A/N: One more chapter after this! We thought you might enjoy some Smexy goodness today:) Lyrics are A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

Chapter Nine

And all along I believed I would find you

Time has brought your heart to me

I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more

Cameron arrived home to see House leaning against the door of her condo. He tapped his cane on the welcome mat and his head was bowed. They hadn't spoken much since the bus crash. In the months since then, she knew he stopped drinking and seemed to make an effort to be more responsible. She walked up to him and put her hand on his. He looked up at her.

"Come in," she said softly.

He nodded and stood to one side as she unlocked the door. Following her in, he closed the door and stood in the entry. Cameron put her things down and turned to look at him. His eyes glistened and he looked down again.

"I didn't want you to go," he whispered. "I wanted you to stay. You're right. That's what I should have told you when you left before." He cleared his throat. "I was afraid. I don't want to destroy you."

She took one step closer to him.

"I'm a miserable asshole. I don't want to be miserable any more. I want to…" he shook his head. "I want you."

She took another step closer to him.

"I never meant for you to get hurt," he continued. He rubbed his thumb over his forehead. "If you want me to leave, I will."

She took another step closer and put her hand against his chest. "I don't want you to go. I want you to stay."

He looked at her and she smiled.

"I love you," she told him.

"But you wish you didn't. Right?"

She put her arms around him and rested her cheek against his shoulder. "Wrong, House. I'm glad I do. I know you don't love me-"

"I do. Love you," he said quickly.

She slowly stepped back from him, her mouth slightly open and he chuckled. "Well don't look so shocked. I am capable of loving another human being."

"It's not that, it's just...I never expected you to come out and say it. Like that."

He shrugged. "I wasn't aware that there was any right or wrong way to say it."

"There isn't. Can I get you anything? I was going to open a bottle of wine. It's been a shit of a day."

"Yeah, wine sounds good."

"Have you eaten? I have some leftover pasta I can heat up. I made enough to last the week."

"Get me drunk, cook me dinner...what's next?"

Cameron grinned at him as she opened the bottle of wine. "Oh I'm sure we'll think of something."

House took the bottle from her and set it aside. "I can think of something right now," he said as he backed her into the corner of the kitchen.

She placed her hands on his chest to stop him. "House...I'm hungry."

"Mmm...me too," he whispered as he began kissing her neck, starting below her ear and working his way across her throat.

Cameron let out a long sigh of pleasure at the way his scruff tickled her skin. Thoughts of food were quickly forgotten as her hands slid up his chest and her fingers buried in his hair, pulling his head up for a kiss. She needed to feel his mouth on hers again. Part of it didn't seem real and it was the only way she could ensure that it was.

He kissed his way back up to her mouth and his lips fastened on hers in a searing kiss that took their breath away. House rested his forehead against hers and they stared at each other. "Still hungry?"

"Shut up, House," she said before reaching up and kissing him again, pulling him against her body.

When the need for air was once again too great, their lips broke apart and he stared down into her eyes. "I could take you right here," he said as he began to unbutton her blouse.

Cameron sighed as his warm hand slid inside her shirt and cupped her lace covered breast.

"And I could let you."

"But…"

"As much as I want you, and I do, I don't want it to happen in the kitchen."

House nodded, removed his hand and took hers. Tugging on it, he headed in the direction of what he assumed was her bedroom with Cameron following close behind.

"It's on the left," she said when he headed to the door on the right.

"What's in there?"

"The bathroom," she laughed.

"Ah. For the shower sex later. Check."

Cameron shook her head as she followed him into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. The room was dark, the only light coming in from the moon outside. The curtains swayed gently from the breeze of the open window.

Her queen size four post bed sat in the corner, covered in decorative pillows which House quickly shoved onto the floor. Cameron pulled up on his shirt and tugged it over his head at the same time her bra slid off and joined his shirt on the floor.

He was determined to get her clothes off as quickly as possible lest she change her mind, but it didn't seem that she would by the way she was unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. She seemed to want him naked just as badly as he wanted her to be.

She pulled the covers back and climbed into bed. House climbed into the other side and they met in the middle. Their lips quickly found each other and his arms encircled her as he lowered her back against the pillows.

"Cameron…"

"Call me Allison."

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that she was looking up at him and her eyes were misty.

"What's wrong?" he asked as he stroked her cheek.

"Nothing. It's just...I've always wanted you...this…."

"And now you have me."

"It doesn't seem real."

"But it is," he said as he let his hand trail down the length of her body until it rested on her bare ass, then he pinched her.

Cameron gasped. "Ouch! House!"

