A/N: Well here we are at the FINAL chapter. And when we say final, that means there's no sequels and no epilogue planned. While we love the fact that you guys want more, sometimes there's just no more to write with a story and/or we lose motivation. It happens. But don't despair, there may be another story in the works. So stay tuned. In the meantime, enjoy this chapter. There's some steamy stuff goin on as promised. Thanks so much for your awesome comments and for reading. We love you guys!

Chapter Six

He took them out of New Jersey and into Philadelphia where they spent the day since Cameron had never visited.

"I can't believe you've lived out here all these years but you've never seen the Liberty Bell or Independence Hall. What's up with that?" House asked.

Cameron laughed. "I don't know. I just never got around to it. When would I have time? You ran us ragged."

"True, but there's always time for history."

"So where are we going next?"

"Blues club, but they have a good menu and sometimes they let people come up and jam with them."

"Would you play a song for me?" she asked with a gleam of desire in her eyes.

"I might. If you're good," he said with a sexy grin.

"I'm always good, House."

"Are you?"

"I'm here, aren't I?" she smiled up at him.

"Mhm," he nodded as they made their way back to his bike.

"The club isn't in town?"

"No, it's halfway home, just off the highway."

"So an out of the way place. Sounds perfect for you."

"Are you calling me a recluse?" he chuckled as he put his helmet on.

"If the shoe fits," she teased back.

"You're going to pay for that."

"I hope so."

It was about a half hour ride to the club and Cameron was so cold she was shivering.

"You okay?"

"I'm f-freezing. It got r-really cold tonight."

He was a little concerned at how much her teeth were chattering so when they climbed off the bike, he pulled her into his arms and held her against him. His hands rubbed her back in an effort to warm her up further.

Cameron was shocked. House never made any public displays of affection and she didn't know what to think or say. So she just stood there with her hands pressed against his chest as he held her. The smell of him was so comforting that she closed her eyes and rested her cheek against his shoulder.

"House?"

"Yeah?"

"If I forget t-to tell you l-later, I had a great day."

"The day's not over yet," he said as he looked down at her. His hair was a little out of place, sticking out in tufts on the side and she just wanted to run her hands through it. Unable to stop herself, she did just that.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking a little confused as her hands touched his face and then ran through his greying hair.

"Waiting."

"For what?"

"For y-you to kiss me."

Her fingers in his hair were distracting and his brain was in a fog. Whatever snarky comeback he was going to say was lost. Was this her way of letting him know she was willing to be with him? There was only one way to find out.

"House...I have to t-tell you s-something."

"Now? Here?"

"If I don't s-say it now I'll l-lose my nerve."

He was more concerned about how much she was shivering than what she might say.

"Okay. What?"

She took a breath, to draw her courage. "I l-love you."

While it didn't come as much of a surprise, it was still amazing someone like her could ever love someone like him.

Not knowing what else to say, he bent his head and kissed her deeply, squeezing her tighter as he did so.

When the kiss finally ended, Cameron was warm all over and no longer quivering as she clung to him.

"Well...I'm warmed up now," she sighed.

"You know," he began, "we could just forget the club…"

"Yes, we could," she said with a brisk nod, "but I'm hungry, and you like the blues so we can at least stay for dinner."

"Deal," he said and then opened the door for her to go in. They found a booth for two near the back where they could still see and hear the band, but was quiet enough that they could talk. Not that he planned on doing much talking.

"So what made you change your mind?" he asked her once their second round of drinks came, along with the menus.

Cameron perused the menu as she thought about his question. "I don't know. I guess I figured if I didn't do something, you'd lose interest and I might never get another chance. And with Dominika away, I guess part of me felt a little…"

"Naughty?" he asked, grinning at her like the Cheshire Cat.

"I don't know if I know how to be naughty."

"I'll teach you," he whispered in her ear. His hand disappeared under the table and gently rested on her knee as their server came by to take their orders.

When it was Cameron's turn to order, House's hand slid higher up her thigh and gave it a slight squeeze, causing her to gasp slightly.

Once the server left, Cameron laughed. "You are so bad. Are you even going to try to behave?"

"How long have you known me?"

"Good point. I've just never seen you like this."

"Like I said, the night isn't over yet."

He was kissing and nibbling her neck while he whispered all the things he had planned for her when they got back to his apartment.

