The reviews are greatly appreciated. So, thank you very much. Just a reminder, I have no idea where this story is going. All I know is that House and Cameron will end up together. I honestly couldn't see it any other way if they didn't. I'm pretty much just winging it, ya know? If you're not down with my impromptu style then I don't blame you I guess. I may lose what little readers I have, but you all will be missed, I guess? I dig it either way, man.

Disclaimer - I do not own House M.D. or any of its fergalicious characters.

Chapter 5.

Monday night and nothing to do. He poured himself another glass of scotch and sat down on his couch staring at the black television screen. He was exhausted. Who knew avoiding a woman half your age could be so much trouble. Gosh, Cameron can be such a pain sometimes. Ugh, he was thinking about her again. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He smelled scotch and cigars and…coconut and lavender? He immediately shot open his eyes. He looked around but did not spot the gorgeous brunette anywhere.

"I have got to resolve this," House sighed.

He needed to talk to her and work this out before that woman drives him insane. He got out his cell phone and typed in Cameron's number, but he hadn't pressed send. He stared at the phone for a moment and realized that he had no clue what to say to her. Sorry about your dad? Sorry about leading you on? Sorry about kissing you? Sorry…

'Sorry' was all he was able to think of. Gosh, was he really feeling that guilty? He already apologized to her before and he felt that one apology per person was more than enough coming from him. He just wouldn't be able to make those words come out of his mouth. He needed another way. He flipped his phone closed, grabbed his things, and quickly got on his motorcycle.

Before he knew it, House was in front of Cameron's apartment door exhausted. He had to climb many stairs in order to reach her home. House was dripping wet and was carrying a giant teddy bear.

He had gone to the local mall to pick up the teddy bear. The bear was safely strapped down to the rear seat of his motorcycle. Unfortunately, it had started to rain while he was on his way to Cameron's apartment.

House raised his cane to knock on Cameron's door, but stopped a hair short from it. He felt ridiculous that he was going to give someone a completely soaked teddy bear. What was he doing? There he was, unable to decide what to do, right outside Cameron's home. House had an idea.

He suddenly started to grope through all of his pockets in search for a pen and a piece of paper. All he had found was white-out and some light orange post-its. With these, he painted something down sloppily on a post-it note and stuck it on the bear's nose. He raised his cane once more to knock on Cameron's door. Once he knocked three times, he immediately rushed towards the exit of the building. He reached the stairs and rolled his eyes. He had forgotten about the several stairs. Why couldn't they just install an elevator for Christ's sake. He popped some Vicodin in his mouth and began going down the stairs a step at a time. He was forced to take his time, for his leg just wouldn't allow him to go any quicker than he was now.

Cameron was still mourning her father's death. The pouring rain just made her feel even more depressed. The puffy-eyed Cameron heard three knocks at her door. She jumped up in surprise and rubbed away any obvious tears to be seen as she made her way to the door. She looked up and opened the door. She didn't see anyone. She closed the door. Wait a second. Was that just a giant… She opened the door again and looked down. She saw a huge teddy bear. She tilted her head. She saw a post-it note and took it off the bear's nose to read the strange, white letters:

'Sorry the bear's all wet. I just needed to pee real bad. You know how it is. -Greg House'

Cameron smiled wide for the first time since her father died, for she knew that House didn't really urinate on the bear. She knew House always covers everything up with some lame joke. She knew House. She grabbed the bear and noticed it was freshly wet. She then pressed her thumb hard on the white letters of the note which left white smudges on her finger. She quickly walked into her apartment and looked out her window and saw House just exiting the building and heading towards his motorcycle which was across the street. She hurried towards her door.

House's leg was aching. He just got out of the building and was about to cross the street until he heard someone call him.

"House!"

House turned around. He saw Cameron running towards him. Her hair was wet and looked as if it clung to her for dear life. She had still worn her skirt and blouse from work that day, which were completely drenched and rumpled by now. She looked beautiful even when she was a mess. Once Cameron reached him she wrapped her arms around House's neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss. Their bodies fit perfectly against each other as they held this romantic kiss in the rain. Hands roamed and tongues wrestled. The kiss was one of desperation. One of neediness. Both House and Cameron exposed their true selves within this kiss and there was no turning back from here, but neither of them seemed to mind. They purposely made themselves vulnerable to the other. They needed that comfort. House finished the kiss and pulled away.

"What was that for?," House tried to sound mean, but Cameron saw right through him and smiled. House surprisingly, even to himself, smiled back.

"Thanks. For the bear and all…" Cameron trailed off.

"Yeah. No problem."

