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Only a patch of colorful carpet separated House and Cameron as rain hit the roof in fits and starts creating a helter skelter rhythm.
House stood rubbing his bad leg as a spasm of pain wrenched his muscles, and glanced up at her. Wildness stirred behind her smoky eyes and he imagined that this was what she looked like jacked up on ecstasy and ready to mount anything that moved.
Cameron fixated on his face. It meant everything to her. It was dear to her: beard shadowing his jaw, eyes unbridled electricity, and mouth sexual and there for … kissing, sucking, licking, biting.
The sight of him always spurred a pang in her stomach signaling fierce feelings: desperate love mixed with pain, desire, and hope.
Electromagnetism is a force between us.
House stripped her with a look probing her secret places with his blues. Before he lays a hand on her he has already been inside.
I can see who you are.
She ran her tongue over her lips like a gloss. The unconscious gesture was like waving a scarlet cloth at an agitated bull and House raked his hands through his hair.
Something shifts within House and he rearranges himself, allowing his heart to grow nearly as big as his cock – but only when it comes to Cameron. All others be damned. Long ago House locked his feelings in a jar. Now the lid explodes, reason recedes, and jackassery falls away leaving him open to her.
In another time and another place House would have kept his thoughts to himself but now was not the time to hold back, he knew, as words emerged from within him and entered the stratosphere like the growl of a wild animal.
"You want to know how I feel about you? This is how I feel."
In contrast to the stridence of his voice, feelings played across his countenance like shadow puppets.
First his cane clattered to the floor and like a lion pouncing he closed the gap between them and then he was on her. Hauling her body violently against his, the satiny feel of material beneath his hands, he left Cameron no doubt about the extent of his arousal.
See me
Feel me
Touch me
Heal me
There's a lot that he could say because after all House is a man who has been in love before and she knows that he is capable of loving a woman and he could say that they fit – they did and he knew it – and yet all he can manage is a reference to their first kiss.
"I should frisk you for needles," he says, voice gravelly and low like a presence in the room, his breath brushing her ear before gripping the back of her head and kissing her hard on the mouth. The diffidence with which he kissed her in his office was replaced by need unleashed and the kind of confidence House displayed when he diagnosed and treated patients. His interest in her body was unequivocal.
The degree of his desire was indisputable. Cameron has seen it etched in the hard slant of his shaft beneath his jeans and now she felt his erection throbbing through denim, remembering the sight of it beneath the sheets in his bedroom that afternoon. She caught a subtle whiff of fabric softener from his t-shirt and barely perceptible a hint of aftershave lingered.
Thunder boomed like the climax of a fireworks display, shaking the sky with sound.
Just one taste of her lips and House has to come back for seconds, thirds – there will be no leftovers. He tastes wine, drinks her in, parting her mouth with his tongue and kissing her
deep
hard
hot
again
and
again.
Yes I need a little water of love.
Her mouth opened up for him, moved beneath his sweetly, urgently. Their kiss was so deep she lost herself in it, wondering how House between her legs could be more intimate than this. Slipping her hands beneath his black tee, Cameron ran her fingers over his vertebrae, marveling at the sheer reality of his body beneath her touch. Hooking her thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans, she pulled him even closer, swiping his lower lip with the tip of her tongue. Sensation is a conduit to his cock.
Beats heroin.
He felt her rounded rump beneath her skintight blue jeans as he squeezed, grinding her against his prick and nearly lifting Cameron off her feet. Molding her flesh against his as if she were clay, he claimed her as his. Moving her hair to the side he kissed a path along the soft skin of her neck, breathing in the faint scent of … he couldn't name it but it stirred him … Cameron.
Only flames from the patron saint candles and flashes of spidery lightning broke the darkness of House's living room.
House returned to her face with his hands, eyes, and mouth again and again as if to reassure himself that it was really Cameron he was kissing, Cameron's soft skin he touched underneath her shirt, Cameron's chameleon eyes in which he floundered as he saw the reflection of flames flickering within them.
Cameron kept reaching up to stroke his face with an air of ownership and an awestruck countenance. Pressed tightly up against his chest, with bothersome clothing segregating their skin, she could not get close enough to the man she watched sleep earlier that day, as tenderness filled her heart and desire swept over her loins.
This is it. There is nothing more, nothing less. We are connected,like lovers from different lifetimes, who through a time warp find each other in the dark universe where black holes are now nearly passé.
She has always wanted a man to take action, to go ahead and snake a hand between her legs while sitting side by side watching TV, to scatter buttons across a room as he tore the clothes off her body. And yes, to kiss her and fuck her as if she were a musical composition, accelerando, expressivo, dolcissimo, appassionato, con intensita, crescendo.
