A/N: OK, just a couple quite comments

A/N: OK, just a couple quick comments. Originally I intended for this story to be a one-shot smut fic but I got greedy and it turned into something more. So, I apologize to anyone who was looking for pure smut, and I apologize to anyone who is disappointed at the story’s lack of depth. I hope you enjoy the conclusion of the story, and please stay tuned for more of my House/Cameron stories. I plan to write many many many one-shot smut stories, and also get to work on a nice long romantic story with an actual plot. : ) Thanks everyone for your reviews! Enjoy!

Much to Cameron’s surprise and relief, the morning was far too busy for any extensive grilling sessions by either Chase or Foreman. Twice Chase had tried to corner her, opening his mouth to ask her what would have no doubt been an endless torrent of questions. Once he was interrupted by Cuddy who had need of her help in the clinic, and the other time by House himself, who pulled Cameron aside on the pretense of needing help sorting his mail. Thankfully when Chase hesitated it took nothing more than a glare from House to have him walking hastily down the hall in the opposite direction.

Unfortunately, Cameron was less successful avoiding Wilson, who ambushed her the moment she stuffed her mouth full of Caesar salad in the hospital cafeteria.

“Are you sleeping with House?”

Barely managing to avoid choking on a croton, Cameron knew she was failing miserably at looking innocent. She was a terrible liar.

“He told you?” She asked, swallowing nervously.

Wilson shook his head. “He didn’t have to. I’ve known him for a long time Cameron. I… I could tell.”

Cameron frowned. “How could you tell? I mean… I can understand you might know when House is uhh… getting some.” At this she blushed. “But how would you know it was me?”

Wilson looked away, fidgeting in his chair for a moment while he considered his answer. “I guess I just kind of… hoped it was you.” Cameron’s mouth dropped open at the confession, and Wilson held up his hand to silence her. “I know I know… that’s incredibly creepy.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s just that I’ve always thought he cared about you. And obviously, I knew you cared about him.”

Cameron smiled sadly, breaking eye contact with Wilson to stare down at her half-eaten salad. “I do. I’m completely in love with him.” She sighed, willing the tears forming in her eyes not to spill. “It doesn’t matter.”

Wilson looked confused. “Why not?”

“Because he doesn’t love me.”

Wilson blinked. “But… but he…”

“Oh he loves my body. He loves the sex. Hell maybe deep down he even enjoys the after-sex spooning…” She glanced up to meet Wilson’s eyes. “But he doesn’t love me.”

Wilson leaned forward, lowing her voice to a soothing whisper. “Just because he doesn’t say it doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you. He’s House… he’s not good at feelings.”

“He doesn’t love me…” Cameron whispered again, a single tear escaping down her cheek.

“But you don’t--“

“DON’T Wilson!!” She yelled, causing several people to turn in surprise. “Just-- just don’t.” Taking in a deep shuddering breath, she smiled apologetically and left the table, her half eaten lunch forgotten.

Rising from the table with an annoyed huff, Wilson sought out a certain crippled socially inept doctor. It was no surprise to find him sitting in his office, feet propped on his desk, oversized tennis ball tossing in the air.

“Do you love her?” Wilson blurted, somehow pleased when House missed the ball and it bounced across the floor.

House frowned and blew out a breath. “What?”

Wilson sat down in the chair before House’s desk, arms crossed in annoyance. “You know damn well who I’m talking about.” House shrugged his shoulders in response and Wilson bit out the word ‘Cameron’, even though he knew House was faking his ignorance.

House squinted. “Not really your business is it?”

“You’re right, it’s not my business. It’s hers!”

“Aaaand why are we having this conversation?” House asked sarcastically.

“House…” Wilson sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off a headache. “I know that you’re… you and nobody expects that to change. But you know Cameron isn’t the casual sex kind of girl. As your friend, the only friend who puts up with all your bullshit, I’m telling you either end it now or take her in your arms and declare your undying love. There’s no middle ground with a girl like Cameron.” Wilson paused, bracing himself for the verbal onslaught that was sure to follow. Any second now. Only it never came. House was silent, staring out the window. It was a full minute before he turned back to Wilson.

“I know.” House whispered, and Wilson was sure he had never heard more anguish, fear, and hope wrapped into those two simple words. Especially from House.

Wilson sighed. “What are you going to do?”

“Take her in my arms and declare my undying love.” House replied tonelessly.

Wilson’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Really?”

“No.” House sighed again, leaning his head back to rest on his chair. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“Be happy, House. Just… let yourself be happy. You deserve that much… no matter what people say about you.”

House scoffed, raising his head to find Wilson half way out the door and disappearing around the corner. A moment later, Cameron appeared at the doorway, smiling hesitantly before walking slowly into House’s office.

“We need to talk.” House said quietly, watching Cameron’s face fall with disappointment.

Quietly sitting in the chair Wilson had occupied shortly before, Cameron folded her hands in her lap and waited for her heart to break. The silence was deafening as House looked at her with those expressive blue eyes. There was something in their depths that Cameron didn’t recognize, and it terrified her to no end. Cameron looked away, whispering softly. “It’s over isn’t it?”

House sighed. “We’re kidding ourselves Cameron.” She nodded, unable to look at him. “This… casual sex thing.” He paused. “It’s not going to work.”

She nodded again, forcing back the bile rising in her throat. “I know.” She croaked out.

“I want more.” He whispered softly.

Cameron froze, her heart beginning to pound loudly in her ears. She let the tears fall freely now, hoping against hope that they could be tears of joy. Hoping that House meant what she wanted him to mean. That he wanted her. Needed her. “More?” She asked, barely loud enough for him to hear.

He nodded. “I don’t deserve you, and you sure as hell deserve someone a lot nicer than me.” He shrugged. “But damned if you don’t love me anyway right?”

Cameron let out a single choked sob, her hand flying up to cover it in embarrassment. “Yes. I do love you.” She watched as he rose gingerly from the desk, limping over in what seemed like slow motion. Or maybe it was just because she wanted so badly for this moment to last. He held out a hand and helped her to her feet, reaching out to brush her cheek with the back of his hand as he pulled her close.

“I love you too.”

Cameron’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really?”

He nodded, lips curving up into his trademark smirk. “Really. Just don’t let it get around huh? I have a reputation to keep. If anyone asks, I’m a total bad ass.”

“Total bad ass… got it. Now shut up and kiss me.”

“Shut up and kiss me, what?”

“Shut up and kiss me total bad ass.”

He smirked, “That’s my girl,” and pulled her into a passionate kiss.