A/N: You people need to stop encouraging me….

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Cameron was sitting on the exam table, her skirt hiked up and her panties flung somewhere in the room, her blouse unbuttoned and her bra having joined her panties, wherever they were. House was sitting in front of her on the stool. Her eyes were riveted on him, watching him take in every detail of her body. She squirmed, feeling exposed and awkward. There was a single-minded intensity in House's eyes and Cameron knew he had a goal in mind and also that nothing she did or said would divert him from it. Her eyes darted around the room nervously, waiting for him to do something, or for a knock on the door from someone wondering what the hell was going on in Exam Room 1.

"Does this make you uncomfortable? Me looking at you?"

"A little." No point in lying to him; she was pretty sure it was obvious anyway.

"See, my dear, men are visual creatures. And since we've been together, we haven't even gotten properly undressed. I just wanted to see if you were as beautiful as I'd always imagined you'd be."

"And?"

"You're more beautiful." His appreciation of her body made her feel even more exposed and self conscious, although she couldn't be sure exactly why. He still hadn't moved.

"What are you gonna do?" She had a feeling he had something else in his mind other than to sit and stare at her.

"What would you like me to do?" He was so calm, even a little detached. His control excited her and made her nervous at the same time.

She knew there was a right answer, that this wasn't simply House asking her what she wanted, but she didn't know what the right answer was, so she tried the truth instead. "I want you to touch me. I need your hands on me."

Need. Need your hands. He was so pleased with her right then, he couldn't believe his good fortune. He had a beautiful woman half his age whose body needed him and craved him and only him, who responded to him with such pleasure it made him feel like a god. He knew she'd deny him nothing, she'd let him do to her whatever he chose, however, wherever and whenever he chose to do it. He would have never told her, of course, but at that moment he'd have done anything she asked for, pleasured her in ways she couldn't even think of. "Where should I touch you?"

She knew the right answer to this question, and it also happened to be the truth. "Anywhere you want." Her skin just needed his caress, and his hands promised nothing but pleasure. Anywhere he wanted to put them, anything he wanted to do, she welcomed.

House leaned forward slightly, his hand resting on her thigh, just above the knee. His fingers drew lazy, absent circles on her skin. She licked her lips and shifted her gaze from his eyes to where he was touching her. She loved the way his hand looked on her, his rough, masculine skin contrasting with the smooth creaminess of her flesh, his hands large in comparison with her petite frame. Now it was her eyes that studied the situation, meeting and holding his as he moved his hand further up her leg, slowly, not even an inch at a time, pausing to caress and let the heat of his touch soak into her flesh at each stop. She still had no idea what his ultimate goal was, and the uncertainty and anticipation excited her almost as much as his hand on her.

Scooting the stool forward slightly, he leaned down and kissed the inner thigh of her other leg lightly, brushing his lips and his rough beard against the tender skin, nuzzling the spot his lips had been. She wasn't used to this slow, gentle, teasing treatment from him, and it made it that much harder for her to guess his intentions. She leaned back, arms straight, resting on her palms and tried to relax, knowing that if he wanted something from her, she'd know about it. He bit sharply at the sensitive skin of her leg, making her suck her breath in sharply and instinctively pull her leg away, forcing her legs farther apart. Cameron looked down and saw a red patch forming where he'd just bitten her, smiling to herself and thinking that in addition to having to wear her hair down and wear long sleeves, she'd be in pants for a few days now too. House certainly liked to make sure that no one else could play with his toys; he'd essentially written "Property of Gregory House" all over her body. She knew she should probably be angry, but part of her liked it. She was certain that others had noticed her wearing her hair down, something she rarely did, and maybe they even wondered why she was wearing long sleeves in late Spring, but she and House were the only people that knew why, and it thrilled her. She also liked the reminder of having been with him, seeing the marks he left on her and remembering how they'd gotten there, and wondering where the next ones would be put.

The hand on her thigh was almost at the point where her leg met her body now, House's thumb teasing the juncture of her leg and her torso, his long fingers wrapping around to hold firmly onto her hip. He bit her again, higher up this time, making her squirm and whimper. It hurt, but she liked the way her skin heated in response to the injury. House licked this new wound, kissing the pain out of the angry red mark on her thigh, the moisture cooling it as his mouth left the spot. She also figured she knew then what he had in mind and her pulsed quickened in anticipation.