"Are your panties wet?" he asked as he rubbed the inside of her thigh, feeling her heat.

Cameron swallowed hard. Her mouth was suddenly dry as she tried to think of an answer. All she could do was nod and moan softly as his fingers expertly unbuckled her belt and unzipped her jeans.

"Oh God...House...what are you doing?"

"Giving you a preview of coming attractions," he growled as he lowered her zipper all the way down and slipped his hand inside. Their server came by and House ordered another round for her and a Coke for himself.

"Mmm, you're so wet," he whispered in her ear.

"Always...for you…"

"I like that."

"Are you...trying to get me drunk, House?" she asked breathlessly. She reached for her drink, still parched.

"Not at all, just tipsy. We'll eat, and then we'll go home so I can have you for dessert," he whispered as his fingers gently rubbed her through the fabric of her underwear.

Cameron couldn't think anymore. House's fingers were way too distracting as they stroked and circled, but didn't touch that one spot that needed to be touched the most. Every muscle in her body tensed and the only thing she could think of was the sweet release that was quickly approaching.

However, their dinners arrived and House's hand immediately withdrew from her jeans.

"You're a bastard," she muttered, but she wasn't upset, just severely frustrated.

"There's plenty more where that came from," he assured her as he took a big bite of his burger.

"God, I hope so."

"If you're going to blame anyone, blame our server," he chuckled. "How close were you?"

"Extremely."

"Oh dear, now you're going to have wet panties all the way home."

"Yes I will."

House made sure to eat faster than he usually did and when they were done, he asked for the bill, paid, and they quickly left.

All he could think about as he rode home was what he was going to do to her. He had all kinds of visions in his head and his jeans began to feel quite snug. Good thing they were almost home.

Home, he thought to himself. Wherever Cameron was, he considered it home, and it was comforting.

He parked the bike out front and Cameron immediately took him by the arm and impatiently waited for him to unlock the door to the apartment. As soon as they were inside and the door was locked, their helmets fell to the floor with a clatter as they worked at getting their jackets off. He shoved hers off her shoulders and his lips went for her throat and neck.

She rolled her head back to give him better access as her hands slid up his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt. Once she had all the buttons undone, she tugged it off of him, the hem of his t-shirt under it and pulled it over his head.

"House, yes," she whispered as her nails raked over his nipples and then she kissed the base of his throat and across his clavicle.

His hands slipped under her shirt and up her back, unhooked her bra and tugged the straps off her shoulders. She tugged her own shirt off, taking her bra with it and dropping it on the floor on the way to his bedroom. Their kisses became more intense and he worked at unbuckling her belt.

"Get 'em off," he whispered between kisses as he tried shoving her jeans down her hips but they were too tight.

"You first." She knew he was self conscious about his leg but he didn't hesitate getting his pants off, leaving just his shorts on, and a very impressive tent in them.

Cameron grasped his cock through his shorts and he groaned. "Oh yeah…"

"Mmm you feel so good…" she whispered as she stroked him through his shorts.

He kissed her again and pulled her down on the bed with him. They laid side by side, facing each other as they let their hands wander and explore.

When she shivered, he insisted they get under the covers and he quickly removed his shorts while she removed her underwear. He moved on top of her, placing kisses all over, making his way down her body.

Cameron gripped the sheets when his warm mouth closed over her nipple and she cried out. "House! Yes! More…"

He moved over to the other breast and flicked it with his tongue, swirling it around and gently nipping at it with his teeth. His cock rubbed against her stomach as he continued to lavish attention to her breasts.

"House...mmm...so good...don't stop."

He continued to kiss his way downwards, across her stomach and along the inside of her thigh as his hands caressed her legs to the point where she didn't think she could stand anymore.

As soon as Cameron felt the warmth of his hot tongue against her core, she cried out and her whole body shook with the force of her climax, which surprised her. House was relentless, lapping at her juices like a thirsty man in the desert.

She was so warm and sweet he couldn't get enough of her and when she was spent, he reached into the side drawer for a condom but she stopped him.

"No, I want to feel you, not latex."

House considered that. "I hope you're on the pill or something."

"Or something," she grinned. "I trust you, House. And yes, I did get tested after my last boyfriend and I'm clean."

That was good enough for him, so he closed the drawer and resumed his spot between her legs. His cock, still at full salute, was so hard it hurt.

