A/N: Sorry for the delay. I'm back from my vacation and it was awesome. Now, back to the story! Thanks for waiting!

Chapter Seven

Bennings led them upstairs to the library. He opened the doors and stepped back. Millicent stood in the middle of the room. She wore the same outfit from the night Mundell threw her out. Her hair hung limp and her makeup was smudged.

"The mom?" Wilson whispered.

House nodded.

"I have every right to come back here!" Millicent shouted. "This is my home! I want my things and money!"

Bennings glided past them with a laptop. He placed it on the coffee table and opened it.

"If I may, sir?" he asked Mundell.

Mundell frowned but nodded. "You aren't getting anything, Milly. I paid for everything you have."

"I'm ready, sir," Bennings told him. He tapped a button on the computer. They all gathered around and watched as Millicent and Greyson had sex doggy style on her bed.

Cameron and Hilary made sounds of disgust. Hilary turned her back but Cameron confronted her mother.

"You seriously fucked that disgusting jerk?" she shouted. "And then had the nerve to preach to us about abstinence?"

"That is an invasion of my privacy!" Millicent said shakily. "You had no right to film me!"

Mundell looked at her with loathing and disgust. "You know all the rooms have security cameras. Bennings simply didn't erase the footage from your camera. Now get out of my house!"

"I need money! I don't have anywhere to go!" she cried.

"Go stay with Greyson," Mundell told her. He straightened his spine and walked out of the room.

Bennings looked at her as if she were a particularly nasty piece of garbage. "I will call the police," he informed her coldly.

"Bunny, Allison," she sniffled. "Please. I'm your mother. You don't want me to end up on the streets, do you?"

Hilary turned on her. "Why not? You can earn some money there. I'm sure the other whores will take you in. And I'm sure Greyson can testify to your...talents."

Cameron walked past House and Wilson. As House turned to follow her, he looked at Wilson.

"Help Bennings get her out of here," he told his best friend.

Wilson nodded and House went after Cameron.

He found her on the terrace outside her bedroom, staring out at the sunset. "You okay?" he asked as he stood close but gave her distance if she needed it.

"No."

"Want me to go?"

She turned around and he could see she was crying. A few long strides across the terrace and she was in his arms, her cheek resting against his chest as she sobbed quietly. "This never would've happened if GG were here. She would've changed the gate codes the day Mother left."

"Wilson is taking care of it. If she's smart, she won't come back. Makes me wonder though, are there really cameras in every room?"

"Yeah but security erases them each morning. Unless something happens then they save the footage."

"Pity," he said. "I'd check out the videos from last weekend."

Cameron laughed in between sniffles. "You would."

"Why not? We're smokin' hot together," he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close as they stood and watched the sun go down.

Meanwhile, Wilson found Hilary downstairs in the billiards room shooting pool while drinking a flute of champagne.

"Do you play?" she asked as she took a sip.

"It's been awhile but yeah. Got anymore of that?" he asked.

"In the bucket, over there," she said and pointed as she gathered up the balls she previously sank and started a new game.

Wilson poured himself some champagne then chose a pool cue.

"Bennings is changing the gate code," he commented as he watched her break. "He said he saw Greyson going into your mother's room. That's why he saved the recording."

Hilary took another sip and motioned toward the table. Wilson lined up a shot and sent four balls into each pocket. Hilary laughed.

"You're a hustler, aren't you, James Wilson?" she laughed. She lifted her glass. "Here's to the whore and the hustler. At least I know why I act the way I do. I come by it naturally."

"Don't," he said sharply as he took the glass from her. "I may not know you very well, but you are not a whore."

She began to laugh hysterically. "You don't know me at all! House is right. I'm slutty and I inherited my sluttiness from my slutty mother!"

Wilson dropped his pool cue and set his glass down. He grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a shake. She stopped laughing and looked up at him with wide eyes. Her eyes filled with tears and she swallowed back a sob.

"Don't be nice to me," she said brokenly.

"Someone should," he responded gently. He guided her to a couch and pushed her down then sat down next to her. Putting his arm around her, he pulled her close. She leaned against him and put her head on his shoulder.

"Don't think you're getting sex," she told him. "Because I'm not doing that anymore."

"Ever?" he asked.

"I'm going to be like Allison. I'm going to wait until I'm in love."

"That sounds like a good idea."

