A/N: Only one more chapter after this one! Enjoy!
Chapter Twenty-One
Cameron felt House's hand as it slid up the length of her body and came to rest on her breast. She placed her hand over his and stirred. "What time is it?"
"Time to get up, Dr. House."
"Mmm..now?" she whined and covered her head with her pillow. She slept so soundly that it seemed like hardly any time passed.
"I think we can take a little time before we fully wake up," he whispered in her ear as his hand slid over her stomach next and then lower. "Breakfast is on its way up."
"Then we better make this quick."
He laughed as his fingers found her nub. He began to stroke her and felt it swell beneath his fingers. He was already hard and she tugged him until he laid on top of her. She wrapped her legs around him as he plunged into her. As he began to move, color bloomed on her skin and tiny drops of sweat appeared. When she arched up to kiss him. her fingers dug into the muscles of his ass, pushing him even deeper.
"Harder," she panted as she broke the kiss. "Faster."
He pulled out and she mewled in protest. Rising up on his knees, he grabbed her legs, lifted her hips off the bed and slammed into her. Her hands gripped the sheets as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pounded into her, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside her each time. Her eyes flew open, her mouth formed a tiny "O" and then she arched her back. She screamed his name as she came, her warm juices coating his cock. His legs trembled as he continued to thrust into her. Finally, his own orgasm exploded over him and he moaned her name. His hands tightened on her legs as pleasure spiraled through him. Then, slowly, it ebbed away and he fell to one side, panting. They lay on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs as they caught their breath. Slowly, she sat up and pulled her legs from his sweat slicked body. She stretched out beside him and ran her hand over his chest as she kissed him. He reached up and loosened her hair. Two braids fell over them and he pulled the bands off the ends of them. She rolled onto her back and smiled up at him as he unbraided her hair. Soon it was a mass of golden waves spilling over her and the bed.
"You are so beautiful," he whispered as he kissed her softly.
"So are you," she told him as she stroked his face and smiled into his eyes.
"I think you need to put on your glasses," he scoffed playfully.
She shook her head. "Nope. You are beautiful. Beautiful, smart, funny, sexy, and mine."
"Women are beautiful, not men."
"The person you are makes you beautiful," she told him.
He smiled and kissed her again. Suddenly, her stomach growled loudly. House slid down and kissed her belly then patted it.
"Okay, got the message," he smirked. "I'll feed you then we have a flight to catch."
He bounced off the bed and headed into the bathroom. When he emerged a couple minutes later, he wore a thick white terry cloth robe. He went to the door, opened it and removed the Do Not Disturb sign as Cameron stretched lazily. "You are insatiable," he told her as he watched her.
"Only with you," she smiled as she got up and sauntered past him. He lightly smacked her ass and she squealed then scampered to the bathroom. He heard the water start and someone knocked at the door. He looked longingly in the direction of the bathroom.
"Damn," he said as he went to the door.
He stood back as the waiter rolled the cart in with their breakfast. House signed the slip and included a sizable tip. The young man thanked him and left.
"Better get out here fast," House called out as he lifted the cloches off their meals. "I'm really hungry!"
Cameron appeared with wet hair wearing a robe identical to his. He pushed the cart over to the bed and arranged the plates so they were side by side. Cameron climbed onto the bed next to him and grabbed a warm biscuit. She split it open, spooned honey over it and bit into it. Within seconds, she devoured it. As she licked honey from her fingers, she slid a longing glance at House's biscuit. He looked at her with wide eyes and put one arm hand protectively around his own plate.
"Mine," he said.
She laughed and poured coffee for both of them. "It's your fault I'm starving," she told him as she added sugar to his cup. "I burned a massive amount of calories."
He picked up his own biscuit. Splitting it open, he slathered it with butter and crammed it into his mouth. "So did I," he mumbled as he chewed.
Cameron pushed his coffee toward him and dug into her Eggs Benedict. "So why are we taking a commercial flight?' she asked between bites.
He looked at her and then sipped his coffee.
"Greg?" she persisted. "Why are we taking a commercial flight? You said we have a flight to catch."
He picked up his bacon and ate it. "We do."
"House! Are we taking a commercial flight or one of the jets?"
He smiled at her and continued to eat his breakfast.
"Fine," she pouted.
He leaned close and his breath ghosted over her cheek and ear causing her to shiver. "It's a surprise," he whispered. "So eat up."
Turning her head, she kissed him. "Okay."
Bennings drove them to the local airport where the Langston's Gulfstream G550 awaited them, and they were whisked through security and out onto the tarmac.
