Play Resumes
"Turn around," he said plainly.
She gave him a questioning look for the briefest of seconds before turning her back to him.
It was at this point, with her back to him, when she couldn't see what he was doing that her mind began to race.
She wondered briefly if he was like this during sex. Was he always in control? Did he like being on top? Etc. It struck her that she had often had her back to him this evening and the idea of 'doggy style' passed through her mind. But before she could even form an opinion on it all her thoughts suddenly stopped as she felt his hand brush her hair to one side, letting it fall over her right shoulder.
Maybe he had a neck thing? She thought the instant before his lips brushed the back of her neck as his hands began kneading from her shoulders down to her elbows and back again.
She tipped her head back and gave into the sweet sensations his touch invoked in her as he nipped gently just below her earlobe and his fingers trailed through her hair and danced where her neck met her shoulder.
"Cameron." his voice rumbled deeply, his breath on her skin making her shiver, "Are you hot?"
"I suppose that's a matter of opinion." she replied, almost breathless.
"Just answer the question." he said, as his fingers found a particularly sensitive spot making her gasp in a deep breath.
"Yes."
By the time she had finished that single word his hands and lips had left her flushed skin.
"Then you should take of your jacket," he said casually, though the smirk and the glint in his eyes said it was anything but, "Don't want you to overheat now, do we?" he added condescendingly.
And which point Cameron turned to him and scowled in a way that made him want to take off her jacket and everything else that she was wearing and burn them along with every piece of clothing she'd ever owned. A small leather jacket that was thrown at his face pulled him from this satyromaniac and pyromaniac's fantasy.
"Hey!" he said with a chuckle.
Cameron couldn't help but smile coyly back.
"Deak!" he called, looking over her shoulder.
"Hey Greg." replied a deep voice.
Allison turned her head to see the typical image of a barman walking towards their table.
Plain black shoes, black pants, white shirt and a white dish cloth over his left shoulder. He looked around 40, but with the dim light in the bar she could have easily been off by ten years or so in either direction. His smile was warm and kind; and he looked every bit the friendly ear to speak all your troubles to, nodding forlornly and smiling in all the right places.
"And what are you doing with a bum like him, little Miss." he said to Allison as he sat opposite them. "You're obviously far too good for him."
Allison smiled warmly in reply, while House muttered "Don't I know it." loud enough for both of them to hear.
At which point the barman grinned widely and extended his hand to her.
"David Kenny, but everyone calls me Deak. My nick name from college and I haven't been able to shake it since."
Her small hand became encompassed in his.
"Allison Cameron."
"Ah." he said knowingly, and smiling in House's direction, "It's nice to finally meet you, Allison."
"Finally?" she said ending the handshake and looking at House, the introspective look was fast returning so she took up his hand once again.
"You had to go and open you mouth didn't you?" he said accusingly at Deak, while his thumb rubbed absentmindedly over Cameron's fingers.
Deak grinned, "I did tell you I'm as good a talker as I am a listener. So what'll be folks?" he said getting down to business.
"2 Glenmoranges, 2 shots of the weirdest stuff you've got, a beer and a huge big screaming orgasm." said House with a smirk.
Deak emitted a low whistle, "At least you know how to show the lady a good time. Is that just the first round?"
"We can only stay for about a hour." said Cameron.
"She wants to be in bed by two." House added smirking once again.
Cameron smacked him on the shoulder.
"Ok kids," Deak said chuckling, and standing up, "No domestics in here please. I'll be right back with your drinks."
"A screaming orgasm?" Allison asked as soon as Deak was out of earshot.
"Well, if you're offering."
At which point he received another smack.
"Never thought you were the aggressive type, Allison." House said his eyes alight, "Does this mean I can look forward to some spanking and handcuffs in the future?"
"In your dreams." she replied grinning. 'Cos I know it'll be in mine she thought.
"Yes, they are pretty good." he said gazing wistfully off into the distance.
"You'll be lucky if I knock you unconscious."
"As long as it's after one of those screaming orgasms you promised I really don't care." he said seriously fixing her with his intense stare.
