Author's Note: Thank for indulging me in my emoness. Although, it was a bit of a challenge to bring Cameron and House back into some form of their characters, I am very satisfied in how Ice has turned out. There may be some companion pieces or even a sequel (one of those fill in the blank whatsits) later on this year or early in the next. I don't know yet.
I do know that I've appreciated all the reviews, alerts, and favs and I thank you all very much for reading. Another Update on Mosh Pit will be soon. I have to go out of town this weekend so I'm going to be mostly off the grid unless my insomnia rears its ugly head again. Thanks for reading. ~*CMW2*~
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
PPTH hadn't changed much. The walls had been repainted and a better wood polish was used but it was typically the same hospital he had left behind.
It was him that was different. His cane was gone. His Vicodin bottle was gone and his misery was 90% gone. Since nobody accosted him immediately with Welcome Backs, House figured that nobody recognized him. Hell, he barely recognized himself half of the time.
He had kept his hair long (because she liked it) but had shaved off the scruff, cutting about 5 years off of his appearance. The tan was permanent and made his eyes "pop", as numerous frou-frou stylists would gush. He had on a black Oxford, jeans, and sandals…sandals! With the paint stained guitar on his back and duffel in his hand, he looked more like a hippie than a reformed (mostly) misanthrope.
Plus, he was ripped. He hadn't been bullshitting when he told her that working out was one of the few viable activities at Sunburst. Greg was in better shape now than when he had been in college. He was no Governator in his prime but still…he looked pretty damn sexy for an old guy.
He collided with a strutting someone and her charts hit the floor with a loud clatter...
"Crap…sorry for running into- hey!" she laughed before nearly knocking him over in a hug.
Cameron. It felt pretty right that the first person that he'd run into would be her. Greg accepted and matched her tight embrace and he took a good look at her as she pulled away. White lab coat, white cap sleeved blouse, black vest, long grey slacks…and a pair of bright blue 3 inch fuck me heels that looked suspiciously like his eye color. Her hair was still long, still curly, and his hands still itched to touch it. This time, she was smiling and obviously happy to see him.
She used his guitar strap to bring him into a devastating kiss and he smiled against her mouth as he hitched her leg up against his hip, twining his tongue with hers slowly...
Very happy to see him, although that was nothing compared to the fierce joy in his chest. Damn, he had missed her…
"Hi.", she sighed happily as she rested her head on his chest. "When'd you get back? How'd you get back?"
"I took a train and I got a rental badass mustang this morning. I'm probably going to buy it off of them. You look good. Happy."
"..and non Ice Bitchy. Come on, I'll buy you a Reuben if you buy me an apple juice."
"Deal.", he agreed while offering her his free hand.
She accepted it gracefully and led him through the now buzzing and gawking lobby. Dr. House was back? Look at his hair! Where's his cane? Is that a guitar? He looked 100% different! And was he just kissing Dr. Cameron? When had that happened? Damn, he looked hot. Damn, she looked hot. They looked hot together. Wait'll Wilson gets a load of this! You owe me 50 bucks, jackass…
It was good to be back.
/
Wilson found them in the cafeteria, sharing a Reuben and Cameron holding his guitar, slowly plucking out a scale with his help.
If it weren't for the pickles defiantly sticking to the ceiling and wall, he would swear that the man next to her wasn't his longtime friend. House didn't smile or shave or grow his hair out and he certainly didn't paint but apparently, he did all of those things. And the smile on Cameron's face could've lit Times Square for the rest of the decade.
It was damn nice to see that some good had finally come out of all that mayhem between them.
"Jimmy…how's Medusa and the Hellspawn?" he greeted cheerfully as Cameron started to get it.
He snorted and replied, "They're fine, House. I'm glad you're home, man. When are you coming back to work?"
"Soon. I need to get settled back in before I can even think about that."
She finally got the scale and House kissed her left cheek gently in reward, making both turn a becoming shade of pink. Wilson smiled at the sight and popped a French fry into his mouth.
"I have to get used to you being emotionally stable and demonstrative. I like it but…" Cameron said quietly.
"…it's disconcerting. Don't worry, Allie, I'm still the asshole you fell for. Just not as bad of one. Where's your woman, Jimmy? I got almost a year of sexual harassment to make up for."
Wilson laughed and stole the least damaged part of the sandwich before replying, "She's in her office with Foreman."
"Ooh, so you all are going the threesome route. I like it. Feel like making it an orgy?" Cameron teased, shocking both men into silence and him into choking.
"Well, I…er, you…" Wilson sputtered.
House's jaw moved back into place and a broad, predatory grin lit up his face as she giggled behind her hand.
"Woman, you've gotten pervy on me…I like it!" he growled before heading towards the office.
Cameron delicately took the piece of Reuben out of his hand and popped it into her own mouth before leaving, House's guitar on her back…
… and the bill on his dime. Wilson shook his head fondly and pulled out his wallet. Some things never changed.
/
"Lu-cy, I'm home! Ah, wait, you're expecting? Were you babalooing the black man while I was gone or is Ethel a man like I've always suspected?"
Instead of banishing him to the Clinic or yelling, Cuddles quickly step/waddled over and nearly broke him in two in a hug, surprising but pleasing him.
"Welcome home, you jackass." she greeted with a broad grin. "You look great…although, cherry blossom is definitely not your color."