"I'm throwing out all my clothes and buying everything new. No more whore clothes. I'm going to dress like GG and Allison. Classy and elegant."

"You'll look beautiful."

"Are you and House...did you and House...I'm not judging," she stammered.

"House is my best friend. That's all," he told her with a smile. "He enjoys saying outrageous things. He's serious about two things: your sister and medicine."

Hilary sighed. Wilson leaned back and continued to hold her.

The fireplace in Cameron's bedroom crackled as she and House stood next to the bed, kissing each other with a passion that surprised even them. She needed something, House didn't know what it was, but he was damn well going to make sure he gave it to her. "Mmm, House," she murmured against his lips. "I love kissing you. Sometimes I think I could get off just from this."

He smirked. "Really? Without my skillful hands helping you along?"

"Well, that's definitely a bonus," she giggled.

To prove his point, his hand slid down and cupped her, making her moan against his lips as he stroked her through the fabric of her lace underwear. He had already gotten her out of her clothes, but left the matching pink silk bra and thong on because they were sexy and she looked hot in them.

"You're so beautiful, like this," he said as he ran his other hand down the length of her body. "What are you doing with an old, run down misanthropic son of a bitch like me?" he said, almost to himself.

Cameron frowned and placed her hands on his face, forcing him to look into her eyes. "Hey. Look at me. Because I'm in love with you, because you make me happy, because you're sexy and because you have a really big dick."

The last comment threw him for a loop and she smiled at him when realization dawned on him. She wasn't just saying it to make him feel better. She really meant those things, and undoubtedly, the last bit. "And I know how to use it," he chuckled as he lifted her off her feet and playfully dropped her on the bed before moving on top of her.

"Mmmm you definitely do," she sighed as he placed kisses everywhere and caressed her breasts.

"You need more of these bras," he murmured against her skin.

"I have plenty. You just haven't seen them all."

"You'll have to give me a fashion show one day. A private one...followed by a lapdance."

"I think that could be arranged," she said and gasped as his lips moved down her body and stopped at the waistband of her underwear.

"Want these off?"

Cameron nodded as she buried her fingers in his hair and smiled down at him. "Did I also mention that I love your very talented tongue?" she added.

"No you didn't. Do you need a demonstration to refresh your memory?"

"Yesssss…" she hissed as he pulled the silk underwear down her legs and settled in between them, kissing and nipping his way up her inner thigh. His whiskers scraped her skin but she didn't care. She began gently arching her hips against his face, urging him toward his destination. "Please House…"

He smiled up at her before turning his attention back to his goal. He was going to make her forget everything, even if for just a little while. He could give her that much. And he did. It wasn't long before Cameron was writhing under his ministrations and begging him for release. When he'd had his fill of her, he struggled out of his trousers and shorts and very gently slid into her warm, wet core.

"Oh God…." she groaned as she wrapped her arms around him and held him close to her. He didn't move at first, enjoying their closeness for a few minutes. Then she surprised him by rolling them over and straddling him.

"Mmm..bossy," he chuckled as she positioned herself over him and then slowly slid down his length until he was fully inside. "Ohh…." he groaned as she did it again and again, slowly each time. He gripped her hips, sure that he would probably leave bruises but he didn't care, and he didn't think she would, either. She wanted to be in control and he had no problem with that. Whatever it took to get her mind off the evening's earlier events.

"God….Cameron," he groaned as he started bucking his hips up into her. She groaned and threw her head back as she continued to ride him faster and deeper. "So close…"

"Me too….so good….oh god, Greg!" she cried out as the orgasm took her by surprise and she arched her back, letting it pulse through her.

House felt her inner walls clenching, her warm fluids coating his cock as he continued to thrust up into her, allowing her to ride out her orgasm and bring him to his own amazing climax. He collapsed back against the pillows as Cameron fell onto his chest. He felt her heart beating fast and he was sure she could probably hear his as well. For some reason that made him feel even closer to her than ever before. He could smell her hair as it brushed across his face and he inhaled the fresh scent of spring rain.

Eventually she rolled off of him but still wrapped her arm across his chest as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered in the dark.

"You're welcome. What for?"

He heard and felt her chuckle as her fingers played with the hair on his chest. "For the distraction. I really needed it."

"I know."

"You always know what I need before I do. How do you do it?"

House shifted and then pulled the covers over them so she wouldn't get cold. "I'm just that good."