A/N: Thank you all for your comments. I wasn't able to reply to some of you for whatever stupid reason (FF net was being weird) but I think it's fixed now. Onward and upward we go!

Chapter Thirteen

"I need to talk to you," Wilson said after he checked on Cuddy.

"So how was she?" House asked with a salacious grin.

"How was who?"

"Hilary. You two finally did the nasty."

Wilson's eyes widened. "What…..who…."

"Oh come on. Death makes people want to have sex. It's instinct. A need to propagate the species. So? How was it?"

A smile curved on Wilson's lips. "It was hot." Then he rubbed the back of his neck. "It was also a mistake. It never should have happened."

"It was bound to happen sooner or later. I'm surprised it took you this long. So what's the problem?"

"She seduced me."

"Right, and I'm sure you put up a fight."

"Well…"

"It's not a bad thing you know. She needed you, and you were there for her."

"I just don't want her to get the wrong idea."

"About what?"

"What if this doesn't go anywhere?"

"Then it doesn't. You're both adults."

"With you being with Cameron it could be awkward…"

House rolled his eyes. "Oh grow up, Wilson. Anyway, Cuddy is ready to go so get her and Jeeves will take you back to Princeton."

"That's it? That's all you're going to say to me?"

House shrugged. "What did you expect me to do? Pat you on the back and congratulate you?"

"Well, yeah, actually."

"It was just sex, and you're obviously not proud of it so why would I do that?"

"I don't even know. I'll see you when I see you."

Meanwhile, Cameron sat by the pool reading a medical journal while she sipped a mojito. Hilary came out to join her and stretched out on a lounger, smiling.

"You look like the cat that caught the canary," Cameron chuckled. "What's going on?"

"Nothing."

"Right. Spill it."

Hilary ducked her head. "James and I made love."

Cameron arched her brows and sat forward. "And…."

Hilary shrugged and smiled slightly. "It was….fantastic. Oh, Allison, he was so good. It was hot and….oh, God."

"Where?"

"Billiards room. On the pool table."

"Who initiated it?" Cameron asked eyes bright with interest.

Hilary laughed. "I did."

"I thought you were going to let him lead."

"I was. But he was so sweet and looked so hot…"

Cameron laughed. "Hot and hard?"

"So damn hard. Alliecat, he was huge! It was amazing. He just pounded into me and I came so hard..."

"So what happens now? And don't ever call me Alliecat in front of Greg," Cameron said with a smile.

Hilary shrugged. "He goes back to Princeton in about an hour. Jeeves is driving him. Damn! I mean Bennings!" She shook her head. "Anyway, once he's done in Princeton, he's flying out to Asheville. I'm going to get Maria to help him find a place to live."

"So are you two friends with benefits now?"

Hilary sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest. She wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knees. "I honestly don't know. I just-"

"Zip," Cameron said softly.

Hilary looked over her shoulder. Wilson walked across the grass toward them. Cameron gathered up her medical journal, glass and towel. She stood and smiled at Wilson.

"Have a safe trip," she told him as she passed him.

"Uh, thanks," he responded with a slight frown. He stopped beside Hilary and shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

Hilary shaded her eyes and looked up at him. "When are you leaving?" she asked trying to sound nonchalant and failing miserably.

"Soon," he told her. "I want to ask you something."

She nodded. "What?"

He swallowed nervously and looked around. "Would you like to come with me to Princeton?"

"Do you want me to come with you?"

He nodded.

"Are we still just friends?" she asked.

"Are we?" he asked looking directly at her.

She sighed. "Yes and no."

Wilson looked at her in confusion. She patted the lounger and he sat on the edge.

"I think….." she began and then blew out her breath in frustration.

"We could be more than friends?" he asked. "We could have a real relationship?"

"Yeah."

"Does that scare you?"

"Does that scare you?" she asked.

"A little. I've never met anyone who makes me feel the way you do," he told her.

"With Rick it was different," she told him. "But I really feel like we could have something good and permanent."

He nodded. "So do I."

Hilary smiled. "Then I guess I'm going to Princeton with you."

Wilson leaned forward and kissed her.

House found Cameron making their bed and leaned against the doorway. "Hilary went back to Princeton with Wilson and Cuddy."

Cameron paused and looked at him. "What? Seriously?"

"Yep. They just left."

"Oh, well good."

