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Chapter Twelve

"No!"

Cameron sat up in bed suddenly, her whole body bathed in cold, clammy sweat. He screams woke House.

"Whoa..hang on…" he said as he reached over and turned on the lamp. "Cameron, it's ok…" he assured her. When he touched her, she jumped but then turned to look at him. Tears slid down her cheeks and her eyes were wide.

"House?"

"Yeah it's me, you're okay," he told her, and then smiled when she started touching his face all over, like she was memorizing his features, or that she couldn't believe it was him. "Another nightmare?"

"Yeah," she said as she wiped at the tears that continued to fall. "About Daniel…"

"He's not getting out of prison again, Cameron," he reassured her.. "I spoke to Nolan, my shrink at Mayfield. He's going to recommend Daniel be sent to Ancora."

"What's that? A prison?"

"It's not just a prison, but a prison for the criminally insane. Think Hannibal Lector and the Silence of the Lambs."

"Will they really send him there?"

"Based on my recommendation, Nolan's and the charges against him? They'd be stupid not to. In fact, if they had half a brain back in the day, they should have sent him there after he killed your sister in that fire," House said as he gently stroked her hair. "He'll never see the light of day again. I promise."

Somehow she believed him. One thing she learned about House was he always told the truth, and he did the things he did because it was right, the consequences be damned.

House turned the lamp off and pulled her against him as they lay back in bed. "Try and get some sleep."

"I'm wide awake now though," she sighed as her fingers played with the hair on his chest.

"Is that so? Hmm...what to do?" he said as his fingers tapped a rhythm on her shoulder.

A sly grin formed on her lips. "Well, I know one thing we could do. But, you're probably too tired," she said teasingly as she turned away from him.

"Says who?" he growled in her ear before nibbling at it. His arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her against him, his erection poking her back, which made her giggle in spite of herself.

"You woke me up, woman...now pay the consequences."

He began to explore her body with his hands as he spooned up against her. "I love it when you do that," she whispered as she looked over her shoulder at him. He captured her lips with a long, hot kiss and slipped his tongue against hers.

"What else do you like?" he asked her as he continued his exploration of her body and his kisses across her neck and shoulders.

"Everything. Don't stop."

"I have no intention of doing that."

He suddenly rolled them over so she was on her back and began to trail kisses down her body and then up again. He loomed over her, holding her wrists down against the pillow.

"What do you want?" he asked as he leaned down to nip at her neck

"You know what I want," she replied breathlessly.

"I want you to tell me."

"I like what you're doing right now."

"What else?"

Cameron looked up at him. Should she tell him about the dreams she had about him? Just the thought of them heated her skin and made her nipples hard. Biting her lip, she looked over his shoulder.

"I used to have dreams about you," she told him.

He released her hands and rolled to lie beside her his head propped up on his hand. Reaching out, he placed his other hand on her stomach.

"Naughty dreams?" he teased.

"Yes," she relied softly.

"Tell me about them and I'll make them a reality."

Cameron sat up and looked at him. "You won't use this against me?"

House flopped back on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. He put one hand to his forehead and sighed dramatically. "I'm hurt, really hurt…" he began but Cameron stopped him by leaning over and kissing him.

"I'll tell you," she whispered against his lips. She kissed a trail to his ear. "In one, I was naked on a bed and I was tied up…."

House was up and digging through his closet before she could finish. She sat up and watched him with amusement. He returned to the bed with five ties.

"Stole them from Wilson," he told her as he looked down at them. "He still doesn't know what happened to them."

"Don't you want to hear about the dream?" she asked as she lay back on the bed.

"Don't need to," he grinned as he dropped the silk ties on the bed. He tapped the side of his head. "Got lots of good, kinky ideas up here. I watch porn, you know."

"Yes, I know you do," she laughed.

"Talking time is over. Screaming my name time is about to start."

He picked up one of the ties and used it to blindfold her. "Too tight?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"Good. Spread your arms and legs out."

Cameron did as he instructed and he tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

"You need a safe word," he whispered in her ear.

"Reality," she responded.

"Okay," he told her. "If I do anything you don't like or you get scared just say that word and I'll stop."

