AN: I've always thought that the woman Cameron became in season 3 would have been irresistible to House in season 1 so that's kind of the premise of this story. Monster Trucks rally, House chances his arm about making Cameron his distraction rather than obtaining hookers in the next ep and Cameron has the personality that she would have in season 3. This has been sitting in the wings a while. I've got two chapters, a bit of a third and a plan for the fourth (and possibly fifth). I sincerely hope that posting and seeing what you guys think will help my muse get back to work and try to complete it soon. "Want/Need" is a working title and may be subject to change. Enjoy!
'Race you to the car.'
He chucked and hobbled after her.
The show had long since been over, their VIP tickets letting them hang around backstage to see the trucks up close so, as they stepped out into the parking lot, it was no surprise to find the place was almost entirely empty but for a few remaining cars.
She leaned against the trunk of the car, smiling at him as he limped towards to her.
God, she's beautiful.
Where the hell had that thought come from?
It wouldn't have happened if she wasn't here, if Wilson hadn't ditched him for dinner with Stacy. Something dangerous in him flared up at the thought, but it died down again as his gaze settled on Cameron's wide winning smile.
He moved closer.
Visually, she was a good distraction. Maybe she would be interested in distracting him in another capacity too.
She was still smiling as he came to a stop in front of her. He the corner of his mouth twitched upwards just as he cupped her cheek and pressed his lips to hers.
He could feel her shock, feel her tense beneath his fingers but even so, she leaned into his kiss rather than away from it. After a few moments she drew away, her hand at the centre of his chest to keep him from following her.
'I thought this wasn't a date.' she asked staring up at him quizically.
'It still isn't.' he stated, though his palm was still delicately cupping her cheek.
'Then what is this?'
He sighed gently, his hand now moving from her jaw. He looked down at his cane thumping against the ground.
'I need a distraction.' he said honestly, 'You're attractive and I'm enjoying myself.'
He watched as she drew her lower lip into her mouth and chewed it thoughtfully.
House imagined biting on that lip himself, the thought making his fingers twitch.
'Fine.' she said finally, smoothing her hands up over his chest.
House leaned back and stared down at her.
'You're okay with that?'
'Yeah.'
'Why?' he asked in a deep serious voice.
She shrugged. 'I find you attractive, I think you're sexy. I enjoyed kissing you. I want to kiss you again.'
'But... I'm using you.' he said still confused.
'And I'm using you. Why can't we both get something out of it?'
He stared into her eyes, looking for doubts, looking for anything that might suggest that this was as bad an idea as he thought it was but he only saw curiosity and a glint of something close to mischief but not million miles way from desire.
Lifting his right arm up, he set his cane over the trunk then grabbed her by the hips and set her on the car with ease.
She smiled setting her heels on the fender, her knees spreading wide allowing him to nestle his hips between her thighs and rest his weight against the car, relieving the some of pressure in his thigh.
Cameron slid her arms up around his neck and tilted her head, waiting.
He regarded her carefully, searching one last time for any reason not to proceed, but relaxed confidence roll off her in waves.
She really was a wonderfully beautiful creature.
House pressed his lips to hers and kissed her thoroughly, all thoughts of Wilson and Stacy sharing dinner banished from his mind as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
Lights flashed in their direction and a horn sounded and a stranger yelled, 'Get a room!'
They drew apart slowly, arms still wrapped tight around the other.
'We should go.' Cameron murmured. She shivered violently only now realising the chill in the air.
He nodded and moved away from her to slide into the drivers seat of the car.
She waited a moment, running her tongue along her lips before following him into the vehicle.
They drove back in silence but it wasn't uncomfortable by any means, it simply was.
He drew up outside her home and pulled on the parking break.
Cameron looked over at him to find that he was watching her.
Coffee was her first thought. She was just about to ask him up for coffee before she realised that being veiled in her wants was most definitely not going to work in this set up.
So she finally settled on asking him, 'Want to come in and make out some more?'
He answered her by shutting off the engine and getting out the car.
She didn't say another word as she headed up the stairs, stepped inside her apartment and removed her jacket; the door left open as she fetched a glass of water, waiting for him to slowly make his way up the stairs.
Hearing the door shut, she headed back into the living room.
