A/N!

Hey guys, I'm sorry about the loooong wait for this chapter. I was working like crazy all December, on top of Christmas stuff. But anyway, getting back into writing, I've missed it! This chapter has W/C smut, so you have been warned.

Thanks for your reviews, they make my day so much brighter :)

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As Wilson's hand stroked her back, arm, and shoulder absentmindedly, Cameron was no longer surprised by the warmth curling through her body. It seemed to be a regular thing when Wilson touched her.

Wilson could no longer concentrate at all on the movie they were watching as Cameron cuddled against him. He wasn't sure what had changed between them when she came to stay at his apartment, but he knew something had. Was it that he was so recently divorced, and needed somebody? Was it the secret thrill of Cameron seemingly wanting him, when she had only had feelings for House in the past?

Or maybe he was overthinking this. Cameron smelled faintly like raspberries, and after kissing her once it was so very hard not to give in to the impulse to do it again.

His hand slid over her waist to rest on her abdomen. With calculated slowness, his hand crept up to almost touch the underside of her breast. When his hand traveled back down he could feel her shiver slightly.

Wilson repeated this a few times; every time his touch grew just a little bolder until his thumb brushed over her nipple. He could feel the hardened nub through her bra and shirt, so he wasn't surprised to hear her sharp intake of breath.

"James..."

Wilson never got enough of hearing his first name on her lips. After being 'Wilson' for so long, it felt strangely intimate.

Cameron tilted her head up and brushed her lips across Wilson's neck and up towards his jawline, trailing small kisses until she reached his mouth.

When her tongue darted out to slide along his lower lip, Wilson reached down to grab her hips. Pulling her onto his lap, he eagerly deepened their kiss.

Cameron couldn't help melting against him. James Wilson really knew how to kiss; using his whole body to make her feel breathless with need. His chest undulated every so often, causing friction between their chests, making Cameron's nipples harden. Wilson's thigh slipped between her legs, stroking slowly against her heat.

She drew away from him after a few moments and scooted back in his lap just enough for her to reach down and stroke his erection, making Wilson groan.

"James, bedroom?"

"I love the way you think," Wilson murmured against her ear. He put her hands around his neck and stood up, unwilling to let her go even if walking wasn't very comfortable in his current condition.

Wilson carried her into his bedroom, Cameron's legs wrapped around his waist, her mouth kissing and nibbling on the soft skin on his neck.

The way Cameron was rubbing against him and kissing him, Wilson wanted nothing more than to take her right there against the wall; put her leg over his shoulder and just pound into her willing body. But there was also the need to explore her, slowly, in a comfortable bed, and in the end that urge won. With a low groan when Cameron sucked on his earlobe, he finally made it into the bedroom and dropped her gently on the bed.

Cameron sat up and quickly unbuttoned his pants, shoving them and his boxers down his lean legs. Leaning forward, she gripped the base of his cock with her small hand, while her tongue darted out to flick the head.

"Oh sweet je…e…sus." Wilson panted, as she took him into her warm mouth.

The faint, indescribably male scent of him invaded her senses, and Cameron glanced up at Wilson as she took him in hungrily. Seeing his mouth ever so slightly open, his head thrown back in pleasure, knowing that it was because of her was unbelievably erotic.

Wilson could feel his knees start to weaken as the beginnings of his orgasm built up, little waves of pleasure spreading through his body as Cameron took him in slightly deeper. He forced himself to stay still and not frantically thrust into her mouth, and focused instead on remaining standing.

Cameron heard his panting breaths grow heavier, and knew he was close. She increased the motions of her mouth, silently urging him to let go.

Her name fell from his lips when Wilson's orgasm crashed into him, his body rigid as he spilled his seed into her mouth.

She gently licked him clean before he lay down on top of her, his body limp, heart still racing and his breathing harsh in the otherwise silent room.

A few moments passed as Wilson got his breathing back under control, his face buried in the hollow of Cameron's neck.

Cameron couldn't help touching Wilson. Running her fingers through his hair, trailing her nail down into the hollow of his back, making him shiver. Her whole body was tingling with desire and it was all she could do to not squirm against him.

