A/N: This idea came to me in the wee small hours of the morning. It's short and sweet. Which is sometimes not necessarily a bad thing.
Come Back Without the Needle
"If you need a sperm sample, come back without the needle."
Cameron tossed and turned in bed but no matter what she did, she could not fall asleep. Even though it was days later, she could still feel that kiss. House's lips against hers, and then the sudden surprise of his tongue slipping into her mouth.
In response to that thought, her hand willingly slipped down inside her sleep shorts and she wasn't surprised to find herself wet at the very thought.
The man could kiss like no other. But then, she never doubted that. With lips like his, she knew he'd know how to use them and deliver a kiss that killed. He didn't disappoint.
And his tongue, she thought as her fingers rubbed her swollen clit, was warm and wet and extremely talented. She could only imagine the damage it would do on her more intimate places. She brought her other hand up and pinched her nipple, pretending it was House and she let out a deep feral groan. Her fingers flicked at her wet clit in the way she imagined House's tongue would, and she felt her body responding. It began tingling all over as she rolled onto her stomach and began to thrust against the mattress for some extra friction.
"Oh God..." she groaned as she continued to rub herself and thrust against her own hand and the bed. She was close now and she was writhing and squirming like a fish out of water. "House...unnghhh!"
That was the last sound out of her mouth before her whole body shuddered and she buried her face into the pillow. She could feel her uterus contract as warm fluids leaked out and coated her fingers. A warm, mellow sensation flowed through her veins as she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Finally.