Practice
Cameron watched him carefully. Wilson seemed puzzled by her car as if he knew it but couldn't place it.
She was eternally pleased at that exact moment that she didn't have her own parking space with her name hanging unhelpfully from a pole in front her car.
He stepped away with a glance at the window. Cameron froze; it felt as though he was staring right at her. Though she knew it would have been near impossible to see her through the mirror like surface that the glass was in daylight she was still chilled by that look.
And by the echoing memory of his angered words ringing in her ear.
Stepping deeper back into the apartment she busied herself writing a note for House that said;
Call me as soon as you wake up.
She wrote the "l" intending to write love but quickly disguised it by writing "Allie" instead with a slight shake of her head. She padded quietly back into the bedroom and left the note on the bedside cabinet near his pills. She couldn't resist kissing him once more.
"You're worth it." She said softly against his lips. She'd gladly hide away from the rest of the world not just Wilson if it meant she could call him her own for just another day.
Cameron called a cab deciding it would be too risky to take her car into work today. It would also make a good cover story, she could claim her car was in the garage but that would be something to be discussed later with Gre...House over the phone. She only hoped that Wilson didn't try to talk to her before then.
"Princeton Plainsboro Diagnostics Department how can I help you?" she said distractedly down the phone as she sat at House's desk sorting his mail, her hands almost shaking from the amount of coffee she'd drank already.
"You can tell me how you'd like to suck my cock." House joked in a leering tone. "What's with the desperate message?"
" Wilson saw my car." She stated shifting all her focus to his voice and neglecting the mail.
House remained silent.
"Gre...House? You okay?"
"He's not good with cars. He's not good with little things." House said almost trying to convince himself. He wasn't ready for Wilson to know just yet.
"I got a cab in. I was going to say my car was in the garage if he mentioned it." she offered as a condolence.
"Good, good! Excellent." He said relieved as his head dropped back on the pillow and he stared up at the ceiling unable to shake the feeling of cold in his body as his arm stretched out into the empty bed. "I wish you were here." he sighed.
"This is beginning to sound a lot like last nights conversation on the phone." she answered with a smirk.
"With far less alcohol."
"I think that's a good thing." She said with a slight chuckle.
"Allie." he murmured in a low quiet tone; need and want and love evident in his voice.
"Greg... I can't exactly leave and hop on over there just to jump you."
"You're right. I'll be there in 10 minutes." And with that he hung up.
Cameron stared at the phone almost incredulously, frowning and completely lost in the sound of the tone beeping through the receiver that she didn't even notice Wilson's arrival until he coughed lightly.
She turned to him her eyes wide with fight and nervousness. " Wilson." She breathed in a shocked tone.
She had heard him all weekend but he didn't know it. He'd slandered her and questioned her motives and he didn't know it was her.
He smiled at her as if it wasn't her.
She struggled to smile back.
"Hey. Bad call?" he said pointing to the phone.
She gulped slightly and put the phone down as if she was still thinking about it; which she was along with everything else.
"Not necessarily." she murmured. "So what brings you here? You know House probably won't be in for hours, he's never in before 9." She attempted conversationally wondering if he'd figured out it was her car.
"I know. I wanted to ask you something." He said with a sigh before sitting down in front of House's desk. "About House."
Cameron tried, sincerely tried, to look casual but she wasn't entirely sure she pulled it off; especially when Wilson looked concerned and asked if she was okay.
Time to win that Emmy.
"Yeah, sorry long morning. I got out to my car this morning and it wouldn't start so I had to arrange a pick-up and a garage to fix it.; and without handing over my credit card details because I totally refuse to go like a lamb to the slaughter where identity fraud is concerned. So it was a matter of waiting for the guys to show up then waiting for the cab so basically I had the morning from hell and House hasn't even had the chance to get a word in yet." She rambled rubbing her temples not having to fake feeling frustrated and exhausted.
"Damn." Wilson said sympathetic and kind.
