Chapter Six

House lay in bed, listening to the wind while Cameron slept next to him. He could hear branches breaking and falling. Cameron stirred and rolled over, flinging her arm across his stomach as she settled back into sleep. He gently stroked her arm as he watched her sleep until she stirred again and opened one eye.

"Can't sleep?" she asked.

"You'd think that wind would lay off for just five minutes?" he grumbled.

Cameron giggled. "No such luck."

"I've never heard wind howl like that. It's like something out of a horror movie."

"Just try and get some sleep."

"It's too hot," he whined.

The sound of a loud crash made them both sit up in bed.

"What the fuck was that?" House asked.

"A tree probably fell. I think we should get dressed. Just in case."

"Just in case of what?" House asked as they turned on their flashlights and got dressed. "In case this shack blows away?"

Cameron went into the small kitchen and got them each a bottle of water. "This 'shack' has weathered many hurricanes. One bad thunderstorm isn't going to hurt it."

They settled on the couch to watch the lightning and listen to the thunder and wind.

Finally, around dawn, the storm passed over on its way inland and the sky turned a pearly shade of blue. Cameron stretched and stood.

"We should go see how what caused that crash," she told House.

He looked around. "Where's my cane?"

Cameron found it on the floor outside the bedroom and handed it to him.

"If the road washed out, we may have to stay longer. Is that a problem?"

He widened his eyes. "You mean we'll get to spend more time with no power and the prehistoric flying roaches? That thrills me beyond belief."

She shook her head and they went outside. Their rental car was smashed beneath a mangrove tree. Limbs and debris covered the small yard. The sun rose behind them and the sky turned an intense shade of blue. Even though it was early in the day, the heat was oppressive.

"Guess we're staying," Cameron sighed.

"Ally?" Tim called out as he made his way to them. "You two okay?"

"Yeah," House assured him as he held Cameron close.

Tim looked at their car. "Sorry about your car."

Cameron sighed. "I guess we'll be here a while."

"Not unless you want to be," Time told them. "You can leave with some of the volunteers. They'll be here soon."

"I want to go home," Cameron told House.

"Me, too. I've had enough of Florida."

Wilson picked them up at the airport, and he looked House over carefully.

"I am off the Vicodin and also got a nice tan," House told him. "Uh, the rental car company will be calling you."

"What did you do? I haven't rented a car!"

House grinned slightly as he got in the car. "Apparently you did and it got smashed by a tree. You really should have shelled out some money for the extra insurance."

Wilson ground his teeth and emitted a low growl.

"I've already cleared up everything with the car," Cameron told Wilson from the back seat. "The Act of God clause was quite helpful in this case."

Wilson glanced at her in the rear view mirror. "Thanks."

"So what now?" House asked Cameron as he turned to look at her.

"What do you want to do?"

"We should probably talk," he said.

Cameron smirked. "I know what your brand of talking involves."

House grinned at her but didn't say anything more until Wilson dropped Cameron off at her place. She grabbed her stuff and then went over to House's window. "Well, are we going to talk?"

Wilson rolled his eyes when House hurried to unbuckle his seat belt and grabbed his bag out of the trunk.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow," he said and then drove off.

House followed Cameron eagerly into the building and once they were safely inside her apartment, he backed her up against the back of the door and kissed the breath out of her.

"House...Greg…"

"Mhm?" he murmured as his lips found their way down her neck while his hands slid underneath her shirt.

"I thought we were going...ahhh….to talk."

"We can talk about how I'm going to rip up your carpet. And by ripping up your carpet I mean…"

Cameron crashed her lips against his again as she began to pull him in the direction of her bedroom. "I get it."

"Thank God. Having to explain kind of spoils it…"

"House.."

"Yeah?"

"Shut up," she growled as she pulled him onto her bed with her. He moved on top of her and immediately returned to removing her clothing while she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. "God...get them off…"

He wasn't sure if she was talking about her pants or his but just in case, he tugged hers off and quickly struggled out of his, kicking them aside as she straddled him and placed her hands on his chest.

"I've been thinking about this all day," she said as she sank down on his very hard cock and threw her head back.

"Good..now no more talking...unless it's to scream out my name," he said as he bucked his hips up.

Cameron began moving faster. House gripped her hips so hard she knew would have bruises but she didn't care. It felt so good and so intense. Where he got the energy, she didn't know, but she wasn't going to question it. When House opened his eyes and stared intensely back at her, with that sexy grin, that was when she lost it and cried out his name as her orgasm rocked her whole body, causing it to shudder in release.

"I guess we should talk now," she said as her breathing began to slow down.

"Not until I get blood flow back to my brain," House panted as he lay there, tangled in the sheets. Cameron thought he looked absolutely adorable and sexy and wished she could take a picture of him just like that but she didn't dare.

On that thought, she got up and grabbed her shirt. "Water?" she asked.

"Yeah. And stay naked."

"Of course." She dropped the shirt and House watched her as she sauntered out of the room.