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Hi all! I can't remember if I posted chapter 12 the other day or not, but chapters 1-12 can be found here at FF.net. Here's chapter 13 :) Enjoy!

Title: I'm Not Going to Crush You
Author: Me
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: M
Chapter Summary: It's Cameron's birthday :) Need I say more??

A/N: This chapter MAY be a little OOC for House, but then again, maybe not. You decide. I try to stay away from the fluffy stuff if I can help it but sometimes I wonder what House’s softer side is really like.

Chapter 13

“It’s Cameron’s birthday this weekend,” House said with a heavy sigh as he ate his lunch with Wilson.

“Anything planned?”

“Not a thing. Not a clue. What do you get the girl who says she has everything and wants nothing?”

Wilson shrugged. “Besides sex? I have no idea. Why not just do the old tried and true thing? Dinner, roses, the works.”

House shrugged back. “I don’t wish to recreate our first nightmare date, thankyouverymuch.”

“By the way, did you find some cuffs?”

“I did.”

“And?”

“I put them to good use.”

Wilson laughed. “And Cameron was okay with that?”

“More than okay. That’s all I’m saying.”

“Wow. Why not take her away somewhere for the weekend?”

“Nah, been there done that recently.”

“Well, if you can't think of anything, you can’t go wrong with jewelry.”

***

The weekend came all too soon for House and before he knew it, it was Friday evening and he had nothing planned. He actually had considered taking her to Café Spiletto, since it was one of the nicer restaurants in town, but decided against it. As sappy as it sounded, he wanted to create new, good memories. Not bring up bad ones. So he settled on the next best place, not far from the hospital. It had recently opened and he had a little bit of trouble getting a reservation, but he knew Wilson had taken a few dates there so he dropped his name and got slotted in for Saturday, which was Cameron’s actual birthday. She would be turning 33. That made him feel ancient but he brushed those feelings aside. He knew he had the stamina and sex drive of someone half his age and had no problem keeping up with her, despite his leg, or the Vicodin use. They made each other horny simply by stealing glances at one another and he sometimes felt like a teenager again.

“Earth to House,” Cameron sang out from the doorway, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“What’s up?”

“It’s quittin’ time.”

He nodded. “Right.”

She came into his office and leaned against the desk. “Doing anything tonight?” She asked casually.

He shook his head as he reached for her and turned in his chair so she straddled his lap.

“What are you up to?”

“I was just planning on taking a nice long bath and relaxing.”

“Sounds good. Want some company tonight?”

She smiled down at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“I’ll go rent a couple of movies, bring em over.”

Cameron nuzzled her nose against his and giggled. “I promise I won’t tell anyone that you’d rather cuddle on the couch than go play poker with the guys.”

“You’d better not, or consequences will be dire.”

She giggled. "Dire huh? Gonna break out the butterfly? Wow..what torture that would be!" Before he could retaliate, she got up out of his reach. “I’ll see you later then.” She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, grabbed her things and left the office.

House showed up at Cameron’s a little past 8, figuring she’d had plenty of time to have a bath and do whatever girly things she needed to. She opened the door and greeted him with a long kiss. Her tongue swept into his mouth and her hands buried in his hair as she pulled him into the apartment.

“Happy to see me?” he quipped, making light of the situation.

“I’m always happy to see you. Unlike other people.”

House arched an eyebrow. “Such as..”

“Oh..patients, families of patients, Chase, Foreman..”

“Okay okay,” he laughed, stopping her rant. “I get it. I’m a grouchy misanthropic son of a bitch.”

Cameron reached up and kissed his chin, because it was the only thing she could reach, and even then, not by much. “But you’re mine. So, what movies did you get?”

"See for yourself. I'm getting a beer." House handed her the plastic bag and wandered into the kitchen while she sifted through the movies. He smiled cheekily to himself when he heard her groan.

“Greg!”

“Yes?”

“Please tell me you didn’t only get porn.”

He returned to the living room and sat down on the couch, putting his feet up on the coffee table. “Is there a problem?”

“Hmm..well let me see..School of Cock..”

“Great movie with Jack Black! How can the porn version not be good?”

“Driving Into Miss Daisy…”

“I thought it would be about cars,” he said innocently as he popped the cap off his beer.

“Uh-huh,” she laughed as she took out the third movie. “Oh come on, Greg…Gangbangs of New York?”

House couldn’t help but laugh at the look on her face. “So which one do you want to watch first?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No. Haven’t you ever watched porn?”

She blushed and lowered her eyes. House thought it was the most amusing, and cutest thing he’d ever seen. He also realized some negotiating was in order. “Come on, Ally. If you hate it, we’ll turn it off and watch TV. Deal?”

