CHAPTER TWO – Part One

It's 3:30a.m., and House is lying in bed, sleeping soundly, again. His body is spent, his mind exhausted, his will regarding Cameron evaporated.

He lay in bed after Cameron left thinking of what they'd just done. A grin escaped his lips as he thought of her touch, touching her, her fingers exploring every inch of him; her mouth encased around his erect penis; his lips exploring her pussy. He was surprised at himself, though he fell asleep before the answer to come to him as to why he was surprised.

Water hisses as it escapes its captor and flows into the white ceramic tub, soft pings of water echoing out into the hall. A few minutes have passed and the sound is undetected by House. He stirs in his sleep, thinking it is part of a forgotten dream, but when he opens his eyes he sees light emanating through the hall, casting a light shadow into the few steps into his bedroom.

The sound of the running water hits him full force, and he at first is startled. But then he hears soft, feminine humming coming from the bathroom. He smiles, knowing it could only be one person. He sits up, his feet dangling over the bed and runs his fingers through his hair. He looks down and sees he's wearing his boxers; he must have put them on when he went to the bathroom right after she left. He doesn't remember. He shrugs his shoulders. It doesn't really matter.

He reaches for his vicodin and downs two; his leg hurts tremendously from the excursion of the few hours' romp of sex. He grabs his cane and scoots toward the bathroom, feeling the need to pee becoming more urgent with each step.

When he approaches the door it's half open, and steam is flowing out in angry curls. He pushes the door in and grins when he hears her humming, "You Can't Always Get What You Want." The shower curtain is fully drawn and he turns his back to it, does his business in the toilet and grins wickedly.

House is a cunning, manipulative, evil bastard. He leans forward and flushes the toilet, turns to face the curtain and waits.

"AAAAAAHHHH! What the…fuck! HOUSE!" she screams.

He laughs, trying to muffle the laughter from her ears but he doesn't succeed. She pulls the curtain open to expose just her face and it is an ugly face, indeed.

"House! That was just plain nasty!"

House tries to control his open smile and shakes his head. "I hope that's not new news to you!" And he breaks out into another fit of laugh.

"You're a jerk!" she says and closes the curtain again, letting the water run down her neck and chest, her back against the side that House is closest to. He doesn't see her but she turns up the heat of the water until it is hot again.

"Hey!" House replies, taking a few steps towards the tub. "Is that any way to talk to your boss?!" He doesn't dare take a peek, although it is taking all of his willpower not to.

"Yes, it is!" she hollers back, a small smile erupts from one corner of her mouth as she takes the soap and continues to run it over her breasts and shoulders. "Now that you've had me, I can call you anything I want to."

"Now…now that I've had you? What is that supposed to mean?"

"I gave myself to you, so now I own you!"

"You…you what?" Of course, House isn't pissed. He's enjoying this little game of hers. "Okay, fine. But when do I own you?"

"Hmmm, let me get back to you on that. Remember, you can't always get what you want!"

House can't take it any longer. He reaches up and pulls back the curtain and watches her – she can't see him – as she runs the bar of soap over her shoulders, the sudsy cream falling ever so seductively down her back to her ass.

"But do you know what I want right now?" he asks sheepishly, feeling his dick twinge a little against the fabric of the boxers.

She jumps a little and whirls herself around, no shame or embarrassment whatsoever. "Yeah, I know what you want, but I'm busy."

"Cam, look up."

"Huh?" She turns around and sees the shower head then turns back to look at him. "Yeah, it's called a shower head, moron. God, didn't you go to college?"

"Yes, Ms. Smart Ass – and a cute ass I might add – but notice anything unusual about it?"

She looks at it again. Her eyes trace the metal tube that runs from the shower head to the spicket. It is a portal shower head. She grins a little, quickly hides it then turns to him.

"Yeah, and…what am I supposed to do with it?" But Cameron knows. She's done it many times before on many lonely nights, but she wants House to say it. She loves getting him all riled up.

He runs his eyes up and down her body. "There's a certain spray on there that I hear feels really good against a woman's clit."

"Oh, really. Nah, I'm not in the mood."

"Liar. Come on, let me watch."

"What? No way! I just needed a shower. You can join me if you'd like," she says sexily.

"Nope. I'm not in the mood," he mocks, keeping his eyes on the suds that are slowly dripping down her wet body.

"Loser," she says as she grabs the curtain and pulls it closed.

House shakes his head and grins. He steps back to the toilet, lowers the lid and sits down, silent. He waits a few seconds before he hears the shower head move, the water sending out different echoes off the tile; the spray changes to the steady flow – he knows the sound very well – and grins when he hears a soft moan from behind the curtain.

He stands and pushes back the curtain, and his grin grows wider. Cameron has her back pressed against the tile, her ass jets out a little, her right leg propped up on the other side, the shower head aimed right at her clit.

"Niiiiiice," House mutters, his eyes glued to Cameron's, as she, too, is looking back at him.

