PUSH Continued: Shove
House leaves the hospital already with a tumbler of scotch in him. He figures he is going to need it. He briefly questions what he is about to do. He knows he usually does stupid and rash things, but now he even wonders if he might be going over the line here. He ponders the potential hurt factor, but Cameron seems so self-assured. Gregory House decides he'll look at her like another distraction; he's egotistical enough that he doesn't have the money in his wallet. This doctor factors his own hurt factor out.
House pulls in front of Cameron's building, opens the glove compartment, takes out a flask and takes a long swig of scotch. He watches the hues of the sky changing from blue to purples and pinks, the day ending, late winter air cooling the night. Another big swig and he decides he is going to enter this situation and turn everything around and put it in his control, that's how he deals with things best.
The Cameron that answers the door is the confident, head held high, striking woman that left the hospital with a strut. She isn't quiet; she isn't the Cameron he's berated for weeks. She is smiling and friendly, ushering House quickly into her home. She asks him to follow her to the kitchen, as she is just tidying up. Does he want something to drink? Is he hungry?
House sits at her kitchen table, watching her move stealthily around the kitchen. She hands him a drink, and leans against the counter, seemingly ready to have a casual conversation, which they haven't had in months. House thinks to himself that this just isn't going to do. Better to just dive in. He eyes up the clean kitchen table. He quickly downs the tumbler, puts it on the counter, takes the wine glass out of Cameron's hand, and places it next to his glass. He grabs Cameron by the waist and lifts her up on the edge of the table. He enjoys seeing the element of surprise on her face, if he had his way, he would keep it there. And get his money and go home tonight. Game on.
Cameron's sweater feels soft beneath his fingers, the heat of her body radiating into his arms. Though his motions are so quick, it seems as if his mind is suspended - slowly taking in her scent, the closeness of her breath and body, her changing expression, the wideness of her green eyes, and the softness of her mouth. He is apprehensive about how to touch her - to kiss her or not? To be tender? He shakes his head. House looks at her shocked face, his hands gripping her waist, and he slowly ducks his head, running his cheek along her neck, hearing her gasp slightly. His hands reach for her arms, running his fingers down the sleeves, and lowering her down onto to the table. Leaning over her, he roughly pins her arms above her head and starts moving down her torso, nuzzling and groping and biting through the fabric, a free hand searching for the hem of her skirt, Cameron starting to squirm under him.
Lowering himself into the chair, House removes her shoes, tossing them behind them. Allison giggles when she hears the thud of them falling. His hands trail up her legs, up those ridiculous maroon tights that a five year old would wear. His fingers enjoy the curve of her thighs as they inch up her skirt, the heat under the tweed heating him, arousing him more and more. Roughly, he pushes the skirt above her waist, his long fingers running along the band along her waist, touching the skin, the forbidden skin. House stands a bit, leaning over her, running his nose and face over Cameron's pelvis inhaling her arousal. When he reaches the band, he sticks his tongue out and licks the soft exposed skin. His hands on her hips, he grabs the waistband with his mouth and starts pulling the maroon lycra down, his teeth guiding the hose down.
As he begins to reach the fine, sparse hair, he has to note: no underwear. "Well, Dr. Cameron, I never thought you as being the no underwear wearing kind of girl," and continues on his path of removal.
She replies, "I like to feel free."
House grins, his mouth pulling the nylon further down, his nose rubbing along her skin. He yearns to lick her, to taste her - anywhere.
The removal of the maroon stockings occur with relative ease. He tosses them over his shoulder and sits back in the chair. The increasingly horny doctor pulls himself closer to the table for what he feels is the real feast. He isn't sure if this is in their agreement, but he doesn't care; he can't help himself. Slowly, his mouth begins the upward ascent along the inside of her creamy thighs. Taking in the taste and the feeling of the soft flesh on his tongue and under his hands, he is mesmerized. He can feel Cameron's body responding, her back arching, pushing herself closer to him. House teases her without mercy, nosing around in her pubic hair with his tongue, never touching her folds, watching her getting wetter and wetter, seeing the red marks his scruff leaves on her.
Greg House wants to hear her call out his name, to ask for him to pleasure her. It doesn't come, and he isn't surprised, she is (he is finding out) the master of holding out. He can't resist anymore. He delves his tongue into her, tasting her, exploring her, feeling her body rising, moaning quietly. God he wants her, his erection becoming painfully pressed in the confines of his jeans. He pulls her closer, feeling her fine tight ass under his hands. Lost in her taste, he is enjoying sucking on her arousal and gauging her response. Her moans turning into 'yes-es' and gasps as he feels her slim fingers in his hair. He rubs his scruffy chin gently on her clit, and then twirls his tongue on her swollen nub to soothe and tease it more, his fingers gently slid up down her and finally thrusting into her, where he feels her wet walls clamp down on him, her hands pull his head harder into him, she rubbing herself into his face crying out in pleasure.
