Everyboydy's Free

A/N: This felt like it needed a little rounding off so I came up with this short chapter.


(In The End)

Cameron flopped onto House's chest exhausted and sweaty, her thighs aching and her body still clutching at his slowly softening length.

"Cameron." he murmured softly after a few moments.

"Mmm."

"Don't suppose there are any cookies left?"

"Uh-uh." she responded negatively.

He grunted softly in annoyance.

"But I'm hungry." he whined.

"What time is it?" she said to herself. Lifting her head, the alarm clock show that it was close to 7pm. "Dinner?"

They had spent a glorious afternoon exploring each others bodies culminating in another long and sensual bout of sex. And Cameron had to admit she'd worked up quite an appetite too.

"But that means going outside. And getting dressed." he said smoothing his hands over her ass.

"True. But it also means undressing me later."

House pouted and sighed deeply. "Promise?"

"Yes, I promise." she said pressing her lips softly to his.

His hands smoothed up her back as he kissed her back slowly and thoroughly.

She sighed contentedly, her hand cupping his cheek.

"This feels so good" she whispered softly.

"Hmmm," he hummed agreeably. "And you want to go to a restaurant and eat."

"You said you were hungry and I need food if we're gonna have sex again."

"Can't argue with that." he said rolling her onto her back and grinning down at her. "Dinner it is then." he said, reluctantly removing his body from hers.

He limped around the room collecting his clothes and tossing hers with careful precision directly at her face.

She giggled and started dressing. She drew on her panties, bra and blouse before making her way over to her suitcase in search of something a little lighter than the pants she'd worn that morning.

"Can I undress you now?" House asked stepping up behind her, his fingers toying with the elastic of her panties.

"No, dinner first."

"Why do you have to make things so hard?" he said leaning in, pressing his half hard cock against her ass.

She groaned softly and leaned back into him.

"I promise I'll work very diligently to make things hard again later." she said standing upright.

"Well, if you're wearing these to dinner," he said taking the shorts from her hands and holding them up for his inspection, "I don't think you'll have too much trouble."


His hand rested on the small of her back as they stepped into the restaurant. It was busy, very busy. She felt herself shrink slightly and hesitate.

House leaned closer, putting his arm around her more firmly. "Just enjoy yourself, Cameron." he said echoing his words from earlier that day.

She smiled softly and further into his embrace as the maitre d' checked their room numbers and located them a table. With a polite smile, he led them over to a large booth and offered them a menu.

"Can I take..."

"Two scotches." House stated.

The maitre d' nodded, and turning on his heel.

Cameron raised her eyebrows in question at House.

"You did say you'd share a scotch with me earlier."

"True... I just don't know if it's the best drink to go with steak."

"Everything goes with steak." he replied.

Cameron smirked and returned to perusing her menu but with each description of a menu item she found her attentions wandering back to House; remembering how delicious he tasted, thinking about how she might describe him, longing to taste him again.

"What?" he asked, catching her staring.

She smiled and took her bottom lip into her mouth, imaging that she was still able to taste him.

He smirked able to sense where her mind was at. "Food first. Know what you're having?"

"Sirloin, fries, peppercorn sauce and sauteed vegetables. And a brownie sundae too."

House nodded.

"Quite an appetite you have there. Every time I see you eat at work you seem to just pick at a salad or something."

"I don't think our job qualifies as a strenuous activity most of the time."

"But one afternoon with me and your picking out at 16oz steak and a big enough sweet for two?"

"I'm preparing for the evening ahead as well."

He grinned.

"I like your thinking. I'll have the same." he said setting down his menu and leaning closer. "So, about this evening... what did you have in mind?"

Cameron smiled setting down her menu and opening her mouth...

"House!"

The couple sighed and turned their heads to look out across the tables seeing Chase waving at them and making his way over.

House groaned softly and wished the waiter would arrive with their drinks already.

Still, as Cameron shimmied around to his side and he set his arm across her shoulders he figured it could have been worse. And the sight of Chase's confused and slightly disgusted face was just the icing on the cake.

"Hey." he said taking a seat at the booth. "You ran two off pretty quick earlier. Everything okay?"

"She had a desperate need for my body. Barely made it back to the room before she ripped my clothes off."

Chase closed his eyes and shook his head. "I didn't need to know that."

"You did ask."

"Have you ordered yet?" Chase said reaching for a menu.

House set his hand on the menu preventing him from lifting it.

"Did it occur to you that we might want to eat alone?" he said in a dangerously low tone.

The Australian's eyebrows rose up in surprise.

A tense silence settled between the three.

It was shattered by the sound of Foreman dropping a large duffle bag to the floor beside their table. "Hey guys." he sighed making a shooing motion to Chase so that he could take a seat.

