A/N: We're going to be posting more frequently now, so enjoy :) Here's a steamy sex scene you've all been waiting for. Thanks for reading! Hughville and I will be working together on a story for NaNoWriMo next month so please be patient. Although I might post a little something in the meantime to keep you entertained. I'm working on a House/The Night Manager smutty crossover as we speak. So stay tuned for that little gem LOL.

Chapter Five

House sat in the sand and watched Cameron try to get a crab to snap onto the stick she held out. His withdrawal symptoms were gone and Cameron prescribed him Amitriptyline. He balked at first but found the antidepressant worked very well. His leg was still tender but the mind-numbing pain was gone. Looking out over the Gulf, he saw a pile of greenish-black clouds blocking out the sunset and heading toward the small island.

"Cameron?" he called out. "Did Job say anything about a storm?"

She dropped the stick and walked over to him. She wore a blue string bikini and her skin was now a warm golden brown. Even her hair was lighter, which House liked. He dug his bare toes in the sand and used his cane to point out the clouds building on the horizon.

"That looks bad," she said. "We should head back. Storms like that always cause the park to lose power. I need to go into town and get supplies."

As they walked back to the house hand in hand, they saw Tim walking down the road pulling a cart loaded with supplies. House still didn't entirely trust the other man but he made an effort to treat him with a modicum of civility.

"Brought you two supplies for the storm," Tim told them as they met up. "It's just a bad thunderstorm but we'll probably lose power."

"Great," House sighed. "We'll be sweating like whores in church without those so-called air conditioners."

Cameron giggled and gave House a light smack to the chest. "What do you know about church?"

He grinned proudly. "I know about whores. That's good enough for me."

She laughed again and shook her head, grateful that he seemed to be back to his old self.

"If the road floods, you may be stuck here longer," Tim told them. "I'll unload the supplies."

House went into inside and looked for his cell phone. He needed to charge it before the storm hit. He heard Cameron and Job laughing and his gut tightened. That hallucination seemed too real. Of course, so did the one about Cuddy. Maybe he was still hallucinating. He wandered out to the living room and watched the storm approach. Streaks of lightning zigged and zagged from the clouds. Though it was early afternoon, it soon became dark. Thunder rumbled causing the windows to rattle. The rain arrived next. The wind caused it to fly sideways and soon visibility was limited to the small front yard. A tremendous boom sounded and the lights went out.

Cameron walked in and sat down beside him. The room was still relatively cool but they knew that wouldn't last long. Even with the torrential rain pounding the cottage, House knew it was hot outside and would soon be hot inside.

"So," he said to her as they watched the rain, "what now? Do we just sit here and wait to be swept away by this monsoon?"

Cameron switched on a battery operated lamp that sat on the coffee table. It lit up the room piercing the darkness that gathered in the corners.

"We used to play board games," she told him. "I brought some books…"

"Orrr...we could have sex."

Cameron looked at him in surprise. He looked back at her.

"I think all my equipment is functioning again," he said looking away. There was no way he would tell her about his erotic Cuddy hallucination. "We could test things out."

Cameron stood and held out her hand. He looked at it and then allowed her to help him stand. Holding his hand, she led him into the bedroom. It was quite stuffy, however. "It's too hot in here, and will be even worse soon. We should go back into the living room, at least it's a few degrees cooler."

"Good point. And the couch does make into a bed," Cameron said with a nod and led him back into the living room where she pulled out the sofa bed. There were already sheets and blankets on it, and House grabbed a couple of pillows from the hall closet.

"I'm suddenly nervous now," she said as they stood facing each other. House tilted his head to one side.

"Not as nervous as me, I'm sure. Remember what happened the last time?"

She gently touched his face and he leaned into it. "And I told you it wasn't a big deal, because it isn't."

"I'm sure Hand Job has no problem getting it up," House mumbled.

"From what I've heard, the reverse is true. His nicknames were "Minute-Man" and "Mister Five Minutes."

House grinned. "Like the song?"

Cameron giggled. "Yes. So don't worry about it. It's the journey, not the destination, that matters."

That did make him feel better, and as Cameron kissed him, he felt himself rise to the occasion with the thought that he would give her the journey she'd never forget. He wrapped his arms around her to draw her closer and she wrapped her arms around his neck. As her fingers played with his greying hair, he guided her onto the bed and they stretched out, facing each other as they lazily kissed and explored each other at their leisure.

"I could just lie like this all night," he whispered as his hand made its way over her smooth stomach.

"Me too. I just wish we had a fan or something. It's already really hot in here."

"You've got too many clothes on, that's why," he said as he tugged on the ties of her bikini top and tossed it over his shoulder.

"I was just saying the same about you," she said and began to remove his swimming trunks. Her bikini bottom joined the rest of their swimwear on the floor.

Their skin was already damp with perspiration, but neither of them seemed to notice. They were much too interested in each other than to care how sweaty they were becoming.

"Mm...Greg," Cameron moaned when he took one of her nipples into his warm mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

Hearing her say his name did things to him that he didn't expect and he found himself bucking against her groin so she could see just how aroused he was.

"Mmmm..yessss," she moaned each time he did that.

"Definitely not a fourteen-year-old boy," he whispered as his fingers traced an invisible pattern down the length of her body. She gasped when his finger trailed down and slid in between her wet folds. "Have you always been wet like this for me?"

Cameron bit her lip and nodded. "Remember the fundraiser? Your reaction to seeing me in my dress damn near made me need to change my underwear."

House laughed as he continued to tease her. "You have no idea how much I wanted to kick the guys out and fuck you in that red dress right there on the conference table."

"You have no idea how easily I would have let you." Her hand slid down and gripped his very impressive erection. "Especially if I knew you were packing this inside that tux."

House groaned and closed his eyes as she gripped him firmly. "Do you...unnghh...do you…"

"What?" she panted

"Oh, to hell with it," he said as he flipped her onto her back and his cock teased her slick entrance.

Cameron groaned with pleasure when House began making love to her. His strokes were slow and purposeful as their lips found each other's.

"Yes…" she sighed against his lips as her legs wrapped around his waist. "Take me...harder…"

House increased his speed and power, and the sofa bed began to squeak with each thrust, causing him to chuckle.

"What?" Cameron asked, a blissful smile on her face as she looked dreamily up at him.

"The bed."

She laughed. "It's like bad porn but I don't care...fuck me, House...God...I've always wanted to say that…"

He laughed and shook his head. "Well, I can't deny you that, so…" He carried on, thankful he was even able to make love to her the way she deserved, and she was clearly enjoying herself.

He could feel her thrusting back against him, her orgasm reaching its end and his was fast approaching. He grabbed her hands for leverage and gave a few final hard thrusts until he was spent, and collapsed against her.

Her fingers played with his sweaty hair at the nape of his neck and she sighed. "That was...incredible."

All House did was nod before he summoned enough strength to roll off of her and onto his back. Both of them were drenched in sweat from their tryst. "I need a shower," he mumbled.

"How about a cool bath? I could join you," she said as she smiled at him.

"Sounds good. Let's go."