She releases him, lies back on the table, while he continues to lick at her twitching muscles, savoring her taste and smell, drawing it all in. He runs his hands up and down her legs. House feels an odd twinge of intimacy within himself; he wants to pull her into his lap and into his arms, have her closer. He quickly tries to brush those thoughts and feelings out of his mind, these unfamiliar twinges, like forgotten mementoes locked away in attic trunks to be rediscovered treasures. He tries to remind himself he is a third of the way to his two hundred bucks. This thought doesn't help him.
Cameron sits up, and gently slides her body onto his lap, a small smile gracing her lightly glistening face, her green eyes enlivened. She leans in and kisses House - a short wet kiss on his mouth. He is surprised, and pulls her closer to him, hesitating, looking at her mouth and then devouring her lips with his mouth. Cameron opens her mouth to him willingly, he tangling his tongue with hers, tasting, licking. His hands feel their way to her hair, grasping soft locks, his hands moving to the back of her neck, feeling the softness of her skin and hair in his fingers, his thumb circling a soft spot on her neck. They back away from each other breathless, their eyes filled with lust, surprise and bewilderment. Cameron smiles.
"C'mon," she says, the word dripping off her tongue. She gets up off his lap, and offers him her hand.
She guides House to her bedroom. He is awed by her confidence. The room is dimly lit, and he can't really take in the surroundings. Cameron is quick to guide him to the edge of the bed, taking his cane from him and hanging it from the bed frame within his reach. Standing in front of him, Cameron unzips her skirt and slides out of it, pulling her sweater over her head and removing her bra.
House wants to sit there and take her in, the day's events happening so quickly. She crawls behind him on the bed, her arm wraps around his chest. The young doctor begins to nibble on the back of his neck and his ears, rubbing her hands up and down his torso, her nimble fingers starting to unbutton his oxford and pulling it off his shoulders. She teases the edge of his T-shirt, feeling the warm skin underneath and then pulls it up over his head.
Gregory House is enjoying her attention: her fingertips gently tickling his skin, her mouth soft and wet along his neck. He knows he is going to be completely naked in front of her soon, but he realizes that he's suddenly not scared or nervous about that. As much as an asshole he can be to her, Cameron would never focus on his leg, never make a remark, and probably never take notice of it; innately, he knows this is true of her. Some reason he feels like he can trust her. This feeling and revelation is weird and an odd emotion for him to have and it continues to creep into him.
She gets off the bed and stands in front of him, kissing him, working her mouth down his body down his chest. He is glad to feel the warmth of her skin, the curve of her hips brush through his hands, the softness of her breasts. House feels her hands at his waist, undoing his buckle, and he is compliant. He shifts his hips and off go his jeans, Cameron grabbing his boxers, sneakers and socks along with them.
She is kneeling before him before he can stop her. He has white flashes in his eyes as she swirls her tongue along the tip of his cock, her wet mouth taking him wholly, her hands sliding up and down his shaft. She stops, gliding her body up along his, he feeling the hardness of her nipples along his skin as he reaches out for them, first with his hands then with his mouth. Cameron before him, hands in his hair, as he licks and sucks at her hardened nipples, nibbling on them with his teeth, pulling her body closer to him. Her scent enchanting him, as he pulls her closer, closer...
She backs away and offers House a hand. He takes it, looking at her with confusion. "Trust me," she smiles.
She leads him over to a soft, low stool placed in front of an old-fashioned vanity, three long mirrors angled and lightly lit by some candles. Allison has House sit on the stool, and she opens a drawer and retrieves a condom packet, handing it to him. House is captivated by the mirror and the repeating images in it, an abundance of visual stimulation in his mind.
Straddling his legs, Cameron lowers her lithe body onto his hard-on slowly, her tight muscles clamping around his cock giving him such pleasure that he immediately groans. She rhythmically moves up and down House's shaft, as he tries to inhale her, devouring her mouth, her neck, her breasts - anything he can taste and touch. He feels the grip of her fingernails on his arms, any pain in his leg a forgotten memory.
Cameron groans in his ear. "Hmm...House," she says in a breathless growl, "does this feel good?"
He groans. He can't be verbal - his capacity for words just not a possibility.
Cameron halts her movements. He looks at her, trying to keep his face from showing any emotion that he is starting to feel. She is smiling. Momentarily, he wonders if she is going to get up and walk away and leave him like this – aroused, naked, exposed. She turns around, faces the mirrors, and lowers herself on him again. He is enthralled. He can feel the pulsating of her walls as she moves up and down his cock. He reaches in front of her glistening body, rubbing her nipples between his fingers, his mouth tasting her neck and her back. He isn't sure how much more he can take.
This woman is astounding him, taking away whatever pain he had, endorphins running rampant through his body. His heart is racing; he is panting. Watching Cameron in the mirror, House sees her reach in front of herself and start rubbing her clit. She is just amazing to watch, to see her take herself to further ecstasy, as she is fucking him. Her head is thrown back, her long curls tossed everywhere. With one hand, she reaches for his head, his mouth immediately going for her fingers, her other hand massaging her clit. And the mirrors… just watching everything in three different angles, three different dimensions, House is lost - overwhelmed. He puts his hands on her hips and starts forcing her down onto him harder, she is moaning loudly, he knows she is starting to climax, he can feel it; feel that hot burn inside of her starting to let go to an unbelievable release, and he is with her.
