Chapter Nine

Early the next morning, Cameron slid out of House's embrace. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back into bed.

"I have to get dressed," she laughed softly. "Hilary and I are going shopping today, remember?"

"No," House grumbled sleepily. "Bed. Sleep. Sex."

"I'll buy something sexy and do a fashion show tonight."

House opened one eye and looked at her. "How sexy?"

She rolled onto her stomach and kissed him. "Extremely sexy."

He closed his eye and released her. She got up and headed for the bathroom.

"Not slutty!" he called out.

Cameron laughed and shut the bathroom door.

Hilary drove them to Asheville in GG's car. She parked on the street outside Mast General Store. As they got out, Cameron looked at Hilary with surprise.

"I thought you hated this store," she commented.

"Slutty Hilary hated this store," Hilary told her.

They spent the next three hours shopping and loaded the car with packages. As they drove back to the cabin, Cameron suggested they pick up some groceries from Ingles.

As they wandered down the dairy aisle, Hilary looked over at Cameron.

"So, House," she began. "He's….different. Is he good in bed?"

Cameron put a gallon of milk in the cart. "Very," she said.

"Big dick?"

Cameron smiled. "Oh, yeah."

"I think Jimmy has a big one, too."

Cameron picked up a package of bacon. "You think? You haven't slept with him yet?"

"We're going to try being friends," Hilary told her as she put several containers of coffee creamer in the cart. "But he was rubbing my feet last night and it feels promising."

"Friendship is a good place to start," Cameron told her as they headed for the meat counter.

Hilary picked up some ground beef and looked at it. "I just want to be sure. I was sure about Rick."

"I was sure about Greg, too. Get some steaks," Cameron told her.

Hilary picked up several packages of steak and put them in the cart. "You bought some sexy lingerie. Is it for House?"

"Yep. It was the only way he'd let me go this morning."

Hilary snickered as they went down the bread aisle.

"Remind me to get peanut butter," Cameron said as she grabbed several loaves of bread. "Greg loves it."

"What does Jimmy like to eat?"

Cameron titled her head. "I'm not really sure. Ask Greg. He's always eating whatever Wilson eats."

"Are you sure those two aren't bisexual?"

Cameron laughed. "Well, there are rumors but no. They're just best friends."

"Good," Hilary sighed. "I don't care if he is but I don't want to have to compete with House."

They looked at each other and laughed.

When they got back, Wilson and House were sitting on the deck puffing on cigars. As they entered, House noticed all the bags. "Jesus, did you buy out the store?"

"Maybe."

"So when do I get this fashion show of which you spoke?" Then he leered at Hilary. "Did you get some sexy numbers too?"

"I might have, but you're not privy to them," she replied with a sweet smile.

"Spoil sport," he grumbled and continued puffing on his cigar. "What's for dinner?"

"Steaks. Why don't you two make yourself useful and get the grill fired up?"

"Where is it?"

"On the deck outside of the kitchen."

House stuffed the end of his cigar into the ashtray and got up. "C'mon, Wilson. You heard the lady. We gotta earn our keep."

Mundell joined them as Wilson was seasoning the steaks. House sat in a chair with his feet propped up on the railing.

"More salt," he told Wilson.

"Who's the cook?" Wilson asked as he sprinkled more salt on the meat.

"I think of you more as my sous-chef."

"You two are very entertaining," Mundell laughed. "What can I do to help?"

"Ask the head chef," Wilson told him pointing at House with the BBQ tongs.

"Allison likes vegetables, so we should probably grill some," House commented. "And House likes beer, so you could bring him a nice cold one."

"Would you like a beer, James?" Mundell asked with a smile.

"I'd rather have a glass of wine."

"Vegetables, beer and wine coming up," he replied and headed back into the house.

House folded his hands on his stomach and looked at Wilson. "So, have you and Hilary done the horizontal hokey pokey yet?"

"Nope."

"Little Jimmy get stage fright?" House asked.

"Nope."

House sighed in exasperation. "The monosyllabic answers are getting annoying. Why haven't you had sex with her? Usually at this point, you're picking out wedding china."

"We're going to be friends first."

"Oh, Jesus. She's never going to sleep with you. Being friends is female speak for 'You ain't getting near my hoo ha'. You're going to end up in the friend zone. Mark my words."

Mundell returned and Wilson took the tray from him. He handed House a bottle of beer and then began arranging fresh veggies on the grill. As the food sizzled, he took a sip of wine.

"I wanted to talk to you both. I'm selling the house in Alpine and most likely the cabin. I'll buy houses for all of you, of course."

"Sell the houses if that's what you want to do but you aren't buying us houses," House told him.

