Two weeks had passed and House still hadn't said a word about what happened. Wilson was beginning to worry. House would sit in his office, blinds shut, and he never answered the door when he'd come by to his place, either turned up the volume on his tv or simply ignored the incessant knocks. If he hadn't gone snooping through House's things, he probably would still have felt like he had to keep watch, making sure House wouldn't do anything stupid.
As Wilson searched House's office while he was on clinic duty, he went onto his computer and saw that he and Cameron had been emailing each other everyday, so they were obviously still talking. He couldn't get himself to read them since snooping through his things was bad enough. It was odd, though, House actually responding, but it only peaked his curiosity and confused the hell out of him. Finding out enough, he left and waited patiently for House to come around and explain.
Foreman's birthday was coming up that Friday. It was six months since Cameron's fellowship ended and House still hadn't told Wilson anything, until House came into his office, with a large grin on his face and greeted him a little too pleasantly. He had asked how Wilson was doing, even offered to pay for lunch. Something was up and he was going to find out.
As they ate in the cafeteria, that Wilson took full advantage of by getting enough food to last for the rest of the week and maybe on into the next, House was very cheerful and even complimented Cuddy as she walked by. This wasn't like House and she didn't know how to react. Figuring that he must have done something wrong, she gave him an extra two hours of clinic duty, which only supported House's theory that she was the devil.
Wilson couldn't take it anymore and forced him to spill whatever it was that seemed to be making him so happy. He should have guessed, Cameron was coming back for Foreman's birthday Friday morning and planned on staying the weekend. Wilson finally asked what happened that day and after hesistating while scanning the entire cafeteria, House explained that Cameron had to leave.
The first excuse she gave was that the apartment had already been sold which House solved by saying she could live with him. The second excuse was that she couldn't work under House as a fellow and he said he'd talk to Cuddy about giving her the job as head of immunology. But she wanted to leave PPTH to find out more and grow as a doctor. Promising that she'd keep in touch and he warning her not to fall for any young doctors, she asked him to drive to the airport. House understood that she couldn't stay, she wasn't his anyway and said goodbye before she left to board the plane.
On Friday, House took a personal day, waking up early to pick up Cameron at the airport. When she saw him, she dropped all her things, hugging him, almost knocking him over as they planted kisses anywhere and everywhere their lips could touch. House was the first to pull away, embarrassed at the fact so many people were watching them, she laughed and he brought her back to his place where she was going to stay for the weekend. They went out to lunch, talking about anything that came to mind, then went back to his place so she could unpack before they met everyone else that night at the restaurant.
Rounds of shots were passed and Cameron talked about how everything was going at her new job, which she loved and working to become a department head within the next year. Everyone was joking and laughing, mostly because there was quite a bit of alcohol being consumed and that just makes everything funny. Stories about unusual cases were shared, Chase talked about his new girlfriend who happened to be working late that night, and Foreman announced his engagement. Nobody saw that one coming, and of course the jokes about Wilson's three marriages had to be told.
The topic of conversation switched to Cameron again as Chase asked if she had met anybody. Foreman noticed the redness in her cheeks and clapped as he laughed along with a few others at the table. House was the only one who wasn't pleased. Had she really been fucking someone else while he waited here? Noticing that she was putting in a lot of effort to avoid his gaze, he excused himself from the table, saying that he needed some air. Everyone looked confused, but Wilson understood. As House walked away, he could hear Foreman asking her what he was like and although he was curious, he limped faster to get out of ear shot.
Sitting on a bench outside the restaurant, thinking about how stupid he was for actually giving in to her, Wilson walked out and sat next to him. Neither said a word. The only sound came from House's cane bouncing on the ground, cars speeding by, and the laughter from couples entering and exiting the restaurant. Cameron came out a few minutes later while Wilson began to stand, but House told him to stay.
Kneeling in front of him, she grabbed his hand which he quicky pulled away, never looking at her. He couldn't. House suddenly shouted, hardly able to believe that she could play him like that, but she countered back, yelling that she never made any promises to him, didn't belong to him, but apologized if she hurt him. Speechless, House stood to get further away from her. At that moment, he didn't know what he would do and couldn't take responsibility for any wrong action he could possibly commit. Cameron looked over at Wilson who just shook his head, her lips tightened and she went after House who was around the corner, leaning against the side of the building, his back facing her.
Cameron walked up behind him, rubbing along his upper arms, then wrapping them tightly around his waist. As much as he knew he should, he couldn't push her away. After a few minutes, still standing in that position, Cameron spoke up, telling him that she had been on one date the entire six months she was gone. 'Everybody Lies' he thought, but didn't say it, only brining up the fact that she started blushing and she continued. It didn't work out on her date because she was already in love with him, hadn't told him for fear of getting hurt and wasn't sure if he wanted others to know about whatever was going on between them, if it was a secret. She couldn't see it, but House had a large smile on his face, after he exhaled a breath of relief while placing his hand to cover hers.