House is at awe at this woman before him, which is shocking to him. He holds her in his arms; they are both glistening with sweat and panting. The feeling of her in his arms is so foreign to him, but he has no desire to push her away. Not yet at least. She turns slightly around on his lap, slides her arms around his neck, and places a kiss between the skin between neck and shoulder.
She pulls away and looks at him with a little evil grin on her face. She keeps smiling at him, why?
She leans in, kisses his mouth, enjoying the mixing of all the tastes. "Hmmm…that was so good," she smiles into his lips.
He nods, but he is frozen. Frozen suddenly by what is going on here tonight, though he is so warmed by her heat.
Cameron stands up and takes his hand as to lead him somewhere again, he is confused. "C'mon," she motions.
House realizes that she's leading him everywhere tonight. He lost control. He tries to recall when he lost his control, he begins to realize it happened a long time ago.
"Take a vicodin, get in the bed, have a little rest," she says as she pulls him up and guides him to the bed, "we're not done yet."
She winks and leaves the room. House is speechless. He slides cautiously into the cool sheets. He hears Cameron making noise in another part of the apartment, and seriously wonders what the heck he should do. The deal was sex, money, leave. Lost in his thoughts of new confusion, Cameron reappears in the room with a tray of drinks and snacks.
"Figured you may have worked up a bit of an appetite, I know I did," she crawls onto the blanket with the spread. "Besides, you need to get your energy back, if you think this night is over, you're crazy."
Allison leans in to kiss him, and House is astonishingly glad for the comfort of her mouth. She pulls away. "Animal cracker?"
House feels a pressure on his chest. He opens his eyes to see a cat staring at him. "Great, she has a cat. No surprise." He thinks to himself.
Sunlight is peaking through the curtains lighting an unfamiliar room. "Sunlight. Hmm. Sunlight? Oh, shit."
He looks at the cat, "Thanks for waking me, you think you could have aimed for earlier?"
House hears the gentle breathing next to him. Allison. He closes his eyes, memories of the night flashing in his mind. Her head is in the crook of his arm, he feels her naked ass snuggled up against his skin. "Hello, morning erection." He knocks the cat off him, turning over to pull Cameron's body closer to his, her breast in his hand, his mouth on her neck.
"Mmmm, morning," she smiles.
"Yes, good morning." He surprises himself by his somewhat pleasant and happy tone.
"Where's my two hundred bucks?"
"Well, first, let's talk about getting rid of the new boyfriend."
She laughs. "And to think, to get you to this place, all it took was someone who seemed like a boyfriend, an insult and a push."
"You mean more like a shove."
"True."
"We have some talking to do." He says quietly.
"You think?" she smiles. "I think we need to talk, period."
House ponders the truth of her words. The reacquainting of conversation between the two of them really such a missed pleasure.
She pauses. "I knew you couldn't refuse a bet. That no matter what crap you dished out to me, the more I ignored you, the more it drove you crazy."
"Oh yeah?"
"Oh, yeah." Cameron laughs. "I knew how bad I wanted you…still. And with all the anger you were throwing at me, I just knew you that you were using it to cover something else."
She looks at him with her honest green eyes. "I guess you think that makes you pretty smart? So you decided to really do two things," House whispers in her ear.
"Two things?"
"Sure, make a bet with me – which I can't refuse."
"And second?"
"Pissing me off more by making me potentially jealous and possibly sending me into a rampage."
Cameron laughs. "No, I think that would have been too dangerous. That's all you."
"I like hearing your voice again," he says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.
"I like that we're talking right now." She smiles at him.
He nods in agreement, leans over and kisses her. "I'm glad I'm here."
A week later, after what was a 'staged' meeting with Cameron to discuss their differences, House and Cameron appear to be back to their old selves at the hospital. At least that's what everyone else thinks, and that's fine by them. For now.
It's Friday morning, and House has promised to take Cameron on an honest first date. He is looking forward to it, since he secretly craves more time with her. Allison is sitting at the conference room table contributing to their whiteboard meeting. House has just poured himself a fresh cup of coffee. He is limping back to the board when he takes notice of something.
He knows with the two hundred dollars that she won, she went shopping. He also knows they are leaving right after work today for their date, so there is no time for her to go home to change. All of a sudden her attire is screaming out to him from underneath her quiet white lab coat and giving him an erection. From underneath a pair of conservative, wide-legged black pants, paired with a brand new pair of very sexy black heels, Cameron is wearing fish-net stockings. He thinks he's died and gone to heaven. He would never tell anyone how quickly he has become a pushover over her... Now, the question is how to end this day quickly...
Push: In gambling terms, a tie hand between a dealer and a player; no money changes hands.
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