CHAPTER NINE – Part Two

FRIDAY EARLY EVENING, House's office:

By the time House packs up to leave work for the weekend, he is seething at Cameron for neglecting him so long. He's had a boner since he woke up Wednesday morning and he didn't have the heart to take care of it maybe he was too lazy. But he wants Cameron. He's been dying to be with her for the longest time. Oh, right, it was just a week ago.

With Cameron, though, that's six days too long.

He walks towards his office door and sees a sticky note on the door. He hadn't noticed it before because he'd come in through the diagnostics office.

H – look in top drawer

The note has piqued his curiosity tremendously. After all, curiosity is House's middle name. He saunters back to his desk and slowly opens the drawer.

There, he stands is shock. He is looking at a pair of red, lace panties. He grins. He pulls it out and runs the silky material between his fingers.

He then notices another sticky on the bottom of the drawer. He pulls it out and reads it.

H – check out cabinet

His grin grows wider. He limps over to the cabinet so fast he barely uses the cane. He opens the cabinet and hanging by a metal hook is a bra. He shakes his head and tries to quell his thumping heart. He pulls it off.

He then notices another sticky note.

H – my place 10 tonite; leave the garments in my locker. We won't be needing them. Here's the key

House is thrilled. He's finally able to get what he hasn't gotten in a week.

He slips Cameron's panties and bra inside his jacket, grabs his duffle bag, shuts the lights off and heads out to the women's locker room. There's a pep in his step. A lump in his thumping cane – wait, the lump is in his throat. He starts to hum a song although he can't remember where he's heard it before.

It doesn't matter.

Dr. Gregory House is getting some tonight!

He slams open the locker room door not even caring if another female nurse is changing. He has a very narrow range of vision. He finds her locker and opens it.

Sitting on the top shelf is a packet of batteries.

At first he has no idea what they are for. But he thinks.

And thinks.

And thinks again.

Ah-hah! Batteries. AA batteries.

There's only one thing batteries are used for. His smile returns to his face. He turns to the door and walks out.

He hums the same tune.

It's killing him as to what song is on his mind. More like what's on his lips.

As he puts the duffle bag on the back of his bike and puts on his helmet, the song title finally comes to him.

KC and the Sunshine band's Get Down Tonight.

After all, that's exactly what he'll be doing.

He sings the song as he drives home for a quick shower, change of clothes and something to eat before he heads over to Cameron's.

Ten minutes before 10:00, House brings his fisted hand up to knock on Cameron's front door before he remembers the key. He pulls the key out of his pocket, unlocks it then enters the foyer.

From the back of the apartment he hears a moan, presumably coming from the back bedroom. He walks to the couch, takes off his jacket, grabs the battery pack and heads to find her. As he enters her bedroom he finds several candles lit in an otherwise dark room.

Lying in the middle of the bed is Cameron. She's naked with her legs spread apart; her right hand on her breast running her left over her wet crotch. She's moaning softly but isn't aware House is staring down at her.

He stands against the door jam and watches her pleasure herself, all the while his penis is screaming for release.

Cameron pinches her nipple with her fingers as she rubs her middle finger against her swollen, sensitive nob and pushes her hips out, grunting louder as she tilts her head back with her mouth open.

House can no longer stand not touching her, and he's willing to stand there and continue to watch her. But his now hard, swollen and aching cock tells him otherwise.

He leans his cane against the dresser, pulls his t-shirt over his head and throws it to the floor, not even caring that it'll get wrinkly. Eagerly yet quickly he unbuckles his jeans, pushes them down and stomps on them. He tugs at his dick a bit to release some of the pressure that is building upl there is little relief. But there is only one thing that will take care of his current condition.

He takes a few quiet steps closer to the bed and she is still oblivious that he is there. She is bucking her hips wildly and her groans have become savage, manic.

House gingerly sits on the bed and luckily she doesn't feel his presence. He leans forward, places his left arm over her waist, leans in and flicks her unclasped nipple with the tip of her tongue. She moans loudly as he takes more of her nipple into his mouth and sucks harder.

"Hmm, Greg…"

"What are the batteries for?" House asks as he briefly glances up at her then hungrily attacks her nipple until she answers.

Her fingers are still playing with her clit but she so desperately needs something else. It takes everything she can muster to answer him but she catches her breath.

"Taw…top draw…oh…"

Cameron arches her back which gives House more of her areola. He nips at her nipple with his teeth that sends shivers through her. He places his hand on her stomach before he breaks his grip and leans towards the nightstand.

He opens it and smiles when he sees the head of a vibrator sticking out from a wash cloth. He takes it in his hand, unwraps it and turns his attention back to Cameron.

"Cameron, what is this?" House asks feigning stupidity; he just wants to hear her say it. He gasps when he feels her hand take of hold of his now swollen dick in her hand.

She still has her right hand on her breast; her eyes are staring at him intently – the eyes of an extremely sexed out and raring to go woman in heat.

"Uuuse it…on me," she whines breathlessly.

"Not quite sure if I can. Are you wet enough?"

She lets go of her hold of his dick, takes his hand and places it between her legs. He grins at what greets his fingers and he rubs his forefinger against her swollen, wet clit. He runs his finger from her clit to her entrance and is satisfied of her readiness.

"Cameron – I want you to talk to me."

"I am…" she mutters.

"No, talk to me while I fuck you with the vibrator."

"No…"

"Yes, you can. Tell me about the first time you were with a woman. But I want you to use Cuddy instead of her name."

Cameron's eyes bug out and looks at him like a scared little girl.

"House, no…I…I can't…"

"Oh, what a shame. I forgot the batteries for the vibrator. Too bad."

"Please…God…I…"

"Cameron – you work with me and I'll work with you."