I don't own House md, sad but true…

Chapter 18

Cameron was desperate for a hot shower, she had drowned herself in work and right now all she wanted was to relax. However her shower would have to wait as she heard a wood on wood knock.

"Hi." She opened the door to the man occupying all thoughts in her mind.

"You haven't call for three days." Three days was how long they hadn't spoke, they were both too stubborn to take the first step. Cameron didn't think he would be the first to cave.

"The phone works both ways."

"I'm a slow learner." She stepped aside to let him in.

They sat next to each other on the couch, House bouncing his cane from hand to hand, neither saying anything until House broke the silence.

"I don't want people to interfere with this thing we have." He mumbles awkwardly.

"You think I'll let them?"

"Well they're gonna say you're crazy for being with an old miserable bastard. I don't want you to come to your senses and realize they're right."

"I've seen you at your best and at your worst and I'm still here. Plus you're crazy too so I think we make a good match."

"So…" He trailed off looking in her eyes for some reassurance.

"So you're not ready yet, I'm not going to hide forever but I guess a little more time won't kill me."If she pushed him it would be worse, sooner or later he would resent her. She remembered their ill fated date, the way she pressure him into telling her what she wanted to hear, it didn't worked out so well.

"That's it? Just like that?"

"Just like that." She kissed him softly. That went easier then he thought, of course sooner or later they'd have to come out, hopefully by then he would be ready. He would be.

"You know I'm never gonna want to get married, right?" He didn't want to mislead her.

"Good, been there done that." He raised his brow in question.
"Last two times didn't really work out for me. I guess marriage is not for us." She released a sigh.

"Ok." Was all he managed to say. Cameron could really surprise him sometimes, even though her previous marriages failed he just assumed she'd want to try again.

"What do you want for dinner?" She asked.

"Are you cooking?" He asks hopefully.

"No."

"Why don't we just order pizza?"

"Fine by me. You order and I'm gonna take a shower." She disappeared down the hall.

When the pizza boy arrived and House was paying Cameron appeared fresh out of the shower wearing nothing but one of House's shirts that gad migrated to her apartment. She passed the living room and went to the kitchen. The teenage pizza boy was fixated on the vision of this beautiful woman.

"Here's your money, and stop drooling!" Before the boy had time to react House slammed the door in his face.

Standing in the kitchen's door frame he watched her in his blue shirt opening the fridge door and taking two beers out. He liked what he saw.

"Why do you look better in my clothes than I do?" He startled her.

Putting the beers down she leaned back on the counter.

"Because I'm prettier than you." He moved to stand in front of her.

"No argues there." She looked up at him smiling and then kissed him gently. When the need for air was too strong House pulled back and looked into her eyes.

"The pizza guy thought you looked good too."

"I do aim to please." She had a grin on her face.

He lowered his head and kissed her fiercely, his hands on her hips and he carefully lifted her up on the counter. Her small frame weighing almost nothing, so his leg didn't even hurt.

"The pizza is gonna get cold." She murmured while he was nibbling her neck and his hands wandered under her (his) shirt.

"You have a microwave." She started working on his shirt buttons.

"You're right." His button down was now gone and Cameron was glad he wasn't wearing a t-shirt today, her hands immediately went to feel his broad chest.

"I always am." Now was his turn to take off her clothes, well it was just one and soon it was on the kitchen floor as well.

The hunger for each other was too much after all they hadn't been together for a while. They needed to feel one another, to reconnect again. This wasn't going to be soft or slow this was about getting want they wanted and fast.

Cameron's hands left their previous place around his neck to his jeans belt and buttons, she was struggling with the belt and he smirked at her frustration.

"Greg." She pleaded.

He took off his shoes so he could pull the pants off his legs, they didn't waste any time as Cameron quickly pulled his boxers down and stroked him a few times making him groan in her neck. He took a step back and reached for her panties she supported herself with her hands on the counter and he pealed them off.

They both needed to feel each other closer, skin rubbing against skin, he pushed inside her making her gasp.

"God, I missed you." He groaned in her ear and she pulled him into a deep kiss.

He started moving inside her with deep strong stokes hitting her in all the right places and Cameron locked her long legs around his waist for more support, their moans becoming louder as they work towards release. It was hard and aggressive.

Cameron was the first to lose control he feels her walls contracting around him and hears her mumbled some incoherent words until she finally climaxes.

"Oh God. Greg!" His name comes out in a loud scream.

He knows his leg is going to kill him later but he doesn't stop, doesn't want to stop his movements and soon he joins her in bliss.
House continues to hold her until their breathing as well as their fast heart beating slows down.

"We should fight more often." He says but doesn't really mean it, these past few days were torture and he doesn't want to go through that again.

I love you. Cameron thought but didn't dare say.

Sorry if you're put off by the marriage conversation but I'm not that much of a romantic girl (weird huh?) and I guess that shows on the story on occasion (I'm just not into the whole fairy tale kind of ending)… but not to worry House and Cameron belong together married or not, even if that's not what's happening on the show. It's a good thing we have fanfiction.

R&R