"Is it? You know they screwed each others' brains out, right?"

Cameron giggled. "Yeah, she told me."

"And Wilson told me. God...he's such a drama queen. Is this our life now? Dealing with their drama?"

"'Fraid so."

She stood upright and smiled at him. "So, what are you up to?"

"Nothing. I was just about to go to the kitchen to have a snack but now that you're here," he said, giving her his naughty grin, "plans have changed."

"Oh no, I'm not messing up this bed…."

"Who says we have to mess it up?" he asked as he advanced towards her, closing the door behind him and locking it.

"Because I know you and your penchant for ripping up the sheets, as it were."

He reached for her and pulled her against him. "You say that like it's a bad thing. Come on, Cameron," he whispered against her lips. "I know you like Afternoon Delight. That sleep lab at PPTH never saw so much action. Or the janitor's closets."

Cameron laughed. "I knew it! You were jealous!"

He nuzzled her neck and kissed behind her ear. "So what if I was?"

"Mission accomplished," she giggled again as he growled and started walking with her toward the bed.

"House…"

He stopped and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing I'm just not feeling this right now. Too much on my mind I guess."

"Like what?"

"Where we're going to live, for starters."

"Well, that depends. You want a house as opposed to an apartment or condo, right?"

"Preferably."

"Then we'll go online later and see what we can find, then go down and look at them in person. We have lots of time, Cameron. The hospital isn't ready for at least another couple of months. And that being said, what about our wedding? You haven't said anything about that. It begs the question why. Usually women go apeshit and buy every bridal magazine in the store, yet you've been reading medical journals instead."

"Excuse me for not going ballistic over the word 'wedding'. I didn't think we were rushing into it. Planning a wedding takes time, and right now I'd rather concentrate on where we're going to live and the new hospital. Is that a crime?"

"No, I just thought you might've been a little more excited," he said, looking sullen.

Cameron rolled her eyes. "I am excited. I want to marry you more than anything."

"But…"

"No but, I'd just rather get our living and career details settled first." She placed her hands on his chest and slid them up to link around his neck. "Admit it, you're looking forward to the new hospital too. Choosing your own cases, your own team, no clinic duty, being on the hiring committee. It's everything you could ever want. We can get married when the dust settles." She leaned up and placed a soft kiss on his lips. Then another. "House…"

He smiled down at her and returned her kisses with more enthusiasm. Before they realized it, they had undressed each other and were falling breathlessly onto the bed.

"So much for my nicely made bed," she giggled as she rolled on top of him.

"You'll just have to make it again."

"And you're going to help me."

"Mommmm," he whined, then his whine turned into a soft groan as she shoved his T-shirt up and raked her nails over his nipples.

"Such a big baby," she teased as she kissed her way down his stomach, following the trail that led down to his jeans, which she quickly unbuttoned.

"You've got the big part right," he leered as he made his cock twitch inside his shorts.

Cameron released him from his shorts and placed kisses along his shaft before taking him into her warm, wet mouth, swirling her tongue over the tip and making him groan loud enough to wake the dead. He wanted to watch, he really did, but the sensations flowing through him made it that much more difficult. All he could do was close his eyes and fall back against the mattress.

Cameron had skills, that was for sure, and he couldn't help thrusting into her mouth. She took all of him, increasing her speed, stopping every so often to kiss and lick him like a popsicle.

He was close; so close. Then every muscle in his body clenched and he moaned loudly. He could feel his cock pulsing and her mouth moving in time with each pulse. Intense waves of pleasure pounded over him. He twisted the sheet in his hands and gasped for air.

"Oh, Jesus, Allison!" he shouted.

Slowly each muscle relaxed and the waves slowed leaving him limp and gasping for air. Cameron slid up his sweat covered body until she lay on top of him. She kissed and sucked his neck. He licked his lips and sighed. Lifting one hand, he lazily stroked her back. She slid down him a bit and rested her head on his chest. His breathing and heart rate returned to normal and he shivered slightly as the cool air dried the sweat covering him. Cameron rolled off him and pulled the sheet over them. She pressed against his side, sliding her leg between his. Resting her head on his shoulder, she draped one arm across his chest. He shifted and wrapped one arm around her pulling her closer.

"Are you going to get all screechy and angry if I go to sleep?" he yawned.

