fine. I'm going back to bed."

"Fine. See you when I get back."

An hour later, Cameron has just put the food in the refrigerator, cabinet, wherever it belongs and heads to the bedroom. Being out for only an hour made her extremely tired, and she still hasn't eaten anything. But right now, the most dire thing she needs is sleep.

She smiles when she sees him sleeping, on his side in a fetal position, his hands up to his chin and the blanket barely covering his shoulders. She looks around for his bottle of vicodin, finds it then gets a glass of water and sets them both on the nightstand. She wearily takes off her jeans but leaves the t-shirt on and slips under the covers beside him, her back to his back.

"Angelina, is that you?" He laughed when he said that and the bed shook a little.

"Yes, but Brad's here so go to sleep," she answers with a smile on her face.

Before she can count to three, she's asleep, and they both sleep for the next four hours.

When Cameron wakes up this time, she feels House's warm chest against her upper back; his sleep-erect penis poking her in the small of her back; his head glowering above her in a protective stance; his legs bent back and her ass pressed right above his waist. His arms are wrapped around her, his hand right under her chin.

This is much better than waking up alone she thinks to herself.

Suddenly she hears House's stomach grumble, and with her right hand she tries to lift his arm so she can scoot out from under him and prepare them something to eat. When she tries the first time, his arm is at first limp but then strength grew in it. She tries again, this time more forcefully, and practically has to jump out of bed to be free of him.

"Awww…I was cold," he mumbles.

"Sorry, but we need to eat something. Man cannot live on sex and sleep alone," she tells him.

"True that," he replies; his voice deep and raspy and damn appealing to her to jump back into bed with him. "It's more like sex, sleep and vicodin." He finally opens his eyes and looks at her. "What time is it? Oh, and Scotch."

"Almost 2:30. Your vicodin's on the nightstand with water; I left that for you before I crashed. And I'm fixing chicken – you like stuffing or mashed potatoes? And don't forget your damned Monster Trucks."

He closes his eyes, straightens his body and gives a long yawn, screaming at the conclusion. Cameron can't help but notice the blanket rises about four or five inches than the rest of his body and she grins mischievously. "OH, shit! We're late for work!"

"House, it's Saturday."

"Oh. Okay, then both. And don't forget General Hospital."

"Ah, of course. Okay, corn or green beans?"

"Damn, woman! How much food did you buy?" he asks, the urgent need to pee overtaking him. He looks around for his cane as he slowly sits up.

Cameron sees it against the wall and nightstand and goes to get it for him. She hands it to him, purposefully keeping her distance from her groping hands. "Corn or green beans? Oh, and Elvis, too. You gotta have Elvis."

"Damn skippy. Corn. And sex."

She shakes her head, rolls her eyes and turns to walk out, hearing him behind her grunting at the pain. She thinks of stopping to help him, but she knows if he needs help he'll ask for it.

A few minutes later, House is sitting at the kitchen island watching Cameron prepare the chicken, sipping his coffee and trying to wake up. After a few minutes of no talking between them, boredom sets in and he stands, walks to the refrigerator and gawks at the full appliance.

"Strawberries, Bing cherries, whipped cream, pudding, cantaloupe…Cameron?" She doesn't stop pounding the chicken for the filets but answers him. "Have I died and gone to heaven?"

She looks up at him genuinely startled. "Huh? No, why? What are you talking about?"

"Your selection of foods here. I can think of 100 different things to do with the strawberries and cream, 40 with the cherries, the pudding at least 12, but the cantaloupe…what's that for?"

"Breakfast in the morning. And the 'play toys' you mentioned are for the black forest cake for desert."

"Oh, Allison Cameron, I think I love you!"

House froze at his choice of words. Take 'em back…take 'em back…

"Oh, don't worry. You only love me for my body and food. I can live with that."

Shwwwoooo, crisis averted

But, what House doesn't know, is that she bought just a little extra to use…yep, you guys it…as sex toys.

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TBC!!!