When Cameron blinked her eyes open the following morning in an unfamiliar room, it took her a few moments to connect the dots in her mind. She closed her eyes again and snuggled back into bed. The luxury of being able to sleep in when she was on call over the weekend was rare and she intended to enjoy sleeping in and being lazy as long as her beeper remained gloriously silent.

Wilson's arm had been resting on her hip, but tightened around her now as he moved closer to the warmth of her body. A small smile tugged at the corners of Cameron's lips when she could feel Wilson's semi erect cock against her backside start to swell at the contact between them.

She grinded herself against him slowly, savoring the feeling of Wilson's warm body pressing against hers; his hands starting to roam over her body, moving from her hip up to her breast.

Cameron could feel Wilson waking up. His breathing shortened, his hands moved faster and with more purpose, showing his urgency.

While one hand continued to caress her breast, teasing her nipple until it was so sensitive Cameron moaned when he flicked it gently with his thumb. His other hand slipped between her thighs to caress her, finding her already getting wet for him.

Cameron moved her leg to give him better access to her. Wilson used the opportunity to lift her leg just a little more and slid his erection against her, rubbing against her tantalizingly, making her moan in frustration.

"Jaaaames..." she whimpered.

"Good morning to you too." Cameron could practically hear the grin in his voice.

"You are a very bad, bad, man." She whispered as she turned and straddled Wilson so she could gaze down at him.

"So I'm told." Wilson flashed his adorable lopsided grin and Cameron leaned down to cover his lips with hers in a searing kiss.

Wilson finally managed to tear his hands away from Cameron for the short while it took him to get a condom, and roll it on himself.

Cameron wasted no time in sinking down on him, inch by inch, until he was filling her so completely she could feel his coarse pubic hair rub against her sensitive skin.

Burying her head in the crook of Wilson's shoulder, she began to move above him. With slow, languid motions of her hips, Cameron lifted herself until only the tip of him was still inside, and then she sank back down moaning at the sensation.

Her movements became faster, her incoherent moans and breathless pants become louder as Wilson's hands grabbed a hold of her hips, driving her down on him just a little harder with each downward thrust, increasing the delicious friction where their bodies met.

Wilson could barely hear Cameron, or feel the way her breath fluttered over the hot, sticky skin of his neck as she panted; every muscle in his body was clenched in an effort to prolong this. It had been a long time since he had awakened with a naked woman in his bed, and by the time he was fully awake all his blood had already rushed south as Cameron grinded expertly against him.

Within minutes of waking, he had been enveloped into Cameron's glorious heat; and as soon as she had started moving against him he had been on the edge, every nerve ending frazzling, desperate for the sweet release that was so close.

He could feel her inner muscles clench around him in an uneven rhythm; she was close.

Tightening his hold on her hips, stilling her; Wilson began thrusting up into her as hard as he could.

"Ahh, Christ!" Cameron almost yelped. "Fuck...James...ohgod..."

Every time Wilson pounded into her, little shockwaves of pleasure burst through her body; a few seconds apart until all the sensations melted into one continuous wave of endless ecstasy.

Cameron bit down on Wilsons shoulder to keep from screaming, and she was dimly aware of him letting out a gutteral groan before he exploded inside her as well.

She slumped down against Wilson, feeling like there wasn't a bone left in her body and dozed off in the warm cocoon of Wilson's arms. By the time she woke up again the sun was shining brightly through the blinds, and Tom was the only male in bed with her.

Cameron stretched, and cuddled Tom for a few minutes before the aroma of coffee lured her out of bed.

"Morning," Wilson said, giving her a soft smile as she came into the kitchen.

"Morning to you too," Cameron smiled up at him as he handed her a cup of steaming coffee. "Thanks."

Wilson moved towards the stove and Cameron could see it was pancakes he was flipping.

"You could have woken me up so I could have helped, you know."

"Not a problem. I woke up hungry, and thought you might be hungry, too."

Cameron could practically feel the blood rushing into her cheeks; her face felt hot all over at the little wink and secret smile Wilson gave her over his shoulder as he stood in front of the stove, barefoot in old jeans, looking good enough to eat.

Cameron focused her attention on Tom as he walked towards his bowl for his breakfast. When she was with Wilson, and especially when he was being sweet to her, Cameron felt these flashes of guilt that knotted up her stomach and made her shoulders tense.

The feeling that she was in some way cheating on House just wouldn't go away, however much she wished it to.

She had never thought she had any kind of a real chance with House, and she still didn't let herself think that, even after the kiss they had shared in the exam room. House was just pissed off that she was staying at Wilson's, and was childishly trying to ruin it. It didn't have anything to do with her her, right? He just hated sharing Wilson in any way, and probably especially with her. Cameron couldn't let herself consider any other possibilities, because if House had had any kinds of thoughts about her before, being with his best friend had to be the quickest way possible to destroy that.

Cameron snapped out of her inner monologue when Wilson put a plate full of steaming pancakes on the table between them.

"This looks really good, thanks."

They both dug in, and as Cameron started to eat she realized she really was starving. She had almost finished the three pancakes she had stacked on her plate when her beeper went off in her pocket.

Checking the number, she was not surprised to see who it was.

"House."