Game, Set, Match

Deak watched as the couple shrugged on their jackets and stood from the table. The beer and large cocktail barely touched.

"Deak," House said nodding to him, "Put that on my tab."

His only reply was to grin back at the couple as they left, observing House's hand at the small of her back.

It's about time, the barman thought.

House had been going regularly (and irregularly) to the bar for at least 10 years and as such Deak had heard a great many troubles he had been through over the years. Wilson's phone number was known to all the staff should House get through an entire bottle of whiskey or all the cab drivers recognised him and as such sped away leaving a very angry House lying on the ground after losing his balance trying to hit the run away cab with his cane.

About time there was something 'so nice', as House had once described her, was in his life now.

They didn't even ask about the bottle of Screaming Orgasm he'd offered to whip up: a good sign by him if their ever was one.

He liked that Allison girl. And obviously if she was still by him after a year or so of House's acerbic tongue then hopefully she'd stick around for quite a while.

She'd be good for him.

I hope, Deak mused as he wiped the already clean bar, I get an invitation to the wedding.

House had a dilemma.

Fast or slow.

Both had their merits.

House rolled the motorbike out of its space and began down the small road that led to his home.

He probably should go slow considering that he'd had a drink and that neither of the were wearing any protective gear.

Then again with the prospect of what lay in wait at the end of the road he wanted to get there as quickly as humanly possible.

However to fully enjoy the delight that currently had her arms around him they would both have to make it there safely and preferably in one piece.

He stuck to the speed limit on the quiet darkened roads. It took all his will power not to blast the rest of the way.

After 20 minutes on the road the bike came to a stop. Cameron hopped off the bike before he had even switched off the engine.

"Race you to the door!" he called running away from her, the keys jingling in his hand, his words reminiscent of their non-date so long ago.

"No fair!" she replied chasing after him.

She caught up with him at the entrance to the apartment complex, she crashed against him and together they crashed against the door in a jumble of lips and limbs. Already slightly out of breath from the short run their kiss was wild and aggressive.

House fumbled for the door handle and threw it open with a loud bang, making Cameron jump away from him and no doubt wake up several neighbours.

"Scared?" he asked grinning as he backed over the threshold.

The large door thudded quietly closed.

"Never." Cameron answered advancing on him, her hand on his chest she pushed him slowly until he was backed against his own front door.

She kissed him passionately as her hand trailed from his chest to his waistband, her fingers teasing for a moment before she un-tucked his shirt and let her fingertips run across the exposed sensitive skin.

Grunting, he twisted and pinned her against the door with his hips as his fingers fumbled with the keys, trying to find the correct one. Which was an extremely hard task considering how distracting Cameron was.

Her small hand, now trapped between them began to knead his flesh as her lips moved to the sensitive spot on his neck that she'd discovered earlier.

"Ah," he murmured breathless and content, then a little more seriously, "If you don't stop for just a few seconds then I swear I'll have you right here." A possessive feral tone in his voice.

"Again with the voyeurism thing." she whispered against his skin before her lips returned to their sweet torture, her hand shifting the slightest bit lower.

Shuddering slightly he ground his hips against her, a silent request for her touch. But it never came. Tease, he thought as the right key was found.

"That hand isn't helping matters either." he said trying to jam the key in the lock.

"You sure?" she murmured, "From what I can tell it's helping a lot." her hips grinding against the hardness in his pants.

He grunted, thrusting the key in the lock and turning it. He smirked triumphantly as Cameron lost her balance as the door went from behind her.

His arm snaked around her waist holding her upright before closing the door behind him and pinning her against the other side of the door. His hand cupped her cheek as her kissed her roughly. She moaned against him as he ravaged her mouth and then his lips moved to her neck, sucking at the base of her neck until and angry red mark appeared before he continued to drift lower until he'd covered all exposed skin.

"Eez." she murmured as his fingers reached for the first button of her shirt.

"What?" he asked postponing his exploration at the sound of her jumbled word.

"Keys."

He looked distant with an untamed gleam in his eyes, his mind unable to focus on anything other than her.

"The keys are still in the door." she said matter of factly. "The other side of the door."

"Ah," His arm still around her, he held her to the opened door as he reached for the keys.

She nibbled on his ear lobe as he dropped them to the floor and shut the door.

"Now..." he said straightening and looking her in the eye.

