LET THE FOOD FIGHT COMMENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER TWO – Part 4

"Girl, that was great!" House compliments Cameron as he sets the plate on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Of course it was," she replies with a laugh. "Am I a better cook than Wilson?" she asks as she takes her last bite of the corn.

"Hmmm…let me think…I'm not sure, but I know you're better in bed than he is."

Cameron's mouth shoots open, and if it was possible to have a cow, she literally would have had a cow.

House bursts out laughing, so hard in fact that he has to hold his stomach. "OH MY GOD! You are soooo gullible."

"That's not funny!" she screams back, very serious. She knows she'll get him back later that night, so it's all good.

She stands holding her plate and puts her hand out for his, glaring at him, then he hands his plate to her. Before she realizes it, House lifts his right left quick enough to Cameron's left, and pushes in his right leg, trapping her right above her knees, holding her tight.

"House, let me go," she demands.

"Nope!"

"Excuse me? Come on, I'm still a tired and not in the mood…"

House leans forward and takes hold of her waist, pulling her close to him, making her hold the plates above his head. She struggles against his legs and almost drops the plates on top of his head so she stops fighting his grip.

"If you don't let go of me I'm going to drop these on your head," she warns.

House doesn't say a word. He slips his hands up from her waist, lifting the shirt up and over his hands, resulting in his hands touching her soft skin. She smiles down at him but then grows serious. His hands keep rising to the sides of her breasts, her belly exposed, and he skirts the sensitive skin under breasts as a teaser.

"House, I'll make a deal with you: you let me go, we'll have dessert then go to bed. You can have me all to your…"

She softly moans under her breath as she feels his warm lips brush against the area right above her belly button while his hands move to cup her breasts; his huge hands holding firmly onto both. He's gently pinching her nipples with his forefingers and thumbs, looking up at her with a sinful expression, as her nipples grow between them.

He kisses several different areas on her stomach as his hands move down to the waistband of his pair of sweats he let her wear; she's closed her eyes but is only giving him a few minutes to let him have his way. He glides his thumbs underneath the material and swiftly pulls them down over her hips and down to her knees. Luckily, she's still wearing her panties, which of course makes House frown.

"Okay, are you happy now? Let me go."

"Fine, you may go."

"Oh, thank you kind Master," she mocks as she shoots him a look, waiting for him to release his grip.

He grins at her and says, "Kinky…" House finally brings his legs down and she walks towards the kitchen, the sweats remaining on the floor in front of House.

"Shut up!"

"God, you're grouchy! I sure ain't giving you no more tonight!"

Just as she reaches the doorway, she turns and says, "You couldn't handle not getting anymore from me tonight."

"That's mighty confident of you to say, there, Cameron." But he knows she is right.

She disappears out of view and starts to make noise putting the dishes away.

There is a beautiful woman parading around in his kitchen with his t-shirt on, wearing only silky lace panties, and no one to watch her.

Such a shame. I shall have to remedy this situation, now won't I?

But he needs his vicodin first but can't find them. "Cam, where did you put my happy pills?"

"They're on the piano."

"'Kay."

After he takes the pills, he walks toward the kitchen – thumping with his cane louder than he has to to forewarn her – but doesn't see her right away.

"Cam…"

FWOP!

Suddenly House feels a cold, creamy blob of something hit his neck right in the groove that meets with his shoulder. He turns around and looks at her; she's trying to control her laughter as she's holding a spoon with white cream on it in the 'just launched' position, but doesn't dare move.

"Oh, you sooo did not just do that!"

"Uh, yeah, I sooo just did! You deserved that!"

House looks on the island in the middle of the room and sees the black forest cake, a can of opened Reddi-Whip, small bowl of chocolate pudding, a bowl of cherries and two plates that are within reach. He turns back to look at Cameron, holding his arm back to shield it from her.

"And how do you think I should punish you for what you just did?"

She frowns and says, "Since when have I become your submissive?!"

"Since you stole my key and woke me up."

"Thanks for telling…AAAHHHH!" she screams as she rubs her collarbone and grabs the single wet, chocolate-covered cherry that he just threw at her. "Oh, you sooo did not just do that!" she says, copying what he said a second ago.