They climbed the steps up to the plane where the pilot and the attendant waited and congratulated them.
"Some champagne before take-off?"
The attendant, whose name was JoAnn, held out a tray with two champagne flutes, and then placed some peanuts on their tray. "Buckle up and enjoy your flight. If you need anything, just press the call button." And then she was gone, leaving them alone in the cabin.
"Well, this is interesting," House said as he clinked his glass against hers.
"What?"
"I could definitely get used to this."
"You certainly seem to be fitting in just fine. And Dad adores you."
She noticed he was fidgeting with his wedding ring and chuckled. "Takes some getting used to, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. I've never worn any kind of jewelry in my life, other than watches."
"That will be the only ring you wear, pal," she giggled as she took a long sip of the champagne. "Damn I think I'm getting a buzz already."
"All the better to seduce you, Dr. House," he said with a comical leer.
"Are you a member of the Mile High Club?" she laughed.
"Yes. Are you?"
"No, but I'm sure you'll rectify that soon enough."
"Damn right I will," he leered as he grabbed the bottle nearby and filled her glass again. "So drink up. It's a long flight to London."
Her eyes widened. "We're going to London?"
"For a few days."
"There's more?"
"Paris, Venice, Greece and then maybe Switzerland if we have time after being in Germany."
"Oh my God…"
"Does that meet with your approval?" he asked with a satisfied smirk.
"You're going to spoil me."
"You say that like it's a bad thing. I've lived like a miser for a long time, as you know. Seeing the way you lived, and knowing that I can keep us in that lifestyle, I've been doing a bit of soul searching, and making calls to my accountant. We can live very well. You'll never need or want for anything, I promise."
Her eyes glistened with un-shed tears and he rolled his eyes. "Oh God what? What did I say?"
"You think I want you to change your ways?"
"No, I want to change. We're going to be running Langston Memorial, and running a department. We should look the part at least. Besides, my Dodge is on its last legs," he chuckled. "I need something fun. Not a Ferrari like GreyDouche, but something that won't cost me a fortune in gas, either. So whatever house we find, it has to have at least a two or three car garage."
"I've been looking and I've narrowed it down to a few. We can check them out when we get back in town if they're still available."
House leaned over and kissed her softly. "Sounds like a plan, wife."
She smiled against his lips. "Yes it does, husband."
Once the plane was in the air and the seatbelt signs were turned off, House got up to use the bathroom. It was twice the size of a regular airplane lavatory, and for that he was grateful. He never liked using them as a rule.
While he was in there, he could hear the attendant, JoAnn, talking to the pilot.
"And he's so much older than her. It's sick. Don't you think it's sick?"
"You better watch what you say about Miss Allison," the pilot warned her. "I wouldn't wanna mess with her Dad, who, may I add, is your employer. And besides, Dr. House seems like a decent guy. Age is just a number, anyway."
"He's old enough to be her father!"
"Hardly. Now go back to your little kitchen and make yourself useful."
House waited until she left before he exited the bathroom and took his seat next to Cameron. His jaw was set and she wondered what was going on.
"House?" she asked as she placed her hand on his arm.
He turned to her. "Do you think I'm too old for you?"
She looked surprised by the statement. "You're asking me this now? We've been married less than twenty-four hours."
"It's a valid question."
"Then here's a valid answer. No. I never thought that. What brought this on?"
"I...overheard the flight attendant talking. She thinks I'm too old for you."
Cameron glanced back at JoAnn who was in the galley kitchen getting their in-flight meal ready. "Oh she does, does she? Well so what? She's not paid to think."
Then she smiled at him and placed her hand on his cheek. He leaned into her touch and closed his eyes.
"Don't listen to people like that," she said, her voice soft. "They don't know us. Well, they know me but...they don't know us. Besides, older men are hot," she said with a sexy grin and let her hand trail down his chest to his lap. He felt his cock immediately spring to attention and she pulled him closer for a long kiss, letting her tongue slip into his mouth.
"The bathroom is huge," he murmured against her lips.
"Yes it is. Want a tour of the private room?"
He arched an eyebrow. "There's a private room?"
"Mhm," she nodded as she unbuckled her seat belt. "Follow me."
He followed her down the aisle to a door labeled Private where she unlocked a door to reveal a bedroom.
"I'll be serving the meal in just a few minutes," JoAnn told them, her voice dripping with contempt as she looked at House. He stepped forward, perfectly ready to rip her a new one but Cameron stepped in between them.
"You'll serve it when we're ready to eat it. Cool your jets. Go back to your Home and Garden magazine. We're going to be a while."