I don't own House md, but I'll keep trying, promise!

Epilogue

One year later.

"We should move. There's a lot of unpacking to do." Cameron said, but didn't move an inch. They were lying on the couch wearing their comfy clothes, Cameron's head rested on his chest, arms around each other and legs tangled together, just enjoying being in each others' arms, it took them a while to get there.

The living room was filled with boxes, the only thing already in its place was the piano by the window, the afternoon sun shining through it warming the room.

"The boxes will be there tomorrow, they can wait."

"Mmm…" She hummed in contentment nodding in his chest.

"Plus we still need to christen this place."

"Huh?" Cameron frowned in confusion.

"You know, we need to have sex in every room first. It's tradition." He said matter of fact.

"Oh. Did you do that when you moved in with Wilson too?" She joked.

"Of course! He was all over me that first week." She laughed at his words.

There was a moment of comfortable silence. When they decided to move in together her place even though it was big enough was out of question, House wanted a place that showed his personality too, and as for his old home, there was just too many memories there, not all bad but still… so they started looking for a new home, one picked by both for a fresh clean start. Plus it was about time he left Wilson's protecting and annoying wing.

"I'm happy." She said softly.

"You better be, this place cost an insane amount of money!"

"That was just a ploy to make you stick around for many years."

"I'm not going anywhere, bum leg and all, you're stuck with me." She smiled and placed a kiss on his chest.

They stayed like that just for a little longer in a peaceful silence just enjoying each other's company and the warmth radiating from their bodies, it was moments like this that showed how they were really good together despite being so different at the same time, one would balance the other. Then Cameron untangled herself and stood up, she gave him a small smile and began to walk down the hall.

"Where're you going?" He already missed the heat of her body.

"I thought we'd start with the bedroom, and then work our way out to the other rooms." She continued down the hall and pulled her shirt over her head letting it fall to the floor showing him her bare back.

He didn't need to be told twice, he pushed himself up and made his way after her not bothering to look for his cane, grinning like an idiot.

Yes, he was fucking happy too. Lucky bastard!

THE END

So I'm not completely happy with the last few chapters but by now I was just struggling to finish this.

I want to thank all of you who reviewed and put this story on their alert, it's been an amazing experience, especially if you consider this was my first fic.

I'm not sure if this was a onetime thing or if I'll continue to write, I guess if I find the right inspiration, who knows…

Again thank you and I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!