Chapter 10

Within a heartbeat of the door closing House had her slammed up against it, his mouth hungrily devouring her own. Cameron could barely form a coherent thought as her body came alive under his touch. She did not recall her jacket sliding off her arms to the floor, nor how she managed to toe off her sneakers so quickly. The only thing she knew was that she needed this, needed him, to take away the emptiness, to fill her, to make her feel whole again, to forget.

Suddenly House pulled away and pressed his forehead to hers, bracing his arms against the door on either side of her. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed. She leaned into him, trying to capture his lips once again, but he stepped back. Opening his eyes, he locked his gaze with her own. She was confused why he had stopped so abruptly, but soon the realization hit her as she read the reality of the situation in his eyes.

This time, they were completely sober. No alcohol hindering their self-control. No drunken mistakes to use as an excuse.

"House," she whispered, gently nodding her head. Reaching out her hand, she caressed his cheek then let her hand drop to the collar of his shirt. She balled the fabric up in her fist and pleaded with her eyes. "I need you…please."

He closed his eyes again and savored her words, grateful she realized what he had feared, that they were really doing this, and they knew what they were doing. There would be no repercussions, no blame, no guilt. They needed the one thing they each could give the other.

Cameron's fingers splayed on his chest before quickly unfastening the buttons and pulling the shirt down over his arms. She lifted his t-shirt over his head and he assisted her by raising his arms up before bringing his large hands to her slight shoulders. She took the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head, then reached behind her to unclasp her bra.

House sucked in his breath at the sight before him. The night before had been so rushed, so hazy that he did not have a chance to really look at her. She was beautiful, he had to admit. Not that he thought she would look otherwise.

Cameron could feel the heat rising between her legs, her insides tightening as she watched his eyes move over her. Slowly she slid her pants down her legs and stepped out of them, followed by her lace panties. She now stood before him completely naked and House thought he might have a heart attack.

His eyes continued to roam over her, and he could feel the sweat form on his brow. He returned his eyes to her, and she thought she would explode from the intensity he showed her in those electric blue eyes. He needed this as much as she did.

Cameron wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him feverishly. House's tongue demanded entrance into her mouth, and she obliged. As their tongues danced, she sucked on his bottom lip, eliciting a moan from him. His hands moved everywhere on her body, entangling in her hair, down her smooth back, cupping her bare ass as he lifted her right leg up and around his hip.

She made quick work of the snap and zipper on his jeans, pushing them down over his hips while he kicked them off the rest of the way. She could feel he was ready for her, his hardened arousal pressing against her abdomen through the fabric of his boxers. She rolled her hips against him, and he moaned again, still reveling in the taste of her mouth.

Pulling back, she gripped his boxers and pulled them down slowly, resting on her knees as she looked up at him with a devilish innocence. He took a few steps back, needing to find something to lean his weight on. He backed into the wall by the kitchen and braced himself for what he hoped was coming. Holding his breath, he watched mesmerized as she crawled towards him on her hands and knees, never breaking their lustful gaze, until she reached him and sitting back on her heels, turned her attention to his hardened cock that was throbbing so painfully now that House didn't know if he would last.

Ever so slowly she glided her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip. House closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the wall. He absentmindedly placed his hand on the top of her head, encouraging her on. She lingered on the tip of his erection, tracing her tongue in circles.

"Fuck," House hissed.

Placing her hands on his hips, she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked hard. House grabbed her hair in response, moaning loudly. He began to see stars behind his eyelids as he felt himself slip inside the moist warmth of her mouth, tasting and sucking him. She moaned and it nearly undid him as the vibrations rocked through his entire body.

He bit his bottom lip and finally opened his eyes, looking down at the magnificent sight before him. Allison Cameron, giving him the most mind-blowing blowjob of his life.

He couldn't help but cry out as the sight of her mixed with the sensations her mouth was bringing him nearly brought him to the edge. While he wasn't ready for this to end just yet, he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Suddenly he gripped her shoulders and pulled her off of him and up to her feet. His lips found hers. Before she could register what was happening, he was walking them around the corner. Gripping her hips he lifted her up on to the kitchen table. His lips trailed down her chin to her neck, taking his time to nibble and suck her skin. Her hands ghosted down his back as he leaned over her, working magic with his lips and tongue. She couldn't help but think how utterly glorious this all felt, despite the fact there was no emotion involved…right?

Cameron screamed at her mind to shut up and let her body regain control, which was easy to do once House had moved lower. He kissed and massaged her breasts, taking one hardened nipple in his teeth before sucking hard. She hitched her breath and arched her back. While he continued caressing her breast with his tongue, his hand slid down her abdomen to the heat beckoning him between her thighs.

