CHAPTER FOUR

A few days later, Cameron accepted a temporary six month position with the Director of the Immunology department of Princeton General due to Dr. Wallace taking a six month maternity leave. That was fine with Cameron because it would give her time for her and House to re-evaluate their new found relationship. It was also fine with House, though for different reasons – to get as much of Cameron as he can before she left, if she left. He'd deal with the if if that happened.

The following Monday morning at six a.m., House and Cameron drove to Baltimore for a convention: Immunological Effects of Genetic Deformation and Breakdown of D-Cells in Third World Countries of Homosapiens.

"Why didn't Cuddy just send the veterinarian?" House asked after they'd headed out and had just gotten on the highway.

"Oh, because it's for humans, not animals."

"Whatever."

After a few minutes Cameron settled in and tried to sleep before they arrived. House had other plans. "Cameron, what's your story?"

"What do you want, House?" she answered angrily.

"What were you like as a kid?"

"Cute."

"I knew that. I know you weren't a brat; you're too nice. You weren't a slut because, well, you didn't jump me on your interview – which I'll never understand why. Had to have been spoiled, I'd say."

"Right, sorta right and no."

"Which was the sorta right answer?"

"The slut part."

House jerked on the steering wheel slightly in shock, but to get her attention, not because of her answer. "No way."

"No."

Turning to give her an inquiring look, her eyes still closed, he asked, "No you weren't a slut?"

"Right."

"Okay. So, when did you first do the Wild Thing?"

"I was 21. My ex-husband."

"Ah. Sympathy sex?"

"No, House, our honeymoon. Can I get some sleep?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I'm bored," House whined.

"Look for deer on the side of the road."

"Boring. I'd rather look down your blouse."

"Stare at the road, House."

"More boringer."

"House! Shut up and let me sleep."

"Grouch."

"Yep."

They arrived at the convention center with half an hour to register and find a seat. Needless to say, Cameron got no sleep on the drive.

Just as House expected, the speaker of the seminar was boring; his voice was boring; even his tie was boring. House was ever so thankful when it was announced lunch would be served and they'd have time to eat.

After they ate, House headed outside alone for some fresh air. Finding a spot on a concrete barrier behind a wall, he sat down, his feet dangly loosely over the grass. He closed his eyes and tilted it back, letting the sun beat down on his face.

"This seat taken?" Cameron asked as she sat down next to him. He didn't answer her. "It is now."

After several minutes House asked, "What's the worst thing you've ever done?"

"Accepted your job offer."

"Ha, funny," he said laughing but still not looking at her. "Kill a butterfly? Use a tennis racket and whack a lightening bug?"

"Shoplifting."

"Oh, how lame. Everyone's done that. So, tell me what you have in mind for tonight?"

"Maybe hit the Inner Harbor for some seafood?" Cameron suggested.

"Sounds good, but I'm talking about after dinner?"

"There's a strip club I've been told about," she said matter of fact.

"Baltimore Babes? We're sooo there! But I meant after after."

"I'll let you know," she said as she stepped off the barrier. "Ow, damnit!" she screamed as she went down on her hands and knees.

House finally opened his eyes and just stared down at her. Slowly and carefully she pushed herself up, cursing again when she put too much pressure on her right ankle. She took in a sharp breath through her teeth.

"Think you can help me up, House?"

"Sorry, can't," he said as he slid off the barrier but only stood there, waving his cane. "I'd give you my cane but I look hotter with it than you do." He hesitated a moment. "Try circling your ankle."

Holding her breath she slowly twisted her ankle but the movement was very limited due to the pain.

"Ow," she muttered.

"Think you sprained it."

She looked at him dumbfounded. "You think?" she asked sarcastically. "House, just help me. Can you do that?" she snapped.

He shook his head, stepped to her and extended his left hand, getting a firm grip of the cane with his right. She finally reached up for his hand. What struck her was that his fingers were long and thin, and because her hand was fairly small, the tips of his fingers brushed against the inside of her wrist; his palm completely encased hers. She was surprised with the strength in his hand.

"Thanks," she said, brushing the grass off her hands and knees, but didn't put any weight on her right ankle. "Help me inside."

He took her by the waist and held on to her as they headed for the building's entrance. Luckily they didn't have to go far because they met an employee of the convention at the information booth. She directed them to the nurse's station.

