-1CHAPTER FIFTEEN

By the time House and Cameron got back to her place, they were both soaked to the skin. Rain pelted their helmets and House swore he'd have to get windshield wipers for it. They ran, as fast as two crippled people could with injured legs and wobbling on canes, to the entrance of her building and they took off their helmets. House was taken aback by her long, wet hair that lay on her shoulders, and to him it seemed her makeup hadn't smeared at all. She was more beautiful to him now than she was when he saw her at the hospital fund raiser.

"You owe me, House! Owe me big!" she said as she laughed, wringing the water out of her hair then flipped it back.

"Hey, you were the one that wanted this date," he replied coyly but playfully.

"Yeah, well, you didn't mention I'd be on your stupid bike. Come on. It's chilly out here and we're wet. You need to dry off bef…"

Cameron was cut off by House's warm, rain-soaked lips pressing against hers, his arm around her waist. His breath on her face made shivers go down her spine, although she thought it was a breeze. But it wasn't. Their kiss grew stronger and she put her arms around his neck and his other arm around her waist, his cane pressing against her back. Their bodies met in a tight, warm embrace, their faces flushed with the passion they had for each other.

Their kiss lasted for what felt to them hours but when they heard someone clear their throat they broke their kiss. House stepped back as the person walked between them and through the door then ran his finger through his soaked hair, as if uncomfortable.

Cameron smiled, grabbed the helmet and said, "Don't worry. Daddy's isn't waiting inside to turn the front porch light on. Come on."

House didn't say a word but followed her inside. When they got in the elevator they just stared at each other, not knowing what to say, although neither one of them was nervous. It finally felt right for the both of them.

When the elevator door opened and Cameron stepped out, House hit her butt with the helmet. She squealed, turned around and laughed. When they got to the door, she handed him her cane and helmet while she unlocked it. He took a step closer to her and pressed his body into hers, and bending over, his lips found her neck, his fingers pushed back her hair and he kissed it softly.

Cameron took in a deep breath, turned, and kissed his nose. He stood back up and said, "I kiss your neck and you kiss my nose?"

She opened the door and walked through, stepping aside for him to come in.

"Yeah, that was the only thing I could reach," she said as she walked toward the bathroom.

House just stood speechless and watched her butt--the way the material clung to it and her thighs as she swayed, her blouse tight around her waist. House was definitely into Cameron, and knew that he wouldn't be going home until he'd had her.

"Do you have a preference on the color of towel you want?" she hollered from the bathroom closet.

"No! As long as it isn't pink," he said with a laugh.

"No problem there, I hate pink," she said, her voice trailing as she came back out holding two towels.

Cameron kicked off her shoes by the door and told House to do the same. They were standing shoulder to shoulder and she handed him a blue one, while she kept a white one. They stood drying themselves off in the little space of foyer, but they kept their eyes on one another. He had just dried his neck and then shook his head hard and fast, sending sprays of water at her.

"Hey! Watch what you're doing! I'm trying to dry off here!" she said but with a laugh.

"Well, there's only one thing I can think of to take care of that," he said as he stepped toward her.

He threw his towel behind her while she held her own in front of her. He grabbed her towel and threw it to the floor then pulled her to him with his hands in between them. He tugged lightly so her body came up a little, he knelt down and kissed her again.

"Come here," Cameron said when they broke their kiss.

She took his hand and led him to the bathroom. She leaned against the sink and pulled him to her, kissing him passionately, pulling his jacket off over his shoulders and laid it on the counter. He thanked her by putting his hands on her waist and easily slid her blouse up over her head.

Goosebumps ran over her body as his cold hands explored her waist, stomach, breasts, but she was soon warmed by his lips pressing against hers once more. He pulled her to him and reached behind her, unsnapping her bra in two steps and pulling it out from between them.

Cameron pushed him back to unbutton his shirt and he grinned wickedly when he saw her breasts, her nipples hard from the cold rain, or the excitement of the moment. He let her undress him. When the buttons were undone she ran his fingers over his chest, pressing her palms lightly against him. She got a hold of the collar and took it off, laying it on top of his jacket.

House couldn't stand it any longer. He took of his pants, leaving them on the floor, and stood before her in just his boxers. She smiled when she noticed the bulge in them and took off her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

Without a word between them, House took her hand and led her to her bed, turning her around and then sitting down, pulling her to him. She put her hands on his shoulders as he pressed his head against her chest, but didn't play with her breasts. He just held her like that for a few seconds.

Cameron at first was taken aback, because while this was something they both wanted, neither one wanted to rush it. They wanted the time to explore the other and enjoy it, not a quick 'wham bam thank you Cam.' Both of his hands ran up her back and she closed her eyes, enjoying his caress.

Before Cameron knew what happened, he pulled her forward and she fell on top of him, he on his back. They laughed a bit before the heat sprang up on them again and he rolled over, both lying on their sides and staring into the others' eyes.

"Are you scared?" Cameron asked, her hand on his waist.

"Nah, you?" he said, skimming over her body with his eyes.

"A little."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm thinking too much about it," she answered honestly.

"Then don't!" he said, which made Cameron laugh.

Cameron sat up then stood, telling him to stand so she could pull the covers down, which he eagerly complied. She let him get in bed first and after he did, she was busted staring at his leg.

"Pretty gnarly, huh?" he said, almost in shame.

"I…I was surprised how big it is," she finally said, not sure of the right words to say, if there were any.

"Thanks, but I think we were talking about my leg," he said with a grin.

"Shut up," she laughed as she sat down beside him.

She ran her hand over his knee and moved upward, putting very little pressure on the huge scar that covered almost the entire thigh.

"Cam…don't," he said, his voice lost in his throat.

"House, I'm sorry." She hesitated a moment. "It's just…such a big part of you, who you are."

"Yeah, sucks to be me, huh?"

"Would you stop," she said as she lay down beside him, pressing herself against him, her head resting in her hand, face to face. "I understand, though."

"Good. Now shut up and kiss me," House told Cameron.

They made love for hours that night, in between several quick naps. They couldn't stop the need to feel every inch of the others' body, tasting, licking, and reveling in the sensations, the smells, the sounds they made. There was nothing whorish about any of it.

Cameron learned quickly early on he didn't really like to talk during sex, even though he would moan loudly or say her name, and she was fine with it. It gave her more time to concentrate on pleasuring him, giving her the opportunity to enjoy feeling him penetrate her slowly, rapidly increasing as their screams grew. Him being inside her was the most electrical, sexual charge she'd ever felt, and she just attributed it to feeling in connected to him in more than a sexual way.

They collapsed into each other's arms and feel into a deep, multi-orgasm heaven of sleep.

And there they were, Dr. Gregory House and Dr. Allison Cameron, sleeping in her bed, their arms around the other and their legs entwined, her head resting in the bend of his arm, blissfully sleeping. And dreaming. Well, no longer dreaming.

They both finally got what they've wanted for so long.

True intimacy.