Title: Mentor
Chapter Twenty-Five: Because I'm With You
Though fun and frolic had been a large part of their holiday, House had many other surprises for his girlfriend while they were far from prying eyes. He knew that she regretted not being able to have a normal relationship with him due to their need to stay away from the public eye.
However, his adventure to take her on a real date had been ruined by a surprise snowstorm that trapped them in their cabin for three days. Not that either minded being stuck with one another, it gave them plenty of time to christen the couch and hot tub again; as well as the kitchen table, shower, and a few other places that their lust addled brains couldn't quite recall. Unfortunately, another blizzard was in warning, and the pair had to cut their getaway short so that they could get back to Illinois before winter break ended.
On the plane ride, House distracted Allison the best that he could with small talk, which Wilson had reminded him countless times that he was no good at.
"So," he began, uncertainty in his tone, "maybe I should just catch a flight back to-"
"No." Allison said firmly, wrapping her arms around his left arm. "You're staying with me."
Smiling with a somewhat foolish grin, House nodded, "And where do you suggest we stay?" He teased.
"We can go to my parents' house. They're in Hawaii still." Allison grinned wickedly at him.
"Does that mean if we have sex there, you're going to spend an entire evening sanitizing every inch of furniture we screwed on?" He teased quietly, recalling the sight of Allison running around the cabin with cleaning products, insisting that it was rude to have sex on other people's property and not clean everything to an inch of its polished life.
"Oh, shush." Allison pouted playfully, though she leaned her head onto his shoulder.
Unable to resist the urge to run his hand against her cheek, House let his fingertips trail from her face, down her throat, along her side and then, angling his body, he managed to give her ass a hard squeeze. Allison flushed prettily, before turning away to look straight ahead, an embarrassed smile on her lips.
After a few days of the seclusion, House had finally gotten sick of Allison's shy tactics to cover herself. Even going so far as to keep him from going down on her because she seemed to think from that vantage point, he would discover some hidden storage place of what Allison coined as "blubber".
"You're NOT FAT!" House hollered at her, as he tried to pry himself free from her death grip as he attempted drifting further south.
"Yes I am! I gained 15 pounds, Greg!" Allison insisted, still keeping a firm hold on the back of his neck and pinning him to her chest so that he couldn't slide down her body.
"Oh, God! Not a whole 15 pounds!" He tried to wriggle free, "You might have actually grown an ass now!"
"It's not funny!" She wailed, not giving up her hold. Allison had let the passion of being back with him make her forget her insecurities the first two days of their trip, but it returned full force afterwards.
Fed up at last with the childish antics, House used his arms to lift himself above her, and effectively break her hold. Kneeling back, he towered over her, "Please tell me, that a future medical student that I've praised for the last two years, isn't dumb enough to think that a woman's body stops changing at the age of 16." He glowered at her. "Ally, you're 22. You've finally developed hips and an ass, and they're damn fine, so stop being ashamed of them." He leered at her momentarily, "And I think some of that 15 might have stored in your breasts." He teased, making her blush. "Have you changed? Yes. Do you look different? Yes. Are you still fine as hell? FUCK YES!"
And with that argument out of the way, Allison finally stopped her self-conscious actions; making the remainder of their time together even more enjoyable. Now as the plane landed, and Allison forced herself to refrain from hyperventilating, the pair made their journey to rent a car and then make their way to Allison's home.
"Casa de Cameron?" House asked as they pulled into a driveway, looking up at the two story structure. It was painted a dark blue, the large, double paned windows allowing sunlight to enter. Allison was excited to bring her boyfriend to her home, even though there was no one there for him to meet.
"Yup. A whole 18 years in this house." She clambered out of the car. "You can leave my stuff in the car. I have a bunch of clothes in the house." She explained as House went to the trunk and got out his suitcase before following her to the front door. Unlocking it, Allison ushered him inside, taking the suitcase from him and running up the stairs with it. He gave chase, catching her just in front of her bedroom door.
Tossing the suitcase to the floor of her bedroom, Allison flopped onto her bed with a large sigh. Without a second thought, House landed beside her and began trailing kisses along her neck.
"I know what you're thinking." Allison teased.
"Do I think about anything else?" He teased back, running his hand over her side.
"Sometimes."
"When?"
"I don't know." Allison's eyes closed softly as her hand tangled in his hair, twirling strands between her fingers.
"Me either." He agreed, his kisses more insistant.
"I've never had sex in my own bed before." She giggled as his body draped over hers.
"I should hope not." House nuzzled against her throat, drawing her jean clad thighs to wrap around his hips. "I've never been here before."
"Mm, but my other boyfriend has." She teased, bucking her hips.
"Your hand doesn't qualify as a boyfriend in my absence." He pointed out, pressing his growing erection against her.
Allison laughed, wrapping her one arm around his neck while the other flung out to knock her CD player on.
As Aerosmith began to play, House looked at her, "How'd you know there was a CD in there?"
"I've been missing this one, and I figured since I couldn't find it, it was probably here." She wrapped her other hand around his neck.