"Yep, looks sprained. 'Fraid you'll need to go to the ER," the nurse told them.

"Excellent! Thanks, Cameron!" House exclaimed; Cameron gave him a dirty look.

"For what?"

"Getting me out of the boring convention."

After spending three hours in the ER, it was confirmed she did have a nasty sprain and was told to stay off of it for a day. They wrapped up her ankle and they headed back to their room. Cameron went directly to the bed and sat down, propping herself up with a pillow against the headboard. She reached for the other pillow but it was too far.

House stared down at her then grabbed a pillow saying, "Lift your leg." He put the pillow under her ankle and asked, "Better?"

"Yes, much."

"So, what's on TV?" he asked as he jumped on the bed beside her, leaving plenty of space between them and propped himself up against the pillow, crossed his legs and appeared to get comfortable.

She laughed. "No idea."

"Well, let's find out."

He looked around for the remote, and the next thing she knew his upper torso was across her lap. She simply looked at him as he leaned back up and against the headboard and flipped on the TV. Placing her head back against the pillow she closed her eyes for just a second. The voices and music coming from the TV seemed to fade away.

She jerked herself awake when she kicked her right leg out in her sleep. Feeling something heavy on her shoulder she glanced down at House's head, his mouth open; his eyes closed, and snoring lightly. She smiled. With her thoughts racing, looking over his face, he suddenly opened his eyes, but she didn't look away. She couldn't. The blue in his eyes was mesmerizing. She finally looked away at the TV shyly. Finding the clock on the nightstand, she noticed they'd only dozed for about fifteen minutes.

"Hmm, sorry. Guess I fell asleep," House said as he yawned, not removing his head.

She smiled weakly. "You and me both."

"Uh, are you comfortable?" she asked coyly.

"Very."

"You still owe me."

"Owe you what?" he asked coyly.

"I want you."

"Now?"

"No, House. I was thinking in a month," she said sarcastically as she sat up and faced him, their knees touching.

Without any prompting from Cameron, House slid off the bed and pulled her legs towards him until her feet were firmly planted on the carpet. "Sit up," he ordered. Cameron's eyes widened a bit at his assertiveness. She sat up, never breaking eye contact with his lustful eyes.

He leaned in closer and started to slowly unbutton her blouse, her breath growing faster. When the last button was undone he pushed it over and off of her shoulders, his palms brushing against her skin that made her close her eyes for a brief moment. Cameron reached her arms behind her and unclasped her bra but was quickly chastised by House. With her bra still on, he told her to lie back and she complied. He unsnapped her pants and in one swift movement pulled them down over her hips and legs, throwing them on the chair by the bed. A small gasp escaped her lips.

While staring down at her, looking over her face and smile, stomach and hips, he removed his own jeans leaving them on the floor. Then he pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, leaving only his boxers on. He finally slid her bra off and through it on the floor. Putting his left knee on the bed, keeping most of his weight on it, he leaned down and lay on top of her, enveloping her completely. She could feel his excitement pressing against her inner thigh.

Their eyes locked for several long moments before House took her hands and forced them up and over her head, interlocking their fingers. He bent down and kissed her gently, their lips brushing against the other, the heat between them slowly building. After several minutes, their hearts beginning to pound harder and faster, he removed his lips from hers and kissed his way from her neck to her breasts, briefly suckling her nipples. She moaned from the back of her throat but kept her eyes on his face as he ravished his way to her taunt stomach. With his teeth, he took the rim of her panties and pulled it down over her hips, smelling her erotic scent and eager to explore that part of her.

"House…" she mumbled under her breath.

Pulling off of her he carefully got on his knees before her and kissed her inner thighs; his beard prickling against her hot flesh sending chills through her. As he spread her legs for better access she placed her hands above his ears gently as he licked the wetness from her clit, occasionally flicking his tongue hard and fast. Taking in a sharp breath she whispered his name again as his tongue pressed against every part of her clit. With his lips engulfing her clit he sucked softly at first, forcing a relentless whine to escape her lips. As her groans grew, he'd slow down and run his huge, warm hands over her inner thighs, bringing her down from her building orgasm. A moment later he'd attack her clit again.