I'd like to thank my parents and family without them I wouldn't be here today. And also House the promise of a great stress relieving shag when all this is over.
"Yeah, I know." she sighed. "Sorry, you were going to ask something about House?" She said in a dull tired tone.
"Urm yeah." Wilson started. Now he was the one who seemed nervous. "Has he been acting strange to you lately?"
"You're kidding right?" She said with a humourless grin, "House defines the word strange 24/7 but I can't say I've noticed anything particularly strange other than he seemed permanently in a bad mood last week. I thought his sports team must have lost a big game or something." she attempted searching desperately for a fitting reason that was as far from the truth as possible.
"Right well... no, apparently..." He gazed at her as if he was wondering if he should disclose what he was about to. "...He...er... he apparently had a fall out."
"Oh? With who?" she asked curiously.
"His erm... his girlfriend." he replied in an almost apologetic tone.
"Oh." She said with clear disappointment, no doubt with the shine disappearing from her eyes.
They want to give her an Oscar too?
"I'm sorry."
No wonder people thanked him when he told them they were dying if he could deliver bad news like that; so kind, so sympathetic and so understanding.
"What for?" she said feigned nonchalance, the effort it took to hold in her laughter almost bringing tears to her eyes and further enhancing her acting as she focused on pushing envelopes around the desk. "It's fine. Its good actually." she mumbled with finality before stopping her task and pressing her hand to her forehead. "Morning. From. Hell."
"Like I said I'm sorry. I... if you need a lift home later you know where I am. I'll even take you out to dinner if you car isn't ready yet."
She smiled wanly and looked at him questioningly. "Are you hitting on me?"
Wilson grinned almost bashfully in a very charming sort of way.
Cameron fought to stop her eyes from rolling; no wonder nurses fell at his feet.
"I'm helping out a friend after a morning and quite possibly a day from hell." he answered innocently enough.
A ghost of a curve lingered on her lips. "Let's do lunch instead. I have a feeling at the end of the day I'll just want to go home car or no car."
She was tempted to see how House would react to the knowledge that Wilson was moving in on his girl now that he thought they'd both moved on.
This should be fun.
"Done. But you know..." he started.
"Yeah, yeah House will probably show up. Let's just hope Cuddy's on a rampage that hour." She said with perhaps too much enthusiasm.
"Okay well... I drop by at lunchtime."
"Okay." she said in a gentle fragile voice.
And with that Wilson left with nothing but the after affects of one of his charming smiles remaining.
I'd like to thank the Academy and my parents again. And where the hell is House when you need him?
Cameron grinned like a Cheshire cat. This was almost too much fun.
"Did I just see Wilson leaving here?" House said stepping into his office and quickly closing the blinds and locking the doors.
"Yep. We have a lunch date." she said matter of factly shuffling more papers on his desk.
"What?!" he shouted angered and confused. "How in the hell did you go from...?"
"Greg!" She hissed. "Shouting will only undo all the great acting I've done now will you sit down, shut up and let me explain?"
House dropped into the couch.
"Strip and speak at the same time you multi-tasking woman you." he ordered, still slightly angered.
She rolled her eyes. "I'll speak then strip because you're a man and you can't watch and listen at the same time."
"What do you think I do in here all day looking at that thing?" He said pointing to the TV.
She glared at him.
"Allie." He begged quickly folding. "What happened?" he asked in a soft tone.
Cameron smiled victoriously.
House winced and bit his tongue.
"He said he wanted to ask me a question about you. I got kind of nervous so he asked me if I was okay first. I told him my car was in the garage and basically described a morning from hell."
"And I'd bet he was all sympathetic and kind." House mocked knowing his friend so well.
"Yeah. So after that he asked about your behaviour recently and I said I hadn't noticed anything different apart from your bad mood last week. Then he explained that we had had a falling out." She didn't want to say girlfriend as Wilson had done in case it freaked him out. "I acted all disappointed. More sympathy and an offer to dinner. I asked if he was hitting on me and he said he was just helping out a friend, so I agreed on a compromise with lunch."