"How deductive of you."
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Matthew and Jennifer Cameron both let out a weary sigh as the cab driver pulled in front of their home. Getting out, they took their luggage from the trunk and turned to their driveway.
"Who's car is that?" Jennifer asked her husband as they walked up the driveway, eyeing the vehicle.
"Maybe Julia came to visit Allison." Matthew suggested.
"It's a rental." She pointed out.
Matthew shrugged, "Maybe we're being robbed."
"Not funny." Jennifer glared as they made it to the front door. "And where's Allison's car?"
"Maybe they went out in her car."
Pushing the door open, Jennifer frowned, "And left the front door unlocked? That's not like Ally."
They both heard the music coming from the upper level and a simultaneous frown covered their lips.
Placing their luggage on the floor, the two went to go upstairs, but the front door opened, "Hey, who's car is in the driveway?"
"Bryce?" Jennifer looked even more confused. "Lolie? What are you two doing here?"
"We wanted to see Ally before her winter break was over. What are you two doing back?" Bryce asked his mother and father.
"There was a snowstorm coming in, and I have to work next week. We didn't want to risk being delayed, so we came back early." Matthew explained. "As for the car in the driveway... We don't know."
"Ally's car isn't here." Lolie pointed out.
"Who's car is in the driveway?" All heads turned at the newest arrival.
"Stephen?"
"No, it's not my car." Stephen laughed, "Is Julia here?"
"But it was a rental." Stephen's boyfriend pointed out. "Julia has a car."
"Can we just go upstairs and figure this out?" Matthew threw frustrated hands in the air. "So far, this family has arrived at the same conclusions three times, and I want the actual answer, not a hypothesis."
"Ooh, Dad's using scientific terms!" Stephen joked, but followed his parents up the stairs, along with Morgan, Bryce and Lolie.
Arriving at Allison's door, Matthew gave a quick, short, succession of knocks before opening the door.
"DAD!" Allison held her blanket to her chest as House propped himself onto his elbows to see their onlookers. "Mom... And Bryce... Lolie..." Allison's voice faded as she saw that her entire family was there. Despite how embarrassed she was, she was at least grateful that they had been caught cuddling, though naked, but at least not in the throws of passion.
"That explains the rental car." Jennifer sighed, apparently grateful that they weren't being robbed. With another sigh, she seemed to be the bravest. "Hi, I'm Jennifer, Ally's mom." She waved, not thinking that shaking his hand would be appropriate taking everything into consideration.
"Gregory House." House waved back.
"Well, I'm going to the grocery store. Looks like we have a lot more people for dinner than I thought we would." Jennifer smiled. "Lolie, Stephen, Morgan? Do you three want to come with me?"
"I think I should stay." Lolie raised her hand, "Bryce and Mr. Cameron look ready to kill someone."
Allison's face reddened, but House didn't seem to even blink.
"All right." Jennifer laughed, dragging the two boys back towards the stairs.
Lolie, being the only person without bias at the moment, spoke to the two who were trapped in bed, "Why don't you guys get dressed. We could all watch a movie when you get downstairs."
At the mention of a movie, Bryce seemed to be taken out of his moment of "must protect baby sister" and quickly dashed down the stairs to find an appropriate film.
Mr. Cameron soon followed, and Lolie closed Allison's door before leaving.
"Oh my GOD!" Allison buried her face in the pillow next to House's head.
"They didn't see anything." He pointed out. "Had they been a couple minutes earlier, they would have seen quite the show."
"Don't remind me!" She shrieked, getting out of bed and dashing towards her dresser.
Getting up as well, House went to his suitcase and took out a t-shirt and jeans, quickly dressing while Allison tried to find the baggiest, most unappealing outfit she could throw together.
"Ally, baby," House wrapped his arms around her bare waist, "relax." He whispered in her ear, "You're a grown woman. No one's going to burn you at the stake."
Allison pouted, "I know." Her lip jutted out further, "I just feel so..."
"I know, but like I said, it could've been much more awkward than that." He smiled gently before getting her to dress in something a little less shameful.
Arriving downstairs, House found Allison's father and brother standing around in the kitchen while Lolie got a movie playing on the tv. Both men had their arms crossed, scowls planted firmly on their faces.
"So, Greg, you're that doctor Allison's been going on about for a while now." Mr. Cameron stated, no hint of a question.
"Yeah, I came to surprise her for break since she wasn't going to have her family with her for break." He didn't feel the need to inform them that he'd flown her across the country.
"Well, at least you didn't spend the holiday alone." House was surprised at the smile Mr. Cameron gave his daughter. "We felt bad that everyone had separate plans this year."
"We had a good time." Allison beamed, grateful that she wasn't about to be yelled at. She knew that it must be hard for both her brother and father to accept that she was a grown up, but she was glad to see that they were handling it so well.
"I'm sure you did." Bryce's look darkened slightly, but he quickly realized what he'd implied and amended just as promptly, "We picked Eulogy." He gestured to the tv.