Cameron could feel her thighs begin to shake as his touch grew nearer to where she needed him the most. And as he slid two fingers inside her, she couldn't help but scream as her pent up emotions raged to the surface. He hooked his fingers and found that most sensitive spot, and Cameron bucked her hips in response.

"Please, House…please…I need you," she whispered breathlessly, her head shaking from side to side. Her whole body vibrated with desire and need, and she began to feel overwhelmed. It was all too much.

He placed his hands on her thighs and opened her legs wider, positioning himself at her entrance. She put her hands on her head, feeling that she might split in two if he didn't take her right then and there.

He thrust inside her once, and they both cried out. Cameron raised up on her elbows as she met those blue eyes once again, and watched him move in and out of her. Their need was too great to start this slowly. He looked down at their bodies meeting, and he found himself thinking how much he was beginning to like being in this place, inside her.

House screwed his eyes shut, quieting his mind as his body resumed control. He met her eyes again as she wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging him deeper, harder, faster. Finally she sat up and braced her arms on the table so she could shift her weight on them, enabling her slightly lift her bottom from the table in order to take him as deep as possible.

"Fuck, Cameron…you feel so…so…" he babbled incoherently.

"Shhh," she cooed, and she rolled her hips to meet his thrusts. His grip on her hips tightened, and she was sure there would be bruises to show for it, but at that moment she didn't care.

House leaned forward and put his head on her shoulder as he pounded into her with as much force as he could muster. He could feel his release building. When Cameron rocked her hips against his one final time, he felt her walls clench around him and he came with her, letting out a whimper of pleasure and satisfaction.

"Oh my god," was all she could say, lowering her bottom back to the table top and wrapping her arms around him. They stayed that way, he still buried inside her, her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, arms wrapped tightly around each other, until House's leg began to scream at him in protest and he pulled himself away from her.

Luckily the prescription bottle was on the nearby counter, and he reached for it immediately.

Cameron remained on the table, steadying her breathing as she ran a hand across her forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had formed there.

House turned and leaned against the counter.

"Bad day?" he asked her.

She lightly chuckled as she delicately hopped off the table, keeping her grasp on the piece of furniture as her legs were still unsteady.

"You could say that," she replied. "Chase thinks he just made a stupid mistake and that we shouldn't end what we have over it."

House looked down at the floor.

"What you have?"

She thought a moment. "Or what we had, rather."

"And you think…"

"He's still a creep and makes my skin crawl," she said, staring at nothing.

"But…" he said, eyeing her.

"But…it still hurts." She lowered her gaze. "However, now…it doesn't feel so bad. Thanks." She seemed to blush, which amused House after what they had just done.

"Don't mention it."

"How about you? Run in with the boss?" she asked, finally looking at him.

He shrugged. "I thought there was something there, but I guess not."

Cameron narrowed her eyes at him. "You mean, not for her. But for you, there still is."

It was his turn to look away. "Maybe there was…but now, I'm not so sure."

She didn't quite know how to take that. Because of her and their little "meetings?"

"So…" she said hesitantly.

"So I'll live, I'll get over it. Wouldn't be the first time; probably not the last."

She smiled gently. "But it still hurts."

He stared at her then looked away again. "But right now, not so much…thanks."

She could've sworn she saw him blush. "Don't mention it."

After an awkward pause, Cameron broke the silence. "Well, I'm gonna go."

He looked at her confused, then questioned himself. Did he really expect her to stay the night again? She only had the previous night because they had both passed out from drinking. Tonight they were just…them.

"Oh, ok…" he said, walking into the living room to find his pants. Their nakedness seemed to be inappropriate now.

"Unless you…did you want to…" she said, bending down to pick up her own clothes.

He turned to her, zipping up his pants but leaving the top button undone. "What, go another round?"

She pulled up her pants and slid on her bra. "I mean…if you still need to…"

He smiled and bent down for his t-shirt. "No, I think…I think it worked itself out."

She pulled on her shirt and smiled. "Yeah, me too."

They stared at each other a moment before nonchalantly moving away. Cameron headed towards the door, slipping on her shoes and hastily putting on her jacket. House headed in the opposite direction, standing in the doorway to his hallway. He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking of something to say without making a complete ass of himself.

"So…see you tomorrow at work then," he said, mentally kicking himself. Oh that was slick, way to go stud.

She gave him a friendly smile. "Yeah, see you around." Opening the door she turned back around. "Good night, House." Then she closed the door behind her and headed out to her car.

House limped over to the window and watched as she slid into the passenger seat. She sat there a while, staring blankly out the windshield before starting up the car. He strained his eyes to see her facial expressions, and for a moment he could have sworn he saw her smiling. But it could have been his imagination.