He could tell she was seriously thinking it over before she nodded and handed him the bag of DVDs to pick from. He selected “School of Cock” and popped it into her DVD player. He tried to pick movies that didn’t concentrate on one thing, and had some kind of a story, as flimsy as they would be.

House figured she’d sit through the first five minutes at most before she either got disgusted or worse yet, mad at him. However, ten minutes ticked by, then fifteen. He glanced over at her and saw her squirm a little. He knew that squirm. She was very aroused by what she was seeing and he noticed the way she reached for his hand and squeezed it. He squeezed back and she tore her eyes away from the movie to stare into his eyes with a wanton expression. He pulled her closer and they kissed once, very softly. Then again. Two kisses turned into three, then four, and before they knew it, they were locked in a wild embrace that could out-do anything that was on the TV screen. House reached for the remote and stopped the movie before moving on top of her, and pulled her shirt over her head.

“Oh God, Greg,” she groaned as his hands went for the ties of her yoga pants and loosened them.

“You liked it, huh?” he chuckled as he pulled off her pants and then her underwear, dropping them on the floor.

“Yeah.”

“Never thought you’d get so turned on watching two people fuck their brains out?”

“Nope. It was..exhilarating.”

House chuckled as he ran his hand across her stomach and between her legs. She was indeed wet beyond words and he began to stroke her gently.

“Oh..wow…”

“Bedroom?” He whispered as he kissed her neck and didn’t stop the hand that was between her legs.

Cameron shook her head. “I want you right now..on this couch.”

As he did what she requested, he had an idea of what he could get her for her birthday. He had bought something earlier that day, but what he was thinking of would simply be an added bonus.

His thoughts quickly returned to Cameron as they both came together, a slick sheen of sweat covering them, and retired to her bedroom for the night, holding each other close. They had the weekend off as usual and he had plans. Many plans.

***

“Happy Birthday,” he whispered in her ear as they lay in bed still holding each other.

“Hmm?” She stirred.

“It’s 1 a.m. Officially your birthday, Allison Cameron.”

She groaned into her pillow. “I was born at 10:23 a.m. So I’m not 33 yet. Can I go back to sleep now?”

He pouted like a 3-year-old. “No birthday sex?”

“Maybe later. I need sleep.”

“Yeah, porn and then sex…deadly combo. Imagine how worn out you’d be if we watched the whole movie.”

House started to get out bed but she stopped him. “Where are you going?”

“Nature calls, and so does Vicodin. I’ll be right back.”

He limped into the living room to get his pills and saw the DVDs on the coffee table. He remembered the present he was thinking of the night before and quickly made a few calls. When that was done, he returned to bed and wrapped an arm around Cameron as he slowly drifted back to sleep.

***

“Are you ready yet?” House almost whined as he waited for Cameron to get ready for dinner. He was starving and if he didn’t eat soon, he felt like he’d collapse.

“Two minutes!” She called out.

“If I last that long,” he muttered as the bedroom door opened and she stepped out.

House was speechless as usual. She wore a red dress that went just above her knees and fitted her upper body like a glove. Her hair was pinned back off her face and she wore very little makeup. She was beautiful as ever and he almost contemplated staying home so he could just rip that dress off her and take her against the wall. Hunger be damned!

“Do I look okay?” She asked, a little self-conscious at the way he was staring at her.

He jolted out of his reverie and blinked. “I’m sorry..what..what did you say?”

She giggled and threaded her arm through his. “Never mind. Let’s go. I’m starving.”

***
“I’ve never been here before,” she smiled at him from across the table. “I heard it’s hard to get a reservation.”

“Depends who ya know.”

Their server approached and he ordered a bottle of wine while she looked over the menu. Traditionally, hers didn’t have any prices, but his did. However, he didn’t even pay attention to them. It was her night and he had no problem with her ordering whatever she wanted.

After the meal, they shared a large piece of chocolate mousse and discussed their plans for the remainder of the evening.

“Want to watch another movie?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at her, causing her to giggle.

“Didn't you take the DVD's back already?”

"I'm sure we could find something on satellite to amuse ourselves."

He took the last bite of his mousse and shoved the rest in her direction. “Finish up. I’m full.”

When she took the last few bites, he reached into his jacket pocket and placed a square wrapped box and a card on the table in front of her.

“What’s this?” She asked, curiously. It was very nicely wrapped, and she doubted he’d done it himself.

“Open it.”

She reached for the box and he cleared his throat. “Isn’t it customary to open the card first?”

House was smirking and she nodded as she took the card out of the envelope. It was a simple card, not too sappy and inside it was blank except for the words he’d written himself:

Ally,

One birthday down, lots more to celebrate together. That is, if you can put up with me that long.

