A/N: This is the final chapter. I know, so sad. But don't be too sad. Hughville and I are still writing other stories together so there's lots more fun to come :) Thank you all for reading/commenting and for showing us love :) It's much appreciated!
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Chapter Seven Stay With Me
When they entered the room, Cameron turned the lights on and gasped. House grinned as she looked around. The bed was neatly made, sprinkled with rose petals, and candles flickered around the jacuzzi tub. A bucket of champagne on ice sat nearby and soft music played on the stereo.
"What...who…"
He looked sheepish. "I made a call while you were taking your shower."
Her eyes widened. "You did this?"
"Hey, I can be a hopeless romantic when I want to be. And obviously I didn't do it. Someone else did."
She still looked surprised. "Who are you and what have you done with the real Greg House?"
"Greg House is dead. This is the only me you get."
She reached for his hand and pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. "It's the only one I want."
He lowered his head and kissed her as they gently swayed back and forth to the music that was playing. Her lips were so soft and her mouth was warm as their tongues explored. Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck as his hands slid up and down her back.
"House…" she whispered against his lips.
"Mhm?"
"That jacuzzi is looking awfully good right now."
He glanced over her shoulder. The candles, the bubbles and the lavender scent were seductive and he smiled at her.
"Yeah it does."
He tugged on the hem of her blouse and they began to undress each other, slowly, stopping every so often to kiss until their clothes were lying in a heap on the floor. Stepping back slightly, he looked at her naked body. His gaze roamed over her high, firm breasts, down her toned, taut stomach and then he saw it. Between her hipbone and the start of the narrow strip of hair between her legs was a beautifully rendered blue butterfly. Shadowing gave it a three-dimensional look. He wanted to forget the jacuzzi and just take her to bed, but the hot water would help his leg and do wonders for both of them in the long run.
"You get in first," he told her as he reached for the bottle of champagne and poured them each a glass.
"I will when you show me your tattoo. You've obviously seen mine," she smiled.
"You mean you don't see it?" he teased.
She circled him and then leaned down. On his left ankle was a simple black tattoo of two snakes entwined around a cane.
"It's like a caduceus," she commented tracing it lightly with her finger.
Straightening up, she stepped into the swirling water. She scooted forward so he could get into the tub. He settled in behind her, handing her a glass. They clinked them together and each took a sip.
"Now this is what I'm talkin' about," he sighed as he leaned back and closed his eyes. He could feel Cameron's warm body leaning against his chest and inhaled the smell of the ocean in her hair.
"Mhm," she nodded as her hand found his and their fingers interlaced again. "I needed this. Thank you."
"Don't thank me. You're the one who brought me here."
"I know but...you knew this is what I needed so you made it happen. Nobody's ever done that for me before."
He found that hard to believe. "Really?"
"You're the only one who's been able to figure me out, know what I needed even before I did."
"I thought Chase might've…"
Cameron shook her head. "He tried, of course, but he wasn't you." She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled. "As much as I tried to pretend."
"You don't have to pretend now," he said as he put down his glass and let his hand disappear under the water. When she gasped, he knew he hit the right spot.
"House…" she sighed and bit her lip.
"Just getting us warmed up," he whispered as his lips kissed a trail down her neck and across her shoulders. His scruff tickled her skin and she shivered as his fingers and his lips sent small shockwaves straight to her core.
"I'm...already warmed up," she groaned as she arched her back against him. "Oh God...House…"
"Let go," he whispered in her ear as his teeth nipped at it, his fingers expertly strumming her. She was holding back, and he couldn't figure out why, but he was determined. "You can do it. Come for me. This is just the first of many. I don't anticipate us getting much sleep tonight," he chuckled. "The things I'm going to do to you, Cameron…" he whispered.
That seemed to do the trick, and a low, feral growl escaped her lips. Her entire body shuddered as the orgasm shot through her hard and fast. She went slack against his chest and he smiled to himself as he felt the rise and fall of her back against his chest.
