A/N: Well this is the final chapter. I had a lot of fun writing this story, as I hope you have had reading it. I appreciate all the lovely reviews and alerts. You guys make it all worth while. I will now return to completing Together, my other Hameron fic that was placed on temporary hiatus while I satiated my muse who seemed to only feed me the inspiration for this story. So enjoy! And thank you!
He trailed his tongue along her collar bone and she closed her eyes, drawing in a long breath as the heat from his mouth caused her body to rocket towards overload. His hands were still exploring her body, and she held on to his shoulders for dear life, afraid if she were to let go she'd fall backward into some abyss.
House relished the taste of her, the saltiness of her skin mixed with a hint of fruitiness from her body wash. His fingers worked magic over her body, faintly touching here, squeezing there, molding her to him. As they continued this dance, their breathing grew ragged and House knew he wouldn't be able to withstand this much longer before he would need to satisfy his undying need to be buried within her, to be one with her…
As if she could read his mind, she captured his lips in a passionate kiss, catching his tongue in a dangerous duel, clutching at his shoulders and pulling him impossibly closer to her. She was unable to form any words, so she needed to tell him with her body how much she needed him.
They broke apart, staring into each other's eyes for a brief moment, reading all the answers within that gaze. Slowly, she climbed off his lap and held out her hand to him, which he took without hesitation. He stood from the couch, grimacing as a sharp pain shot through his damaged thigh. Clenching his eyes shut, Cameron squeezed his hand and he opened his eyes, meeting her own. He read concern and love in them, and he knew that she would wait for him if he had to put off their night of love making. But he so did not want to put it off…
He took a few deep breaths and grabbed his Vicodin from his pocket, popping two pills into his mouth and dry swallowing them. She smiled faintly at him, still neither voicing a word. There was no need; they understood each other too well at this point.
Cameron leaned in a placed a chaste kiss against his lips, gently placing her hand on his cheek. Smiling at him, she walked away from him towards the bedroom, giving him the time he needed to let the drugs work their magic.
He paced the living room floor, thoroughly rubbing the absent muscle, screaming in his head for the pain to dissipate so he could follow her into the bedroom and find heaven once again. His mind demanded his body cooperate, and finally the pain dulled. Closing his eyes, he sighed and quietly thanked the stars it didn't take long.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar. Night had fallen, and the apartment was shrouded in shadows. Light from the full moon filtered through the window, and as he limped down the hall he noticed it peeking from behind the bedroom door. He stopped and lifted his finger, pushing the door open with ease. She was there, fully nude, sitting atop his bed and staring out the window, the moonlight casting her in a blue glow. She looked like something out of a fantasy, her creamy skin utterly flawless, her blonde hair seemingly translucent in the light. She moved her eyes over him, her desire still clearly evident, and as he entered the room he growled deep in his throat at the satisfaction that this goddess was entirely his and his alone.
Lifting his shirt over his head, he cast it to the side. Cameron moved to her knees as he reached the foot of the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him into another loving kiss. Their lips were soft, melding together. Cameron moved her hands over his bare chest, gently scraping her nails against his abdomen as she moved lower, finally stopping at the button of his jeans. Quickly, she undid the button and zipper, and slid his pants down over his hips along with his boxers. He kicked them off and away.
Leaning down, she planted delicate kisses along his marred thigh, and he closed his eyes at the blissful sensation as she caressed and loved his one vulnerability. She would never make him feel ashamed, and with her he would never feel like he was less of a person because she completed him…made him whole.
Grabbing her arms, he raised her to find her lips again. Her petite hand wrapped around his engorged length, eliciting a moan from deep in his chest. His long fingers wound their way down her naked body until they reached the apex of her thighs, gently skimming her moist folds. Cameron threw her head back and gasped as he began to massage her center, gently inserting one finger then two, and she cried out, squeezing her hand harder around him before sliding her hand quickly up and down his shaft.
His fingers left her as his hands reached around her body to grab her ass and pull her tightly against him, her hand trapped between their bodies but still working him over.
"Allison," he whispered, his voice strained as he could feel the pressure begin to build in his groin.
"Yes," she responded seductively.
"I need to tell you something, before this goes any further. I need to tell you now, and not in the throes of an orgasm when emotions are heightened and people just babble any old thing, unable to discern if they truly mean it or not."
He reached down and stopped her hand, grabbing it tightly in his and pulling it up to his lips, kissing her palm softly. Staring at her hand, he found it difficult to meet her eyes as he uttered the words.
"I am in love with you," he began. Cameron drew in her breath and held it.
"I know," she replied. "You said…"
"No, you don't, and no, I didn't," he interrupted her. "I know I said it before, but you begged to hear it and I was about to explode. That's why I'm saying it now, so there's no confusion; my mind is clear. I…I love you."
