Characters/Pairing: Chase/Cameron
Rating: R
"Bastard," Chase manages through clenched teeth. There's something dark in his eyes tonight, something uncharacteristically powerful, and Cameron catches her breath as she tugs his shirt unceremoniously over his head.
"Thought you weren't angry at House," she murmurs. Her clothes are already in a pile on the living room floor; they've only been home minutes and she knows they won't make it to the bedroom. His hands come up to cup her breasts and Cameron kisses him roughly.
"Not for firing me." Chase groans as she shoves his scrub pants down his hips and wraps one hand around his cock, already hard under her fingers. "For making me do that surgery, hell yeah."
"Are you angry at House or Taub?" His hands are on her hips now, almost supporting himself against her as she works her fingers down his shaft.
"House," says Chase. He pulls roughly from her grasp and turns her so she's bent over her kitchen table.
Cameron bites her lip as he enters her from behind, and they don't talk anymore. Strange, she thinks, that House should be so omnipresent even now. She doesn't envy his new fellows, or at least that's what she tells herself.