A/N: Here, I wrote it. Happy now? Hope this holds all you hormonal, insatiable folks over for a while. There may or may not be a part 3 if my depraved daydreams can come up with something worthy.
2
Almost two weeks had passed without any mention of the encounter in the parking garage. House was acting more detached than was normal even for him, making no jokes or mention of it whatsoever. Cameron acted normally as well, but inside she was rapidly losing cohesion. She'd developed a craving for House like she'd craved nothing and no one else in her entire life, wanting him at all hours and everywhere. It was worse than it had been before she'd had him, or rather until he'd had her, and she didn't think that was even possible. The desire consumed her, sometimes even waking her from sleep. Having told House one of her favorite fantasies about him, she hoped/half expected him to be sitting next to her on the bed one of those nights just to prove to her that he'd do it, but it hadn't happened and she'd given up hope that it would, or that she'd ever have him again. That thought drove her crazy. She couldn't get her mind around touching, tasting, feeling him once and then never again. If that was how it was going to be, she wished it had never happened. Then she wouldn't know for sure what she was missing out on. She had even seriously considered searching medical texts to see if lust could possibly be fatal. It drove her almost crazier that House appeared totally unaffected. She figured it stood to reason that she'd be half out her mind, unable to work, run, eat, drink, go out, shower, sleep, get dressed or do anything without thinking of him, and he had purged the incident from his memory.
House wanted to leave her wanting more, but he had to find a careful balance between letting her have her fill and giving her so little that she gave up and moved on. She was suffering and he knew it. He also knew that she'd suffer in silence, but he could tell by her irritability of late, and her occasional lack of coordination which seemed to happen only in his presence that she was nearing her breaking point.
He was sober except for Vicodin, which was to say that he was sober. Normally by this hour of the night, he'd have most of a bottle of bourbon in him, but tonight he knew that having his senses sharp was important, and there certainly wasn't anything he wanted to numb himself from experiencing either. There were advantages to being mostly nocturnal, and this was one of them. He was counting on Cameron's ability to sleep which he knew was tenuous at best in her current state of mind, but assuming she actually managed to pass out for a few hours, he was going to be golden. At 2:30 in the morning, he threw on an extra splash of cologne just to put her to the test, hopped on his motorbike and crossed town, parking half a block down from her apartment building so that the noise of the engine wouldn't wake her prematurely.
By the time he got to her door, he was already hard as diamond. Over the last couple of weeks, he'd felt a real taste for this rise up in him. He'd always been a control freak, that went without saying, but it wasn't just the control that turned him on. It was the rawness, the desire, how all the games and everything else surrounding men and women was stripped away, and all that was left was Cameron's desire for him and her trust that he would give her what she needed. He had the power to make her feel almost anything, make her do almost anything, she wanted him that much. At the same time, he also knew he couldn't abuse that power or it would be gone, so it served them both well for him to not be an ass about this one thing. He was sure Cameron wondered where the jokes and snide remarks were, and he wondered how long it would be before she figured it out, if she ever did.
House turned the key in the lock slowly, careful not to make the deadbolt snap as it housed itself back in the door frame. His soft soled shoes made little noise on the floor, and he made sure not to lean too heavily on his cane. In this small apartment, only one room could be the bedroom and he quickly found which one it was. He stood in the doorway for a moment, making sure she was really asleep and hadn't woken up or heard him come in and was faking. Five minutes must have passed during which he simply stood there, watching, barely moving or breathing until he was satisfied that so far, he hadn't been detected. He wanted this almost as much as she did, if not more. She must be starved for him by now, that he knew, her body aching and primed for his touch, her nerves anticipating this moment for weeks but having given up hope that it was coming, which would make it all the more welcome. It had been torture for him to wait this long, but he knew her response to him would make it worthwhile.