She smiled and placed her hands on his cheeks so he would finally meet her eyes.
"I know," she repeated softly, smiling.
He shook his head and averted her eyes once more, tangling her fingers within his own and keeping his focus on their joined hands.
"I don't want to hurt you," he confessed.
"Then don't," she replied.
"I won't change, I can't. This is who I am, so it's inevitable. I'm not good for you."
"No, you're not," she admitted, causing him to look back up at her. "But I'm good for you. And besides, I don't want you to change…I never did."
"I can't make you any promises," he stated. "I can't say this will end in happily ever after."
"I don't live my life that way. As doctors we have the unfortunate advantage of seeing how precious and fleeting life really is. So we take this one day at a time. No one can predict the future, Greg. Things change too frequently. But for now, I'm here with you, and I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon. So if you can handle that, then I think we'll be ok. I don't need the fairytale ending…I just need you. And I love you, too."
He sighed and closed his eyes before opening them, a new desire burning within them. His face turned very serious.
"Say it again," he said, his tone demanding. Her body shivered against him at the sound of it.
"I love you," she whispered in compliance.
He kissed her hard and she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down on to the bed with her. He settled himself on top of her as she opened her legs, feeling him poised and ready at her entrance. She felt the tears well in her eyes as he pushed inside her inviting walls, the feeling of their union emotionally overwhelming.
House kept his eyes locked with hers, his hands on either side of her face as his thumbs wiped away the quiet tears that slid down her cheeks. She smiled at him before lifting her legs and locking her feet behind him, pushing him deeper within her. He bent his head and kissed her gently, pouring his love for her into that soft kiss. Finally their desire took over, and he began to move his hips, driving in and out of her as she raised her hips to meet his every thrust. He slid his hand down to cup her breast, bringing his mouth down to enclose his lips over it, teasing her nipple with his tongue as she rocked her head back and forth, feeling herself coming unglued at the power of it all. Burying her face in his neck, she nipped at his flesh. He pulled her head back and kissed her feverishly as his hips continued to move, his speed increasing and the power of his thrusts deepening.
He felt himself driving into her towards home, towards salvation, and the heat within his belly prepared to surge forward.
"Say it again," he demanded into her ear, his face pressed against hers.
"I love you," she cried, and arched her back as he thrust into her once more, bringing forth her soul as she felt her very essence explode from her body. He cried out, joining her in ecstasy as he released himself into her.
A moment later, after regaining their breathing, he rolled off her and on to his side. She curled against him, placing her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. He reached down and pulled the disheveled blankets over them and kissed the top of her head.
"That was…" she began, her voice trailing off as she still found it difficult to think let alone speak.
"Yeah, I know," he said.
Propping herself up on her elbow, she stared down at him with a raised eyebrow. "Don't get too full of yourself, you promised me an endless night of this you know."
He rubbed his head. "I may have been a bit ambitious," he said.
"You? No way." He glared at her. "Half a night maybe?"
"That's more realistic," he replied, nodding.
"Ok, I'll allow you a 15 minute break, but that's all you get," she said, tickling her fingers along his ribcage.
"Hey," he said, grabbing her fingers. "A bit bossy in the bedroom, aren't we?"
"No, just polite." She grinned and rolled over. He turned and spooned against her back, pulling the blankets tighter around them.
"Always the good girl, even during sex," he bit.
They lay there for what seemed like an eternity, staring out the window at the moon looming low in the sky. A thought suddenly occurred to him.
"What did Wilson want, anyway? Why did he call?"
She smirked. "Do you always think about Wilson when you're in bed with a naked woman?"
"Didn't I mention I'm into threesomes?"
She rolled her eyes. "He wanted to know if you needed any more help moving furniture, since Cuddy seemed to think he was the 'buddy' you wanted to take home with you." She chuckled.
"I never told her who my buddy was, just that I needed her permission for my buddy to leave early, too, to help me out. I'm innocent of all charges. Simple case of misinterpretation. She only assumed I meant Wilson."
"He also said to tell you something about there being several repeat performances in the past hour and a half," Cameron said, her confusion obvious.
House raised his eyebrows. "Wow…that's impressive."
"Do I even want to know what that means?" she asked.
"He's auditioning for boy toy of the year," House replied, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, her scent enticing him. "Apparently it's a demanding, grueling, abusive process that will probably leave him crying naked in a corner of some dark alley."
Kissing the back of her shoulder, he tightened his hold on her.
"Should we be worried?" she asked, closing her eyes and rubbing her bottom against him.
"He brings it on himself," House replied, spreading his hand over her breast and thrusting his hips against her backside. "Now come here…break time is over."