She watches as he takes off his jacket, setting it over the back of an armchair along with his cane.
She doesn't offer to put away his jacket, it would be too much like he's staying.
He takes a seat in the centre of her sofa, making himself comfortable.
'Come here.' he murmured.
It has to be the quietest she's ever heard him speak, he's not looked at her once since entering her apartment but still he knows she's there, knows she's close enough to hear his whispered command.
She sets her glass of water on the coffee table and comes to stand in front of him.
Their eyes meet.
In the light, they were more uncertain, awkward.
He held out his hand, the meaning clear.
With extreme care, she straddled his lap careful to keep her weight from his thigh. She shivered feeling his warm hands on her hips, pulling her closer, letting her know how much pressure he wanted.
House watched her reactions closely. She wasn't kidding when she said she wanted him; her pupils were dilated, her skin flushed, her breathing short. This wasn't some sort of power play, a chance to manipulate him. She genuinely wanted him and he liked it.
He smirked.
Cameron rolled her eyes, before leaning in and pressing her lips to his.
An indeterminable amount of time passed and House felt Cameron's thigh muscles trembling beneath his wandering hands.
'I think...' she started.
'Lie down.' he ordered.
Her gaze flickered between his eyes, the intensity she saw there coupled with the feeling of his erection straining against his pants didn't really give her any option. Plus, she wanted to feel the weight of him over her, wanted to know what he would do when he had more control.
She stood with some difficulty, heat pulsing through her thigh muscles in protest.
House moved to the far end of the couch.
She sat and removed her shoes, trying not to show her hurry.
All the while House sat patiently, observing her in a way he rarely allowed himself to do at work; taking in the sight of her long delicate digits, trim hips and subtle curves.
Her eyes met his as she slowly lowered herself down on the cushions. He followed her carefully, moving her left leg against the back of the couch so he could settle against her hips once more.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her body up into his. She groaned feeling him settle even deeper between her thighs.
'Enjoying this?' He said gripping her hip with his left hand, encouraging her body to curl closer to him.
'You certainly are, so why shouldn't I?' she breathed, going one further and bringing her legs up around his body.
He grunted dropping his head to her shoulder.
She was briefly concerned that she'd hurt him, the grip of her legs loosened briefly but as his lips began working on her neck, his hand gripped her ass and his hips ground down on hers she was reassured and gripped him harder, taking the lobe of his ear roughly between her lips.
His hand was beneath her shirt exploring up and up, she broke the kiss the instant his fingers brushed the material of her bra. It wasn't that she didn't want him to keep going... it's just that wasn't what they'd agreed.
'Second base wasn't on the table.'
He raised his upper body, his hips still connected deliciously with hers and stared down at her.
'You're stopping this because we didn't hash out all the details?'
'We said making out. Second base is not making out.'
'It is for me.'
'It's not happening. Not tonight.'
'Not tonight? You think this will happen again?'
She shrugged. 'We've both had fun. You'll always need distractions. And unless you do something to really piss me off I think I'll always to be attracted to you.'
'We'll see.' He said drawing back from her to sit at the opposite end of the couch, adjusting himself and fixing his rumpled shirt.
She swung her legs over the edge of the couch and ran her hands through her mussed hair before tracing her fingertips over her lips. She could still taste him, her chin was raw from the constant brush of his stubble but she didn't care. There was a wide and comfortable smile on her lips as she looked over at him.
Now looking his usual dishevelled self, there was nothing to give away the fact that they had been making out for nearly an hour. That is, except for the mildly upturned corners of his mouth and persistent warmth in his mischievous eyes.
'Guess I'll see you tomorrow.' She said standing.
'There's no guessing about it. I'll be at work and so will you if you want to stay in a job.' he said pulling himself up and grabbing his stuff.
She laughed a little and opened the door for him, leaning against it, arms crossed as she watched him shrug on his jacket.
'The monster trucks were fun.' She said as he stood toe-to-toe with her.
'More fun than what happened after?' He asked with a smug grin.
'It was all fun, House.'
He tilted his head and fixed his collar beneath his jacket. 'Still gonna call me House after making out for an hour?'
'For now. Might be different after second base.'
'Goodnight, Cameron.' he murmured with a gentle tip of his chin.
'Goodnight, House.' she whispered.
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