He felt her smile. "No. I'm too sleepy. Too much sun and exercise," she joked softly.

His eyes slowly closed and he drifted off to sleep.

Wilson parked outside his hotel. Hilary looked at him in surprise.

"Seriously?" she asked anger adding an edge to her voice. "Are we going to have a quickie and then you dump me?"

Wilson frowned as he turned the car off. "What? No. I live here."

Hilary folded her arms and looked at him in disbelief.

"I do," he told her. "When my wife left me, I stayed with House for a while then I moved in here. I never got around to getting an apartment."

Hilary slumped in her seat. She unfolded her arms and rubbed her hands up and down her thighs. "Sorry. Old habits die hard."

He nodded. "Yeah, they do. It won't take long here. I just need to pack up my clothes and settle my bill. Then we'll head over to the hospital and pack up my office."

She turned and smiled at him. "Okay."

They spent the rest of the day packing up Wilson's things. As Wilson walked out with the last box, he asked Hilary to go check on Cuddy. Hilary nodded and headed up to her hospital room. Cuddy lay in bed hooked up to several IVs and monitors. She was pale but alert.

"Where's Wilson?" she asked Hilary.

"Taking some boxes out to his car. How are you feeling?"

"Weak. The withdrawal is terrible. I don't know how House stood it. The lab discovered heroin and benzodiazepine in my system," she said.

"What is benzodiazepine?"

"It basically calms you down. He used it to bring me down from the heroin," Cuddy told her.

"Did you get your job back?"

"Yes. Once the board knew the truth, they reinstated me," Cuddy replied. "The state attorney came to see me earlier. Will you tell Wilson that Greyson will appear before the grand jury next week? Maybe you can tell House and Cameron, too?"

"What are they charging him with?" Hilary asked her. "I mean besides being a lying douche."

Cuddy laughed softly. "Attempted murder, intent to distribute, trespassing, possession of controlled substances, and possession of child porn. They found it on his computer."

Hilary's face twisted in disgust. "Ewwww."

Cuddy shuddered. "I know. I'm going to testify and so is his friend, Lucas Douglas. He tried to get Lucas to dose me but he refused. A nurse here did it. He cut a deal for a shorter sentence in exchange for his testimony."

"I hope they put that disgusting sack of shit under the jail."

Cuddy nodded. "Me, too," she said. She smiled. "Well, good luck in North Carolina."

"Thanks," Hilary smiled. "I'm glad you're going to be okay."

"So am I," Cuddy sighed.

Hilary left the hospital room and walked down to Wilson's car. He had the trunk open and was arranging boxes in it. She peered in and then looked at him.

"Well, Doctor Cuddy is doing okay," she told him. "The state attorney came to see her and Greyson is being charged with attempted murder, intent to distribute, trespassing, possession of drugs, and possession of child porn. He is just one sick, twisted perv. Oh, and she said they found heroin and benzo..benzo…"

"Benzodiazepine," Wilson said. "The combo nearly killed her." He shut the trunk. Wiping his forehead, he leaned against the back of the car. "Child porn?" he asked in shock.

"I know. He's probably a pedophile. Come to think of it, most of the girls he dated seemed awfully young."

"House is going to hit the roof when he hears about all this," Wilson told her. "He'll tolerate a lot but not child pornagraphy or pedophiles. He thinks the age gap between him and Cameron is pushing it."

"Yeah, but they're so happy together and she isn't a teenager."

"House would never be involved with a teenager," Wilson told her. "And believe me, he could have been. The daughter of a clinic patient stalked him for a while. She was seventeen and House enjoyed torturing Cuddy about her. He didn't encourage the girl, though. House likes women closer to his own age."

"Some men do," she replied.

"Okay," he sighed. "I returned my keys and badge to HR so we're done. Do you want to stop and have dinner on the way back?"

"That sounds good," Hilary replied as they walked to the front of the car. She opened the passenger door and got in.

They stopped at a diner where they ate dinner before continuing on. It was dark when they arrived at the estate.

"Just leave everything in the car," Hilary told him as they got out. "Bennings will make sure it all gets shipped to Asheville."

Wilson took her hand as they entered the house. "All this is going to take some getting used to," he told her.

"You'll acclimate," she smiled.

They stopped at the foot of the stairs. Hilary looked up and then across at him. "Your room or mine?" she asked.

"Yours," he told her with a smile.