Chapter 9

After they leave the small diner House drives them in silence back to her place.

Once they get to Cameron's home exhaustion overcomes both of them, their little conversation at the restaurant had an impact on them and House blames Cuddy and Wilson for it. Cameron heads for the bathroom for a much needed shower and to put some distance between the two of them.

When she steps out and into her bedroom wrapped in a fluffy towel, House's already down to his boxers and t-shirt lying in bed watching her movements (he enjoys doing that a lot), his back rests against the headboard both his arms behind his head and legs crossed at the ankles. At first she was a bit uncomfortable with his piercing stare but now she's gotten used to it, and in a way she kind of welcomes it, it makes her feel wanted.

She's searching for some underwear when his voice stops her.

"Don't bother to put those on." He gestures to her clothes and she feels the dynamics in the room change, she guesses the time apart while she was in the shower was a good thing.

Maybe.

"I'm not gonna sleep naked." Before she knows it he's standing in front of her, for a guy with a bum leg he sure can move fast, then again he's got years of practice. Without uttering another word he takes the clothes from her hands and places them at the end of the bed. He's so tall and she's barefoot so she has to lean up in order to see his eyes, they're a darker shade of blue, and it's like they're slowly sucking her in almost like he's hypnotizing her.

He slowly but confidently lifts one hand and places it on top of the knot that holds the towel in its place and her breath catches in her throat when his knuckles graze her skin. House unties it and the towel pools down at her feet leaving her completely exposed to him, only he's not looking at her body he's looking straight into her eyes in a fierce lock trapping her in and she can feel her heart rate increase exponentially. Only he has that power over her.

He places both his hands on her shoulders and leans down to kiss her with such intensity that it contrasts with his soft touch before, one hand leaves her side and tangles in her wet hair pressing her even more to him. He directs her and she walks backwards until she falls in bed with him on top of her pinning her to the mattress with his body weight. Cameron moves her palms up and down his back and she tries to take his t-shirt off, he pulls back for just enough time to take off both his t-shirt and boxers, but once she reaches for him he grabs both her wrists and pins them above her head preventing all her movements.

House looks down at her and by the look on his eyes she can see this is gonna be different from all the other times. He places both her writs under just one of his larger hands and starts trailing kisses down her neck to her breasts, but these aren't gentle kisses, he's scratching her with his stubble leaving red marks all over her pale skin. The odd thing is that it's turning her on. Or maybe that's not odd at all, she's not sure, the intensity of it all clouding her thoughts.

House goes back up kissing her forcefully on the lips, they're already swollen and the skin on her face is turning red as well from the scratches his stubble causes. She squirms under him and tries to release one hand to touch him to feel his skin, anything, but his grip his too tight and he's much stronger. She's frustrated and aroused at the same time and to show him this she bites his lower lip just hard enough to draw little drops of blood, he instantly breaks the kiss gazes at her and without warning plunges himself into her. Condoms are no longer a concern, Cameron went back on the pill after that first time, feeling him inside her without any barrier makes it much more intense.

The unexpected movement drives her over the edge and to her surprise she climaxes right there just for the feel of having him inside her, he's not even moving and she's already in ecstasy screaming loudly enough for the neighbors to hear. He waits until she recovers to start moving in and out of her and all she can see is a smug grin on his face. Cameron's movements are limited since he doesn't seem to want to let go of her hands, of course if she really wanted to stop this she could. She doesn't want to.

Cameron figures he's trying to regain some of the control he has lost over his emotions, she believes that in some twisted way he's trying to prove her wrong about her earlier assessment about him and Cuddy and also her own relationship with the man in question. She's just not sure if he's trying to prove it to her or to himself, but she has no doubt in this moment there's no one else on his mind but her, she has been with him enough times to be sure of that.

As he continues to pump into her harder and faster she wraps her long legs around his waist creating a new angle and bringing him impossibly closer, their moans get louder and louder and she can feel how close she is again and he's not far behind her. She cries out in pleasure again even louder than before if that's possible and he follows her, her name on his lips muffled by the bite he leaves on her shoulder blade. House collapses on top of her and finally releases his grip on her wrists, they're not bruised but the pain is there, however hers is nothing compared to what he's probably feeling, supporting himself in only one good leg and one free arm can't be easy.

Even though she welcomes his weight on top of her he's slowly crushing her, with her now free arms she carefully rolls him to her side and she pulls the covers over them. After a while Cameron thinks he's asleep but then he takes both her hands in his larger ones and much to her surprise House places a kiss in each of her wrists, and it's the gentlest thing she has ever seen him do in the years she's know him.

This was most defiantly not an ordinary day. Or night for that matter.

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