That night, Cameron was on her way to the kitchen to get some water when House grabbed her, swiping his arm to clear the piano bench, lying her down, kissing her lips, her jaw line, behind her ear, nipping his way down to her neck as she encouraged him through moans. Her hands roamed down his sides to the hem of his shirt, sending shivers of excitement along his spine as her fingers grazed his skin as she lifted it over his head then wasting no time to yank off her own. Pausing to admire her form lying beneath him, he told her how beautiful she was, leaning down to kiss her again with all the pent up desire locked inside while she was away.
Both were impatient after that, rushing to remove the rest of their clothing, tossing it aside. House grabbed her ass, lifting her off the bench with the intention to try and carry her to his room, but couldn't wait and rested her on the keys of his piano. Moving his hands between her thighs, she grabbed his wrist, pushing it away then locking her ankles behind him before he could protest. She grabbed his arms to yank him forcefully towards her. Getting the hint, he lifted her hips as he slipped easily into her cunt, both groaning at how good it felt. It had been a while.
Rocking together, each thrust playing the keys on the piano with their labored breathing and cries of support reverberating in the living room. Feeling her clench around his shaft, he tried biting back another groan unsuccessfully, embarrassed of the fact he was so vocal with her that even with the slightest touch an inevitable sound of pleasure would escape his lips.
Using her legs to drive him into her harder, she raked her hands across his bare chest and gently biting his nipple, her name escaped once again and he assaulted her lips, his tongue grazing before going in to deepen and to taste.
Their panting, his growls, and her moans grew louder and more powerful as release was on its way, their rhythm rough and eager to reach their climax. Calling out his name, he rubbed her clit firmly, as she begged him to cum with her. Resting her head on his shoulders, gripping onto him as he moved, if possible, more rapidly sending wave after wave of fucking bliss. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to hang on much longer, the pace on her clit increased as well as the tempo of his thrusts. Unable to hold back, House's head tilted as he panted her name, spilling his cum inside her. He swore he was about to come again when her muscles clenched around his cock as she screamed his name.
For the first time, she spent the night as House held her, staying awake to watch her sleep. Knowing that after tonight, he would have a hard time sleeping without her there, he took the opportunity to admire everything he loved because she was going back to her job in a few days. He wanted, more than anything for her to come back to Princeton, but she was doing so well and couldn't give that up yet. With that thought, he kissed her forehead, tightened his grip a little around her body, allowing himself to fall asleep. The sound of her breathing and her scent soothing him as he slept.
This is what their relationship turned into. Emailing, phone calls and occasional visits. She came for Chase's and House's birthday and then Foreman's wedding. House went to her once when he finally didn't have a patient and stayed the entire weekend. What they had was hard but he preferred that than the alternative. Each time they parted grew to be more difficult because neither knew the next time they would see one another. They never asked for the other to stay, thinking they already knew the answer, but refused to end things.
Cameron had called House at work one day, needing to talk about their relationship and they had gotten into a fight, after bringing up what they had always avoided to speak of, but still kept in the back of their minds. She didn't know where things were going and wanted to be with someone who would be committed, someone she would get to see every night after work, not someone to visit whenever there was time. She loved him for sure, but couldn't do it anymore. They enjoyed their jobs, were content, with the exception of only seeing each other once in a while. It seemed inevitable their relationship wasn't going to last because of their careers.
The conversation ended unresolved, but she agreed to come out on Friday. House's chest tightened at the thought of things coming to an end between them and vicodin wasn't enough to dull the pain. It was definitely the last thing he wanted and went to Wilson's office because at that moment he had no idea what to do. Saying he loved her wasn't going to cut it anymore.
Every time she got off the plane, she'd drop her bags and run into his arms. This time was no different. Kissing her gently, his thumb caressed the back of her hand while slipping a ring on her finger. Quickly pulling away she looked down, shocked isn't even an intense enough word, then back at him as tears began to form, threatening to fall. Before she could speak, House cupped her face in his hands and told her he'd leave Princeton while wiping away the tears streaming down her cheeks. He was feeling like such a sap. She needed to make a decision before he changed his mind and his reputation as a hard core ass was destroyed. Smiling at his never changing sarcasm, she took his hand and kissed his palm, saying she'd rather move back.
The rest of her things arrived and were situated inside House's apartment. That night, he held Cameron in his arms and fell asleep instantly. He had plenty of time to admire her in the future. She was staying for good.