"We should get out now," she murmured. "Water's cooled down."
"Yeah."
She climbed out first and reached for the towels, handing one to House. He leered at her as she began to dry off. "You look good like that."
She blushed. "Like what?"
"Wet and naked." House took her towel and wrapped his arms around her as they kissed again. It was a very sweet kiss, his lips gently brushing against hers. He so wished he could carry her to the bed but that wasn't an option.
"Come on," he said as he took her hand and they walked across the room. He brushed the rose petals away and climbed into one side, while she climbed into the other. They met in the middle, immediately reaching for each other as they lay face to face. Her leg wrapped around his hip, drawing him closer as he began nibbling her neck again, simply because of the reaction he got. She loved it, threw her head back to give him access to her throat as her hands roamed and explored his damp skin.
"Greg…" she sighed, trying it out for the first time. It felt strange. He'd always been "House" to her, and always would be. Even in her wildest fantasies he was still House.
"Allison," House replied, also finding it odd, using their real names. It didn't seem right to either of them. She was his Cameron. It's how he always thought of her. "I like Cameron better," he whispered as his hands explored her body, letting his fingers just barely skim over her skin. He was almost afraid to touch her.
"Me too," she whispered against his lips as he rolled them over so he was practically on top of her, looking deep into her eyes.
"What do you want?" he asked between kisses and licks to the base of her throat. He was making it very hard to think when he did that. His tongue was so hot against her slick skin.
"Unghh…you're...doing it. Don't stop…"
His lips moved lower and he buried his face in between her breasts, licking and kissing each one, giving them equal attention as she writhed and squirmed underneath him.
"Yesssss," she hissed as his kisses moved down to her flat stomach, stopping to encircle her belly button with his tongue. She wondered if he was going to...oh God...he was….
If his tongue was as skilled as his fingers, she knew she was in big trouble. House grinned inwardly as he moved in between her legs and took his first taste of her.
She gasped and arched her back off the bed but he held her hips still. "Relax…" he whispered as he continued to feast on her.
Her hands buried deep in his hair as she writhed under him. "House...oh my God….that's….right there…."
He followed her directions, wanting so much to please her, giving her what she asked for and how she wanted it. He knew she was getting close. A thin layer of sweat covered her body and she was thrashing even more.
"House...I want you…"
That was all he needed. He reached into the drawer of the table next to the bed and blindly grabbed one of the several condoms he brought with him, quickly dressing himself.
She was watching him, face flushed, pupils dark.
Part of her couldn't believe it was really happening. It had been nine long years of wishing, dreaming and wanting. And when he made love to her, it was all she could do to stop herself from crying. The emotions that washed over her were very overwhelming. In fact, they didn't just wash over her, they crashed.
She shut her eyes and kept House as close to her as possible. He moved slowly at first; slow and deep.
His lips found hers once again and when he tasted salty wetness, he glanced up at her tear stained face.
"Hey...what's wrong?" he whispered as he wiped another tear with his thumb.
"Nothing…I'm fine it's just….just so…"
"Amazing?" he suggested with a satisfied smile.
She nodded and sighed. "I've...we've been working our way towards this for so long and…"
"Shhh," he said as he gently kissed her. "No more talking. You're killing the mood."
She smiled again and her eyes fluttered closed as he resumed. His hand slid down to where they joined, bringing her to the edge as he approached it himself. He buried his face against her shoulder as they held each other. The wave crashed over both of them until they were sated.
He stayed where he was until the connection between them was lost and he slipped out of her. He groaned and shifted, not wanting to lose the connection.
"Damn oxytocin," he grumbled before he attempted to get up.
"Mmm..don't go…"
"I don't want to but nature calls."
She was already asleep when he returned to the bed and pulled the covers up over them. Cameron rolled toward him, reaching out for him in her sleep. He pulled her close and she snuggled up against him. Shifting a bit, he got comfortable but sleep proved elusive. Seemingly in the blink of an eye, his life changed. When he sought Cameron out, he knew she would help but he never dreamed his life would change so dramatically. In less than a month, he had gone from being alone and homeless to being with the love of his life and living happily with her.