"I'm with House. I have a place in Princeton," Wilson said.

"Allison and I were talking about this last night," House continued. "We're getting a place closer to the hospital. And old Jimmy here still works at PPTH."

Mundell frowned. "I thought you would head up the Oncology department."

"I haven't decided yet. It's nice here but I like working at PPTH."

"He'll come," House said. "He can't bear to be away from me."

Wilson rolled his eyes. "Yes," he said drily. "My whole world revolves around you."

"Yeah it does."

Wilson pulled the steaks off the grill and put them on a plate to rest. He piled the grilled vegetables on the tray Mundell brought out.

"The girls should have the table set by now," Mundell said. He looked at Wilson. "Please consider coming to work at Langston Memorial. I can offer you triple your current salary and stock options in Langston Incorporated."

House stood, grabbed his cane and beer, and leaned close to Wilson. "You'd be an idiot to turn that down."

Wilson picked up the trays of food and followed House into the kitchen. House was right. Plus, he'd be close to Hilary. He really wanted to see where their relationship could go. When he entered the kitchen, he saw her laughing at something House said. He'd type up his resignation tonight and go back to Princeton in the morning. He felt as if a huge weight was lifted from him. Smiling, he joined the others.

House sat in the middle of the bed. "Hurry up!" he called.

"I'm trying," Cameron said from the bathroom. "This is more complicated than I thought."

House groaned. "Does that mean I'll need a crowbar to get you out of it?"

"I hope not!"

Finally, the bathroom door swung open. Cameron strutted out wearing strings attached to two black bows covering her nipples which led to a another black bow atop a silky black triangle. Her long blonde hair flowed down her back and she twirled so he could see the g-string and her firm, round ass.

House growled. "I like it. Now get over here so I can get that off you."

She climbed up on the end of the bed and crawled toward him. Smiling seductively, she kneeled in front of him. "We need to get something sexy for you," she purred.

"And you just killed the mood. Little Greg has gone into hiding."

Cameron sat on her heels. "Maybe I can coax him out." She slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled one bow down giving him a glimpse of one rosy nipple.

"He's mildly interested," House told her.

She pushed the straps down to her waist. Then she reached out and slipped her hand into his boxer shorts. "Oh, he's more than interested," she told him as she pulled his erection out and stroked him. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as a low moan rumbled in his chest.

"Oh, yeah, he likes that," Cameron smiled.

Leaning down, she flicked her tongue against the tip.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" House groaned.

She released him and he opened his eyes. Slowly she stood up on the bed and shimmied out of her lingerie. She rubbed her hands down her thighs. House grabbed her legs and placed kisses along the inside of each thigh. She sank down on him and rubbed her breasts against his chest. Desire shot through him and he maneuvered her so she hovered over him. He rubbed his cock against her wet nub. She tried to slide down and take him in but he held her still. He rubbed back and forth until sweat gleamed on her skin and she panted his name. Then he lay back, pulled her down and pushed up into her. She leaned forward and placed her hands on his shoulders as she rode him hard. His skin heated up and fire roared through his veins. She stilled for a moment and he felt her inner walls clamp onto him. He could feel the pulses of her orgasm and a moment later she began moving again. He felt his balls tighten and then he arched up off the bed as his own orgasm pounded through him. She collapsed on top of him and he wrapped his arms around her. Her sweat dampened hair clung to his chest and he could feel her heart thundering in her chest.

"It's always so good with you," she breathed.

"Marry me," he panted,

She rose up on her hands and looked down at him. "What?"

He looked intensely at her, watching her expression. "Marry me."

Her mouth opened and closed. Finally she swallowed. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes."

He rolled her onto her side and pushed her hair back before he kissed her. "I don't have a ring."

She ran her hand over his shoulder. "I don't need one. I just need you."

He kissed her again. "Good." A realization suddenly hit him and he groaned as he scratched his forehead with his thumb. "Oh God...I guess I should've asked your father first."

Cameron began to giggle.

"And just what is so funny, future wife?" he asked.

"You're scared of my father."

"Am not!" he said and stuck his tongue out at her. She leaned over and captured his tongue with her mouth, which led to a long, deep passionate kiss until they both had to come up for air.

Cameron smirked. "Cuddy is going to have a complete shit fit when she finds out."

"That's not why I asked you," he told her.

"I know," she giggled. "It's just an added benefit. I'm going to want some popcorn for that show." She draped her arm over him and slid her leg between his. "Sleep," she said. "Then more sex."

"I love the way your mind works," he yawned.

She tucked her head beneath his chin and they both fell into a deep sleep.