"Oh…God…hmmmmph," she moaned breathlessly. "Doan ma…make me…hmmph… I neeeed you…now… ooohhh…"

"No, Cameron. I want to make you cum. I want to taste you, lick you clean, kiss you with your juices on my lips." With those words her excitement grew. He dove onto her clit, lightly pinching her clit between his teeth. She held his head tighter but he suddenly stopped, grabbed her hands and brought them to her breasts. "Play with your nipples, Cameron. Can you do that for me?"

She nodded her head and whispered, "Yes, yes."

"Good girl."

Returning to his previous position, he licked her from her drenched opening to above her clit, grinning to himself when he heard her groan. With his lips encased around her swollen, hard nob, he looked and was mesmerized by what he saw. Her head was back, her mouth was open; both of her hands were enveloped over her breasts, her nipples being pinched by her thumb and forefinger.

For the next several minutes he worked her clit like there was no tomorrow, knowing she was close to orgasm by her moans and both hands were clenching the bed sheet, on top of her legs tensing and her hips lifting in the air for him.

"Howw…yes…oh, God…"

Closing his eyes, House continued to suck her clit, as if it was her nipple, until she screamed one last time and her whole body tensed up. He kept his lips around her clit under her orgasm slowly died and her legs relaxed. After he licked her clean she tried to control her breathing. Finally standing, he pulled his boxers off and his hard, swollen dick sprang free of its torturous dungeon.

"Take me, House. I need you…please," she pleaded.

Smiling devilishly, he kissed his way up over her stomach, her breastbone, making her softly moan from his beard brushing against in inside of her breasts. He slowly kissed her neck as he ran his hands over her shoulders. She grabbed onto them as he brought his lips to hers. She licked the little bit of juices that were in the corner of his mouth until he kissed her hard and passionately.

"Is this how you make love?"

Nodding her head and giving him a small smile she said, "Yes, definitely."

Lifting her right leg up over his waist, she took the hint and kept a hold of him with her leg, keeping pressure off of her foot. When she felt his dick brush against her inner thigh on a mission and keeping eye contact with him, she raised her head and watched him as he slipped his dick inside of her, filling her completely, forcing her to throw her head back and close her eyes. As he entered her slowly – pulling out just the same – she felt him lift her legs and place them over his shoulders, forcing her hips up and back for deeper penetration.

"God, Cameron, you feel sooo good," he moaned above her.

Again grabbing her hands and clasping their fingers around the other, he sped up his undulation, groans escaping his own lips. She kissed his Adam's apple, his neck; licking his collarbone and moaning under her breath. As he continued to fuck her long and hard, their breathing matched as their orgasms surged within them. Their hands grasped the others harder and harder, neither one of them wanting to let go. She felt his dick pulsate inside her and she pushed her hips up to meet his thrusts.

By that time, their groans of pleasure were simultaneous; their breaths blowing over the others' like a warm ocean breeze. He placed his chin almost above her forehead as he'd pull out, leaving just his head inside her then plunge back in. Her orgasm started from her pussy and spread to her head to her toes at the same time. He groaned into her ear, stiffened his body as he came inside her, which sent her into her own powerful orgasm.

"Oh, House," she cried, literally.

Tears built up in her eyes as they clung onto the other, their cheeks side by side; their breathing heavy. He removed her legs from his shoulders and she wrapped them around his waist. He lifted his head up, placed his elbows on either side of her head and brushed her hair from her face, looking into her eyes lovingly.

"That…was…great," she muttered.

"I aim to please," he whispered back.

"No, you don't, but you did then," she answered with a smile.

"That's true."

Slowly House pulled out of Cameron and told her to lie on the pillow. As she did, he popped two Vicodin for the throbbing in his leg and slid under the covers beside her. He put his arm over her head and pulled her to him. She threw her right her leg over his left and grasped his hand with hers. Neither one of them spoke as he started to run his finger up and down her stomach, grinning when she'd tense then release. His fingernail trailed around her breast, her nipples slowly growing hard again.

"House, I…"

"Shh…" he said, moving on to her other breast.

"But…"

"Shut up."

She looked at him confused, not sure what his plans were. But feeling his fingers move over her collarbone, neck, running his thumb over her cheek, she didn't really care. She loved him touching her. He moved his hand to her belly button, tracing his finger around the outer rim. His palm ran over her waist, sending goose bumps over her arms.

