Chapter Five

So, I was aiming for the fact that Cameron gave in first (although barely), yet she still ended up winning in the end. They both did. How'd I go? Now- CRae- your reviewing gives me the 'good review tingle and insane happy giggling issues.' Really, thankyou so much my precious. And I know what you mean about the 'blech, reality,' thing. Probably why I write ridicolous amounts of fiction come to think of it. Missy Jade- Mmm, yes. The utter goodness of random alternating and rapidly changing obsessions. sgr11- I'm very honoured that you would consider starting this story when it's four chapters in. It reassures me that people aren't just in it for the cliffhangers. Randa05 and SimpleNClean92- Bingo! You both got it, pretty much. Angel- Why do you bother saying anything? Because it makes me stupidly happy, and unable to keep from posting another chapter in the hopes of more positive reinforcement? Just like one of Pavlov's puppies I am.
(NB: this chapter has been edited 'cause I didn't want to up the rating. You move anything to 'M' on this site, and they hide it if people just click on the fandom. They expect peopleto know about this and specifically search out M rated stories, which is just no fun for writers.)

Just realised that was a much longer pre-chapter ramble than usual. Wow, I'm proud of myself. Gah. Just read the story.

It was Saturday evening, and she was lying on his chest again, absently trailing a finger over his skin and clearly thinking about something. House smiled slightly, watching her as she watched her hand, ear to his heart beat. She liked to do that, would take any opportunity to feel the regular thudding under his skin. He remembered how they had stood after the first time he had accosted her late in his office. She'd buried her face in his rumpled shirt, and he'd had tiny flash of insight about what was to follow.

Thinking about that insight, and working purely off instinct, he realised he probably knew what she was thinking about now. If he were correct, asking her about it just to reinforce his omniscient image would not be the right course. So he waited.

'So what happens now?' She asked, and for a moment, he thought had been wrong. 'We go to sleep?' Replied House, slightly confused.

'After that.' Said Cameron patiently.

'You know, it would help me to answer you if I knew what you were actually asking.'

He felt her let out a small huff of air, possibly amusement, and she lifted up slight to place her other ear to his chest, so she was looking up at his face. 'It's a bit of a traditional relationship thing that once people have slept together, they tell each other their secrets.'

And House realised he'd been exactly right. So he danced around her a bit more, pretending he didn't understand where she was going yet.

'I got drunk on prom night and threw up in the bushes,' he offered innocently.

'So did I. But not that. I mean…'

'You threw up in the bushes? The great innocent, Allison Cameron? We're talking about the same person here?'

'Shut up.' She was smiling. 'Besides, you know I'm not as innocent as I seem.' A hand wandered downwards, but he caught it before it reached its destination. Once she started that, he had an idea that she'd keep him on the edge until he agreed to her demands. She pouted, but he didn't let go, so she gave up.

'Wrong sorts of secrets. I want to know what you know…' She was having trouble putting words to it, which was to House's advantage.

'I know lots of things.' He started when she trailed off. 'Like about this little spot here.' In demonstration, he brushed calculated fingers over a place he had discovered never failed to turn her into jelly. She wriggled gratifyingly against him, cheeks flushing.

'Mmm.' She swallowed and tried again. 'Not that.'

'No? This then?'

She let out a low moan that just about undid House. She panted for a couple of seconds, attempting to recover. 'I'm trying to talk here.' She told him, mock grumpily.

'You're not doing a very good job.' He informed her, smiling wickedly.

'That's because you're using your powers for evil.' She accused him.

'Thought you liked doctor's hands.' House pointed out. Shaking her head at him, she stretched up and captured his lips, kissing him senseless to shut him up. He blinked mutely at her when she pulled back, and she figured it had worked.

'What I was trying to say, was, what are we going to do on Monday morning?'

'Mmm. And what you meant was, what is everyone else going to do on Monday morning. Or whenever they find out.'

'They're not finding out.' She insisted, suddenly panicked.

'Relax,' he soothed her in amusement. 'We can only do our best not to let them know. Unfortunately, Cuddy's even better at this than I am. She just doesn't show off as much.'

There were a few things in there that Cameron wanted to answer, but she chose to stick to her original point. 'It's the 'this' that I want you to share.'

'What 'this'?' Asked House innocently, earning him a light slap on the chest. 'Stop it.' She told him. 'You do know what I mean, because you have an unerring ability to just… know stuff. So, I wanna know; are there any interesting issues brewing? Or any of those other little things that you always seem to know about?'

'You want me to just tell you all my deepest secrets and skills that took years to hone in?' House put on a tone of affronted shock.

'Yup.' Cameron replied lightly, lips curving in a smile that never boded well for him winning the argument. He realised her ploy a second too late, and could only arch into her hand with a hiss as she kept his gaze innocently.

'See? I'm already picking stuff up.'

'Yeah, you're a real quick study…' he trailed off, his eyes practically crossing as she squeezed lightly. 'Cameron,' he moaned, but she was merciless.

'You gonna tell me?' She asked, pausing so he could answer.

'Some stuff,' he conceded, panting slightly. She thought about it for a moment, then nodded to herself. 'It's a start.'

House let out a moan as she rewarded his promise with gentle fingers. His hands fisted in the bedding and he was letting out erratic pants of air as he attempted to stop breathing at the feel of her hands. She considered that a sexually undone House was possibly the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. His hair was tousled and his expression slightly desperate as she worked, his muscles twitching and contracting out of his conscious control.

A thought occurred to Cameron, and once again her lips curved in that smile. She saw him gulp, and paused a second to let him stew before she wriggled down the bed, pulling the covers back with her as she went until she reached the area she was interested in. House was watching her; unable to move as she licked her lips and moved in.

Every muscle in his body tensed, and his head tossed back on the pillows, back arching. 'Cameron,' he squeaked, sucking in harsh gulps of air when she didn't pause. She held his jerking hips still with two small, warm hands, and reduced him to an incoherent mass of quivering muscle.

Gathering all his scattered will power, House opened his mouth and moaned a desperate; 'please.' She smiled to herself, feeling him twist and buck under her. If he wanted to, he could have easily thrown her off, but he let himself be held down by her light touch, straining against his own muscles to hold still for her.

And then… House relaxed suddenly, panting hard and looking down at her in disbelief. She'd stopped. He swallowed hard, realising what she wanted and trying hard to regain his senses. But it was terribly hard, looking at her sitting back on her heels between his legs, with that expression on her face. All he could think of was that he wanted her mouth back on him, and he wanted it right away.

'Just 'some stuff'?' She teased.

House tried hard to remember how his tongue worked. 'Everything,' he finally managed to gasp, but she didn't resume immediately, to his desperate dismay.

'Everything?' Cameron questioned slowly, raising an eyebrow.

'Absolutely everyth…ggk.' House interrupted himself with a moan as she descended once more. Slowly, meticulously, she worked until he lost control, shuddering and clutching at the sheets. Raising her head and waiting until he met her eyes, she lifted her chin slightly and swallowed languorously, and then licked her lips.

House let out one long sigh as she dipped her head again and licked him clean before climbing up his body and resettling on his chest. 'So…' she started lightly, causing him to fix his barely steady blue gaze on her. 'What would everyone's reactions be?'

To be continued…(one more chapter, just to answer Cameron's final question)