The Last Volley

Cameron hummed with the gentle pressure of House's lips on hers. A shiver rippled its way from her head to her toes and back again as his long languid fingers slipped into her silky tresses.

Her hair was so soft beneath his fingertips he couldn't stop his slight and constant caress, he quite happily realized he was messing it up ever so slightly, no doubt taking on a wild rumpled look. House ran his tongue along her lips tasting the fire of the whiskey, the burn of the absinthe and the natural sweetness that was Allison Cameron.

She moaned with the feel of his moist tongue on her lips. Her hands moved almost of their own volition up around his neck, holding him to her as she wished the kiss would never end. Her fingers trailed through his perpetually short scruffy hair. She could feel the tension building as the each took deeper breaths in anticipation of a deeper kiss.

He felt her chest rise with a deep breath and pushed his tongue more insistently at her barely open mouth, her lips parted willingly. He could feel her draw his tongue into her mouth, the taste and sensations increasing tenfold as his tongue explored new territory. The hand that had previously rested on the table dropped to her hip. His thumb slipped beneath her shirt trailing circles on skin that flushed hot and cold at the same time with his simple touch.

She squirmed drawing herself nearer to his warmth. She rolled her tongue around his as she had done with his whiskey drenched finger, tasting him once again, though this was far more intense and addictive. She closed her jaw a little allowing his slow moving tongue to rasp against her teeth. The fingers at her hip dug deliciously into her flesh drawing her nearer still and leaving 5 fingertip shaped marks that would turn an angry purple the next day.

He had marked her.

He moaned as she sucked his tongue into her mouth once again only to fight back. He smiled inwardly as he denied her entry for several moments before giving in and letting her assault his mouth with her sweet tongue.

And back and forth the battle raged, neither braking contact for several minutes, each wanting this first kiss to last forever; a kiss they'd each dreamed of for longer than they'd admit.

After a series of short sweet kisses several minutes after he brought his lips to hers, they separated. Foreheads resting together, they wrestled to fill their lungs and catch their breath.

"Hmm, that was good." House said contentedly. A tone in his voice Cameron had never heard before.

"Just good?" she replied smiling, her fingers still trailing through the hair at the back of his neck.

"I suppose not." he said plainly with a glint in his eyes.

One of her hands slipped from around his neck to hit him playfully on the chest.

"Hey!" he said almost laughing, "It was very good."

At the sight of her pout he brushed his lips against hers.

"Very..."

Kiss.

"...very..."

Kiss.

"...very..."

Kiss, though this lingered for a few seconds more.

"...good."

"Good." she replied smirking smugly.

"And is that all I get? 'Good'?"

"Great."

Her lips brushed his.

"Fantastic."

Kiss."

"Wonderful."

And she held his lips for a second longer as he had done.

"Amazing."

She pulled back a little and giggled at the sight of the smug smile that graced his features.

"I'm just stroking your ego now, aren't I?"

The lustful look in his eyes clearly said that he wouldn't mind her stroking something else. But he didn't voice such an obvious thing.

"And comparing me to God isn't going to do that at all?"

She smiled warmly and brought her lips to his for a quick though passionate kiss.

He hummed a little, his eyes still closed as she pulled her lips left his.

"Come back to my place." he murmured a request as his desire drenched eyes opened lazily.

She considered his request for a moment.

She wasn't sure what she was expecting when she got ready and went to his house that evening with the purpose of making him take her out on another (most likely) disastrous date, but this had never factored into her list of possible outcomes. Getting ignored, hell getting fired had managed to work its way on to a short list of possibilities but getting laid? Sure she'd dreamed of it and fantasized about it often enough (sometimes in the most inconvenient of places - like a differential diagnosis) but this? This was the real deal.

He was anxious as her gaze dropped at the sound of his hushed voice. She still cared about him despite everything and it lifted his heavy heart. Little did she know he had wanted her for a long time. Wilson had it right when he said he said he was in trouble during the absence of Cameron in the reign of Vogler. A lot of trouble. Then Stacey showed up. He cursed inwardly at the thought of sleeping with her. But ultimately he had to be thankful for her roller-coaster ride of a visit; it made him realize he didn't want to be 'the guy'.

At least, not hers.

All the while Cameron lingered on in the back of his mind, a small voice that was growing with time until the voice began to sing and shout whenever she stepped into the room. And over a few months he grew to enjoy the euphoric feeling that came with being in the presence of Allison Cameron. Though he would never admit it, he missed the feeling greatly during the weeks of recovery spent away from the hospital. He missed her. His body tingled at the mere sight of her that first day back and every day since. It felt uplifting to see her and even better now that she was in his arms and the taste of her on his lips but he wanted more.

Her smile the first thing he saw in the morning. The way she'd breathe his name as she came in his arms. The feel of her hand in his. The feel of their thighs touching as the sat together in front of fluctuating ivory keys. Anything and everything, as long as it was with her.

Her gaze lifted to his.

She looked at his icy blue orbs seeing only sincerity and an emotion she had longed to see.

She smiled softly, cupping his cheek as she placed a soft kiss on his lips.

"Is that a yes?" he asked, a hopeful tone gracing his words.

"Yes." she breathed.

The corners of his mouth twitched upwards before her brought his lips to hers once again.