"You said multiple orgasms didn't you?" she said cheekily.

He kissed her in reply as his fingers made light work of the buttons on Cameron's blouse. He ran his fingers lightly from her stomach, across her sensitive erect nipples and over her shoulders taking off her jacket and blouse as one. The sight of her soft milky skin drove him to insanity. He smirked seeing her head tipped back, her eyes closed and a smug smile on her face. His lips continued their southward exploration. She gasped as he ran his tongue along the ridge of thin silky material that covered her breasts, her hands running through his hair edging him further. She hummed as his lips returned to her, the salty taste of her skin on his lips and his fingers moving through he tousled hair driving her wild. She tugged insistently on his jacket desperate to even the score.

Which seemed impossible as she was up against House.

Even so, he did little complaining as her fingers moved to his shirt. Her lips brushed his stubble covered jaw, they moaned in unison at the sensations that it created. Getting impatient with the many buttons of his shirt, she reached over his shoulders and pulled the shirt over his head. He pulled back bringing the shirt to hang from his wrists, held by the tight complicated cuff links.

"Damn." he said frustrated, trying to shake off the shirt. "Damn!"

Cameron giggled at the sight of the shaking a frustrated man in front of her.

"Hey! Its not funny!"

"Yes, it is." she replied through giggles.

Frustrated he bent over slightly placing his foot on the neck of his shirt and pulling his arms upwards. He wasn't sure if the shirt ripped or the cuff links flew through the air and landed on the other side of the room. Nor did he care. All that mattered was that his hands were free again.

He propelled forward toward a still giggling Cameron. Hands on either side of her shoulders, he brought his lips to hers and all giggling stopped. He shuffled forward ever so slowly until their skin was touching from shoulder to stomach. The light spattering of hair on his chest tickling her skin as he breathed deeply. Fire flared across the meeting skin as she wrapped her arms around his neck drawing him closer. His hands dropped to her shoulders, down her spine, along the small of her back, cupping that sweet little ass he'd longed to get his hands on ever since he first laid eyes on it before slipping down her thighs. She squealed in delight as he lifted them around his hips, both enjoying the sensation of his length hard against her centre. Holding her to the door with his hips, and one arm he slipped her boots off one by one before letting her ankles cross at the base of his spine. His hands returned to her gorgeous ass, pulling away from the front door and making his way to the bedroom.

Her legs uncrossed as he sat on the edge of the bed so that she was straddled across his lap their lips still hungry for each other. As her unclipped the clasp of her bra he toed off his shoes and kicked them across the room, the silky material of Cameron's bra soon followed. His tongue left a moist trail from her lips down her throat and straight down until he could feel her fast heart beat beneath his lips. Eagerly he took one of her nipples into his mouth as her hips began to grind and gyrate against his. The constant friction sending all the blood in his body to his groin. When he grazed his teeth across her sensitive nipple she gasped a breath, pushing her chest closer to him and his ravenous tongue. Her hips continued their relentless rhythm as his attention moved to her other breast, her fingers tugged at his short locks almost painfully but it turned him on the idea of a forceful Cameron in his bed. Releasing the taught nipple from his mouth he toppled back onto the bed pulling Cameron with him, and then rolling them so he was on top.

He moved down between her legs undoing the button and zip on her jeans before letting them slide slowly down her long legs, his fingertips brushing the newly exposed skin as he did so. Jeans and socks that got lost in the denim, flew across the room to some undisclosed location.

Kneeling on the bed he took a long moment to gaze at the natural beauty before him, his eyes hooded with hunger and desire. Almost worshiping. Her mussed hair, her red ravaged lips and the red mark on her neck. All his doing. Mine, he thought greedily.

She slid back into the middle of the large bed and lay down, one leg bent at the knee and her arms tucked behind he head in a gesture that clearly said 'what are you waiting for?'

House didn't need to be told twice. Undoing his own pants he shook them off along with his socks before crawling up the bed towards her. Reaching her bended knee he kissed the inside of her thigh, her legs parted willingly and he continued forwards.

It was one of the most enthralling and exciting things she'd every seen; his hair was tousled from her fingers running through it, his lips though red and swollen from heated kisses where curled into a smug smile and his eyes...His eyes burned with a heat and intensity that bored into her soul and made her quiver and flush from the inside out.

He saw her shiver as his hips rested over hers and their faces level.