House's fingers replaced where his tongue had been and he raised his head to look at her again, impossibly close, but now Cameron was too excited to be embarrassed. He could see the wetness glistening off her lips, how her sex had swelled at the thought of what she suspected she was going to get, and he hadn't even touched her yet. He kissed one thigh, then the other, his mouth teasing her straining muscles, feeling her shift on the table and pull herself closer to the edge. His lips played with the short, course hair of her pubic mound and she tensed even more, taking shallow breaths, her whole body humming, waiting for the first soft, sweet lash of his tongue, her mind consumed with how good the heat and moisture was going to feel when he finally took her into his mouth. Her clit hardened and throbbed, almost feeling the firm pressure of his lips sucking it already.

He reached over with the hand on her hip, rubbing his thumb between her lips and dragging it, wet with her moisture over the hard, sensitive swelling that ached under his touch. He was amazed at how turned on she was. He felt the now-familiar rush of power flow through his veins, knowing how much she wanted this, needed it, needed him to give it to her. He kissed her lightly all over, running his tongue over her outer lips, nibbling gently along the stiff tendons of her groin, all the while stroking and squeezing her thighs. She whimpered softly in both pleasure and frustration. His mouth and his hands felt so good, relaxing and arousing at the same time, but her body still needed the release of all that tension she'd built up in her mind and he'd built up in her body.

"C'mon…do it…please" she whispered as she ran her hand softly through his hair.

He kissed her swiftly between her hairline and her belly button and captured her eyes with his. He already knew he was going to give it to her and give it to her good, but he didn't want her to get used to getting what she wanted so easily. She needed to remember who called the shots, who gave her the pleasure she needed so much. "Beg me for it, baby. And the better you beg, the better you'll get it."

"I need to feel your lips and your tongue. I wanna come in your hot mouth…make me come for you. I need it so bad. Lick me, suck me…do it Greg…please."

Throwing in his name had been a fantastic touch, and if he hadn't wanted to drive her crazy before, he did then. She was getting good at this, quickly learning that he loved it when she submitted and surrendered to him and loved it when she talked dirty to him, and if she gave him what he wanted he could make her scream in pleasure. And that's exactly what he set out to do. He slid his tongue flat over her, slowly, wanting to get her used to the sensation first. The groans that greeted his first licks told him that it had been too long since anyone had done this to her. He stiffened his tongue and licked up the length of her clit and felt her gasp and jerk her hips back. She was crazy sensitive and even that much pressure was too much for her. He backed off a little and repeated the same motion again, this time barely touching her, in fact he was touching her so lightly he wasn't sure she'd feel it at all. She felt it though, playing her fingers through is hair and pulling him closer. He started a slow, steady rhythm up and down her swollen length and felt her thighs tense under his hands. Every exhale was a soft, ragged moan punctuated by one syllable words like "more" and "good" and "yes" and he even thought he heard "oh god Greg" at one point. He looked up at her to see her eyes screwed shut, her whole face tensed up in ecstasy. He could only imagine how good it must feel to her, especially after having been deprived of the intense and precise stimulation of the tongue of a man who knew what he was doing for as long as she so obviously had been, and he knew now how to get her off when she was ready.

But that time wasn't now. House wanted her to relax and enjoy this, to feel and appreciate all the sensations his talented mouth could give her. He could make her come easily, but he wanted her to need this and crave it like she craved his touch and the feel of him deep inside her. He wanted her to be as addicted to him as he was getting to this and her. He needed to make her feel better than she'd ever felt before. He licked up her entire sex again, swallowing the steady stream of wetness from her entrance and slid his tongue inside her. She startled at the feeling at first but then whimpered and relaxed, rocking her hips subtly in time with him. His tongue felt so different from his fingers, softer and warmer and touching places inside of her in ways that she'd never been touched before. She curled her fingers into his hair as well as she could and gasped out "God…oh god that's…that's so good." House felt dizzy and drunk off of the pleasure he was giving her. He felt like he could do this all day and wanted to touch her everywhere to see what sounds he could get her to make and what phrases of appreciation and pleasure he could get her to moan out.