House stared at her almost in disbelief.
"You do realise in the space of 10 minutes you went from off the radar to the biggest juiciest looking target in the sky in the Jimmy Wilson scale of ideal women?" He exclaimed.
"Really?" she said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes.
"Yes really. He catches them on the rebound and reels them in with the friend stuff before luring them into his bed and trapping them." he commentated as if the voice-over on a perfect fishing technique on some documentary.
"I haven't really bounded you in the first place." she said with a grin. "Are you worried you're going to lose me?" she asked almost teasingly, but she longed to know the answer anyway.
"I told you this before for the best lay in the hospital you need not look any further than yours truly." he said evading her question.
"Lucky thing I'm in your office with all the blinds drawn and the doors locked." She uttered as she stood and prowled towards him.
"Very lucky." he breathed.
"You do realise that it's almost 24 hours since we last..." she ran out of words just as he had done before. Their eyes met though and they could tell they were both thinking the same thing even if they couldn't say it.
"I know." he admitted in an almost crackling tone, a slight frown over his brow.
She dropped the sexy confidant facade and sat softly next to him.
What the hell were they doing?
Their fingers inched closer until their palms rested against each other and their fingers knotted together. Cameron's head rested on his shoulder and she breathed deeply.
"I think we should stop thinking." he whispered into her hair.
"Nice idea... hard to put into practice though." she sighed.
"Practice makes perfect." He breathed.
Cameron shivered and made a small mewing noise. "We need more practice." She said lifting and turning her head towards him.
"Much more." he replied against her lips before kissing her softly.
Their kiss was slow and longing. The kind that made every inch of their bodies shiver from the sheer power of it and shot arrows of colored fire across the back of their eyelids. House turned and leaned over her carefully, his hand still encompassing hers as he deepened their kiss in a devastatingly torturous slow pace, his tongue making lazy sweeps of her mouth, though taking extra care when teasing her tongue and he lips.
"Greg." she whispered pleadingly her body quaking against his.
"I thought you said nothing at work?" He said teasingly in a low sexy tone.
"Greg..." she sighed resting her forehead against his, her fingers flexing and gripping his long lithe digits.
"I know, I know." he said disentangling their hands and wrapping his arms around her, drawing her over his thighs and smoothing his hands up and down her back beneath her lab coat.
They both sighed in relief, even though they were both still entirely clothed it felt wonderful to be pressed against each other so intimately. Their eyes met and flashed all the emotions they were afraid to voice.
I missed you, I need you, I love you.
She smoothed her hands gently over his cheek, delighting in the coarseness of his scruff and the softness of his skin. They seemed almost afraid to move, afraid to lose the sight of what they both wished and hoped was true in each others eyes.
"Allie...I..." House stammered and then dropped his gaze. It was almost too strong, too powerful for him to comprehend let alone look at.
Her thumbs moved over his cheeks and she pressed her lips softly to his.
"I know." she cooed with her lips still against his. "And what happened to the no thinking?"
"I haven't been thinking for a while." he admitted softly, alluding to the fact that he was feeling. Really feeling.
She smiled broadly. "Yeah me too."
He smiled almost conspiringly, as if they'd just shared a great secret before pressing his lips hungrily to hers. Cameron responded instantly her lips moving fast and against his demanding all he had to give and all she knew he was capable of. He pealed her lab coat quickly from her body and wrapped his arms tightly around her small body pressing her entirely to him. Already she could feel a sizable press of him against her core waiting for her.
Her hands roamed his chest and made light work of his sports coat, button down and band tee; the dark colored cloths littering the floor and part draped on her starkly white lab coat. His flesh shivered at the coolness of the leather against his skin and at the heat of her simple touches down his arms and over his stomach as her hips rolled and shifted in time to the movements of his hands over her back. Hands that soon worked their way beneath her shirt tossing it over her head and before freeing her breasts to his hungry mouth. She moaned and whimpered quietly as he showered her breasts with kisses and sucked and licked those sweet nipples to hard buds in his mouth, teasing her and readying her for him as her hips worked him to full hardness with ease, his hands hugging the pert globes of her ass pressing her harder and harder to him.
