Saving Grace:

The Deed

A/N: All smut chapter! If that's you're thing, read on! If not, skip this one. There's no plot development in this chapter.

To clear up a few things… No, I have nothing against boy babies! I have said multiple times that I wanted a girl in this story because I didn't want the kid to be a mini-Chase. It is Chase's child, after all, and not House's. No, my name is neither Eleanor nor Grace (as you can see from my profile). Yes, I write more than family fics. Check out my one-shots. I do, however, only write House/Cameron. Many of you have mentioned things you would like to happen in future chapters, or as an epilogue or sequel. It's all pretty much been determined already, so if I haven't addressed it, it's more than likely because I don't want to give anything away. Hang in there! You'll find out soon enough.

-

Unnecessary disclaimer: None of the characters appearing in the TV show "House, M. D." belong to me.

Abstract: When Cameron's marriage with Chase falls apart, she decides that she cannot wait for another man to come around to be a mom. What happens when a wrench gets thrown in her plans? HC

---

House took Cameron by the hand and gently led her to his room. Cameron followed him silently. When they reached his door, House turned to face her.

"Are you sure, Allison?" House asked gently in his low rumbling.

"I'm sure," she said, her voice resolute, but hiding fear. What would this act do to their relationship? But she couldn't stop now; she needed this. There was no going back.

House turned away quickly to pop a couple extra vicodin. He was going to need them if he wanted to do this thing right.

He leaned in and kissed her tenderly, his thumb wiping away the tears that still threatened to fall from the corners of her eyes.

The kiss deepened. She moved a bit closer to him, her stomach stilling her movement by pressing into his. His hands ran through her hair; long pianist fingers moving through auburn curls.

Their lips danced. His tongue brushed her lips, which parted slightly, granting him entry. Their tongues explored each other's mouths eagerly.

He tore his lips away for a moment to lift her shirt over her head. Cameron stilled his hands.

"What don't you want me to see?" House whispered, pulling back to look at her.

Her hands reached up to her stomach. "I'm not…" she trailed off, trying to find the words. "I'm not thin anymore," she said.

House shook his head and grabbed the hem of the shirt. "I don't care."

She allowed him this time to pull the shirt over her head, and she fell back onto the bed after doing so.

House turned to pull off his own tee shirt, and turned back to view her.

"Wow…" he uttered unconsciously, taking in Cameron's milky skin and perfect breasts. She had forgone the bra after work, something he was now incredibly grateful for.

Once out of his reverie he leaned down, pressing his body against hers He was hard against her large abdomen.

"Does that show you how much I don't care?" House asked in a husky voice.

Cameron's face showed the hint of a smile. "Well, are you going to do this thing or not?" she asked in a low tone.

He didn't deign that with a response. He was suddenly upon her, his mouth kissing all over her chest and neck. His hand traced itself around her navel while his mouth kissed and nipped at her chest. She let out a soft moan in pleasure.

He ignored her erect nipples, teasing her by kissing everywhere but there.

"Fuck, Greg," she commented, clearly agitated.

He smiled teasingly. "What is it, Allison?"

As she started to answer, he dove upon her neck, kissing and biting it with urgency, precluding her ability to speak.

When she had stopped trying to respond, he continued teasing her with his exploration of her chest.

"Shit," she grunted in agitation. She couldn't take the teasing any longer.

She expected him to question her and then tease her some more, but was pleasantly surprised when her latest entreaty caused Greg to quickly launch himself upon her hard nipple, grasping the other breast in his hand. The surprise caused Allison to cry out, arching her back.

House licked the breast, kissed it, and nipped at it; manipulating it in ways that made her gasp and dig her nails into his bare back leaving small crescent moon marks spread across it. He did the same for the other breast.

Before she had time to realize what he was doing, he had pulled her pajama pants off of her, tossing them to the side. She was always amazed by how fast he moved given his leg.

He pressed a hand to her groin. Her panties were soaked through. She was wet with desire for him already. Fuck, he was turned on. His erection pulsed against the weight of his jeans.

House leaned down again, putting his weight on his arms on either side of her large belly, and began to grind against her. She opened her eyes for a moment to admire him. His muscular arms were tensed, and his skin glistened with moisture from exertion.

Cameron tried to get a look at House's erection, but her belly blocked the view. She wanted to touch him, to hold it in her hand. She wanted to enjoy the "third leg" of Gregory House—of the non-cane variety.

She pushed him off her forcefully. House looked at her in confusion. He thought she had wanted this. She sat up awkwardly. He reached out a hand to help her. Was this over already? His silent question was answered when she ran her hands smoothly along his chest, down his stomach, and to the button of his jeans. He stilled her hand.

She glanced up questioningly. The look on his face was enough to tell her what was going on.

"Greg, I don't care about the scar," she said gently. In a more forceful voice, she added, "Just let me do this."

After a moment he nodded and released her hand, allowing her to remove the jeans and boxers both. She traced a hand gently across the scar tissue. He gave her free reign of his body until she began to handle his erection.

House grabbed her wrist. "This time is for you," he said sternly.

She smiled. "This is for me."

House released her wrist, falling back onto the bed in relaxation as she gently outlined his throbbing, erect penis with her graceful fingers. Soon her mouth was on it as well, drawing out his moans of pleasure.

When he had nearly reached the breaking point, he stopped her. "Save it, princess," he said gruffly, pushing her back onto the bed.

Before she had time to process that thought, her back was arched in ecstasy. House had pulled her panties to the side and his fingers had entered her, palpating the soft tissues of her body. He kissed her enlarged stomach, slowly moving lower towards where his hand worked it's magic, bringing her closer to her destination. After fingering her for some time, he pulled the panties off her completely.

She gasped loudly when his tongue reached her clitoris. He licked it lasciviously, eliciting even more of a response. She writhed on the bed, unable to control herself in pleasure.

"I'm so close, Greg," she uttered, and he doubled his efforts. He brought her to orgasm, which she rode out with a moan, her hands tightly grasping fistfuls of his hair. Afterwards, he did not move away, but began kissing up her body again, finally reaching her lips.

They kissed deeply, exploring each other's mouths with fervor and urgency. Cameron broke the kiss and looked him in the eye. "I need you," she pleaded.

"I'm right here," he grunted.

"Fuck," she swore. House became even more turned on, the evidence of which pressed against Cameron harder as she spoke. "I need you inside me," she groaned.

His response was action. He lowered himself into her gently. Her eyes widened in pleasure before she leaned her head back, closing them. "Oh, Greg…" she sighed as he entered her.

He began to move up and down against her walls that were tightening around him.

"Faster, harder!" she cried. House worried that he would hurt her, especially in her current condition, but he complied. Her cries were that of pleasure, not pain.

The dance continued. "I'm close, Allison," House cried out.

"I'm with you," Cameron responded in a breath.

They rode out their orgasms together, with cries of "Allison" and "Greg" ringing out. House was perched above Cameron on his arms that were shaking with exertion until he dropped down right beside her.

A long silence followed. The pair lay considering what they had just done.

"Do you regret it?" House finally asked her.

"No," she answered. "You?"

"No."

-