He reluctantly withdrew his tongue, catching the sweet wetness that followed in his mouth and swallowing. He kissed her then like he kissed her mouth, sucking and probing, letting his teeth gently scrape against her ultra-sensitive skin, making her cry out softly and buck her hips into his eager mouth. He sucked gently on her clit, careful not to overstimulate her, and felt her cradle his head in her hand and sigh. He sucked a little harder, seeing how much she could take, and thought for a second that she might hyperventilate with the way she was breathing. It could have been minutes or hours that he sucked and teased and pleasured her, loving the way she moved and moaned and ran her fingers through his hair. He felt her skin under his hands slightly moist from perspiration, felt her arms start to shake and lose their strength, and although he didn't want to stop he knew he had to; she couldn't take much more, and they'd been in the room too long already.

He replaced his tongue with the gentle stoking of his fingers, wanting to keep her at her fever pitch of arousal and whispered "Open your eyes." It was no easy task for her, but she managed to lift her eyelids half way and looked at him, silently begging him for release. "Wanna come now?"

"Yes…oh god yes…may I? Please?" House's heart almost stopped for the fourth time in his life. She was getting good at this. Almost too good.

"Don't scream," he whispered firmly, and started to run his tongue almost imperceptibly lightly up and down her clit like he had been before. Cameron gasped and dug her nails into his shoulder, rocking her hips against him. He could feel her throb and her muscles contract rhythmically in his mouth. She lifted her hips off the table and told him "Don't stop…never stop…please…oh….aaaahhhh," her mouth contorted in a silent scream. He gently broke his contact with her as the spasms subsided, then stood and gently, affectionately straightened her clothes for her. She looked at him with a contended, pleasure sedated stare, blinked, smiled and said "Wow…you're…really good at that." She chuckled slightly, coming back to earth slowly. "Really good." He let her rest for a few minutes, his hands on her hips, her laying her head on his shoulder, needing to be connected to him for just a little while longer.

She leaned back and stared at him with a renewed hunger in her eyes, her hands reaching out for his hips, stroking his steel hard erection through his pants. "My turn…I wanna make you feel like that."

"Later. Tonight. We have to get out of here."

"No…I wanna…" Her hands battled his, which weren't really fighting, to get his belt unbuckled. She popped the button on his pants, and –

House's alarm startled him awake. 9:19, blared the clock on his nightstand. Confused and not sure which reality he was in, he rolled over onto his stomach and slapped it into silence, groaning, sorely disappointed that the morning's events had been just a dream. His leg ached and it wasn't the only thing, he was so hard he felt like if he didn't come now, he was going to explode. He also knew it wouldn't help much, it never did, but at least some of the physical pressure would be dealt with. He rolled onto his back and brought himself off hard with a few quick strokes of his hand, cleaned up with a tissue, popped a couple of Vicodin and headed into the shower thinking "You're really something House, starting your day nearly having a wet dream like a teenager, jerking off and eating painkillers." There was only one thing that was going to make him feel better, and he called her as soon as he got into work.

"Cameron. Clinic. Fifteen minutes."

"I can't, I've got to –"

"You've got to come down to the clinic in 15 minutes. That's what you've got to do. I'm not asking."

She knew better than to protest, heading down the elevator 10 minutes later. She stopped at the front desk and asked Brenda "Have you seen Dr. House? He called just a bit ago and said he needed my help with a patient."

"Yeah, he's in Exam Room 1. He told me you'd be stopping down."

She opened the door and saw the lust and fire in his eyes immediately. He beckoned her over, lifting her up onto the table in one smooth motion, surprising her with his strength. His hands went straight for the buttons of her blouse and he whispered in her ear "I had the best dream about you this morning." She stared at him in shock, she'd never seen him this…desperate…before. He slipped her blouse down her arms and reached around her to unhook her bra. "Problem is, it was just a dream." She'd worn a skirt today, too. It was like she'd read his mind. "I came in my hand thinking about you when I woke up." He hiked her skirt above her knees. "Tonight, I'm gonna come down your throat." His hands went to the waistband of her panties and she lifted her hips. "But first, my dream is going to become reality." He sat down on the stool in front of her, staring at her, starving. He leaned over her thighs, and her mind finally caught up to what was happening. "And Cameron?" She looked down at him, dazed. "Don't scream." His teeth found the sensitive, milky skin of her inner thigh.