Wilson seemed to get the silent message, however. His lips started to slide across the soft flesh in front of him, up to her jaw and trailing butterfly kisses until he reached her mouth.

His need to see her, taste her, had not diminished at all. He made quick work of her remaining clothing and murmered an appriciative noise when she was finally naked before him.

His mouth lowered to her breast, eagerly sucking a small, dark pink nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicked the hardened nipple, and he mirrored the movement on her other breast with his thumb.

Cameron drew in a shaky breath; she felt on fire where his mouth touched her.

Kissing his way down her abdomen, Wilson could feel her stomach muscles contract as his tongue dipped into her navel.

Finally he reached the already moist jucture of her thighs, and slowly slid his tongue inside her wet folds, ever so slowly reaching her clit. He moved slowly at first, licking her with small smooth motions. He could taste her almost sweet, tangy fluid more and more as her arousal grew; making his arousal start to grow again.

Cameron moaned incoherently as her back arched of its own volition. Her hands clenched, balling the sheet in her fists as she drew in a shuddering breath.

"Fuck, James..."

Wilson decided he had teased her enough, and sped up his movements, flicking her clit now with sharp thrusts of his tongue. The small electric bursts of pleasure that were shooting through her body at the feeling of Wilson's mouth on her were coming closer and closer, she was almost there...

A few moments later Wilson heard her cry out, as she climaxed in a small rush of fluid. He held her bucking hips down, and hungrily lapped it up, noticing the slightly different taste to her now. The warm, musky scent of her was driving him to distraction. He needed her badly, his cock already eager for more.

Wilson finally moved away, dropping a small kiss on her inner thigh and moving up the bed to kiss Cameron again. He could feel her heart beating furiously, and couldn't help a small swell of purely male pride seeing her cheeks flushed and her expressive eyes dazed and unfocused.

"Protection?" Wilson asked, hands going to her thighs to splay her legs better.

Cameron shivered slightly at his low, seductive tone. "I'm on the pill, so you don't need the condom."

"Maybe not for that reason, but you should know Julie cheated on me, and I haven't exactly been celibate since leaving her. I'll feel better if I know I'm not exposing you to anything." Wilson, ever the gentleman.

"They're in the nightstand drawer," he said.

Cameron reached down and stroked him slowly. He had risen to almost full attention again, her sounds of satisfaction arousing him almost immediately. She rolled onto her side, reached across him and opened the nightstand drawer. When she'd found what she was looking for, she opened the package and rolled the condom onto him gently, the touch of her skilled fingers as she did so making him groan.
"Now, James," she said, rolling onto her back, legs open and inviting.
"Oh, thank god." With those words he thrust into her until he was completely sheathed.

Wilson stilled, letting Cameron adjust to him; she felt impossibly tight around him.

"Did I hurt you?"

Cameron only shook her head and smiled up at him tenderly. She moved her hips against him in a simulation of what she wanted.

He very slowly pulled himself almost all the way out, and slid back in forcefully.

He repeated this a few times, and just watched Cameron. Her face contracting in pleasure, the way she moaned, or called his name when he slammed into her.

Wilson changed his pace, keeping his thrusts slow and even in an attempt to make this last longer. He could feel the tingling start in his belly already, the little sparks of pleasure coursing through him as he began to pump into her faster.

The pleasure was becoming almost too intense, his steady thrusts building that delicious pressure, the muscles of her abdomen clenching in exquisite agony.

Wilson could hear her gasps of pleasure every time he thrust into her, and was sure she was close. His hand reached between them, sliding down her belly to rub her clit in time with their frantic movements.

A few moments later, he could feel her clench around him even tighter than before as she rode out her orgasm, her hips jerking against him erratically.

That, and the way she gasped his name finally sent him over the edge. He slammed into her one last time, and shuddered against her.

"Oh god...Ally..." He groaned, leaning forward to bite her shoulder.

Spent and sated, they slumped down in the bed. As their heated bodies cooled down, Wilson reached for the sheets they had kicked to the floor and covered them.

He drew Cameron against him so her back was against his chest. His hand rested on her hip as they finally fell asleep.