She reached up and placed her hand against his cheek and he leaned into her touch.

"Make love to me, House."

Those words wouldn't have sounded sexier coming out of anyone else's mouth. His lips softly brushed against hers as their bodies joined.

Again, Cameron cried out as she dug her nails into his back, giving herself completely to the man she'd been in love with for what seemed like always. And she would be, forever.

And now there they were, in House's bed, and she still couldn't get her head around the idea.

"Cameron…so fucking sexy," House murmured as he moved slowly and deliberately, taking his time.

"Please, call me...Allison."

House cleared his throat as he continued to pepper her neck and face with kisses. "Allison, huh?" He reached down and rubbed her clit in quick circles. "Only if you'll call me Greg."

"Greg!"

Just hearing her scream his name was almost enough to make him lose control, and control was something he always prided himself on. However, somehow with Cameron he didn't seem to have any control. His hands slid out to hers, pinning them down as he began to move faster and deeper.

"Yes! Harder! Oh God, Greg! Harder!"

He gave it to her exactly the way she wanted it and he was about to go over the edge.

"So close...Greg…"

"Come with me," he growled in her ear as he increased the intensity. His hands then slipped under her back to grip her shoulders as he buried his face in between her breasts.

"Yes! I'm coming, oh God…" she cried out as she arched her back and gripped the sheets. Her climax was powerful and it wracked her whole body.

Her inner walls squeezed his cock and he saw fireworks behind his eyelids as he tumbled over the abyss with her. It felt like he was falling and when it was over, he opened his eyes for a moment. It all felt like some crazy dream, but when he looked over at Cameron, she was on her side, smiling at him seductively.

"I...I have no words for what that was…" she whispered, a little out of breath.

"Well when you do, I hope they're good words."

She playfully slapped his arm. "Obviously."

"Hey," he growled. "Geesh, just like a woman. Give her great sex and she thinks she can abuse us all they want."

Cameron laughed and rolled onto her back. "Oh please."

They lay in silence for a few minutes until she got up to use the bathroom. When she came back, House had thrown on a T-shirt and pajama pants and was sitting up in bed reading a medical journal.

Cameron went to her bedroom, changed into her usual tank top and sleep shorts and returned to House's bed.

"So...what now?" she asked as she settled into bed next to him.

"I'm just going to finish reading this and then go to sleep," he murmured as he continued to read.

"No, I mean what's going to happen when Dominika comes home?"

House shrugged. "I haven't thought about it."

"Well, think about it, then," Cameron said and then rubbed her hands over her face. "Oh my God...Dominika's going to kill me. I mean...this is the ultimate betrayal…"

"Oh relax. She's fucking that restaurant guy. She won't give a crap about what we're doing."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know her. So stop worrying about it. I'm not."

He could tell Cameron wasn't convinced by the way she rolled over, faced away from him and pulled the covers up over her.

He sighed, put the journal on the side table and turned off the lamp. Then he rolled over and gently rubbed her shoulder. "What? You're mad at me now?"

"No."

"Then what's got your lacy panties in a twist?" he asked.

"You're married-"

"And my wife is your bestie, I know. But I don't love her. I love you."

Cameron rolled over and looked at him with wide eyes. "You do?"

House sighed. "Yes. Can we go to sleep now?"

"But what about Dominika?"

House growled and grabbed his phone. He quickly dialed a number and waited.

"You with restaurant guy?" he asked.

Cameron sat up.

"Thought so. I'm with your BFF. In bed. We had sex and now she feels like she betrayed you."

He turned to Cameron and handed her the phone. "She wants to talk to you."

Cameron shook her head but House shoved the phone in her hand.

"Allison?" Dominika asked.

"Yes. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you-"

"Stop. This is what I wanted. You love each other. House and I can get divorce. I love Paolo. I want to marry him."

Cameron sat in stunned silence until House took the phone from her.

"So we getting divorced?" he asked. "Good."

He hung up the phone and turned to Cameron. "We good?"

She nodded.

"Good. Now let's get some sleep."

He laid down and pulled her down next to him. Slowly she began to relax as House stroked her hair.

"You wanna get married once my divorce is final?" he asked.

"Do you?" she asked as she glanced up at him.

"Yeah."

"Okay. Once your divorce is final, we'll go to City Hall and get married."

"Just us," House told her. "Always just us."

"Just us," she smiled.

The End