He leaned his cane against the door frame and closed the remaining three steps between where he stood and where Cameron peacefully and obliviously slept. With care and stealth that surprised even himself, House sat down on the bed on the side she slept on. She stirred slightly, rolled over onto her back and stilled for a few moments. Just when he thought he'd have to be more forceful in his attempt to get her attention, her eyes opened half way. She didn't speak, didn't gasp, didn't startle; she expressed no reaction at all. Out of pure desire and instinct, she simply reached for him, hooking her hand behind his arm, pulling him toward her. He was amazed. She really was that attuned to him that her subconscious had recognized his scent, his presence, and awakened her without fear or question. Her reaction was so automatic he couldn't be totally sure she was fully awake, but he did know that he'd wordlessly called her bluff on this one and lost. He also knew that he was the only man in the world to which she'd respond like this. Anyone else would get fear, questions, or at least surprise. But not House. Him, she reached for as if he had always been there, like him showing up in her bedroom in the middle of the night was the most commonplace thing in her world.
Leaning over her on his elbow, he kissed her until she was breathless. There was no teasing, no preliminaries, no pretense. Her hands slid under his leather jacket, clutching at his shoulders, raking at his back, finally finding purchase in a handful of his shirt and holding on. He shifted his weight, pulling Cameron's blanket back and then putting his left knee first on the bed between her legs, then his right. She sighed, the weight of his body soothing her fears that she'd never be able to touch him again, the solid heat of him flowing through her as they both unconsciously found the position that they fit together best.
House held back nothing. He was rough, urgent – Cameron hadn't been the only one suffering. His teeth scraped her neck as he took her breast in his hand, firmly squeezing, pinching, teasing, turning pleasure to pain and then back again. She moaned her approval at the insistence of his touch and ground against him, just needing him inside her and not caring about anything else. The darkness and silence intensified everything. Her eyes were wide open but she could see nothing but shadow and could only feel and hear and smell. She'd know his scent, his touch, and the way he moved anywhere, but without any light or sound to intrude his hands felt hotter and she was more sensitive to his touch, the scent of leather mixed with his cologne mixed with the ghost of his soap and his own personal scent mingled and assailed her senses and she felt like she was taking him into her with every breath.
The way he was touching her turned her on unbelievably. There was no tenderness in his hands, just an intensity that she hadn't before known House was capable of. He'd always been so measured and controlled, even a couple weeks ago he had managed to stuff down his own needs and his own desire to get what he wanted from her, but tonight the mood was completely different. His hand moved away from her breast, down her side and under her nightshirt, pushing it up roughly as his hand settled between her thighs. Instead of teasing and caressing, his fingers only tested. He hadn't given her much time between a dead sleep and now for her body to catch up with what was happening, and he wanted to make sure she was ready. Cameron had other ideas, needing more of his touch, just wanting him inside her somewhere and somehow. She reached down to meet his hand and held onto his wrist, trying to get him to give her some relief, something and to give it to her now. Remembering what she'd said and needing to remind her who was in charge, he turned his hand over, catching her wrist in it and pinning it above her head. He used his other hand to cause its mate to join it, holding both of her slender wrists in one hand and using the other to unbutton his pants.
He steadied himself mostly on his good leg and the elbow of the arm that held Cameron's wrists and took himself in his hand, leaning forward. Cameron arched up to meet him, her body aching for him to take her, but where she expected one hard, long thrust he only rubbed himself against her. She shifted her hips, trying to slide down and force him inside her, but his tight grip on her hands prevented that. He teased her without mercy, pleasuring himself by rubbing his sensitive head between her lips, enjoying the friction and wetness he felt in response. Cameron couldn't stand it. She could hear House's breathing deepen and become less and less even, felt his heart slam in his chest where their bodies were in contact, saw his eyes closed in pleasure and concentration, enjoying the sensations her body gave him but it wasn't enough for her, she needed more than this, needed the penetration and possession he was denying her, she needed to feel what he felt. She twisted her wrists in his hands, thinking if she could just touch him, guide him inside her, touch herself, anything for some pleasure and some relief – but he only held her tighter. She writhed and squirmed under him, trying at very least to find a spot where his teasing would give her what she needed too but he wouldn't allow that either. She was certain, absolutely sure that she was going to lose her mind if he didn't take her now, right now. She didn't even think it was possible to literally need it this badly.