House leans his shoulder against the wall, tilts his head and watches Cameron, his penis growing a half an inch every two seconds.

She aims the hard flow of the now-cool water to her clit, leans her head back and lets the feelings overcome her. She bites her bottom lip as she moves her hips to the left, the right; undulating her hips for maximum cover of her clit. Her whimpers become louder the longer it presses against her clit. Her breathing becomes shallow and rapid, her chest rising up and down as waves of ecstasy surge through her body; starting from her pussy to her thighs to her legs, eventually to her toes.

"Say my name," House orders. "I want to hear my name when you cum."

"Hmmmph…haven't you…ooohhh…already heard…oh, shiiiiiit…"

Cameron's hips grind back and forth against the jet and House watches everything. He reaches down and cups his dick in his hand under the boxers, slowly running it up and down his hard, erect shaft. He sees her knees buckles, her nipples hard and so suckable. He loses all his self control.

He pulls his boxers down to his feet, steps out of them, and steps into the tub. She's still moaning softly, becoming ever so louder the closer she gets to orgasm. He stands next to her, close, but not touching her.

She bounces up and down; her moaning is wild, savage. He leans in and hungrily grasps onto her left nipple, sucking the areola softly at first, but harder as he feels her shiver. His other hand cups her right breast, pinching the nipple with his thumb and forefinger, becoming more erect against the pressure.

"Ohh…Howw…don't…stop…" she moans.

He presses his hot mouth harder around her nipple, the tip of his tongue just touching the very tip. He feels goose bumps erupt on her right breast, and he feels she's losing all control.

"Come on, Cam, let it go," he whispers in her ear.

She's fucking the shower head like it's House inside of her, her pussy walls expand, begging for House's hot cock inside her. Just that thought, and the fact that House is teasing her right breast with his teeth now, the orgasm erupts from within her. She buries her face in House's neck, biting him gently on his shoulder, stops moving her hips and lets the orgasm shoot through her.

Cameron's hot breath on his shoulder sends House into his own little world. She screams into his neck, the orgasm coming to an end.

"Ooohhh, my…"

She takes the shower head away from her clit, slowly turns and replaces it back in its holder, water once again spraying down on her. House steps up behind her, his hard dick pressed against her back. She reaches her right arm back and turns her head, leaning her back to get a look of his face.

House leans down and takes her mouth to hers, kissing her softly, enjoying the feel of her lips against his. He feels her tongue trace his bottom lip as he moves his hands up to cup her breasts, pressing her even closer to him. His tongue plunges into hers and she takes it, searching and yearning.

House suddenly breaks their kiss and leans his head back, the water spraying onto his chest.

"Let's switch," he says, his breath raspy.

She carefully steps beside him, he turning his body to keep it facing her. He takes her shoulders and turns her around, once again her back against him. He puts his huge right hand between her shoulders and pushes her down a little, and she gets the hint.

Cameron kicks her ass out, puts her left foot on the edge of the tub, eagerly anticipating his cock to find its way home. And she is not disappointed.

She throws her hands against the tile of the shower and braces herself. She grunts in the back of her throat when she feels his thick, hot dick enter her. House places his hands on either side of her hips then pulls and pushes her against him, his dick sliding in and out of her.

"Caaam…you're soo…uuuggh…hawt," House groans.

His dick is pulsing inside of her and she's so wet, so hot…she feels so good to him. He closes his eyes and feels his orgasm build within him. By now, Cameron is meeting his thrusts, moaning every time his dick reaches the very end of her pussy.

He releases his grip on her hips and moves his hands to her breasts, cupping them tightly.

"Ohh…ooohhhh"

Suddenly, she keeps her hips presses against his hips as her orgasm courses through her, tightening her muscles around his thick shaft.

"Caammm…don't let…go"

Feeling Cameron's orgasm through his dick inside her pussy, he pulls out quickly and shoots his load on her back, letting the water wash it away. She cums full force just a second behind him.

He leans in against her, pressing his chest against her back, still keeping a grip on her breasts. She doesn't move; her breathing still heavy but feeling his heart beat against her back slows it.

Cameron takes her leg off the edge of the tub, pushes up for House to stand and turns to face him. She wraps her arms around his waist and pulls him close, letting water fall into her hands and using it to move her hands over his back.

"Uh, I don't think you finished your shower," House teases.

"Well, why don't you finish it for me?"

House grins at her and she grins back, their lips meeting one last time before he obliges and slowly washes her, as she does to him.

"Hey, House?" Cameron says as she steps out of the tub and reaches for the towel.

"Yeah?"

"You know I can get what I want," she says seductively.

"Yeah, because if you try sometimes, you'll find, you'll get what you need."

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OKAY, NOT TO SOUND CONCEITED, BUT I AM ABSOLUTELY THRILLED WITH THE LAST PART OF THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I don't know if it's been used, but, there it is:o)