At which point Cameron couldn't take it any more and burst out laughing, and ended up turning into a giggling mass leaning against House's side.
Eventually when she pulled herself together, her hand reached for his thigh, her delicate fingers curling around his muscles. She leaned in so close that their noses where almost touching.
"And I wonder what you would do after your screaming orgasm in this game of unfairness and inequality?"
"One word: Multiple."
"I doubt you'd have the stamina." she said coyly as he hand moved a little further up his thigh.
"I doubt you'd have enough brains left to count them once I'm finished with you." A wicked smile gracing his features, then his gaze shifted from hers, "Deak! The lady wants multiple screaming orgasms!"
In and instant the warm hand was gone from his leg and Cameron's face had turned a bright red that was clearly visible despite the soft lighting.
"Afraid you're on your own for that one Greg, not that I'm not partial to a little threesome now and then but I'd never here the end of it from Sally." he said setting down the drinks tray. "Tell you what Allison, if you like that cocktail I'll whip you up a bottle of the stuff to go in case I-was-a-cripple-now-I-can-run-but-I-still-sometimes-like-to-smack-you-with-my-cane in the corner there isn't up to scratch."
"Hey! If I had my cane I would..."
"Thanks Deak." Allison said smiling softly.
"And just so you know, I'll pretend I never heard that." he said with a nod in her direction, hoping she understood that it meant the rest of the bar wouldn't hear about her request.
"You're an ass!" she said smacking him again.
He chuckled and picked up one of the glasses half filled with an amber fluid. "You know you're cute when you're all flustered." he said before downing the lot, letting it swirl in his mouth for a moment before letting it burn a light trail down his throat.
She guessed that that statement was mainly meant to further fluster her, so she changed the subject.
"What is that?" she asked taking up the half full glass that matched the empty one in his hand.
"Glenmorange, one of the nicest single malts in the world." he said staring at the bottom of his glass as if wishing it to fill up magically before him.
"Whiskey?"
"Yes, whiskey. Try it."
She sniffed hesitantly at the rim of the glass, and then sat it back down on the table.
"You're not even going to try it?" he said incredulously.
"No, I tried whiskey in college and I didn't like it then so I doubt I'll like it now."
"If you don't try it then I'll make you." he said.
She considered him for a moment taking in everything about him; and concluded he wasn't joking.
"I don't want to try it." she said simply and defiantly.
The first thing he thought of downing what was in her glass and then kissing her senseless; his gaze travelling to her lips, his would be target.
Cameron tensed when she saw his eyes flicker towards her lips. She kept entirely still as he shifted little closer and leaned to towards her reducing the gap between them to but a few inches. She watched as he took her whiskey in his hand and dipped the tip of his long index finger into the amber liquid. She kept her gaze locked with his as he brought his moistened finger to her eager lips, the digit lingered long enough to leave a single fiery droplet for her to sample and she tasted it, running her tongue along her wet lips longing to taste him rather than the whiskey.
She hummed gently enjoying the taste not sure if it was entirely the whiskey that made her taste buds tingle.
"More?" he asked softly, so close that she could feel his fiery breath burn her skin.
She licked her lips once again and gave the slightest nod. Would he just hand her the glass she wondered, or would she get to taste him again?
He considered the glass in his hand for the briefest moment before slipping the long digit back into the glass and holding it a little way from her lips.
She watched as a drip of the fiery liquid began to slowly descend toward his palm. Her tongue caught the drop before it reached the base of his finger; from there it slowly trailed to the tip of his finger before sucking the digit into her eager mouth. She saw his eyes cloud over with desire and lust when her tongue curled around his whiskey flavoured finger. She heard him suck in a breath when her teeth tugged softly on his skin. But still she tasted him eagerly as all traces of whiskey disappeared.
By the time she had had her fill House seemed transfixed, his were eyes wide, his mouth half open and his jeans pulled tight across his lap.
"Hmm, that tasted fantastic." she replied smiling saucily, and then leaning closer to him she brought her lips close to his ear, her cheek resting against his stubble covered one, "And the whiskey was alright too."