Disclaimer: House MD is not mine. I hope you like this chapter as much as you liked the others. There is going to be a fun twist next chapter, so what ever you may be assuming, might not be right. Next chapter soon, I promise! Review:)

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House threw her onto their bed, removing every piece of clothing in second. He managed to remove his, and teasingly laid down on top of her, his cock at her entrance. A smug smile was smeared across his face, and Cameron pleaded with her eyes, until he sank into her, causing her to moan deeply, and arch her back. House responded to the moan with one of his own, slowly speeding up his pace.

"Ho…Greg…." He voice was soft, but House was able to hear it.

The words egged him on, and he moved so he could drive himself deeper. Already he could feel her muscles being to tighten, and as she approached her climax, Cameron met his thrusts, making him go even deeper.

"Fuck Allison…FUCK!" House yelled as his orgasm hit him in a hard wave, and his vision was nothing more than spots. Cameron lay there, smiling up at him, as she took attempted to catch her breathe, and get her vision back.

House moved beside her, smiling over at Cameron. "That always gets better and better." Cameron nodded, then began to smell the air.

"Food's ready." She smiled. Quickly, she redressed, this time in her pajamas, and retreated into the living room. House threw on some comfy pants and his t-shirt, before following Cameron.

Wilson was seated at the table, already beginning to eat his meal. He had set two places for the others, and their plates of food sat there waiting. House sat down and began to eat hungrily, while Cameron grabbed drinks for all of them, before sitting down.

"This looks wonderful James, I'll cook tomorrow." She smiled, before taking a bit, and moaning as the taste of the chicken hit her tongue. "It so good."

House smiled smugly. "Damn right it was good." He glanced over at Wilson, who hadn't said a word or looked up from his plate.

"Jimmy, are you in there? You haven't said a word since we sat down."

Cameron looked at him in concern, and Wilson shrugged in response.

"I'm fine, just a little tired. I did work today after all." His tone was cold, and frankly, he didn't really care.

House looked over at Cameron, confusion masked his face, and Cameron returned the look, before paying attention to her food once more. The rest of the meal was silent, with House and Cameron each stealing glances at Wilson. When they were all finished, Wilson took the plates and began to clean up, leaving the other two confused.

"You know, I'm a little tired still. Maybe I will go read a book in the bedroom." Cameron looked at House, cocking her head towards Wilson, silently telling him to go and talk to his friend.

House sighed, and nodded, while Cameron grabbed a book, and went back into the bedroom. He hobbled into the kitchen, grabbed a dish towel and began drying off the washed dishes. Wilson ignored him.

"Are you mad because we didn't ask you to join in? I told you it would be awkward, and you and her are both needy. I am only one man. I wouldn't be able to satisfy both of you." He smiled at Wilson, but his attempt to get even a small smile out of him failed. "Jimmy, what's going on? Seriously." He put down his towel and turned to Wilson.

"House…" Wilson turned to him, holding back every emotion that wanted to bleed through. "I'm fine. I promise. I'm just tired, that's all. I worked this morning, and made shelves all afternoon. I just need some sleep is all." He faked a small smile, and was happy when House nodded.

House helped Wilson finish the dishes, and they both retreated to the living room. Both plopped down on the couch, switching on the television. House changed the channel to Gilmore Girls, and they both got comfortable.

Wilson smiled at House, feeling much better. "This is nice."

"Don't get all squishy on me. There is enough squishiness in this show to fill the whole room." House smiled back, smacking Wilson's leg. Wilson retorted in suit, watching the show once again.

The show ended an hour later, and they didn't move, instead began to watch old episodes of Beverly Hills 90210. Wilson was quite enjoying just sitting with House, until a statement shattered it.

"Watching Beverly Hills, and you didn't even invite me?" Cameron walked over to couch, maneuvering so that she could sit on House's lap, without hurting him. "You boys having fun?"

House wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. "I guess. More fun can be had now that you are here." He smiled, and placed a soft kiss on her lips. He glanced over at Wilson, who was now glued to the screen.

Cameron pulled away, watching the television, along with House. Wilson sat quiet, attempting to focus on the show, but failed because he could see them out of the corner of his eye.

"I'm going out for a bit. Don't wait up." He stood up abruptly, surprising the couple. He slipped on his jacket and shoes, grabbed his cell phone and wallet, and let the door slam behind him.

"What just happened?"

"I don't know." Cameron moved off his lap beside him, then cuddling against his chest. She continued to watch the program, but her mind was on Wilson.