House wiped Cameron's lip gloss off with the back of his hand and then used it to shake Foreman's.
"Welcome home, House. I take you want your office back?"
"Damn right, I do but not yet." he replied. "I got some catching up to do with a hot Immunologist. And by catching up, I mean…"
He made a lewd gesture with his hand and waggled his eyebrows.
"You're an ass." Foreman groaned before walking out in an indignant huff.
"I've missed making him do that. So, seriously, how are you and the Spawn of the Philanderer?" he asked while plopping down on her couch.
Jimmy had appointed him Godfather (despite the whole atheist thing) so it was his duty to make sure that the parasite and its host was in tip top shape. She looked zesty, even with the baby bump and was all glowy and happy and pregnant-like.
"We're fine. You wanna see the latest sonogram?" she asked shyly.
House nodded and gently accepted the black and white photo. It looked like an alien but a damned cute one…
"I hope she doesn't get her dad's eyebrows. They won't go too well with mommy's funbags." he leered.
Cuddles sighed and shook her head with exasperation as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"And to think I actually missed that. Don't you have to go and sexually harass Cameron? She's your girl now."
'That may be true but you're always gonna be my Mistress." he replied while hugging her again.
"Aww...now get! I have work to do!", she ordered while pushing at his shoulders.
An appreciative gleam entered her eyes as she tested the firmness and he smirked.
"If you wait a bit, you can see the spread in Playgirl. I look pretty good naked, you know…"
Even as she chased him out with a clipboard raised above her head, a smile lingered on his face.
He was home.
/
She had no logical reason to be nervous.
He wanted her, he loved her, and not to sound too arrogant but she was phenomenal in bed. She could make a stoically sexy 25 year old language TA (it was college and she hadn't met Brain yet) scream bloody murder and beg her in French so making it good with House should be cake, especially with all their chemistry...
Oh god, she was going to die!
She sat in what was her bed now, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. She had moved into his apartment to take care of it and never left. When her lease ran out, she never bothered to renew and got everything but the furniture (including the treadmill) out and into his. The place was still a man cave (a cleaner man cave) but it had just the right amount of femininity. And he hadn't kicked her out yet so…yeah.
After he had declared his intentions to take a shower in his own bathroom without burly orderlies checking him out, she had dug out an old Victoria's Secret bag and pulled out the nightgown. She had bought it on a whim and it was very pretty. It was red with tiny little silver dragonflies on the thigh length hem. Allison had never worn it before but it seemed to be appropriate now.
After all, if she were honest with herself (something that she had taken to doing more often), then she had bought it to wear for Greg. His favorite color was red…
The bathroom door opened and he joined on the bed in nothing but a pair of slightly baggy red flannel pajamas. Good god, he hadn't been kidding when he said that working out was a big part of Rehab. Every single muscle was defined but he was still lean and long in the way she liked. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him and he had an all over tan from the North Carolina sun. Without thinking, she put him on his back and straddled him, running her fingertips over the cobblestone like ridges on his abdomen.
To her surprise (and amusement), he bit back a laugh. He was ticklish. The Great Grumpy Gregory House was ticklish. The irony was awesome…
"I like this…" he commented while toying with the lace trim around her breasts.
"I bought it for you a long time ago. I never thought I'd get to wear it…"
His hands gently spanned her waist and reversed their positions. She brushed his hair out of his eyes and he pressed tender, open mouthed kisses to her clavicle, a silent apology. Allison wrapped her legs firmly around his hips and drew him as close as their clothed bodies could get, a silent acceptance.
It also rid either one of any shyness they had. Hands explored each other's bodies with lips not too far behind and Allison shivered as his fingertips touched her for the first time, coating them with a light glaze of her juices. Greg moaned as he sucked them clean, declaring her the best he had ever tasted. She tilted her hips up in a blatant offer (and plea) for more and he hiked up her gown enough to reveal the source.
Her head swam as his tongue twined against her and she whimpered as first one, then two fingers slid into her, brushing against her spot expertly. She cried out as her climax took her and he slid the gown over her head, leaving her naked and wanting on the bed.
"Do you want to stop?" he asked as her head cleared.
She shook her head no but he held off her hands from removing his pants.
"Say it."
"I don't want to stop. Please, Greg…I want you in me. I need you in me…"
He removed his pants himself and she pulled into a deep kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. A large hand went to her behind and lifted her up and then onto his throbbing cock, making them both scream in pleasure and relief. Finally…oh, god…finally…
"I love you." he whispered into her hair as their pace became less controlled and more instinctual.
Both of their bodies were yelling for release and since it had been so long, it didn't take long for both of them to shatter, their yells loud and bawdy and absolutely perfect…
Her head hit the pillow with a thump and she shivered as he buried her face in her shoulder, panting quietly for air as she pulled the bedding over their hips. Her fingers traced up and down his spine and he nuzzled her gently.
"I really do love you. It wasn't the sex talking. Although…damn, woman…where'd you learn to do stuff like that?"
"Instinct and the internet. And you're nothing to scoff at either. I'm vibrating all over."
He let out a pleased moan and replied, "You really are" as he resumed moving inside her gently.
As his mouth returned to her nipples, Allison let the warmth flow through her and she smiled.
She finally had her man.
FIN.