"Close your eyes." Reluctantly she did. "Relax, Cameron."

"I am…"

"No, you're not. Now shut up, keep your eyes closed and relax."

House continued to run his fingers and hand over her as gently and lovingly as he could. When he started to get drowsy he laid his head on his arm and asked, "Is that how you make love, Cameron?"

She smiled, turned to him and said, "Yes, House. Thank you."

Boldly, Cameron placed her hand on his cheek as House looked into her eyes. She caressed the slightly protruding flesh under his bottom lip. He in return did the same to her. Never breaking eye contact, she tilted her head down and opened her mouth until the tip of his finger scraped her bottom lip. With a smile, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip from the right to the left. She stuck her tongue out just a little against his thumb, circling just the tip slowly. She felt her cheeks flush from her boldness, but she wanted this – she wanted him. He pushed his thumb in a bit more and she wrapped her lips around it. The top of her tongue ran over the side of his thumb, briefly opening her lips then taking it in again.

"Jesus," he muttered; his eyes wide open, his lips crooked in a small smile.

He removed his thumb and she smiled at him warmly. With her left hand still on his face, she brought her left hand over to the inside of his thigh. He took her hand and placed it over his crotch. She smiled widely when she felt how hard he was.

House asked Cameron if her ankle was alright. She nodded her head. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her softly. She removed her hand and brought it up to his waist then ran her hand up to his chest.

He sat up, obviously in no pain and began to tease her by kissing her thighs, one at a time; her stomach, her breast bone. She moaned softly when he kissed her throat, forcing her head back. His lips were soft and gentle. His fingers still explored her stomach and her arms. His touch and kiss sent shivers through her. He lay back down beside her and she immediately rolled over on top of him but not letting his dick enter her.

"Ow…ow…" She groaned. "Hold on."

Rolling over to his right side, it took the pressure off of her ankle and put her in the position she wanted to be in. She got up on her knees, her right ankle over the bed that kept the pressure off, and planted a hot kiss on his lips. They continued to kiss as she ran her hand over his chest, flicking her finger over his nipple. He took in a deep breath, and it felt like a part of her breath was sent into him. It was erotic as hell. Breaking their kiss, she moved from his ear to his chest to his belly button. She felt his right hand run up her left thigh and over her ass, giving it a soft squeeze.

"Hmm, I like that," she whispered.

She positioned herself at his waist, giving him access to her crotch if he wanted to play with her while she pleasured him. She took his hard, swollen penis in her hand, keeping it wrapped around the base. His dick pulsed in her hand as she brought her mouth to the head and wrapped her lips around it. She slowly ran the top of her tongue over it.

When she heard him moan she looked up at him. She could see his breathing had become labored from his chest rising and falling and he was watching her. Watching him for a moment as she worked on his head, soon she closed her eyes and concentrated on what she was doing. She felt his hand move from her ass to her inner thigh, teasingly running it up until his fingers brushed against her wet opening. She moaned when he ran a finger over her clit, adding a bit of pressure at the fleshy part on the top.

She sucked him softly at first, wanting to bring him just to the edge before she eased off a bit. As she felt his legs relax she took more of him inside her mouth, still running her tongue over it.

"Hmm, Cammm…that feels…" She sucked his head harder while he spoke that temporarily made him speechless. "Ohhh, shhh…"

Knowing she had him where she wanted him, she took more of him in her mouth, keeping her tongue on his dick at all times. His finger still caressed her clit and he was sending her over the edge, her pussy tingling and she needed to feel him inside her, but she wasn't done with him yet. With every flick against her clit, she matched it with a flick of her tongue against his dick and a little squeeze of her lips. When he'd run his finger down to her pussy, she'd take more of him inside her mouth and they both moaned.

"Cameron, you're incredible," he muttered. She looked up at him. "May I put my fingers in you?"

"Hmm-hmm."

"I didn't quite hear you."

She nodded her head as best as she could with him in her mouth and repeated her first answer. He groaned, she assumed from her grunting that he'd felt it. And she went with it.

"Hmm-hmm," she said again.

Their eyes still locked, he inserted a finger inside her and again she moaned, as did he. He twisted his hand so the pad of his finger brushed against her g-spot and she moaned again.

"Can you take another finger?"