Chase looked up at Foreman before returning his gaze to House wondering what he should do. House leaned back and removed his hand from the menu, resigned to leaving his imagination to try figure out what exactly Cameron has planned for them later.

Chase moved over and Foreman slid into the booth next to him picking up the menu and staring at it with a vacant expression.

"So what's with the bag?" Chase asked trying to make conversation, though he was clearly astounded that Foreman had yet to clock House's arm around Cameron's shoulders.

"Things weren't working out with Sharon." he answered.

"She kicked you out?"

"I left. Hotel's fully booked for the conference though, I'll need to check into another hotel after dinner."

"Aw I'm sorry, Foreman." Cameron said emphatically.

"Have my room." House with a shrug.

"Yeah, ri..." Foreman said looking up at them properly, his speech faltering as he took in their closeness, a frown spreading across his brow.

House smirked, leaning closer to Cameron as he murmured.

"You don't mind if I sleep over again, do you Cameron?"

"I thought that was the plan." she responded in the same amused tone.

"I haven't really be read into the plan now, have I?" he said looking down at her, "Though, if Chase hadn't shown up, I'm sure I'd be well versed by now."

"Hey, I was going to leave until Foreman showed up. Still can."

House opened his mouth but Cameron beat him to it.

"Stay. Eat."

Chase nodded and returned to his perusal of the menu.

"Wait, wait, wait." Said Foreman holing up his hands. "You two are... what?"

Cameron remained quiet, House had assured her that whatever this was it was more than sex but she had no idea how much more.

"Well, I haven't given her my letterman jacket yet but we're going steady." he said in a slightly higher pitched voice. Before resuming in his normal voice. "This isn't high school, Foreman."

"But..."

"Your drinks." The waiter said arriving and setting down to large scotches.

Foreman and Chase stared as Cameron picked up a glass of whiskey and took a sip. "What?" she asked, a hint of mild irritation in her voice.

"Can I take your order?" the waiter asked.

"Yes. Two Sirloins with fries and a side of sauteed veg and peppercorn sauce. Then two brownie sundaes for dessert." House said ordering for both him and Cameron.

"That's a lot of food." Chase said eying Cameron suspiciously.

House opened his mouth to speak but he was beaten to the punch.

"We worked up quite an appetite what with all the wild kinky sex we had this afternoon." she shot back at him, "Now, are you going to order?"

Chase gulped and nodded returning his eyes to the menu.

"I'll have what he's having." Foreman said leaning back into the booth.

House just grinned and murmured. "In your dreams, Foreman."


The meal passed quickly without any further mention of House and Cameron's budding relationship.

"Drinks?" Chase asked once the meal was cleared.

"Nope. I'm gonna grab my stuff outta my room then get naked with Cameron in hers."

Cameron covered her face with her hands.

"There will probably be drinks but you most certainly are not invited."

"Okay, I am out of here."

Foreman sighed and let him out picking up his bag as Chase made his way to the bar.

"You're sure it's okay for me to have your room?" he asked, his gaze flicking at Cameron.

"Yes." House replied getting to his feet.

"It's fine, Foreman." Cameron confirmed.

He nodded and made their way to the elevator.

Arriving on the right floor, they stepped out into the hall. Cameron smiled at House then turned right. House tilted his head and watched her go.

"Do you have to do that?"

"Have to? No. I want to and I can." He said turning left and leading the way to his room.

It took just a few minutes for him to pull all his stuff together from his room and zip up his suitcase.

"House." Foreman said as House wheeled his case to the door.

"What?"

"What are you doing?"

"Leaving."

"I mean..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know what you mean." House said looking down at his case. "I... We're figuring it out."

"You like her?"

House didn't say anything, just looked at him and gave the slightest nod.

"Okay. Good luck. Try not to kill each other."

"The sex is good but..."

"House."

He nodded. "See you in the morning."

The door swung closed behind him.

House ambled along the corridor, coming to a stop outside Cameron's room. He raised his cane about to knock but stopped.

What was he doing?


He stared into the bottom of his glass as he sipped the last drop of his fourth scotch, slightly distorted by the glass he saw Cameron sway over the threshold and make her way over to him.

"Two more." she said to the bartender taking the seat next to him. "So, that didn't take long."

He glanced over at her.

She turned and caught his eye.

House raised his eyebrow in a silent question.

"I expected you to freak out at some point, just didn't think it would be so soon." She reached for her drink. "What did Foreman say to you?"

"Nothing important."

"And yet you came here to drink instead of coming back to my room."

He sighed and downed his glass in one before indicating to the bartender for another.

"Greg." she said softly.

House closed his eyes and tried to force out memories of her crying out his given name just a few hours ago.

