Disclaimer: Still not mine. Poo.
Author's note: Okay, so I only got three reviews, but I see lots of people have at least looked at it. Since all three reviewers requested a second chapter, here it is! This is also probably the only update I'll do today. I'm not feeling too well. I've got a fever, sore throat and runny nose. I loathe having a low immune system. Anyway, Lind, Fen, if you guys are on AIM tonight, look me up if I'm on or not away. If I'm away and don't show up after House, leave me a message as to what happened? Please?
P.S. : I changed the end a bit because I thought to myself, "Self, you know what?" "What?" "This it would rock if I could have a sequel to this." "Wow! It would! How we gonna do that, though?" "Like this…" And so I deleted it after I put it up, added the last few paragraphs and, well, now you great people are reading it! MUAHAHAHAHA! Told you I was insane. .
The morning after an ass load of assorted Jell-O shots, Allison Cameron found herself waking up earlier than she'd have liked, but it was in the most wonderful way.
"Ooooh," she moans softly, her eyes fluttering open to see Greg House hovering over her and sucking on her left breast, his rock hard shaft pressed against her clit, sending ripples of pleasure through her.
"Greg…fuck that feels good," she moans, keeping her voice low. It wasn't just for herself, but because Chase and Foreman are still in her living room.
"Yeah?" he asks, pulling away from her nipple, giving her a smirk before pulling his hips back, adjusting the angle and suddenly filling her channel up, making her bite his shoulder rather hard to keep from screaming. It hadn't hurt, no, it had felt so fucking good!
House lets out a chuckle as he kisses the side of her head and starts to draw his hips back oh so slowly.
"Greg, no," she starts, her voice and eyes begging him, but it's no use. He slams into her again, making her bite down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out this time. He's still smirking, but as he pulls back a third time, he kisses her lips deeply, is right hand moving down to find her clit, his thumb rubbing fast, small circles into it.
He'd been rock hard for the last twenty minutes, waiting for her to wake up as he teased her body, but she was stubborn to wake up after a night of drinking. Eventually though, he figured out how to wake her up.
He slams his hips into hers again and this time his mouth swallows her scream, her body gently twitching under his. Between the hard thrusts and the rubbing his thumb was doing, he knew she was close. Thank God, too!
Pulling back from the kiss, he smiles at her and she wraps her legs around his hips. "Roll over," she whispers to him, her nails trailing down his back and pressing hard against the small of his back, knowing how much he loved that.
He gives a grunt and pushes himself to her, then in a well used move he flips them so she's on top of him.
"Much better," she says, smirking at him.
"Concur," he say, smirking at her. As she starts to gyrate atop him, he lets his thumb rub at her clit more, harder than before, while he sits up, his free hand moving to one breast while his mouth covers the other one.
"Oooh…" Cameron whimpers, her head tossed back and tempo picking up and jerking more.
"That's right, Allie," House mutters around her breast, his lips making a trail to her collarbone, nipping and sucking on the area. "Come for me. I want to hear how loud you are," he whispers in her ear, his hands moving to her hips to yank her down harder, making her cry out with every thrust.
"Touch yourself. Make yourself come, baby," he whispers, and she complies because really, the way he'd said it and the look in his eyes, well, it was pointless to refuse. She couldn't if she wanted to, and she really didn't want to.
She uses one hand to hold onto his shoulder, while the other massages her clit, feeling their juices soak her fingers. House growls against the side of her neck, a deep, guttural noise that always served to turn her on to no end. It didn't leave her unaffected this time either.
"GREG!" she screams suddenly, her back arching as her inner muscles spasm and clench around her lover's already throbbing cock. He could feel himself getting closer and closer as he jerked her down onto him, but when she came it was his undoing.
"ALLISON!" he cries out, his hips jerking up hard one, two, three more times, filling her spasming sheath with his essence even as hers coats his shaft.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Chase and Foreman both jerk up at the sound of their colleague's cries. At first they'd thought she was in trouble, but then they heard her cry out a name, and then heard the man she was with call out her name.
"Told you," Foreman says, smirking at a frowning Chase. "Pay up, man," Foreman says, holding his hand out to Chase, who starts to pull his wallet out. "By the way, she drank us both under the table," he says, looking over at Chase and laughing loudly, then groaning and holding his head.
Chase was holding his own head at Foreman's laugh. "Jeez, Foreman. Not so loud, huh?" he asks, handing over a fifty to the man. "What's so bloody funny, anyway?" he asks, rubbing at his eyes before yawning and stretching. That's when he saw it. Something bright and blue on his knuckle.
"What the…" he starts, then looks at Foreman and glares at him.
"Hey, you were the one who fell asleep first," he says, chuckling and pocketing the fifty. He hoped Cameron didn't mind waiting until he could go to an ATM to pay her. Chase hoped…well, that she didn't win, but she had.
"Jerk," Cameron whispers against Greg's sweaty chest, her own chest, back, legs, thighs…hell, her whole body, also sweaty.
"How am I a jerk?" he asks, sounding wounded.
"There's no way they slept through that," she says, frowning and turning her head to look at him. He's actually smiling.
"Well, they had to find out one way or another, didn't they?" he asks, his hands smoothing over her back, rubbing the taught muscles there.
"Yeah, I guess so," she says, then sits up and stretches, groaning as some of her muscles catch. It was worth it, though. Sooooo worth it!
Ten minutes later and Cameron has pulled on a pair of purple shorts and the purple Motley Crü e shirt she'd been wearing the night before. House has pulled on his jeans and tee from last night, his socks and sneakers still at the foot of her bed. He didn't care. He knew Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb had heard them, so what was the point of getting dressed and leaving before a few cups of coffee? On that note, who said he was going to spend the weekend away from Cameron?
He goes to the door and pulls it open before Cameron can object or stop him, and she hangs her head, groaning a bit before following him out. Chase has vanished and Foreman looks like he's half asleep while watching the news.
"Morning, House," he says, then yawns.
"Foreman," House replies, giving the man a nod.
"Um…I'd try to explain, but it is what it sounded like," Cameron admits, and Foreman shrugs a bit.
"What you two do on your own time is your business. Besides, I got fifty bucks from Chase thanks to it. By the way, I hope you got pictures of him in the make-up, 'cause he's washing it off as we speak."
"Not the lipstick, he's not. Covergirl Outlast," she says, smirking.
"Well that's just bloody brilliant," Chase says, coming out of the bathroom in the previous day's clothes. Light blue jeans and a white, collared shirt.
"I thought so. Go look under the sink and get the little blue jar of cold cream. Let it sit for a bit then wipe it off with a wash cloth. It should come off," she says, having moved to the kitchen to make them all coffee.
They all had coffee when it was ready, and after two cups a piece, Chase and Foreman left for their respective homes, leaving Cameron and House to themselves.
House was content with himself. His little plan had worked perfectly. He'd heard Cameron talking about the drinks at work the previous day, then invited himself over. Chase was a loudmouth and soon the whole hospital would know. Usually that would be a bad thing, but now…well, it was a good thing.
As he pats the ring in his pocket, he smiles to himself as he watches Cameron go about making omelets for their breakfast. "A very, very good thing."