A/N: Thanks as always for the awesome reviews. In case some of you wondered about the significance of 11 roses, it's a sign of total devotion, whereas a dozen is like House asking Cameron to go steady with him, and they were long past that stage LOL. Also, the poem he sent her was "A Red, Red Rose" by Robbie Burns.

Chapter Seventeen

Cameron was staring at the floor but her head shot up at the question.

"Of course!"

House let out the breath he didn't even know he was holding. "No more secrets."

"You said that before," she pointed out.

"But it was a good secret," he said, grinning slightly. "Admit it. You're happy the procedure worked."

"And if it stops working?"

"Then we're no worse off than we were before. The only thing that will change is I won't be able to screw you senseless against a wall anymore."

Cameron gave him a shy smile. "You haven't done that in a while."

He returned her smile with one of his sexy, mischievous ones. "Which? Screwed you senseless or screwed you against a wall?"

She was still smiling at him. "Against the wall."

"Well," he said as he continued to leer at her, "the night is young."

"It's been a long day, House," she said with a heavy sigh, "and I'm exhausted. Why don't we talk tomorrow?"

He didn't want her to go, not after they seemed to finally be getting somewhere, but he didn't want to push his luck, either.

"Okay."

"G'night," she said softly before quickly slipping out of the room.

The rain and the thunder kept House awake. He had his window open a crack because his room became stuffy but that only made the rain seem louder. His thoughts turned to Cameron and he wondered if she was still awake. Probably, since big storms spooked her and this was certainly a big one. Realizing he wasn't going to fall asleep anytime soon, and that it was technically "tomorrow", he got up and went to Cameron's room.

She jumped when she heard the knock. "Who's there?"

"It's House."

Cameron opened the door to let him in. He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her with all the passion he could muster.

"What the…"

"It's technically tomorrow," he murmured against her lips. "You said we could talk…"

"This isn't talking," she giggled as they landed on her bed and he quickly pinned her hands down against the mattress as he straddled her.

"It's a better way of talking," he said as he leaned down to kiss the sensitive area behind her left ear. A soft moan escaped her and she tilted her neck inviting more kisses. He complied by sucking and biting the smooth skin of her throat. Releasing her hands, he ran his hands down her body and pulled her shorts and panties off. She pushed his pajama bottoms off and wrapped her legs around his waist. She stroked the smooth muscles of his back while sighing his name. He gave the quickly reddening spot on her neck a final lick and rose up to look at her.

"Wall," she moaned. "Now."

He pushed off her and picked her up. She looped her arms around his neck and kissed a trail from his throat to the end of his jaw. He set her on her feet and pulled her camisole over her head before pulling his own shirt off. Bending his head, he circled one taut nipple with his tongue while kneading the firm curves of her ass. Her hands slipped between them and she grasped his cock in both hands. His fingers dug into her smooth skin as she stroked him and massaged his balls. Without meaning to, he bit her breast and she cried out. He licked and sucked the sore spot before kissing his way up to her mouth. Their tongues tangled as she wrapped one leg around him and he lifted her up. He plunged into her and lifted her other leg so both encircled his waist. Bracing his feet, he pumped into her. The feel of her hot, slick muscles sliding against the hard length of his cock made them both groan. Her hands gripped his shoulders. He could feel her nails digging into the skin and muscles. She thrust against him trying to match his rhythm so he slowed until they moved in unison. Her eyes were closed, her face contorted in ecstasy and her skin bloomed with color. Sweat dampened her hair and coated both of them.

"Oh, Greg," she moaned.

He pumped harder and slid one hand between them to rub her swollen clit. She jerked against him and cried out as her inner muscles rippled and clamped down on him. Thrashing against the wall, she screamed his name. He tightened his hold on her and thrust faster. Then he threw his head back and shouted her name as his own orgasm thundered through him. Every muscle in his body tightened and he felt his cock pulsing in her as he came hard and fast. She held him close until he relaxed in her arms. She allowed her legs to drop to the floor as he went soft and slid out of her. Slowly, she pushed him back toward the bed. He sat down and pulled her down next to him. Kissing her deeply, he stroked her hair.

"Ketamine is good," she sighed against his mouth.

He maneuvered her until she was lying on the bed and he stretched out next to her. Pulling her close, he kissed her again.

"Forgive me?" he whispered.

"Just don't keep anything else from me."

He nodded. "I won't."

She stroked his chest. "Then all is forgiven."

He smiled and she ran her fingers along his lips.

"Sleep now," she told him.

His eyes closed and she settled more comfortably in his arms. The storm continued to rage outside but she fell asleep feeling safe and happy.

Cameron awoke the next day to bright sunlight streaming in through the windows. She pushed herself up and looked at the empty space beside her. Flipping back the covers, she got out of bed and went into the bathroom. House lay back in the large tub, eyes closed as the jets pulsed against him. Leaning over him, she kissed his forehead. His eyes opened and he looked up at her.

