Here's a nice long one……….uh, chapter I mean. hehehehhee

CHAPTER TWO – Part Two

A few minutes later, House and Cameron are lying in bed together, snuggled under the blanket, their eyes closed; their arms around the other in heavenly bliss. The smell of freshly cleaned skin envelops their noses, along with just a hint of Cameron's juices still left on her.

"House, you know we can't let this keep happening."

"Huh?" he answers, turning his head to look at her, but his eyes are still closed. "You were the one that snuck in and used my shower."

"You said I could. Besides, after what we did earlier, I desperately needed a shower."

"Yeah, whatever," he laughs, hugging her tighter. "You know, I could get very used to this."

"Well, don't," she answers.

"Why not?"

"Because."

"Because why?" he asks impatiently, trying to hold back a yawn.

"Because I could get very used to this, too."

House laughs under his breath, sending her head up slightly. "You do know you have about 17 more orgasms coming your way, don't-cha?"

"No, 15."

"Oh, really?"

"I had two more at work," she giggles.

"What? Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

At that, House's eyes fly open and he looks at her. "Tell me, tell me," he whines.

"No, I'm tired and I need to sleep."

This time House can't keep his yawn hidden and he lets out a big, loud one. "Fine, but you owe me."

"Whatever," she retorts. She leans up and gently kisses his cheek, keeping it against his flushed skin longer than a normal peck on the cheek. "Now go to sleep."

"Don't wanna! I need a bedtime story!"

"Go to sleep," she repeats.

"Bu', I don't…" He lets out another loud yawn. "…want to sleep."

She rubs her thumb through the hair on his chest. "Go to sleep," she says, ending in her own yawn.

She feels his breathing become slower and more shallow, knowing he's about to fall asleep.

House groans from his throat. "…n't wanna..sl…"

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Cameron is lying in House's bed, sleep slowly escaping her and she reaches out for House, but he's not there. She throws her head up, her eyes fly open and searches the room for him. Suddenly, she hears music coming from the living room – a piano. She grins and slowly sits up. She groans as she kicks her feet over the side of the bed; the pain, a good pain, from their few hours of sex had caught up with her.

She sees a t-shirt lying on the floor and figures it'll fit her. She stands, sorely walks over, picks it up, puts it on and heads into the living room. She stands at the doorway, leans against it, and watches him play. His hands are hidden by the music sheet stand so she takes a few more steps into the room.

House finally sees her, looks up at her with only his eyes and smiles at her, not missing one chord of the tune he's playing. "You look good in that."

She bravely takes a few more steps to him and stands next to him, watching his fingers gracefully glide over the black and white keys. "Thanks, I just bought it yesterday. What are you playing?"

"Something I wrote when I was a kid."

She nods her head and sits down on the bench beside him. She is enthralled at watching his fingers magically moving across the keys, something very familiar and exciting builds up within her; she never knew how turned on she'd be watching someone play.

She watches his face now, zeal plastered on his face; his eyes squinting at particularly difficult notes, or notes he's trying to remember. She brushes her left foot against the back of his shin, and he misses just a half beat before he picks it up again.

"Nice try," he says then continues playing.

"What?" she says, feigning stupidity.

"You can't get me to stop playing."

"I'm not trying to. But I have to admit it's a real turn on."

Again, he misses another half beat and shakes his head. "Would you stop. I'm almost done."

"Fine."

But she's not done with him yet. She presses her breasts against his forearm and leans into him, brushing her nose against his ear. He tilts his head a little, wanting more, but quickly brings his head back and continues to play. She opens her mouth slightly and flicks her tongue against his earlobe, and this time he misses the note altogether.

"Damnit, woman!" he screams then picks up where he left off.

"What? I didn't do anything."

She purposefully breathes heavily against his ear and she sees him shiver slightly. She rubs her nose against the tip of his ear and traces the edge of his ear to the lobe with her tongue. With her right hand she reaches down for his crotch, and gets a firm grip on his dick, which, to her delight, is standing at half-mast.

"You can't be concentrating all that well if you've gone a boner." She slips her middle finger through the fabric of his boxers and runs it through his pubic hair.

Again, he hits a very sour note and quits playing for a split second, trying to get his thoughts together.

"You can't get me to stop playing," he challenges her.

"Oh, really? Care to make a bet?"

"Uh, no."

"Chicken," she retorts, his fingers still gliding over the keys, his eyes closed to keep his thoughts together.

"How much weight can this baby take?" Cameron asks as she pats the piano.

He waits a second until he hits a few notes then turns to look at her. "Why?"

"Because – I want to know."

"Hmmm, the last time a hooker was up there she was…hmmm, 120lbs. Why?"

"You ask too many questions."

Cameron slinked off the bench, watching House the whole time, waiting for him to open his eyes. It doesn't matter, though; she already knows he's hard so she's halfway there, anyway. She looks around the room and sees a small stool in the kitchen. She turns and walks away; still listening to the beautiful music he is still pumping out.

"What are you doing?" House hollers out to her, his face contorting again at a tricky note.

"You'll find out."

She comes out a second later carrying the stool and places it next to the piano, in the curve of its body. He's been watching her since she came out with the stool, and watches as she steps on the stool and hoists herself up, scooting down close to the keyboard, and House.

He grins at her sheepishly and says, "Honey, you can do anything you want but I will not stop playing!"

