THE SECRETS THE DARKNESS KEEPS:
House placed his hand on the wall, making sure that it was positioned just right before backing Cameron up against it, letting her head rest against the back of his hand in an unconscious protective act. The feel of the stone beneath his palm was enough to distract him from what should have been the main focus - her. The texture was too rough to allow House to enjoy the embrace, the temperature too low compared to the silky warmth coming from the light head resting against his hand.
Her lips opened on a sigh beneath his, giving him the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth, feeling the velvety texture of her tongue against his.
Her sweet scent was no longer evident to him as the stench of damp and mould and the slightly rotting garbage that lay scattered aimlessly around their feet invaded his nostrils. The light from the street lamps was too far away, letting them stay concealed within the confines of the club alleyway, the shadows of which they had been residing in for the past ten minutes. House's hand stroked her hip in an idle movement; barely even conscious on his part.
With her head resting firmly against the back of House's hand, Cameron was able to apply more pressure to the back of her head by raising her hips toward his, pressing her thighs together trying desperately to lessen the ache that lay between them.
Moving the hand that rested on her hip, House slid his hand under her shirt to the small of her back. He pulled her almost tenderly closer to him, pressing his hips into hers and let her feel how much he wanted her, the evidence of which lay resting against the inside of her thigh.
Their lips continued to move against each other softly, in a dance that neither wanted to end. Cameron's arms around his neck tightened; bringing him into even further contact, relishing in the sensations the scruff on his jaw evoked in her. Cameron's right hand trailed down the breast of House's coat and clasped onto his belt buckle, enjoying the feel of the cold metal against the heated skin of her palm.
The rough denim of his jeans rubbed insistently against his erection as she shifted the front of them to release his belt from the confines of its buckle, her lips never parting from his. The lights of the passing cars; the faint murmurs of the voices from those leaving the bar barely registered in the minds of the couple at the far end of the alley, neither of them cared if they were seen together, all they cared about was that they kept on touching each other, kept on feeling. House suddenly felt cold air on his stomach and further down telling him that she'd gotten his belt undone and was shoving the thick material of his jeans down his thighs toward his ankles. He was suddenly grateful that he hadn't worn underwear that day as a hand on his chest pushed his backward until his shoulder-blades were met with the gravely texture of the opposite wall of the alley. House pressed himself further back, feeling every ridge of granite drag against his skin through his shirts.
She was down on her knees ands taking him into her mouth before he could gather his bearings. Pain shot through his head as he let it fall back against the wall, yet it still didn't seem to compare when placed up against the sensation of warmth that seemed to encase his senses as her mouth moved up and over him, closing over him. As she swirled her tongue around the base, pulling back to suck on the head of his penis, a moan erupted from House's chest, she smirked up at him from her place on the floor, she took in everything about him, not wanting to forget how he looked at that moment; eyes closed; brow furrowed and features contorted in pleasure. She basked in the somewhat brief, yet very real, power that she had over him. Keeping her eyes trained on his facial expressions, Cameron leaned forward and licked off the drop of pre-cum that'd appeared on the head of his cock, her smile only widening as his breath visibly caught in his chest. Sitting back on her heels, she waited until her eyes were met with his, furious blue clashing with amused brown. She then reached out and grasped the base of his shaft, moving over it in short pumping motions as her eyes stayed connected with his. She watched as his eyes darkened and clouded over as he felt the familiar tingling feeling build at the base of his spine and spreading over the bottom of his back. House started to feel light-headed; he knew he was close, and the slightly sour taste that invaded Cameron's mouth told her that he was as well. Squeezing his eyes shut, House refrained from grabbing Cameron's hair and holding her against him as he came, he muttered "Harder. Harder, suck it harder!"
Cameron looked up at House through a shield of fallen hair and mascara thickened eyelashes and drew her lips tighter together and slid them down the length of him and down to the head, letting her teeth scrape down him at the same time leaving him unable to suppress a shiver. Swallowing one last time, Cameron pulled away and sat back on her heels, letting her alcohol glazed eyes meet his heavy lidded ones, her skin flushed and a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. House's mouth curled into a smirk as a roughened chuckle made its way out up his chest and out of his throat. Cameron gave a small grunt as she pushed herself up off her knees and safely back to her feet, smiling wider when House's hand shot out and captured her elbow as if to steady her. Letting her eyes travel down House's rumpled shirts and un-done belt buckle, Cameron let them rest just below, giving him a cheeky grin to remind him that he still hadn't adjusted himself back into his jeans. With hurried, jerky movements House pulled up his jeans and tucked himself in, trying not to let on about the feelings of embarrassment he felt at being left exposed to her for so long.
Curling one hand roughly around the nape of her neck, House pulled her toward him and placed a hard kiss on her startled lips, needing to be connected to her for a few moments more. Releasing her lips he leant back slightly and said in a desire roughened voice "When we get back to my place tonight it's your turn."