Cameron fisted her hands in his short hair as her body trembled over him, her eyes were closed and her head tilted back in rapturous pleasure as he kissed up her throat.
"I think now would be the time for us to get rid of the rest of our clothes." he suggested softly against her lips, as his hands smoothed around her hips to the fastenings of her pants.
Her body shook her eyes fluttering closed as his fingers slipped into her panties and smoothed over her quivering flesh.
"You... you make me feel so..." She breathed, her body arching to his touch.
"Tell me." He whispered, his fingertips circling her throbbing nub.
She whimpered and moaned softly.
"Tell me." He begged teasing her entrance with unbelievable dexterity.
"Hot, breathless, s-sexy, so good." She whispered. "Euf-phoric. Special."
He pulled his fingers back and lifted them to his lips sucking eagerly at her juices. "Hmm. Special huh?" he said with a smirk.
She smiled bashfully and blushed as she took his hand in hers and brought his fingers to her lips, sucking them into her mouth curling her tongue around his digits and nibbling his skin gently. "Yeah." She mumbled her mouth still full of him.
"Cool." he said with a grin watching her suck his fingers, his length twitching at her more than ready yet still clothed centre.
"You?" She asked standing and shimming out of the rest of her clothing quickly as he freed his hardness from the confines of his jeans, his hands smoothing over his length to bring it to full hardness. "Hey, hey that's mine." Cameron said incredulously watching him stroke his cock with a familiarity she envied as she straddled him carefully once more, his erection protruding between them.
"And here I thought it was mine what with it being attached to my body for the past forty-something years." He said sarcastically and yet he removed his hands from his length and slid them around her waist instead.
"But it's mine. I made it." She whispered, her hand wrapping around his throbbing girth, her thumb teasing the flushed sensitive head of his shaft.
House moaned softly and tipped his head back. "You did. You did... it's yours, take it already." He very nearly begged.
She lifted her body and thumbed him carefully as she guided him to her entrance and sank down on him slowly, taking his whole length gratefully into her wet warmth.
"I asked about you. Tell me." She said kissing his throat gently, his head still tipped back allowing her access.
"Wha'?" he breathed, his bobbing apple scraping her cheek, the sparse hairs on his chest rubbing coarsely against her nipples with each one of his rapid breaths.
"Tell me how I make you feel." She said squeezing around him and kissing his collar bone with soft fluttering touches.
"You... I... indescribable. Magnificent. I ...urgh!..." he grunted as her body gripped him again. "I feel like me. I feel more like... urgh! ...me than I have done in years. Allie!" he moaned unable to help the sound, his fingers digging hard into her hips.
"Sh." She cooed softly kissing up his neck to press her lips to his. "I'm here. It's just me and you."
He moved one of his hands up to her hair and held her against him as he kissed her deeply and hungrily, their hips gyrating and shifting as much as their tight holds on each other would allow.
They gasped as their lips parted, hot breaths mingling between them and spreading over their bodies, their hips rocking gently with his arm tight around her waist and her hands gripping tightly around his neck and shoulders.
"Can you do..." He gasped a breath. "...a countdown thing again?"
She nodded.
"10?" He suggested wanting to push a little further than last time, wanting this to be over quickly and yet last as long as possible.
She nodded a little more reluctantly this time, her bottom lip drawn between her teeth.
It was going to be intense. And it was going to be painful in one way shape or form to both of them; which made the prospect of staying silent the whole way through all the more daunting.
He kissed her softly, sucking that full ruby red rose petal of a bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling carefully. "I'll take care of you." he whispered moving his hands down to her hips to help her.
She nodded and tightened her hold on him and began.
10.
Already they could feel the tension building to almost disorderly levels as the slow thrusts seemed to take forever before the reaching the relieving and yet torturous fast paced bounce that lasted 10 seconds.