He laughed and gently stroked the sore spot. "Call me Greg."

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said as she slid her hands up to his shoulders and pulled him down for another kiss. Her hands slid higher and he could feel her hands on his face, gently stroking his cheek.

"Yeah, yeah, but only when it's just us. Not at work. Capisce?"

She grinned and kissed him again. He kissed her back with the same intensity and things heated up quickly.

Lips and hands were everywhere as they touched, kissed and explored each other's bodies. When he couldn't stand it any longer, he opened the top drawer of her side table hoping to find condoms.

"I'm clean and I'm on the pill," she told him. "And I trust that you are."

"I'm not on the pill," he teased, earning a slap on his arm. "Hey!"

"I think we're good to bareback natural don't you? That is the term you use, isn't it?" she teased as she rolled onto her back and gave him a "come hither" smile. "I want to feel you. All of you."

"How can I resist an offer like that?" he asked as he moved on top of her once more.

"You can't."

She reached up and gently stroked his cheek. "Make love to me, Greg."

He grinned at her and then they kissed softly, enjoying the intimacy of being so close. When their bodies finally joined, their kisses heated up as well.

House tried to think of something else while he made love to Cameron. Anything to prolong the incredible feelings that were cursing through his body. He didn't want it to end too quickly but it was becoming impossible to slow down. However, Cameron didn't seem to mind. She bucked her hips against his in the same rhythm, gripping his shoulders.

Then suddenly, she managed to flip him onto his back and continued to ride him harder and faster. "Yes! Oh God, Greg!" she cried out as she placed her hands on his chest for leverage and let herself go. The release was incredible and she threw her head back as the waves of euphoria rushed over her.

House felt his own release hit him much the same way, like a tidal wave crashing over them, and he went limp under her, closing his eyes and emitting a long, contented sigh.

"You're incredible," he murmured as she lay on top of him and nuzzled his neck.

"So are you."

Eventually Cameron had to move so House could clean himself up, and when he came back to the bedroom she was sitting up in bed holding the sheet up around herself.

"Kinda late for modesty," he said as he got back into bed with her. He tugged the sheet away and gently kissed the top of each breast.

"MMm...that's nice," Cameron sighed as she watched him continue to lavish attention on her. "So…I hate to be a buzzkill here but…"

"But you will anyway. What?"

"What happens now?"

"Well, I thought I'd start with burying my face in your breasts for awhile and then get into the fancy stuff…"

"No, that's not what I meant!" she laughed and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder.

"Keep slapping me like that and I'll tie you to those bedposts."

Cameron cocked her head to one side and smirked at him. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

He grinned. "It can be whatever you want it to be. I never took you for the bondage type, Dr. Cameron."

"It's always been a fantasy of mine. I guess I just haven't found anyone I trusted enough." Then she leveled him with a serious look. "Until now."

"Interesting. We might have to try that one day. But not now."

"I agree. Another time, definitely. That said, I need a shower."

"Now?"

"It's warm and we're all sweaty." She climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom still naked and House admired the view.

She turned on the faucet, got the water hot enough and then started the spray. After she stepped in, House stood in the doorway and watched as the hot water and steam swirled around her and became aroused all over again. Then he stepped in next to her and closed the shower door behind him.

Cameron felt his arms slip around her waist as he pulled her against his body, his excitement growing harder by the minute.

"Again, House?" she giggled.

"What can I say? Seeing you all wet is hot. I'm a guy, it doesn't take much."

"So I see," she grinned as she turned around to face him. He gently pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She let out a squeal as he pinned her arms over her head and pressed inside of her. "Greg! Yes!"

His lips slid down to her neck and kissed a trail down across her throat and down to her breasts where he took her nipple in his warm mouth and swirled his tongue around it.

She wrapped her leg around House's hip as he continued to thrust upward and buried her fingers in his hair. He lavished attention on her other breast, his hands gripping her hips. She was thankful he was holding her because her legs felt weak and she worried she was going to fall. But he was strong and seemed to have no problems holding her up while he continued to buck his hips against hers.

"Greg! I'm close...oh God...faster!"

He braced one of his hands against the wall, wrapped his other arm around her waist for support and gave her what she needed until she cried out and went limp against him.

"MMm...that was hot," he murmured. Cameron leaned against the wall of the shower, her eyes half open and a satisfied grin on her face.

"More than. I didn't know you had it in you," she whispered as she grabbed the bottle of shower gel and poured it on a sponge.

"Neither did I."

After a quick shower, they returned to the bedroom and fell asleep.