"You know, it's not like I expected this to happen. I like you, have done for a while now. I've really liked spending time with you the past two days. I loved the sex. I want more; more sex, more time with you."

"How can you..."

"Every relationship starts with taking a chance."

"And you wanna take a chance with me?"

"Yeah."

"There's got to be something seriously wrong with you."

"I can't help how I feel about you."

"Maybe, but you can choose what you do about it."

"You wouldn't be worrying if you didn't care."

"Who say's I'm worrying? Maybe I just wanted to enjoy a quiet drink."

The bartender brought over another glass of scotch and set it in front of him, House took the glass in hand but before he could lift it to his lips Cameron set her hand on the rim.

She stood and he stared up at her.

He could feel his body shudder as she leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"You can do what you like, House. I'd just prefer it was me. You know where I am if you change your mind."

He breathed.

It was a mistake as his body filled with her heady scent. Dear god, she was intoxicating. He couldn't help his arms sliding around her waist pulling her closer. It seemed entirely natural to press his nose to her neck and breathe deeply.

It was impossible to hide how he felt now that he knew what she felt like in his arms, against his lips, bouncing up and down on his cock.

"Allison." he murmured softly, speaking her given name for the first time.

"What do you want, Greg?"

He sighed softly as he brushed his lips against her collarbone.

"You. But..."

"Let's start with that and go from there okay?" she said cupping his cheeks.

He looked up at her.

"You sure you want me?"

"Very sure." she said with a grin. "So... back to our room?"

"Our room. I like the sound of that." he said standing and pressing his lips to hers.


Cameron smiled up at him as she lay down on the bed and beckoned him over. She watched closely as he hesitated before moving closer and laying down beside her.

His gaze seemed to peer into her very soul, he was searching for the reason why she wanted him. The thing is she wasn't really sure herself, all she knew was that her world would be worse off without him.

"You okay?" she asked softly, smoothing her hand over his cheek.

His answer was to arms tight around her waist and pull her close, burying his nose in her hair.

"So is that a yes or a no?

"Yes." he breathed. "Yes." House said again moving to look her in the eye.

She smiled and seemed to glow from the very deepest part of herself.

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards and he murmured with solemn reverence, "You're beautiful."

A blush began to spread over her cheeks but before pink could become red he pressed his lips to hers and set to work making her forget any embarrassment.


Pjs on.

Teeth brushed.

Lights out.

They settled together on the bed, the darkness wrapping around them.

"Goodnight, Allison." he murmured into her hair, hugging her body close.

"Goodnight, Greg." came her sleepy whisper.


The sun crept through the curtains waking the new couple. They spoke no words as they took turns visiting the bathroom. Smiles were shared as clothes were removed and their bodies came together.

"Good morning." House muttered between pants as he held her in their post-coital bliss.

"It certainly is." Cameron replied into his chest.

He smiled widely and nuzzled her neck until she turned her head and put her lips to his.

She sighed softly into his embrace.

"Don't suppose you ordered breakfast again?" he murmured against her lips.

"Nope." she said settling down on his chest once more.

His fingertips drifted up and down her back, slowly and teasingly. She shuddered and somehow shifted closer.

"I'm never going to move from this spot if you keep doing that."

"Maybe I don't want you to move." he said softly his fingers continuing to move over her skin.

She tilted her head and looked up at him.

"Just maybe?" she said playfully.

He smiled softly and murmured a single word. "Stay."

Her lips ghosted across his, closing his eyes he lost himself in that delicate touch.

"I'm not going anywhere." she promised reluctantly removing her body from his, standing and stretching. She was confident in her body and enjoyed the feeling of his eyes appraising her as she worked the kinks from her back and stretched her aching and usually unused muscles.

Casting her eyes over his entirely relaxed and naked form, she found a smile spreading across her own lips.

Eyes met and smiles widened further, the day drifted lazily on.


"This isn't right." Cameron said looking at her ticket.

"What?" House asked with a sigh, focused on his video game.

"It says I'm in business class. They must have made a mistake." she said worrying she may have gotten someone else's seat. "I'm going to talk to the attendants."

She made to stand but before she could get her feet under her House muttered.

"Wait." a moment passed as he leveled up in his game, he took the opportunity to glance over at her ticket. "It's right." he said returning to his game. "You're in the seat next to me."

"How did you...?"

"I got us upgraded. No chance of me arguing with Foreman if we're not even in the same cabin, you can sleep all you like."

A smile spread over her lips as she watched him continue to play his game. Leaning in she kissed him sweetly on the cheek. He was still focused on his game but the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

Cameron rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes.

She drifted between consciousness and slumber sure in the knowledge that everything was going to be okay.