The Game Heats Up

House smirked and started the bike. He loved the feel of the engine rumbling beneath him; it was one of the things that drew him to the very idea of a motorbike.

As well as getting chicks.

Speaking of which, having Cameron wrap her arms (and most of her legs) around him was a definite plus of motorbike riding.

Rolling out of the parking spot he revved the engine before putting it in gear and speeding down the road.

Passing the first junction he felt her hands begin to shift over his torso.

What the hell is she doing?

He thought it over carefully until they came to the first junction. As the light changed to green it suddenly came to him. She was practically feeling him up, and while he was driving a motorbike no less.

After that the engine didn't rev so much. He was all too aware that neither of them were wearing a helmet and he guessed (rather accurately) that she wasn't going to stop until the engine did.

Her hands covered his lower ribs, the tips of her fingers digging into his pecks ever so slightly. Together, hands and fingers began to travel down until her palms covered his abs.

It was then he felt her rest her head gently between his shoulders.

The fingers on her right hand began to slowly trace the ridges of his rather newly formed six pack.

He almost closed his eyes and sighed contentedly but he luckily remembered he was driving a motorbike.

A motorbike he almost wrapped around a tree when quite out of the blue, several of Cameron's delicate and cold fingers slipped into the gap between buttons and began to trace with the lightest touch small circles on his skin.

Cameron would have sworn in a court of law that she felt him squirm and tremble at her touch. She smiled wickedly against the leather of his jacket and continued her sweet torture.

She wondered if she had pushed it too far; especially when they slowed and turned from the main road.

'Jazz' flashed on and off in neon blue a little way ahead easing her worries a little.

But still she did not stop. It was almost as if it was hypnotic. As if it were additive.

As if he were addictive.

He stopped around 20 yards from the entrance and killed the engine.

And still she didn't stop.

He almost didn't want her to.

"Cameron..." He started in a hoarse whisper, a hand moving to cover hers, "...If you want a drink..." His other hand reaching back to find her shin, "...you're going to have to..." His hand rose higher skimming past her knee and further back until the tips of his fingers had officially left thigh country and graced the land of ass, "...come with me."

He could feel the deep breath that she took push her chest heavily against his back. He almost heard a gasp from her lips and then a soft vibration of a slight hum reverberated through his chest.

She took her fingers from his skin, he shivered slightly missing the warm contact, but she still kept her arms around him. In fact, he was pretty sure he felt her shift closer to him.

At which point he became aware of the fact that his fingers were gripping Cameron's ass and a certain part of his anatomy was getting pretty excited.

"Come on." he said slapping her thigh none too gently.

"Hey!" she said hopping lightly from the bike and slapping him on the arm.

They both felt cold and bereft without the contact of the other, but neither would admit it.

House grunted and groaned whilst sliding from the bike.

"God, anyone would think you were an old man."

"The name is Greg, but thanks for the compliment. And it's precisely because I'm a strapping young man that it's hard...to get off a motorcycle, Miss Cameron." he said accusingly with a smile in his eyes.

She blushed once again and averted her eyes to the ground.

House kicked the stand down, propped the bike up and put the keys in his pocket.

He turned and their gazes met before hers began to trail downward.

Quick as a flash, he had spun her to face away from him, one hand resting on her hip the other wrapped loosely around her shoulders as he tried to keep his midriff as far away from her as possible.

She yelped in surprise.

"You were going to look weren't you?" he said accusingly into her ear.

"Just wanted to admire my handy work."

"Ha, ha." he said humourlessly, "If you did look imagine what I'd have to do to get you back."

"Aw come on Greg." she said trying to turn, "It could be fun."

"Oh no you don't, keep facing front." They stood in silence for a moment before he continued, "You saw before I could turn you away didn't you?"

She didn't speak, but it was all the reply he needed.

Then leaning into so his lips were no more than a millimetre from her ear. "This is all your fault you know."

"Really?" she said slightly nervously, shivering at his proximity.

"You brought this upon yourself."

She could feel him move ever so slightly closer to her. The hand at her waist slipped underneath her blouse, his fingers blazing a trail up her side before tracing circles on her flat stomach. He saw her eyes flutter closed and her mouth gasp a small breath.

"You know sexual arousal in women is more subtle than a mans, but far more interesting." he murmured as his fingers continued to dance over her skin, his other hand moving from around her shoulder to join in the sweet torture that was doing nothing to help his situation, "Heart and breathing rate increase. Pupils dilate. Breasts get bigger, nipples become erect. And lots of other things a part of me would be very interested in at the moment."

Her hands reached for his wrists. Not to pull them away, a gentle encouraging touch.

He stepped forward bringing their bodies flush against each other. She lent heavily against him as he nuzzled her neck breathing in her scent, completely lost in each other.

The sounds of a drunken group emerging from the bar drew them back to reality. Her fingers gripped his wrists hard and his fingers stopped their movements. They stood, breathing together until some sense of normality returned and a little of the tension drifted from them.

"So." he said softly resting his chin on her shoulder.

"So."

"Drink?"

"Oh, yeah." she said with a certain amount of relief.

"This is actually one of my favourite bars. I know a lot of people in there. Do you have any ideas as to how I can walk in there with my reputation in tact?" he said playfully, a hardness still evident to both of them.

"Just hold on and follow me." They began walking as one to the entrance, "Surely walking in with a hot girl will do something for your reputation?"

"Hmm, not sure I've brought some hookers here that were prettier than you."

"Hey!" She said elbowing him in the stomach. "I'm better than any hooker and you know it."

"Maybe I'll find out later." he said, the barest touch his lips against her neck as the disappeared into the dark entrance of the bar a silent promise of things to come.