Cameron simply nodded. There was an awkward silence for a moment.

House spoke. "So, it's raining out and we're still standing here."

"Oh," Cameron realized, "Gosh, you can't ride that thing in this weather."

Cameron gestured towards House's motorcycle.

"Yeah."

"Coffee?," Cameron invited.

House nodded at her request.

They had climbed the stairs in silence. Cameron had helped the cripple up the dreaded staircases one step at a time. House was surprised that she didn't just let him struggle and fall after all the crap he had put her through. He was grateful for her help and also grateful for the time wasted climbing the stairs, for it gave him time to think of what to do once they reached her apartment. He had never easily folded like this before, but he had liked the feeling

Cameron unlocked her a apartment door and stepped aside to allow House through.

"Look, House, we need to talk," Cameron said as she walked through her door.

Cameron continued as she entered her home and closed the door behind her, not facing House, "I have no clue what…"

House had suddenly turned Cameron around and tenderly pushed her back against the door. House dropped his cane. He leaned toward her lips, but once again paused and leaned toward her ear instead.

"You have no clue what?, Dr. Cameron?," House whispered tenderly into her ear.

"I have no clue what to…," Cameron paused as House started kissing her neck sensually.

Cameron's arms unintentionally wrapped themselves around House's neck with her fingers in his moist hair. It was as if some force placed them perfectly around him. House's lips were softer than Cameron had imagined. Cameron slowly closed her eyes. Each kiss left a light, but memorable mark on her body. She let out small moan and she felt House smile on her neck.

"You like that, eh?," House teased.

Cameron brought her hands to his face and pulled him down for a kiss, a long, rare, passionate kiss that was hoped to last forever. House's hands sneaked themselves around Cameron and under her shirt onto the small of her back. Chills were sent down her spine as his hands roamed over her skin. He ran his tongue along Cameron's lips yearning for the entrance which she had allowed him. He pulled her as close as possible to his body. Cameron felt the dampness of his clothes. She ran her hands up his chest until she reached his shoulders, pushing his wet leather jacket off his strong arms. He began to unbutton her blouse as she undid his pants. Clothing was shed until they had absolutely nothing on. House had pushed Cameron against the door, forcing her head up and deepening the kiss. Cameron had lost the battle between tongues when House swiftly rolled his tongue inside her, along the roof of her mouth. She let out gasp of defeat which drove House crazy and got him hard at the second.

He needed her now. House shifted all of his weight onto his good leg, took hold of Cameron's legs lifting her, and forced her against the door for support, holding her in place. He entered her and was amazed at the sensations of how perfect she had fit around him. He dug his head into her breasts with each thrust.

"Mmm, House."

He looked up at Cameron's reddening face. He kissed her and felt her moan within his mouth. House was so turned on. This caused him to thrust into her faster, deeper. He was dangerously close, but had to hold back until she came. He was sweating with the battle, making their already moist bodies glide effortlessly against the other.

"Oh, Cameron," House groaned.

Her back slid up and down against the door gracefully, breasts doing the same motion against their bodies. House felt Cameron contract around him, sensing she was extremely close. Cameron dug her nails into House's back and dug her face into House's neck in attempts to stifle her moans, but failed.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Ah! House!"

"Oh god. Unh!"

House released whatever energy he had held in as they had both climaxed simultaneously. The sensations they felt were remarkable. Cameron's back arched gracefully as House's thrusts slowed and deepened to take in the moment of being fulfilled.

Faces dug into the other's body as they suddenly felt spent. House lifted Cameron off him. She immediately collapsed and slid down the door to sit on the ground. House did the same with the adjoining wall. They were both heavily panting on the floor.

"Wow," House gaped.

"Yeah. Wow," Cameron agreed.

"I really didn't know I could still do it on the wall, ya know."

Cameron chuckled, "Then I guess you were extremely well rested."

"Ha."

In a comfortable silence, they sat there taking in the best moment they had ever had. It was a shame that neither of them would probably ever admit that, but it was certainly true. Cameron noticed House's eyelids beginning to look heavy with sleep and also noted it was still raining out. Cameron broke the silence.

"Sleepy time?," Cameron asked.

He nodded.

"Sleepy time," he repeated.

House grabbed his cane on the floor as Cameron helped him to stand up. House draped his arm around Cameron's shoulders. As they walked down the dark hallway, House spoke.

"You know, I think I really should keep buying you wet teddy bears with crappy notes on them."

Cameron giggled.

They entered dark room and collapsed onto the bed, both immediately falling into a deep, deep slumber.

Yeah. Just wondering if I should up the rating on this thing. Not too sure. So, you guys tell me.