9.
Sweat began to pour from them making their hands slide over their bodies causing their grip to tighten in order to merely hold on to each other.
8.
Cameron whimpered loudly, her toned thighs already beginning to complain at this blatant over use for the pleasure coiling wildly in other parts of her body. House pressed his lips hungrily to hers sliding an arm under her ass to better aid her thrusts.
7.
House could already feel her beginning to quiver around him, her body already so close.
6.
"Wait... wait... wait... just... hold... on." House begged through clenched teeth in time to their slow teasing thrusts even though his head felt like it was about to explode from holding back his own.
5.
Cameron grunted and dropped her head to his shoulder attempting to focus on him and the feeling in her abdomen in attempt to ignore the burning in her muscles.
4.
Oh dear god four! Even the slow thrusts were beginning to pick up the pace as they grew impatient. House's abdomen was quivering and his toes beginning to spasm.
3. And another for good luck.
Cameron was lost and could barely contain her awaiting climax let alone count, merely moving to the demands of his hands on her hips.
2.
House yelped loudly as Cameron bit down on his shoulder. "Fuck!" He moaned before returning the favour, his teeth pressing into her skin.
1.
The last slow thrust seemed to be the slowest and most torturous of them all before they let loose and gave into the fast paced rhythm their bodies demanded as if trying to match the fast beats of their hearts. Breath spread down their already hot backs like fire, their sweaty bodies rocked hard and fast against each other each movement was horribly painful and yet wondrously pleasurable.
Cameron whimpered through the hard grip of her teeth on his shoulder as she shook around him, her body gripping him tightly as one of the most powerful orgasms she'd ever experienced tore through her body with such ferocity that she didn't care that House's bite drew blood from her body as he followed her over the edge. His length throbbed deep within her as his hips bucked and his back arched to press himself harder into her. His body slid a little over the leather, squeaking in a manner that would leave 13 year old boys in fits of laughter, but neither cared as their climaxes rolled on and on and on within their still bodies.
She pressed her face against his neck as he kissed the wound he'd made on her shoulder.
"Let's not do that again for a while huh?" Cameron suggested. "And never ever at work."
"Agreed." he muttered smoothing his hands over her thighs. "But damn." he muttered in appreciation and thanks.
"Damn us both to hell and it would be worth it if just for another one like that." she agreed, clinging to his sweaty body tightly.
"I'm already going there."
"Let me come with you." she said exhaustedly.
"You just did." he said matter of factly, a smirk adorning his lips.
She laughed against his neck, her whole body shaking.
He grinned, the sound lifting his heart and the shivers of movement sending pleasurable shocks through his body as he was still pressed deep inside her.
"God you're amazing." he whispered against her ear, his hands still moving over her thighs.
"Still talking to God even though you're going to hell?" she teased.
"Only about an angel like you." he murmured.
"If I can't get orgasms like that in heaven then I don't want to go to the big white clouds in the sky."
"They should be mandatory. They are heaven. The perfect paradise." he rambled on, his mind still fogged with post-coital heaven.
"I which case I better put a good word in and get you up there with me because I swear to God you're amazing too." she said honestly.
House sighed, heaven feeling further and further away despite her body still wrapped around him.
"We're good but maybe...maybe we're too good."
Would it have been simpler if the sex was crap, if they hadn't made this bargain and he never discovered the curves of her body and the subtle elegance of her mere presence? Would it have been better to leave this attraction and sexual tension festering in his body without attention until it consumed his aching tired limbs and tore at his mind? Would it have been easier to not hire her in the first place and snip this bumpy road from the map in the beginning?
But such sweet highs he knew they were capable of called to him and sung in his body more brightly than his need for Vicodin. He was addicted. He was lost so deeply that he didn't care which road he took as long as it was with her by his side.
Cameron sighed in reply. "Maybe. But it is so good."
Please don't let it end; they thought at the exact same time.