Continued...

House woke up in the morning to the smells of coffee and bacon wafting from the kitchen and he stretched. After popping a couple of Vicodin, he used the bathroom and shuffled into the kitchen to find Cameron cooking up a big breakfast.

"Did I have all this food in my fridge?"

"No. I went out early and got some stuff. I figured it's the least I could do for you for coming to my rescue last night."

House leaned over her shoulder to see what she was cooking but she shooed him away. "The coffee is ready."

"Want some?"

"Please."

House poured them each some coffee and leaned against the counter to watch her. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah I slept fine."

Cameron plated some bacon, eggs and toast onto a plate for him and herself and moved into the living room.

They ate in silence in front of the TV and when they were done, he helped her clean up. It was a very strange, domesticated feeling but House was surprised to find it didn't bother him. In fact, he kind of liked it.

"It's Christmas Eve. Did you have any plans?" he asked her.

Cameron shook her head. "Did you?"

"Nope. I was thinking of going into town for a few things."

"Oh," she said, waiting for him to kick her out.

"Did you want to go with me?"

House was amused at how fast her expression changed from sad to excited. "Sure. Beats sitting around here doing nothing all day."

"Well, we could change that," he said softly as he took a step closer to her, pinning her against the counter. "And do something."

She smiled up at him, making no move to escape. "Something like what?"

His hands slid down her arms and around her waist, pulling her against him. "Whatever you want."

"Well, the idea of going into town is good. Then we can come back here and just have a quiet evening in. I'll make us some popcorn."

"And hot chocolate? With marshmallows?" he asked, his eyes wide with excitement, which made her giggle.

"Of course."

"Sold," he grinned and then stepped back from her. "Come on. Let's get dressed and head out before it gets crazy."

He drove them to the nearest mall and they split up for awhile. She insisted on getting him something so he let her. He'd never turn down presents. He wanted to get her something as well. He wasn't sure what, but he knew when he saw it and slipped into the store to make the purchase. They met up an hour later, got a coffee and people watched for awhile before heading home.

Cameron went about starting dinner. House requested pasta with some wine and while she was busy in the kitchen, he took the time to write a little message in the Christmas card he got to go with her present. When he was done, he hid it in one of the drawers and returned to the kitchen to snag a piece of sourdough she was using for the garlic bread.

"Hey!"

"Gonna stop me?" House challenged. "Like I've said before, that would require actually touching me and then things would get so sexually charged..." He took a big bite of the bread and chewed.

"Make yourself useful and pour the wine," she smirked and then went back to stirring the sauce.

"Ooo, feisty tonight. This should be fun."

They sat down to eat at the dining table that Cameron had somehow cleared off and set and enjoyed a quiet dinner. House made a pig of himself and had seconds of the pasta and at least three pieces of garlic bread, pleasing Cameron to no end.

"I might have to keep you here to cook for me. This is amazing."

She smiled back at him and then pouted. "Just to cook?"

House nearly choked on his bread at the devilish look she was giving him and it took every ounce of willpower not to grab her, bend her over the table and screw her senseless.

Later, big guy, he thought, trying to steel himself from acting out his impulses. With the dim light and the mischievous twinkle in her eye, she looked positively ravishing.

"I'm sure I could come up with other ways for you to earn your keep," he grinned back, just as wickedly.

"Is that so? What might those be?"

"Not something to be discussed at dinner."

Cameron shrugged. "After dinner then."

They finished dinner and settled in front of the TV for awhile. Cameron started sitting at one end of the couch but eventually moved closer until she was tucked against him and his arm was around her waist. When the show was over, she glanced up at him. "Hot chocolate?"

"Absolutely."

She patted his knee and got up. "See if there's anything else to watch."

Five minutes later she returned with two steaming mugs and some marshmallows. House was still channel surfing and he paused it on a cartoon.

"Oh! I love this one!" she giggled excitedly.

"'Twas the Night Before Christmas? What are you, five?"

"Oh come on! This is a classic! They don't make 'em like this anymore. Please, Greg," she pleaded, putting emphasis on his name as if it would help her case. Little did she know it didn't take much. He was already wrapped around her little finger.

"Fine," he huffed.

XXX

House was the first to wake up. Nature was calling but his leg was stiff and sore from sleeping in one position for too long. He popped a couple of Vicodin and waited for it to kick in before getting up.

He rolled over and saw Cameron sound asleep next to him, her long blonde hair fanned out on the pillow. She looked so angelic, so peaceful. He gently stroked her hair, marveling in how soft and silky it was to the touch. He seriously considered leaning over and kissing her good morning but decided against it and opting to brush his teeth first.

Once he was able, he quietly got up and used the bathroom quickly before returning to bed where it was warmer.

Cameron stirred in her sleep as House softly stroked her cheek, amazed but not surprised how soft her skin was.

The sheets were down around her waist and her sleep shirt had ridden up exposing her bare skin and the waistband of her panties.

House felt a stirring and his cock stood at attention as he watched her sleep.

Cameron was slowly waking up and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was House staring intently at her with a smirk on his handsome face.

"Mmm…what time is it?"

"A little after nine. It's Christmas morning."

She smiled back at him and propped herself up on her elbows. "So it is. Are you hungry? I could make us breakfast and then…" her voice trailed off.

"Open presents?" House grinned, looking excited as a school boy.

She laughed and nodded. "Yes. But first I gotta pee."

"I'll go start the coffee."

"Please do."

Cameron padded into the kitchen and House surprised her by sweeping her into his arms and kissing her deeply.

His tongue was warm and it mingled with hers, slowly and leisurely as if he had all the time in the world.