"Uh, yeah, I sooo just…OH, GOD!" Cameron has returned the shot with a handful of pudding that she was holding in her right hand, hidden from his sight. The pudding ended up right at the enclave of his chest, and slowly slipping down to the collar of his t-shirt. "Damnit! I just got this t-shirt."

"Oh, pudding isn't going to hurt it!"

House pulls his shirt off and places in on the counter then turns his attention back to Cameron. He leans back against the island, both hands behind his back this time.

"What are you…"

Suddenly, there is a barrage of cherries and chocolate pudding being bombed at Cameron, which prompts Cameron to return them with globs of pudding. They are both laughing by now, and they are both enjoying their food fight. With each throw she advances in his direction, but he is too busy turning back and forth getting food from the table that he hasn't noticed.

By the time Cameron reaches within two feet of House, her t-shirt is drenched from the cherries' juice, exposing her now-erect nipples through the material, and thick layers of pudding are threatening to fall down off its target. House, on the other hand, has pudding all over his chest, legs, face, even some in his hair.

When he finally realizes she's standing right in front of him, he hoists his last bit of pudding onto her neck, in the space right below her left ear. He then leans back against the island and puts his hands on it, behind him.

"Oooh, God that feels nasty."

"Need me to take care of it?"

"No! Not after what you did earlier I should…"

But Cameron ever does finish her sentence. House reaches out for her waist and pulls her to him, their bodies touching and the foods are squishing their protests. Her hands find their way to his hips. He leans down and hungrily licks and sucks the pudding off her neck; her head tilted for him to get the best vantage point. She closes her eyes and shivers run through her body, mainly from the ever-so-lightly nibbles that he takes from her skin with his teeth.

While he's eagerly continuing to lick the pudding from her ear and other areas around her neck, her hands move up his stomach and chest, using the pudding to massage it into his chest, making sure his nipples are fully covered. She flicks them a few times and House inhales deeply against her neck, making her return one to him.

House quickly and swiftly turns her around so that she's leaning against the island – the island is one that is secured to the tile floor – and checks to see if there is anything on the corner. When he sees there isn't, he puts all of his weight on his left leg, puts his hands on her waist and hoists her up onto the island effortlessly.

As she spreads her legs to invite him in, she puts her hands around his neck and he pushes his hips against her crotch; she moans when she feels his erect cock pressing heavily. Their lips meet enthusiastically; he presses himself harder her as he puts his arms around her, locking his fingers as they meet in the back.

Cameron moans deep within her throat as they both search for the others' lips, their tongues massaging the other and lips pressed between lips. House suddenly breaks their kiss and he takes a step back.

He grabs the hem of the t-shirt and lifts it over her arms and head, exposing her still erect nipples.

"Take off your panties," he demands.

Cameron doesn't argue. She pulls them down her waist and hips and lets them fall to the floor. House grins seductively at her as he watches.

"Good girl."

He walks around the island and removes the untouched cake and places it on the counter, placing the bowl of cherries, pudding and can of Redi-Whip.

"Lie back."

She frowns at him and says, "Are you sure…"

"Just do it."

She looks at him for a split second, debating whether she's turned on by his assertiveness or not. She decides it won't hurt anything, so she leans back, her legs together dangling over the edge.

"Close your eyes."

"House…I can't…"

"Don't you trust me?"

"No."

He laughs. "Usually that would be a good thing, but just do it. And DON'T open them or I'll make you pay."

With the double threat, she turns her head towards the ceiling and closes her eyes. She doesn't hear him move, but hears the bowl rattle above her head. She's suddenly grown excited with anticipation of what he has in mind, although she thinks she already knows. Nonetheless, she smiles, whether from excitement or nervousness.

Suddenly, she feels a glob of pudding plop on her chest between her breasts. Then she feels an object, supposedly a cherry. House waits a moment before he takes the Redi-Whip, shakes it, sending chills through Cameron. She hears the 'swoosh' of the cream escape the can and she shutters when she feels it covering the space above her crotch, then feels more.