"Hmm-hmm-hmm."

Pushing her head down so she could take as much of him as possible, she sucked his head from the back of her throat.

"Oh, shit…" he moaned.

Feeling herself grow wetter, he inserted another finger and ran his thumb over her clit.

"Hmmmmmmm," she whined.

While he kept twisting his fingers inside her, occasionally flicking his tips against her g-spot, she continued to suck him with the same intensity that he was rubbing her clit. She tasted a little pre-cum in the back of her throat and moaned again.

"Cameron, can you come for me?"

She looked up at him again. "Uh-uh," she tried to say.

With his left hand he reached down and grabbed her face, forcing me to look up, most of his dick slipping out of her mouth.

"Cameron, talk to me. What do you want?"

Regretfully she brought her head up so she could talk to him. "I want us to come together," she gasped.

"We can do that now. Would you like that?"

"No, I want to feel you come inside me."

He smiled and sat up, forcing her to sit up as well, with minor grunts of pain because of her ankle.

"I would, too." He stood up and stared down at her. She couldn't resist staring him down, either. "Turn around and scoot your ass down to me," he said light-heartedly, but there was a command and aggressiveness in his voice that stopped her heart cold. But she was yearning for him so badly it actually hurt, and it wasn't from her ankle.

"House! God! That was a big turn on!" She teased.

"What? You don't want to be my submissive?"

She thought for a second. "Uh, I'm not saying that."

Carefully she did turn around and pushed herself closer to him, her ass all his, kicking just her ankles over the bed and spreading her legs in a hungry burning. She buried her face in her folded arms. She shivered when she felt his hands on her hips then slowly moved to her ass.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes," she muttered in a strained whisper.

"You know about safe words?"

"Yes."

"Yes? I don't think that's right, Cameron."

"Yes…Sir."

"That's better. Give me a safe word." His deep, throaty voice, firmness and authority in his voice raised her heat beat two-fold.

"Lavender."

"Very good. You know to say that word if at any time you become uncomfortable."

"Yes, Sir."

He put his hands on her waist and pulled her to him. She closed her eyes in anticipation of his long, hard cock push into her, but he had other plans. He brushed his dick against her ass, bent over and kissed her back between her shoulder blades, moving to the small of her back. She moaned, turning her head so she could see him in the corner of her eye.

"No, Cameron. Please keep your head down. Do you want a pillow?" he asked, his hot breath blowing into her ear as she buried her face again.

"No, no. God, House…just take me," she whined. "I need you."

"I don't like beggers," he said firmly. "And you are completely out of hand."

Before she could correct her mistake, she felt him raise himself off her then his hands ran over her ass cheeks. For a brief second he took his hands away, and in one swift, hard slap on her ass she squealed from the sharp pain.

"Do I need to remind you of the rules, Cameron?"

"No, no, Sir. I'm sorry."

He ran his hand over the cheek he'd slapped her with that relieved the sting just a little. "That's better."

"Thank you, Sir."

He slowly ran his hands over her back again, and while she should have been relaxed, her whole body was tense. His hands ran up to her shoulders and massaged her neck a little. She felt him press his torso against hers, his dick once again pressing against her inner thigh.

Without warning he reached for her arms under her head, straightened them above her and held onto her hands. Slowly he kissed her ear, her neck then the nape of her neck. She felt goose bumps erupt but he didn't stop running his lips over her neck. Her breathing had become fast and shallow, as she was so close to cumming just from him kissing her and feeling his chest against her ass.

"Cameron, are you okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good girl."

He continued to kiss her as he ran his hands over her sides, kneading his fingers softly against her skin. He pushed himself off of me and she heard the wrapper of the condom packet.

"Do you hear what I'm doing, Cameron?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered breathlessly.

"Do you know what that means?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you ready for me?"

"Oh, god, yes, Sir, please…now."

"Now, that just will not do," he said unyieldingly. "What did I say about beggers?"

"You don't like beggers, Sir."

"No, I don't. Why don't I just leave you here and let that sink into your brain."

She didn't know what to say. Her first thought was to say her safe word, but she was so excited she couldn't say it. All she knew was he meant business and she'd best keep her mouth shut.

"Don't move. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Sir. No, Sir, She won't."

She heard him walk away then the bathroom door slammed. And Cameron was left alone.