She nodded. She could hear his uneven tread as he moved around the bedroom. Then she heard him leave. He returned and she felt the bed dip as he sat down next to her. Not being able to see made her hyper aware of his presence, the clean scent of him and the warmth radiating from him. She gasped when his warm breath flowed over her nipples. A low moan rumbled in her chest when something cool and sticky flowed over her breasts. The moan became a keening cry when House's tongue slid against the underside of her right breast. The sweet scent of honey tickled her nose. He licked and sucked every drop of the honey off her breasts. When he pulled back, she whimpered. Sweat covered her and desire skated over her skin, hot and sharp. Her body jerked as House skimmed his fingers over her stomach. His warm mouth pressed against her neck as he began to suck and bite her gently. His fingers lightly brushed the thin strip of hair between her legs. Her hips lifted off the bed and she groaned his name. He cupped her, his palm pressing against her. Then his fingers slipped between her folds and tickled her nub. Between the feel of his lips, teeth, and tongue against her throat and his fingers against her clit, she felt like she might explode. Then his mouth began to move down her body, licking and nipping. He stopped to suck on each breast causing the throbbing between her legs to increase. Sweat rolled off her and every muscle in her body tightened.

"House!" she moaned as he moved to rest between her thighs.

He stroked her hips and she felt his stubble against the inside of her left thigh as he nipped at her. She pulled against the ties and thrust up against him. He pushed her hips down on the bed as his mouth brushed against her. His tongue slipped in where his fingers were moments ago and he slowly began to lave her swollen nub. She thrashed around on the bed but he held her hips down. She felt the muscles in her belly tighten and she panted his name over and over. Then his teeth grazed her and everything exploded. Pleasure pounded through her causing her to writhe and moan. She could actually feel the blood as it pumped through her veins. Guttural moans pushed up from her chest. She shuddered as he pulled back. Her heart beat so hard she knew he could see it. Breathing was nearly impossible. Slowly, she began to relax as her orgasm floated through her. Sweat poured off her and soaked the sheets. She began to relax against her bonds as her body seemed to become fluid. Soft purring noises vibrated in her throat. She flicked the tip of her tongue over her lips. Finally, her breathing slowed and she sighed as he removed one hand from her hips and dipped three fingers inside her. Heat bloomed on her skin as he stroked her. Her breathing hitched and caught as his fingertips pressed against the pleasure spot on her inner muscles. His fingers pressed harder and desire spiraled out from that spot. There was a loud rip as one of the ties holding her leg tore free. Wrapping her leg around his back, she pushed against his hand. Then his fingers dug in and she was lost. Her screams echoed off the walls as she arched up off the bed. Another tie ripped and her hand was free. She grasped the sheet and twisted it as fire roared through her body. Thinking was impossible so she just gave in to the feeling pouring over her. The love she felt for him seemed to flow out of every pore.

"I love you," she gasped.

As she said the words, her body began its slow descent. She sank into the sweat dampened sheets and her body trembled as he moved away. Slowly, she opened her eyes as he untied the remaining ties and then lay beside her. The heat in her core dissipated and she felt all her muscles relax. Her breathing slowed and her heart thudded slowly in her chest. She felt weightless. Slowly, she turned her head and looked at him.

"I love you," she whispered again.

He pressed a kiss against the side of her mouth. "I want to say it but it's not easy," he whispered.

Her eyes drooped as sleep began to overtake her. "Wanting to is enough for now," she told him.

He removed the ties and tossed them on the floor. She felt the covers settle over her and then the warmth of House's body as he pulled her close. Her eyes closed and she tumbled into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Several hours later, House eased out of bed. Cameron didn't move. He limped into the bathroom, closing the door carefully. He bathed quickly and went back into the bedroom. As quietly as possible, he dressed, grabbed his cane and went to the kitchen.

Cameron was still sound asleep when he came back with a cup of coffee. He put it on the bedside table and sat down next to her. He gently shook her shoulder until her eyes fluttered open.

"You've been asleep long enough," he told her with a grin. "I brought you coffee."

Slowly, she sat up and the covers fell away revealing her breasts. She leaned over and picked up the mug. Sipping from it, she leaned back against the headboard.

"It's good," she told him.

House looked down at the rumpled sheets. "Do you remember what you said?"

"I love you," she responded.

He looked up at her. She smiled.

"I remember you told me you want to say it but it isn't easy. It isn't. You've shown me how much you love me. I can wait until you're ready to say the words," she assured him

He leaned forward and kissed her.

A month later while she sat beside him as he played the piano, he told her.

The End