His hands were in her hair, on her shoulders, tucked around her waist, traveling down her hips and back to her rib cage in rough yet experienced motions. Cameron was resting all her weight against the wall as House rested most of his weight on her, the knee of his good leg pressed against the wall on the side of her. His mouth teased her own, opening briefly to allow her a taste of his buried soul. Cameron could feel the bristles of his unshaven face clawing into her skin, wanting to leave scratches but she didn't care, who the hell would care? For a grizzly crippled grouch he sure as hell knew how to seduce. Her hands molded over his shoulder blades, feeling them move and flex beneath her fingers as he moved his arms from her waist to her stomach, toying with the bottom button of her gauzy sweater. He lifted the shirt just a little and felt Cameron tense as his calloused fingers touched her bare flesh. House captured her lips fully once more before finally pulling away, trembling fingers gripping the material of her sweater. Cameron reluctantly opened her eyes, blinking multiple times, as if coming out of a daze. House's cheek was against hers, and she couldn't see his eyes. She looked down and watched as his fingers trailed back and forth over the soft cotton, and she gripped his shoulders a little harder.
"Cam-"
"Shh." she immediately shushed him, none too soothingly. She felt his surprise as his shoulders tensed and she held him tighter. "You'll ruin it." She smiled as she felt his shoulders slouch.
"You can't shush me. I'm not a mute." he said, still not moving from his position.
"Just pretend. Or let me pretend." Cameron rolled her eyes blissfully, inhaling his scent. They were quiet for a few moments, and House finally lifted his head and looked carefully at her.
"So...do you prefer kissing old men or young men? Cause even though its been six years for me, I think I still got it pretty good, what do you think?" he cocked an eyebrow and Cameron did everything in her power not to give him the satisfaction of laughing.
"I prefer kissing you." she replied, smoothing the crinkles in his t-shirt.
"Oh god, here we go." he looked at the ceiling and sighed. "Prince Charming...although I'm probably more of the horrendous ogre type... kisses the pretty girl and she never stops swooning. Thanks for the egotrip though, it's done me some good." he said with no malice whatsoever. Cameron raised one finely shaped eyebrow.
"Are you going to take my shirt off or...?"
House looked mildly taken aback and Cameron smirked, resting her hands atop his, which were still twisting the tails of her sweater. "You can." she whispered, highly amused as his face went from taken aback to HOLY CRAP. "If...you want."
House gnawed the side of his lip.
"And I thought I'd heard it all." he finally muttered. "But that one was probably the best." he sighed, letting his fingers undo the bottom button. "As much...as I'd love to see you in your slim, supple, pretty birthday suit, mine has not defied the laws of gravity and resembles that of the old troll under the bridge." his eyes went dark and he sighed a little. "And...my leg..." he said this with such a hint of self-consciousness that Cameron got the desire to beat anyone who'd ever given him a second glance. She stood on her tiptoes and let her lips brush his jaw.
"I wouldn't care if you're whole body was useless like your leg. I'd do all the work for you." she whispered in his ear, and almost grinned as House stared at her blankly.
"If only all women offered such services. There'd be no bored housewives. Ever." he stammered, eyes trailing down Cameron's body. He rested his hands on her slender waist, letting his breath out. "I don't...want you to end up with something you don't need." he said under his breath, yet his words seemed to scream at Cameron. Had no one ever loved him?
"What could that be." she asked, watching her fingers running over his chest.
"Me, for starters." he grumped. "You're Mary Sunshine. I'm..." his eyes rolled, trying to come up with a good sarcastic remark.
"You're you?" Cameron suggested, and a trace of a smirk fell on House's face.
"I'm me." he settled, his grip on her waist loosening. Cameron looked up at him and in a burst of confidence, bravery, and probably stupidity, she began to lift his shirt.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." she said, and an irresistible grin of complete dumbfounded happiness came to her face as House raised his arms so she could pull his shirt over his head. Much unlike that of a troll, House's body was long and lean, with a natural tan that made Cameron feel a little fluttery. She lightly traced her fingers over his chest before gripping his belt, slipping her fingers through the belt loops. House cupped her face in his hand and kissed her again, wrapping his free arm tightly around her waist, nudging his hand under her shirt and running it over her warm skin. Cameron pulled from his mouth and glanced to the side, seeing a bed peaking out of an open door. She looked at House and he looked back at her and she began to pull him towards it.
"Hey–" House held his hand up, and Cameron froze, afraid she had taken it too far. House pointed to the floor. "Could you get that?"
Cameron looked down and almost melted with relief when she saw he was pointing to his discarded cane.
"Yes." Cameron giggled, reaching down and offering it to him. House grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the cane and drew her against him, meeting her lips again. They made out like teenagers against the wall until House couldn't support himself without the cane anymore, and he reluctantly released her and took the cane from her grasp.
"Go." he said, hitting her lightly with the cane.
"What?" Cameron's heart sunk again.
"In there!" House nodded his head exaggeratedly towards the bedroom. "What, you didn't think I'd actually make you leave -now-, did you? -That- would be impolite."
"It's never stopped you before." Cameron rolled her eyes, and House thwacked her in the leg again.
"Hustle!"
Cameron couldn't help but laugh as she grabbed his belt and pulled him with her down the hallway.
"Enter." House swept his hands towards the room, cane almost smacking Cameron in the face.
"God, watch that thing." she complained, walking into the dark room.
"I've got other things to tend to." House murmured in reply, closing the door behind him.
Should I should I?
