Author's Note: Written forLJ's thisxrandomxlie for her birthday. Hope your day was wonderful, chica! Love ya! Thanks go to LJ's houseluvr for the beta, and for showing me that face-licking can be sexy.

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Well if this isn't the most trite fucking cliché ever.

Cameron made a face at her image in the mirror. She was a vision in red push-up bra and panties, white marabou feather trim, and thigh-high stockings with red fuck-me pumps. And to top it all off, a fucking Santa hat. She applied a swipe of shimmery red lipstick across her pouty lips and puckered them. She could only hope he wouldn't waste any time in divesting her of this ridiculous outfit.

This is what she gets for falling in love with a pervert like House. For pleading with him to tell her what he really wants for Christmas, so she doesn't have to guess, for once. At least she'd get the satisfaction of seeing her shimmery red lip prints stamped around his cock.

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He almost came in her mouth, but at the last second he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her away. She enjoyed watching his cock twitch and his balls tighten, knowing that with one flick of her tongue she could make him shoot his load down her throat.

House quickly pulled her onto his lap where he sat on his leather sofa, and unceremoniously thrust inside her. Good thing she got off on getting him off; she was already dripping wet, although he hadn't done much more than fondle her tits through the red satin.

This is his Christmas gift, after all. Tis better to give than to receive.

Cameron rode him like a frisky little elf, moving his white beard out of the way so she could slide her tongue into his mouth. She even threw in a few F-bombs, knowing it would put her on his "So naughty, she's nice" list.

"Fuck me Santa!"

He groaned and dug his fingers into her hips.

"What do you want for Christmas this year, Allison?"

House unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor, immediately replacing the satin with his palms. His thumbs brushed across her hardened nipples, sending little shockwaves to her clit.

"I want a big…" Cameron stopped bouncing and flexed her inner muscles, eliciting a guttural moan from her Santa.

"thick…" Another flex, another moan. She continued this pattern, one flex after each descriptive word.

"long… hard…" Cameron paused, raised up on her knees, hovering above House's throbbing cock. His breath panted harshly against her neck, where his teeth were clamped down on her jugular, leaving light indentations on her skin. When she left her sentence uncompleted for several seconds, her hips totally still, he met her gaze with a pleading look and actually whimpered.

"…candy cane," Cameron said with a moan and licked his cheek, letting his stubble scrape her soft tongue. House tipped his head back as his lips parted slightly on an "Unngh."

And then she was riding him again, knocking the Santa hat off his head when she threaded her fingers through his hair. House slipped his hand between their bodies and fingered her clit, and she squeezed her eyes shut and saw a million twinkling colored lights behind her eyelids.

House thrust his hips a few more times before his whole body tensed and she felt him join her in her orgasm.

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Cameron rested her cheek on House's chest and tried to ignore the dull ache in her thighs as he fingered the elastic at the top of her stockings. She felt the rumble of his hearty chuckle, and pulled back to look at him smiling down at her.

"Santa likey," he teased, waggling his eyebrows at her lewdly.

"You are one sick bastard."

House wrapped his arms around her and held her close, placing a kiss on the top of her head. Cameron sighed contentedly and pressed her lips to his chest.

"Merry Christmas, Cameron."

"Merry Christmas, House."