When the need to come up for air was too great, he broke the kiss, gently sucking on her lower lip and rested his forehead against hers.

"Merry Christmas to you, too," she said, still breathless.

"Thought I'd give you a real kiss. The one under the mistletoe was lame."

She blushed and turned away to go to the fridge. "We had an audience."

House reached for her again and pulled her close. "Yeah but we don't now."

"No, we don't."

"In fact, there's nothing stopping us from giving into temptation."

She shook her head. "Nope. We can do what we want. But, after breakfast. I'm starving."

"Me too."

Cameron made them breakfast and then they went to the living room where she presented House with two wrapped gifts. He ripped open the wrapping of the smaller one, which consisted of an itunes gift card. The second was a couple of games for his PSP.

"Best presents ever," he beamed at her. "But then, you always did give me the cool stuff."

She laughed, pleased that he liked his gifts. "What does Wilson give you?"

"Ties. That I don't wear."

"Ties aren't any fun."

"But they could be," House grinned wickedly, causing her to blush. Then he reached for a gift bag that had the Victoria's Secret logo and handed it to her.

Cameron peered inside and pulled out a red silk nightie with black lace trim and spaghetti straps. "Wow!"

"Does that mean you like it?"

She held it up, simply amazed that he chose something so personal. And on top of that, it was the right size.

"It's beautiful. Thank you, Greg," she whispered as she leaned in and kissed his cheek.

"Go try it on."

"Now?"

"Sure. I wanna see how it looks on you rather than an armless mannequin."

She trotted off down the hall to change. After a few minutes, he heard her calling him.

"Greg?"

House moved quickly down the hall and stopped cold when he arrived at the bedroom door. Cameron was lying on his bed, which had been made up and turned down, wearing the red nightie and posed provocatively.

"What do you think?" she asked, her voice thick with lust as she twirled a blond lock of hair around her finger.

"I think…I'm in big trouble." He pulled his shirt off and limped over to the bed where he stretched out next to her. That first kiss was slow and tentative, but slowly turned hot and passionate as he rolled them over so he was on top of her. His hands seemed to be everywhere, stroking the silky soft material and the skin beneath it, but he made no effort to take it off.

Somehow he knew it wasn't going to be slow and sensual like he always thought it would be with Cameron. But then, it's not like they were in any hurry. It was early and they had all day to spend in bed if they wanted.

"Mmm, Allison," he moaned as he felt her tongue on his nipples and then the hollow at the base of his throat.

He hitched her nightie up a little and slipped one hand down the front of the panties she wore to find her amazingly wet already.

"Unnghh..Greg…."

"Hmm?" he murmured in her ear as he nibbled and kissed her neck.

"Feels…good…"

"Just good?" He began working his fingers against her just right until she was thrusting against his hand in response.

"Ohh..oh God…yes…."

"That's more like it."

His mouth crashed against hers and she wrapped her arms and legs around him as he rubbed himself against her stomach. She knew it would be quick and dirty the first time and she was more than okay with it. Four years of eye sex and built up sexual tension between them had a tendency to do that.

Her hands slid down his bare back, feeling the muscles under his skin and then under the waistband of his pajama pants. After years of admiring his ass in jeans, she was turned on at the very idea that she was able to touch and feel him. House groaned again and worked his hand faster, occasionally dipping a finger inside her tight warmth while his thumb circled her clit.

"Greg…gonna cum…."

"Good…gotta get you warmed up."

She arched her back off the bed and came with a loud moan, coating his fingers with her juices. He slowly removed his hand and kissed her softly and leisurely for several minutes until she came down from her orgasmic high.

"Oh Jesus…I've never come like that before," she gasped.

"Never?"

"Nope."

"And that was just my hand. Imagine what it will be like with my tongue…" he said, accentuating it with a kiss. "Or my long, hard cock thrusting deep inside…over…and over…"

His words alone were making her hot again and she pulled him down for a rough kiss.

"Don't talk about it…just do it…please…"

God, but he loved to hear her beg. Not like he wouldn't have given into anything she asked, but to hear her ask for it was dirty as hell.

"So beautiful," he whispered as he kissed a trail down her body and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties before pulling them off. Her scent was intoxicating and he didn't hesitate to dive in and taste her with one slow lick. His tongue was so warm and so flat against her with the right amount of pressure.

Cameron literally screamed and buried her fingers in his hair as she thrust against his face and came for the second time, harder than the first.

House quickly got out of his pants, grabbed a condom and rolled it on before taking his place between her thighs.

"Oh God, yes Greg…please fuck me! I've wanted this for so long," she whimpered as he pressed the tip of his cock against her slick entrance.

He then pushed his way in and didn't move for a moment. She felt so tight and so warm that he could've stayed there all night. But she had other ideas as she began to writhe and move beneath him.

"Allison…" he murmured before fastening his lips against hers and moving in and out slowly, trying to maintain some control. It proved to be more difficult than he anticipated. Her nails were digging into his back as he tried to keep the pace. After a few minutes, he couldn't hold back anymore. "Oh God," he moaned as he pounded into her with reckless abandon. Release coming all too soon.

However, Cameron was already there, her inner walls clamped down on him and a warm wetness took over, letting him know that it was okay. She was there, and she was waiting for him. Just like she'd always waited for him. And he didn't disappoint.

He kissed her deeply as he came harder than he'd ever remembered before and collapsed, resting his head on her chest as she stroked his hair.

After several minutes, he glanced up at her to find her smiling at him. "Merry Christmas, Greg."

"Merry Christmas, Allison. You're the best present I've ever had."

"Ditto."

The end.