"Ok?" his attempt at a casual tone not covering his concern.

"Hmm, more than ok." she replied.

"Good."

He did bother with questions like are you sure you want to go through with this etc. Cameron had grown a voice since her time at the hospital and he knew she knew how to use it.

She had told him 'no' before; she could do it if she wanted to.

Besides the hungry look in her eye said she wanted him too; though it might have been that she looking forward to money from a sexual harassment claim but right now he didn't care as she gave her body willingly to him.

He reached down and removed her silky white thongs, carefully tossed near his bed side cabinet, in the hope that it would be come a souvenir.

His hand brushed across the curls at the apex of her thighs; she shivered and gripped his shoulders tightly, trim nails doing their best to puncture his skin. One of his long digits slipped with ease between her slick folds.

"Allison?"

"Hmm?"

"Do I turn you on that much?" he said smugly as his single digit slipped into her and curled slightly.

She gasped, and let out a shuddering breath.

"Well, I have been making out with you for the past 40 minutes." she replied in a condescending tone despite her arousal.

Frowning at her tone, he brushed his thumb across her clitoris causing her hips to buck against his hand. Another finger joined the first and began a steady slow agonising rhythm. She wiggled against his hand trying to speed up the rhythm but he was insistent and stopped her squirming hips. Barely 30 seconds later her eyelids fluttered closed and she held her breath as her muscles contracted around his fingers.

"I can still count you know." she said lazily he eyes still closed.

"Good." he said, "Hopefully you'll make it to four before that happens."

"Four?" she asked sceptically, a hint of hope in her voice.

"Four, before you can't count." He corrected, before letting some of his weight rest upon her as they sank deliciously further into the soft mattress, "But I promise you the fun won't stop there."

She smiled softly and appreciatively at him.

"You don't have to. I just want you." She said simply a hand cupping his cheek, the other tracing lazy circles on his exposed back.

His soft lust tinted gaze rested upon her as his lips curled into the barest smile.

"I want to." He said brushing his lips against hers, and in a comforting tone he added. "And I want you too."

She smiled at him. A smile that he would kill any other man should they look upon it. A smile only for him.

Her fingers gripped tightly at the hair at the back of his neck pulling his lips towards his for a passion filled possessive kiss.

Their hands gripped wildly at any part of the other longing to explore and stake their new territory. It was heated as the captured their moans and grunts echoed through the room. She wrapped her legs around him, the heals of her feet encouraging the last barrier from his hips. His erection sprang free at her thigh as feet and boxers slid down to his knees when he kicked the off landing on the floor doused in his precum.

His erection rubbed against her opening as their kisses grew more insistent.

He pulled back from her kiss, his chest heaving up and down to draw in air, the movement further arousing her erect nipples.

In the pale light that streaked through the curtains he saw the most enticing look of love and lust in her hooded eyes.

Resting at her opening, he almost opened his mouth to ask about birth control but he remembered seeing birth control pills on her medical chart not so long ago.

She saw the faintest hint of a frown grace his features as he looked down at her, her fingers slipped from his back to cup his cheek once again. He surprised her by closing his eyes and leaning into her gentle touch. Her fingers traced across his lips as they twitched into a smile as he entered her oh so slowly.

They moved together in a heavenly but achingly slow rhythm. But neither complained as Allison came once again, her soft flesh fluttering around his hard length that was still relentless in its pace.

They moaned each others names breathlessly as they came together. Hers muffled by the grip her teeth had on his shoulder and his by the locks of hair his face was buried in. He slid out and down her body until his head came to rest below her breasts, his hands at her hips and hers smoothing his hair. They stayed that way for a few minutes as their heart rate slowed and it hurt less to breathe.

"That was so good." Allison said her fingers moving gently through his scruffy hair.

"Why, thank you." He drawled, lifting his head and resting his chin between her breasts.

"But there's just one thing…" she continued.

"Yes." He said moving his head slightly so that his stubble rubbed across her flesh.

"…I only counted 3. And I can still count." She said smirking.

"I thought you said it didn't matter!" he exclaimed.

He received a shy sheepish look in reply.

"Well, I can tell you Miss Cameron it does matter." A cat that's got the cream grin spreading from ear to ear across his face, "I made a promise I intend to keep."

He had already heard her breathe his name as she came in his arms.

And before they slept in each others arms he heard it three times more.