I love you,

Greg

“So far so good,” Cameron grinned, even though a tear escaped the corner of her eye. Then something fell out of the card. It looked like a folded receipt. When she opened it, and read what it was she blushed three shades of red. "One year subscription to The Erotic Network?"

House couldn't keep the smug look off his face. "You might enjoy that better. They're actual soft porn movies but not like the one we saw last night. But on those nights I can't be there.."

Cameron smiled at him and she didn't have to say anything. The shy, embarassed, yet thankful expression said plenty.

She then reached for the box and unwrapped it slowly. Inside was a gold necklace with a pendant of a house attached. She was speechless as she held it up to admire it. The chain was braided, so it sparkled in the soft lighting of the restaurant.

“Do you…like it?” he asked, looking nervous. It had been a long time since he’d bought a woman anything, let alone something as personal as jewelry.

She sniffed back the tears. “It’s beautiful. Thank you. I love it.”

He got up from his chair and went behind her to fasten it around her neck as she held up her hair at the back. Once it was fastened, it dropped just above her chest, and glistened. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear before gently kissing the back of her neck. “Let’s get outta here.”

On the drive back to her place, he noticed her touching the house pendant of her necklace and was pleased with himself. He liked making her happy, even though he’d never admit it to anyone else.

As she unlocked the door, he leaned against her, placing kisses down the back of her neck, making her drop her keys twice in the process.

“House..stop..”

“Then hurry the hell up. It’s freezing out here.”

“Then stop distracting me.”

Finally she got the door open, and they made their way inside her apartment, working at each other’s clothing, trying to get undressed as quickly as possible as they moved down the hall to her bedroom. Once there, he pushed her onto the bed and removed his boxers. His erection sprang free and he joined her under the covers.

“This has been one of the best birthdays ever,” she whispered between kisses.

“Not the best?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Nothing tops a sweet sixteen party,” she laughed.

House laughed with her. “What was so special about that one?”

It was dark, but he could still see her blushing. “I got my first kiss. My parents let me have a dance and invite some boys as well.”

He laughed again, softly touching her face. “So how was it?”

She giggled and stretched out on her back, staring up at the ceiling. “It was..wet. I really couldn’t complain because I had no idea what I was doing, but I remember thinking about how amazing it was. And I liked the guy so that made it even better, even though he really was a bad kisser.”

“Well someone taught you how to kiss,” he whispered as he leaned over and softly kissed her. She kissed back, he pulled her into his arms and she wrapped her leg over his hip, bringing him closer so his erection was up against her stomach.

“I’m inclined to believe if you love someone, you sort of…conform to their way of kissing. And you, Greg House, are the best kisser I’ve ever had.”

His ego stroked, he smiled down at her before kissing her lovingly on the mouth. He didn’t use his tongue, just his lips, but soon his lips weren’t enough. She opened her mouth under his and his tongue slipped in, exploring her like it was the first time they kissed. His hand slid down over her ass and squeezed, earning a small moan from Cameron as she ground her hips against his full erection. Her hands went up to touch his face and he turned his head to kiss her palm as her fingers stroked his cheek.

“Can I have my birthday sex now?”

House let out a deep, playful growl as he pushed her onto her back, moved on top of her and slowly eased himself inside of her. Every inch felt more intense than the last and when he had completely filled her, they began to move together.

“Ugh..you feel so good! Harder…” she moaned, which caused House to chuckle in her ear.

“Wow, you’re an insatiable little minx, aren’t you?”

“Only with you…ughh..Greg…please…”

“Please what?” he grunted.

“Deeper..harder..I’m so..close..”

With one quick move, or, quick enough for his liking, he rolled them over so she was on top, giving her full control over her movements. “Okay birthday girl. Do with me what you must.”

She moved faster, her nails scratching down his chest as she rode him hard and fast until she exploded all over him. It only took a couple more bucks of his hips before he exploded into her and it brought stars in front of his closed eyelids and he fell back against the pillows.

“You’re amazing,” he sighed as she cuddled up to him and pulled the blankets over them.

“Happy birthday indeed.”

As she drifted off to sleep, House stared at the ceiling, his own eyelids getting heavy. As he drifted off, song lyrics from Nickelback crossed his mind.

Somethin’s gotta go wrong cuz I’m feelin way too damn good.

He didn’t want to think about what could possibly go wrong. But it was his experience that whenever things started going right for him, something always happened that threatened to take it all away again. He closed his eyes and the last thought he had was of the beautiful woman in his arms and how he was willing to protect her with his life. He owed her that much.