She whimpered and moaned desperately and arched her hips, nearly sobbing out of need and frustration, and it was the hottest damn thing House had ever heard. Without shifting position he shoved his entire length into her and listened to her groan in relief and appreciation. She felt her entire body surrender to him, knowing that this was exactly what she needed, he was exactly what she needed, that his body was the only thing in the world that would satisfy her completely and take the edge off the desire, at least for a while.
He'd teased her so relentlessly and she was so wet and aroused he knew he could be as rough with her as he wanted, thrust as hard as his body wanted him to and not hurt her – at least not in a lasting, unfavorable way. The last couple weeks on top of the last few minutes had made him insatiably turned on, being in her too deep still wasn't deep enough and his hardest strokes still weren't hard enough. He thrust into her until he hit bottom and then tried to push further still, knowing if she wasn't so starved and needy she'd be screaming in pain, instead she just moaned deep in her throat and rolled her hips forward, wanting the same thing he wanted, trying to get him in deeper than was physically possible. House's leg was going to be killing him in very short order and Cameron should consider herself lucky to be able to walk the next day but none of that mattered to either of them now, now was nothing but adrenaline and desire and possession.
Cameron had never felt anything so good in her life. House was using his free hand to balance himself and the other held her wrists in a grip so tight she'd be wearing long sleeves for the next couple of days, but being deprived of the ability to touch and be touched just intensified the sensation of him moving inside of her. She'd never been the submissive type before, never wanted to be before House, but the feeling of helplessness and being taken out of primal desire sent a rush through her body that she knew she wouldn't be able to live without from this point on. And the pain – oh god how she loved the delicious pain of his deepest strokes, just the thought that he was in as deep as her body would allow, no, deeper than her body should have allowed drove her insane with pleasure and desire. She'd also never been the type to like it rough before this either, but this turned her on more than anything else possibly could have and made her feel alive in a way no amount of pleasure had ever done before. She tried forcing him in deeper, seeing how much she could make her body take for him, and even if she didn't like it so much she still would have done it. She didn't want to deny him anything, her body belonged completely to him and she wanted to make sure he knew it.
She came first, her mind screaming his name but her mouth unable to make a sound, her voice cut off as every muscle in her body clenched and her eardrums bulged, making her a little afraid that she'd actually pass out if she surrendered to the orgasm completely but she didn't have a choice, she was well past the point of no return. House wished then that he could see her face, he wanted to see what she looked like completely lost in pleasure, lost because of him. He felt a pang of regret that he hadn't turned the lights on, but knew at the same time light would have ruined it, that it was partly the darkness that had fueled such passion. He felt her muscles relax around him and resumed the same pace, knowing how sensitive she was now and that it had to be uncomfortable for her, but she didn't move, cry out, or make a sound. He felt a wave of reverence and appreciation take him over; he knew then there was nothing she wouldn't do for him and felt fully the power he had over her. He'd never had a woman give herself to him this completely before. At the moment of release he let her hands go and held her tightly against him, needing her to feel his pleasure, needing her to know that he realized and understood the gravity of this moment.
He held onto her until his heart and his breathing restarted, sure both had stopped. He sat up and buttoned and zipped his pants back up and straightened his shirt and jacket. Cameron rolled over and laid her head on his thigh, and he let her stay there until he was sure she'd fallen back asleep, then cradled her head gently in his hand and guided her back onto the pillow, straightened her nightshirt and covered her back up. He grabbed his cane from the door frame where he'd left it and closed and locked the door as quietly as he'd come in. It wasn't until he got home that he realized neither of them had spoken a word to one another the entire night.