"Afternoon, sleepy head," he teased.

She frowned slightly. "What time is it?"

"When I finished my workout it was about 12:30. So, I imagine it's well after one. I guess I wore you out last night," he smirked.

She laughed. "Oh, you did." She disappeared into the smaller room with the toilet. When she emerged, she got into the tub with him. He flicked some water at her.

"What's that for?" she asked as she flicked some back at him.

"Just getting you nice and wet so you can get clean," he laughed.

"How's your leg today? You got quite a workout last night."

"Still pain free. But I am too tired from my workout today to have sex with you. So, too bad for you."

"Oh, there are other ways to have fun without having sex," she informed him with a saucy grin.

"Is that so?"

"Yep. I think we should head down to Asheville and start planning the wedding. You know, get our registry started, find a location, pick out flowers, linens, centerpieces-"

"Bah! Stop!" he groaned as he put his hands over his ears. "Let's just elope."

Cameron glided forward and pulled his hands away from his ears. "Sounds good to me," she said and then kissed him.

He pulled back and looked at her with wide eyes. "Seriously?"

She nodded. "Seriously. There's a hotel just outside Asheville where we can get married. It's called The Grove Park Inn . There's a stone terrace that overlooks the mountains. Perfect for a small civil ceremony. We can have Dad, Hilary, Wilson, and Bennings. We can get married and then have dinner there. Nothing fancy or over the top."

"Works for me," he told her and then kissed her. She sank down on top of him but he playfully pushed her away. "No sex, you wanton hussy."

She sat back and narrowed her eyes at him. Slowly, she rose and water slid down between her breasts and beaded in the narrow strip of curls between her legs. She lifted one leg over the edge of the tub and then the other. Sauntering over to the stack of towels, she picked one up and began to slowly dry herself. House bit back a groan as he watched her. His cock sprang to attention and she walked back to the tub. Looking down, she laughed.

"Good luck with that," she told him with a sweet smile. She turned and sashayed out of the bathroom. House groaned and sank beneath the water.

House found Cameron on the phone in the kitchen later that afternoon. She smiled at him and continued her conversation. He opened the large refrigerator and pulled out a plate piled with roast beef. He put it on the counter, grabbed bread, lettuce, sliced tomatoes, mayonnaise and mustard. Once he made two sandwiches, he put everything back and grabbed two bottles of root beer. Cameron hung the phone up and joined him at the island.

"Everything is set. I reserved a couple tables at the terrace restaurant for August 16. A local judge will perform the ceremony and then we'll have a nice dinner. The pastry chef at the hotel is making us a small cake," she told him between bites of her sandwich.

"See," he told her. "This is one of the reasons I hired you. You get things done."

"What does she get done?" Hilary asked as she and Wilson walked into the kitchen. "I take it you two made up?"

"We did," House nodded.

"We're getting married on August 16 at The Grove Park Inn," Cameron told them. "Just a small ceremony followed by dinner. You're my matron of honor, by the way."

Hilary nodded and smiled. "So long as I don't have to wear some hideous dress," she replied.

"Nope," Cameron smiled. "Just something pretty."

Wilson looked pointedly at House.

"Best man," House said around a mouthful of sandwich nodding at him.

"Gee, thanks," Wilson said.

"Are you going to wear a wedding dress?" Hilary asked.

"I hadn't really thought about it, but maybe something simple," House responded with a grin.

"Ha, ha," Hilary told him. "I meant Allison."

House nodded. "Yeah, I suppose she could wear one, too."

"Yes," Cameron said with a laugh. "But, like Greg said, something simple. Maybe a tea length dress in blush or blue."

"We need to go to Kleinfeld's and find something," Hilary said excitedly.

"Well, I thought I'd look through GG's clothes. She has some really gorgeous dresses she wore back in the fifties," Cameron replied. "I'd rather see if I can wear something of hers."

Hilary nodded. "I did love wearing her dress at my wedding."

House stood up. "I'll leave you two to all this girly talk. Wilson," he said pointing toward the entrance of the kitchen. "Come on. I feel like beating your ass at a game of pool."

"Huh," Hilary told him. "Good luck. James is good."

"Maybe, but at least I don't have to worry about being seduced on a pool table when I win," he said with wide grin, causing Hilary to blush as red as her shirt and Cameron to shake her head and smack her forehead with her hand.

With the men gone, Hilary narrowed her eyes at her sister, causing Cameron to laugh. "What? I didn't say anything. If you're going to be mad, be mad at Wilson. In the meantime, help me find something of GG's that's wedding worthy. We need to start packing her things anyway."

Hilary's lip quivered but she held herself together. "I don't want to…"

"Neither do I, but it has to be done, and you know Dad won't do it. I'm sure as hell not leaving it to the staff, except maybe Bennings, but he's got enough to do. So let's go and get it over with, then we'll never have to do it again. We can kill two birds with one stone if we find something for my wedding in the process."