She moans softly and arches her back when she feels the cold cream cover one breast, then another.

"Houssse…"

"Shhh…"

House is done preparing his plate but doesn't start to eat yet. He notices there is pudding on her cheek, so he gently presses his hand against her face and with his thumb wipes some off, making sure to get it all. She turns her head toward him at his warm touch.

He takes his thumb and runs it over her bottom lip, gradually increasing the pressure. He sees her open her mouth, and he knows she wants it, but he's going to play with her for a while. When she's done darting her tongue in search of his finger, he unrepentantly slides it into her mouth, and she zealously takes it and immediately sucks the pudding off into her mouth.

House feels his cock spring in his pants, and he so desperately need to remove them, but he doesn't. Cameron tilts her head back as she sucks his finger and runs her tongue around it as if it were his dick in her mouth. The more she does it the more House is cringing inside, his guts feeling as if he stuck it in an electrical socket.

When he feels his finger is sufficiently clean, he takes it out and places a short, soft, sweet kiss on her lips as a reward. She smiles as he leans to his left, and he smiles, too. Without any noise of warning, he dives in and takes the cream and as much of her breast as he can. She screams loudly as she arches her back more; her feet sprang up into the air, her feet resting on the island now.

As House is sucking the cream off of her breast, he feels the cream from her left one pressing and smearing against his own, not that he cares. He suddenly gasps as he feels her left hand take a hold of his swollen, hidden cock, and he feels as if he'll explode right there.

By now, House is hurting – well, him actually, his dick is.

He quickly licks the rest of the cream off her breasts and swiftly moves to the end of the island. He smiles when he sees her legs bent and spread…so inviting! He stands between her feet and tears off his pants and underwear; his dick springs into the air at its release from confinement.

House bends down and dives into her pussy, hungrily licking the cream from her crotch, trying not to get any on his face, which he succeeds. Cameron is whining and moaning above him, and he's in seventh heaven at the moment. He loves the power he has over her.

He notices a little cream over her pussy, so he leans down and eagerly licks it off, making sure to run his tongue over her hard clit.

"Oooohhhh…moore…" she begs.

House will have none of that.

After he has sufficiently cleaned her up, he says not a word but grabs her hips, pulls her down so holds onto her ass so her pussy is at his dick level. He asks if she's comfortable, and she whines, "Shut up and fuck me!"

House smiles and fulfills her wish. He slides his hard dick into her and she gasps at the intensity of his dick in her; she doesn't think he's ever felt as big as he does now, and she moans in joyous thankfulness.

He slowly fucks her, watching her face as he does so, and gradually grinds into faster as her screaming and moaning and whining increases. When he gets to the point where he's fucking her so hard she has to hold on to the sides of the island, he closes his eyes and brings it home.

"Ooohhh…yesss…oh…" Cameron cries out, literally crying. She wraps her legs around his waist and pushes his ass in with her feet for deeper penetration.

House's own breath is laborious and shallow, and he keeps it up, even after she tightens her grip around his dick. House loves this position because he can keep his dick in her as she cums, even when she pushes. As their body meets and House himself has started to moan, she cries out she's going to cum, and just the words alone sends him into his own orgasm.

His body shakes, he gets weak in the knees but he doesn't stop; he only slows down a little. Cameron suddenly screams his name and cums, sending his juices down his shaft and around the pubic hair. He speeds it up just a bit before the full intensity of the orgasm overwhelms him.

He pushes his hips into her, not coming out for anything, and lets her finish her orgasm, and only then does Cameron open her eyes.

She's staring at House, his face contorted, his eyes closed, frown lines on his forehead as if he's concentrating on some Soduko puzzle. She feels his dick pulsate in her as he reaches the end of his own orgasm.

"Holy shiiit," House breathes heavily, as he leans forward, his chest on hers, his arms at her side to support himself. "God, you're fantastic."

She catches her breath, laughs and says, "Yeah, I know," smiling at him devilishly.

He finally helps her up, and they hug as she stands on her own.

"I want dessert like that more often," House tells Cameron.

"Yes, Master," she grins up at him.