House MD Fan Fiction: Alternative ending to the "Oral" scene in Big Baby
"I need oral sex." He paused. "I think it's medically relevant."
She stared up at him from Cuddy's chair. "Can I go back to my phone call now?"
"I don't see how that'll be possible…" he teased her.
He looked satisfied. He had managed to weaken her confidence again. When she didn't say anything back, he continued: "Oh, come on! I saw you giving me that 'don't-mind-if-I-do' look just now!"
"Actually, that was my 'I-should-call-his-bluff-just-to-see-him-panic' look." she snapped back.
"Why would I panic?" he inquired, amused by her response.
"Come on House, you know you can't handle me." She slowly made her way off the chair. "I'm too much for you." She was head-to-chest with him now. And her hand lazily played with his belt, beginning to unbuckle it. He flushed. "That's why you always run." She stopped abruptly and let her hands drop. Then she waited for him to bolt out of Cuddy's office. She was on the winning end this time. And she was enjoying it.
However, House being House, he just couldn't leave her with the upper hand.
He stared her down, his cheeks still slightly flushed from her bold teasing, and said in the straightest tone he could conjure: "I'm not running now."
Cameron couldn't hide her surprise, but she decided to see how far he'd let her take this." She walked away from him and made her way to the door.
"That's right. Walk away. Wuss!" he called after her, letting a victorious smirk slip on the left corner of his mouth.
She got to the door and turned on her heels, closing it behind her. Facing him, she used her hands to skillfully lock the door she was backed up against. The smirk faded from his face.
Cameron made her way back to House, and watched, satisfied, as he gulped. She gently placed her hand back in his belt, and picked up where she had stopped with the buckles. She could feel him growing, and it instilled a sense of power in her.
House didn't know how far she'd take this, and he could already sense that he was losing control of the situation. But he couldn't move.
He wanted to stop her. Tell her the joke had gone too far. But he didn't. So she leisurely removed his belt. She looked straight into his eyes when she unzipped his pants. To his surprise, she looked scared. Unsure of herself. It puzzled him how such a gorgeous woman could have her confidence shattered by his presence.
Cameron pulled down his jeans and sank to her knees. House exhaled.
She played with the hem of his boxers, waiting to see if he'd stop her. He put his hand on her wrist and her eyes fluttered up to his. They held their gaze for an endless moment. Then he let go off her wrists and averted his eyes. It was her move.
With quivering hands, Cameron lowered his boxers. She took him whole in her mouth. House's eyes rolled with pleasure as his jaw dropped slightly.
Cameron stroked him with her mouth. House tried hard to focus. 'What is she doing? How did I get into this situation? What- uh…' His thoughts dispersed. Time and space were irrelevant. All he could focus on was the pleasure his former employee provided him now. This moment. Nothing else mattered… And as House neared climax, he called out her name.
Or did he? He could no longer process what went on around him. He came into Cameron's mouth and she swallowed back. 'How can she be this sexy?'
They were silent. She rose to her feet quietly, while House tried desperately to regain his composure. Cameron walked to the desk and took a handkerchief from the first drawer. She wiped her mouth as House zipped up his pants, watching her intently, a mist of confusion and admiration in his piercing blue eyes.
Someone knocked on the door, startling both of them out of a trance. House picked his cane up from where it rested against Cuddy's desk and limped to the office's door, unlocking it with his free hand. Foreman peeked through the door, obviously surprised to find that Cameron had been locked in there with House. Cameron quickly jolted the drawer open and tossed the handkerchief in. The drawer was closed with a 'thud' much louder than she'd intended.
"Cameron, do you have a minute?" Foreman asked hesitantly, still observing House in confusion.
The confidence she had displayed with House was faltering. "Oh, sure- Just- We're done here." She stuttered, waiving an arm in House's general direction.
House nodded. As he crossed paths with Foreman, he heard the younger man ask, "What's going on?" secretively, though Cameron could hear them clearly. House, now fully composed, answered in his usual mocking tone. "She was giving me a blowjob."
Foreman rolled his eyes and went back to his conversation with Cameron. "It's about Remy…"
Typically, that would have spiked House's curiosity. Today, however, his curiosity was quenched.
Cameron watched him go. Before closing the door, House made the universal sign for 'telephone' with his hands and mouthed, in a half-attempted scorn - "Call me."
Her lips curled in a subtle smirk. She wished he'd meant it.
House closed the door to Cuddy's office and limped towards the elevator. She pressed the button to the Diagnostic Department's floor with the tip of his cane. As the elevator doors closed, he pushed away a thought that perhaps he'd like it if she did call him. Next time, he wanted to observe her face contorted with pleasure. He wanted them to come together. But… would there be a next time?