They got their belongings and moved quickly to the desolate car park.

House groaned the instant she mounted the bike behind him, the sheer heat of her core pressed against the small of his back almost enough to make him explode. He could feel everything she was feeling, everything she was thinking; that combined with his own thoughts and feelings had him on the brink.

"Damn," he muttered his whole body shivering.

"House," Cameron murmured.

He could tell she was unbelievably close too. From the images in his mind, he knew that it would take just a few quick rolls of her hips and she would have her release.

"Go ahead." he murmured, hoping it would quell her erotic thoughts long enough for him to drive home.

He groaned as she began moving, it took all his will power not to straddle her across the handle bars and take her right there. The small puffs of air she panted against his neck were the most erotic and arousing thing he'd ever felt. He gripped one of her knees giving her more leverage to aid her movements.

God, she was so close and the sensations were driving him mad.

She whimpered against him as her body started shaking.

She moaned loudly and pressed herself hard against him, but he was ready. He fired up the engine and revved the bike loud enough to cover her cries of pleasure at the vibrations and his own groans of frustration.

He could feel the shivers of her release as if it were his own.

Every jolt of fire that shot up her spine shot down his.

Every pant she breathed out, he breathed in.

Every sound she made shook through his own throat.

It was like the sweetest truest harmony and that was even without his own release. His body shivered and shook as he contemplated what their joining might be like and the sensations it would create in both of their bodies.

Then her exhaustion swept over him like a tidal wave.

"Cameron." he said over the low thrum of the engine.

"Hmm."

"We're far from done. You're going to have to hang on, stay with me."

"Always."

And with that he revved the engine and fired off at speed.

He drove so fast that neither of them could think, only feel.

His fast reflexes carried them safely through traffic and a number of red lights, not once slowing down more than was absolutely necessary.

Their superior balance allowed them to take corners with confidence and a great degree of tilt, more than once House felt the brush of asphalt against the denim of his jeans.

The bike shivered precariously beneath them as they slowed and turned into House's street. They were going slow enough for erotic thoughts to resurface and Cameron was refreshed from the ride and ready for the real thing. They hopped off the bike, House barely remembering to kick the stand down before they ran into his building.

House fumbled with his keys, his frustration increasing with each passing second, not that Cameron kissing his neck was helping with his concentration any. He growled in frustration, considering breaking down the door for a moment but thankfully his fingers enclosed around the right key and thrust it into the lock and turned vigorously.

Even before the door slammed shut they were in each others arms, kissing wildly, ripping clothing and groping for skin.

Shirtless in seconds, they moaned at the skin on skin contact, her mouth slipped from his and began sucking and nibbling on his neck.

He kicked off his shoes then slid his hands down her bare back and cupped her ass, lifting her thighs around him and pressing her centre to his hard length.

She bit him.

He groaned and pressed her to the wall, grinding his hips against hers.

She was so close to coming again.

House growled holding her close before making his way down the hall, it was going to be fast and ferocious but like hell he was going to let their first time be up against a wall.

Sway had had a pretty good day.

She munched some more on the cooled bacon, had a sip of milk and then explored her master's home.

It was large to the kitten, even though there were several places she couldn't yet reach.

She discovered she could hide under the sofa if need be. It was also where she found a shiny circle and chased it across the hardwood floor for a few minutes, pawing at the tricky pray until it disappeared into the too small darkness beneath the bookcase.

The bookcase was very tall. She hoped with all her might and made it to the first shelf but quickly became bored as the view was little better than the one she had on the floor and there were no shiny things to play with.

She stepped down on to a pile of magazines that toppled beneath her and made her roll away from the glossy mountain with disgruntled mew and an untrusting look.

She liked the big thing in the corner; she thinks it the 'piano' master had talked about. It smelled a little like him. She brushed the leg of it tentatively, finding it deliciously warm, before heading off on her next quest not daring to explore further lest she displease master.

She hopped on to the sofa, and then on to it's arm.

The matching chair looked close, but was it close enough to jump to?

She hovered on the edge for a moment, before stretching her front paws out and pushing off at the last moment.

She barely made it, her sharp claws making tiny indents in the soft leather.

Deciding not to try that jump for another few hours she dropped to the seat of the chair and leapt for the coffee table.

She slid across the surprisingly clear surface and landed on the floor on the far side of the table.

Another untrusting look later and she was hiding behind the pool of the curtains on the floor and instantly wary of the ever fluttering material.

Once she had caught it, and her tail too, she felt victorious and headed to the kitchen for a celebratory drink.

There was little of interest in the kitchen, a few cupboards had a peculiar scent she wanted to investigate further but she had little success with the doors.