The four went into the living room where Lolie had already plopped onto the sofa. Bryce sat next to his fiance and House and Allison took the love seat.
By the time the movie was over, Stephen, Morgan and Mrs. Cameron had returned, and everyone went to help unload the groceries.
"Well, it looks like pasta tonight." Mrs. Cameron laughed, "That's the only thing everyone in this house can or will eat!"
Allison and Stephen helped their mother get dinner started and everyone else went to the living room. "So..." House began, trying to find a way to break the ice, "Who here plays the piano? I saw one in your sitting room." He jerked his thumb in the direction of the formal living room.
"Stephen and Lolie do." Bryce supplied, "Ally can play a bit, but she didn't really devote a lot of time to it."
"Do you play?" Lolie asked.
"Greg's amazing." Allison called from the kitchen. "Why don't you play something for them?"
Planted in the spotlight, House recoiled slightly, but everyone had already risen to go to the sitting room, so he resigned himself to his fate and followed.
Displaying his skill with a Concerto, House quickly evacuated the scene and let Lolie take over the piano. When dinner was finished, everyone went to the kitchen to load up their plates with food. They all went to the dining room and ate, popping open a couple of bottles of wine.
Completely full, House leaned into his chair and sighed. He hadn't had a home cooked meal since Allison had stayed with him over the summer. Now he knew where she got her cooking skills from. Clearing the plates, Mr. Cameron went and took out two decks of cards.
"Euchre, anyone?" Everyone laughed and split the eight of them up into two groups. Allison and House played against Bryce and Lolie, and Mr. and Mrs. Cameron played against Stephen and Morgan.
Around midnight everyone split up and went to their respective rooms, and House followed Allison back to her bedroom.
"That wasn't so bad!" Allison laughed, flopping onto her bed.
"Told you it would be okay." House teased, lying down beside her. "It's going to be interesting sleeping on a twin sized mattress." He hugged her tightly to himself.
Allison nodded tiredly. "Yup."
"I'm tired."
"Me too."
"I don't even feel like getting dressed for bed." He yawned.
"Me either."
"Okay." House reached up and managed to turn off her bedroom light without getting up from the bed. "Night."
"Night."
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"What are you doing?" Allison asked in a groggy voice. She could feel her boyfriend's hand running up and down her thigh, and his face buried in her hair.
"Sorry, did I wake you?" House whispered softly in her ear, causing an involuntary shiver to chase its way down her spine.
"S'okay..." She smiled sleepily, "This is much better than what I was dreaming." She sighed, "What are you doing anyway? It's three in the morning."
"Thinking."
Allison frowned and turned around onto her other side to face him, "About?"
"How much I don't want to leave you." She smiled again, giving him a chaste kiss, "I can't help but wonder how I'm going to hold on to you."
"What do you mean?" Her brow furrowed in curiosity.
"Ally, you're a gorgeous woman, and smart to boot. How the hell do you think I'm going to keep other men away from you?" House smiled, but even in the darkness of the room, Allison could see how empty his smile was.
"You don't have to." She pointed out, "I have no intention of letting go of you."
"You say that now." His voice was soft.
"I say that now and for a much longer time." Allison cuddled against him.
"You're going to meet someone better than me someday."
"Are you trying to get me to dump you?" She quirked an eyebrow.
"No-"
"Then just stop." She sighed. "I doubt I could find a man better than you."
"There's lots of them."
"Stop."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because..." His arms wrapped around her, "I want what's best for you, and I know I'm not it."
"Maybe you are." Allison pointed out, "Maybe what's rated the best in standard format isn't you, but have you ever wondered if I'm not standard? Maybe I'm different. Maybe I need something different than most women. Maybe I need you, and want you, and know that you're what's best for me." She pulled away slightly to look him in the face, burning into his eyes as if the sun were shining behind them. "You're mine, and I'm yours, and not even your overwhelming urge to put yourself down is going to change my mind. Christ, Greg, how can a man who's so confident as a doctor be so insecure as a boyfriend?"
"I've been left a lot." He shrugged, "I guess I'm just preparing myself for the inevitable."
"I'll die before I leave you." Allison said softly, snuggling against him once more.
With an uneasy sigh, House lay still and thought for a long moment.
"Don't think like that." Allison muttered, curling against him tightly on their tiny bed.
"Like what?"
"Don't think about all of the possible ways I could leave your ass."
"If you're going to, just don't let me catch you fucking someone else." He kissed her forehead, "I don't think I could handle that scenario calmly again. When Stacey did that, I felt like I was on a soap opera."
With a small laugh, Allison planted soft kisses on his neck. "It'll never happen." She sighed, "Because I'm with you, and only you."
TBC
A/N- Thanks for waiting everyone, twas a busy week! And yes, I know, I am using the same family Allison had in Parasitic/Contagious. Minus the parental drama Ally had in Contagious. Anyway, this is for multiple reasons, the main one being I love the family I gave her! Something about the way that they melded together just makes it feel natural for me to write them :O. Plus, there's diversity in the family, and yeah... I won't defend myself further! lol. Please review!-Andi