He closes his eyes again, thinking that will stop any urge to lose concentration, but he feels the piano shake a little and he's dying to know where she is, but he won't give her the pleasure. Oh, no, not House. He has to have the upper hand in everything he does, hard dick or not.

He feels it move again but the abruptly stops. His fingers elegantly move across the keys and he is so close to the need to see what's she's doing, but he won't open his eyes.

"House…" she whispers, teasing him. "Wanna know what I'm doing?"

"Nope."

"You'll like it, I promise."

"Nope, I'm gonna sit here and play, then I might start over and play again."

"Okay, have it your way."

House listens carefully, figuring he'll know what she's doing by the sound, but there isn't any, yet. He plays a few more chords when he thinks he hears a soft moan. He feels his dick pulsate under the boxers but he doesn't stop, nor does he open his eyes.

"House…I'm playing with my…hmmmm…clit."

House hits a sour note. "Shit! Knock it off!"

"No, I won't. I'm gonna lay on this…ohhhh…piano until you stop…gggghhhh…playing."

He smells something savage, sweet and sour, invigorating, and he finally caves. He opens his eyes and spread eagle in front of him is Cameron, her legs bent, leaning a little on her side and her finger is hungrily playing with her clit, looking House directly in his eyes. But House holds on and doesn't stop, although he paused for a split second again.

"Am I gonna cum before you stop playing? Do you want to see me spill my juices right in your face?" She's looking at him like a she-devil now, and she knows it's only a matter of time.

"Uh…I'm not…uh…stopping."

"What if I stick a finger (she slides her finger down and sticks in into her moist pussy)…" She moans under her breath. "Pretending it's your hot, hard dick fucking…hmmm….me? Is that what you want?"

With Cameron's left finger in her pussy, she lies on her back fully on the piano and plays with her clit with the pad of her finger, sending her in fits of moans, grunts, and every other sound imaginable. She hears him playing, but doesn't really care; having her pussy right in House's face as she's getting herself off was exciting as hell to her.

She grinds her ass against the wood of the piano and screams his name, taunting him to stop playing. Just as she's about to cum, House stops playing. No more than three seconds pass before he stands, pushes her hands away from her pussy, pulls his boxers down and grabs her by her hips.

"Damn, Cameron! Do you know how hard you made me just now? Think that was the quickest I've ever got a hard on."

"No…let me feel it," she mumbles, not looking at him but tilting her head back, anticipating his dick entering her.

He leans as far as he can against the keys, looking for the best position. When he finds it he pulls her down by her hips, rests her feet on a few keys that sing throughout the room. He doesn't have to raise himself up, he just needs to put most of his weight on his left leg.

"Do you want to make love to me like you do the piano?"

"Yes," he mumbles.

He looks down at their bodies about to meet and holds Cameron's ass under his big, warm hand.

"God…I need you NOW!"

Ok, House has finally lost it. He pulls the rest of her down toward him, making sure she's somewhat comfortable. He pushes his hips forward and lets her pussy come to him. He watches his dick disappear inside her and groans, throwing his head back with glee.

"Damn…you are sooo wet. Hmm…I like it."

Cameron repositions her feet and more chords ring out. He slowly thrusts his dick inside her, holds it a moment then pulls back out, keeping just his head inside her. He thrusts back in, this time deeper, met with moans from Cameron. He doesn't want to fuck her too hard, considering the position she's in, but he definitely wants her to cum.

He continues thrusting inside her, watching her chest rise and fall from her heavy breathing and can tell by the expression on her face she's about to cum. He starts to fuck her harder, groaning at feeling her muscles tighten around his dick.

"Oh…jesus…shiit…" he moans, and she moans along with him.

He's still got a grip of her hips and uses that to control her moving in and out, their sweat and juices sending sounds and smells to their nostrils that make them more excited.

"Haaarrr…harder…oh, fuck…"

He only thrusts twice more when he feels her legs wrap around his waist and pulls him closer to her. Her legs stiffen, her back arches and she lets a cry he's never heard from her before. It is so shocking, yet so…primeval.

"You like that?" House says, the words out of his mouth sounds so strange to him. "Because I can keep fucking you until I feel your juices drip from my…ohhhh…dick."

"Yes…oh…don't…sttttt"

Right then, he feels her push her pussy walls to force him out, but he pushes himself closer to her and lets her cum with his dick still in her; he'd always pull out. But now, she's cum before he did, but watching her body shake and tense under him, the site alone sends him into his own orgasm.

He grunts a few times then pulls out of her right before he shoots his load, and thankfully it reaches her stomach. She moans at feeling his hot semen shoot onto her skin. He almost collapses onto the bench as he tries to control his breathing.

Still able to see her, Cameron reaches down and runs her finger over a patch and brings it to her mouth, licks it with the tip of her tongue, sticks it inside her mouth until it's clean. She's looking at House and not breaking eye contact at all while she's giving him a show.

When both of their breathing has slowed somewhat, Cameron sits up, puts her feet on either side of his hips and puts her hands on the edge of the piano, slowly teasing him as she comes down. She finally stands, bends over, and gives him a small kiss before she saunters off to the bathroom to clean off.

"House?!" she hollers.

"What?!" he screams back at her.

"I made you stop playing!"

A loud giggle erupts from her and for an instant House is angry, but he's not. He can't be. Not after what he's just witnessed.

But it's okay. House will get Cameron back. He already has a plan. And he thinks he'll spring it on her tonight.