Moving into the hall she saw a big dark space, she bounded into it confidently hoping to find another shiny thing. Deep in the bowels the closet she trudged warily over a pile of smelly sneakers and the occasional sock and T-shirt. Putting a single foot into a shoe instead of on it, she tumbled down the smelly hill and into something big and solid which began shaking and making scary sounds. As fast as possible, she was out into the light with wide eyes and flickering tail she watched the golf bag filled with clubs and canes crash to the floor exactly where her tail had been not one second before.

She flickered her tail, glad that it was still attached to her body and stared at large bag.

She watched it for a long moment, making sure it didn't move then stalked forward and pawed teasingly at the long shiny things.

They moved a little.

She jumped back, her tail swishing once more.

Then she pawed them again, this time expecting it to move, which it did, but this time she bit it too.

It didn't taste nice, but she pawed and bit until it stayed completely still in her grasp.

After this latest victory she felt sleepy, but still curious so she set about searching the rest of the house looking for the perfect place to curl up and sleep.

She hopped on to and over the would-be killer, stepping on the dark green material that felt like the sofa beneath the pads of her feet.

She moved to the bathroom and stared around her. There wasn't much she could reach; even the laundry basket was too high to jump on to. She looked up to the glassy window that she saw master through earlier that day, she wanted to get up there and see if she could see him again but she couldn't reach.

Thoroughly disappointed and sleepy, she moved back out into the hall and padded into the bedroom. Though there was still much to explore in this room, she was tired. She crawled up the comforter ladder that hung over the edge of the bed and dripped down onto the floor.

She found the exact spot where master had slept that morning and curled in it. With her back resting against the pillow and his scent surrounding, her she could easily imagine his comforting warmth and promptly fell into slumber.

She was woken by loud scary sounds in the hall.

House was scared too; beneath him Cameron was shaking.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, pulling back and brushing his hands across her hair.

But she was laughing too hard to reply.

House grinned, her mirth spreading through his body.

"We appear to have tripped." he whispered.

"No kidding. What did you trip over and why didn't you see it?"

"Well in case you didn't notice I was a little preoccupied."

She rolled her eyes.

"And I tripped over my golf clubs apparently, I wonder how..."

A quartet of fur covered feet entered his vision.

He looked up the hall and saw Sway sitting there rather scared and fearful.

"I think I know the culprit." he said quietly nodding in the kitten's direction.

Cameron tipped her head back to get her first look of House's cat.

"Allison, meet Sway. Sway, Allison." House murmured before dipping his head, letting his lips explore the her throat that was bared so invitingly.

The kitten moved forward and pawed Cameron's nose lightly.

Cameron giggled, "I think she likes me."

"Hmm." House hummed, lost in the taste of her.

Sway purred loudly and pressed her head to Cameron's hair, she giggled again. House raised his head and smiled down at the pair.

"Well, now the meet and greet is over how about we get on with what we were doing?" he said with a leering grin.

Sway watched with reverence as master wrestled with the shiny sticks and put them back in their cage with a resounding thud.

In the meantime the new woman had picked her up and cradled her to her almost bare chest.

Sway was unbelievably cosy.

The woman had the same safe and subtly powerful tang to her scent as master did.

Sway crawled carefully up onto her bare right shoulder.

It was smaller than masters but it felt just as right to sit there as it had done on his. She purred loudly and pressed her head to her ear.

"Well, look at you two." House said with a smile.

"I think she really likes me." Cameron replied, giggling slightly.

"She has a thing for werewolves." he said wrapping his arms around her and kissing her gently.

They both shivered slightly as their skin met once more.

"Mraow." Sway mewed as she pawed his chin.

"Uh-uh. You're too young to see this." he said picking her off Cameron's shoulder and placing her on the floor. "Now scat cat."

Sway brushed their ankles and then bounded off towards the living room.

"Aww," Cameron cooed.

"What did you want her to watch? Cause what I plan on doing to you ain't exactly PG." he said holding her hips to his, his fingers brushing the skin just above her waist band.

"No, I just think she's cute."

"My cat is not cute."

"She is."

"She's stupid." he muttered darkly and frustrated, "If it wasn't for those clubs we'd be done by now."

"Is that something you want to boast about?" she asked with a grin.

He looked thoroughly disgruntled at her accusation.

"Maybe it's a good thing." Cameron continued, "Now we can go slow."

"Well, slower." House relented, "There's just something about you that..."

Her body shivered as she saw what he wanted to do to her.

"Oh God, Greg..." she moaned.

"Still want to take it slow?" He asked lifting her around him once more, the warmth of her core against his hard length driving both of them crazy.

"Just a little slower than that." she mumbled as they stepped across the threshold.

The door closed softly behind them.