It happens to you all the time, you know, Wilson said from the end of the bed. He looked just like he did before the cancer ate away at him. His dark hair fell over his forehead in that boyish way that House both loved and envied. His dark eyes shone with compassion and a hint of mischief. He wore a striped shirt with the sleeves partially rolled up, a horrible green tie, and black dress pants with a shiny black belt. He stood in his usual pose of hands on his hips. House stared at him.
"Great," he said softly. "I'm hallucinating again."
Are you? Wilson asked with a smile. You refused to say goodbye to me when I died. I begged you to but you refused. I still died. But today when you released me, you said it. So now I can say it.
Cameron sighed and slipped one long leg between House's. Wilson looked at her and House pulled the sheet up over her shoulder.
"Stop staring at her," House told him. "She's mine and you're dead so you can't have her. You always did have a thing for her."
She's gorgeous, smart, and funny. What's not to like?
"Shouldn't you be moving toward the light?"
Wilson chuckled. Blink of an eye, House. Think about it.
House blinked and he was gone. House thought about what Wilson said. Meeting Wilson changed his life in the blink of an eye. His infarction changed his life in the blink of an eye. Hiring Cameron changed his life in the blink of an eye. Driving his car into Cuddy's house changed his life in the blink of an eye. Losing Wilson changed his life in the blink of an eye. So many changes, good and bad, happened quickly. He looked at Cameron as she slept peacefully in his arms. With her by his side, he knew everything would change but for the better this time. He was literally a new man. With Cameron, the possibilities were endless and that made him very happy. This time, the blink of an eye change to his life was just what he wanted and needed. He gathered her closer and drifted off to sleep, happy and content.
The smell of coffee woke House and he slowly opened his eyes and threw his arm across Cameron's pillow. It was cool to the touch, signifying that she'd been gone awhile. Sitting up, he looked around but there was no sign of her. He got up, threw on one of the hotel robes, made himself a coffee with the Keurig machine, and found her sitting on the patio.
He slid the door open and came out, taking the empty seat across from her. "What time is it?" he asked.
"A little after eight. I couldn't sleep."
"I slept like the dead."
She smiled at him. "I did sleep, but not very well. It was like I was afraid to. I was afraid you'd be gone."
He reached for her hand and she grasped it. "I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere."
"Not even when you start earning money from playing at the club?"
He cocked his head to one side and stared at her. "You really think I'd leave?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. It's just one of those things. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Like you're going to come to me one day and say 'thanks for everything but it's time to move on.'"
House was shocked. "If I said or did anything that made you think this is just a...temporary thing for me then…"
She shook her head. "I don't know why I'm feeling this way. It just seems if something is too good to be true then it always is. This is like a dream to me, House. It doesn't seem real at all and my brain keeps coming up with all these crazy ideas about it. I'm over-thinking it way too much."
"Then stop over-thinking," he said in an exasperated sigh. "Will you believe me when I tell you that I'm not going anywhere? Why would I want to? This last week has been one of the best times I've had since…."
"Wilson?"
"Yeah," he said with one of his sexy grins. "I'd have to be an idiot to give that up. We're going to christen every inch of the hotel room and I have no doubt we'll do the same when we get back to your place."
"But that's just it, House," she said. "It's my place. What would it take for you to consider it yours as well? Ours. "
He didn't have an answer.
Cameron picked up her mug and took a long sip as she considered her words. "If I asked you to move in, to live with me…would you?"
He smiled at her. "Do you really need to ask?"
She shrugged, then smiled at him, looking a little sheepish. "I guess I just need an official answer, instead of simply assuming."
He gave her hand a squeeze. "Yes, I want to stay."
"Good."
"Good. Now that's settled, may I suggest we go back in and decide which area to christen first?"
She laughed and got up. "Sounds like a good idea to me."
House grabbed his cane and followed her.
The End.