House tuned in to her unspoken desires as though they were chords he had loved and memorized, and he played her like a piece he knew by heart, one on which he loved to improvise.
He grazed his knuckles purposefully against her clit, teasing her through her jeans. The fabric beneath his hands fueled him and he swiped his thumb up against her entrance and applied pressure.
Heat spread like wildfire between her legs. Cameron felt herself grow wet as she looked down watching House's hand moving between her thighs. All she wants is to say his name over and over again like an incantation. Except that she wants much more than that.
I want to, I need to, I'd love to …
"House." She settles for saying it once.
Tendrils clung to her forehead and he gently moved them aside cupping her jaw. And so he sought her mouth once more, pressing his against hers with short, sweet stabs of intimacy.
Claiming House's face she studied it as if it were a map, holding it as she kissed him back, sucking the tip of his tongue into her mouth, as he imagined her sucking his cock between her lips.
House covered her sex with his palm, rolling the ball of his hand over her mound with a righteous motion.
Cameron's stomach fluttered and her breath caught.
This is basic biology but we have advanced chemistry...
Her nipples stiffened, poking painfully against the lace of her black bra and through the thin fabric of her shirt, her clit pulsed insistently against the seam of her jeans.
Fuck.
House pulled away from her body just long enough to check in with her. He penetrated her eyes with an intense gaze, his pupils dilated. Fingering the lobes of her ears, he sees they're swollen. "You're … excited," he observed huskily as if the knowledge will make his prick burst through his pants.
Touch me.
Like a mind reader, Cameron reached down tracing the outline of his cock with a finger as his erection swelled. House grew harder still as she applied pressure with her hand and touched the head of his shaft. Her pulse pounded between her legs as she felt the length and heft of his prick under her touch imagining what it would be like when he opened her up, pushed inside, began to thrust.
"You're hard," she whispered leaning forward and gently biting the skin of his neck below his ear before moving to suck on his lobe, troubling it with her teeth.
His erection nudged the snug front of his jeans.
"Cameron."
The sound of her name on his lips with his clipped inflection made her even wetter than she already was.
"Take off my pants," he ordered in a controlled yet agitated voice as if he had told her to get an MRI for a patient and he needed it yesterday. He followed the command with a meaningful look.
It was the imperative command delivered in that low down, gritty voice that drove her to grip his waistband and rip open the button fly, releasing his erection from its confines. Even at work it turned her on when he told her what to do, how to do it and when. She eased the jeans up and over his hard on and down over the sensitive tissue of his maimed thigh until he stood before her in boxers and the Replacements t-shirt.
Glancing down at the floor, his warm palms brushed her bare arms stroking her cool smooth skin. "Might as well look," he said wryly. "You must be curious."
See me.
His eyes rose to meet hers, gauging her reaction.
"I'm a doctor. I had a pretty good idea of what your leg would look like." Still, Cameron squatted down and examined the scar tissue. "Looks like someone waged a war. It's pretty ravaged," she said running her fingers over the pockmarked flesh with a light touch while looking up and into his eyes. "But it's part of you and I … love it. I just don't love the pain it causes you."
House felt his heart twist within his chest at her words, her touch, and he bent over, pulled her to her feet and held her closely against him in the first real embrace he'd experienced since the night on the roof of the hospital when he had clasped Stacy to him one last time.
Heal me.
She pulled away first, fueled by the certainty that it was time to get naked, and peeled off his shirt. "You don't need this," she declared authoritatively, dropping the garment on the floor.
"This is useless," House growled, untying the halter from the nape of her neck. When the top didn't fall from her bare skin fast enough for him, he pulled it over her head and tossed it in the direction of the couch immediately turning his attention to her pants. He popped the snap and unzipped to the sight of a bit of black lace underneath.
Her excitement mounted as she felt his fingers graze her silky skin as he yanked her jeans and lacy black panties over her slim hips so the clothes pooled at her ankles and she stepped out of them.
At sight of her white skin in the flickering candlelight, shadows pooling where the dark tangle of hair hid her sex, House reached down and touched himself, gripping the head of his cock – closing his eyes, and opening them again. Pure desire had the effect of softening his features and leaving them naked, his brows knitted together and eyes squeezed shut. The only time she had ever seen him look so enraptured was when she had caught him in his office listening to Beethoven's 3rd Eroica. House made a sound at the back of his throat, something between a groan and a growl.
She grasped his hand, dragging it between her legs so he could feel how wet she was, how ready she was for him. He reached out and he ran his fingertips over her mouth and when her lips still didn't part the way he wanted them to he said "Cameron, I love you" and she gaped at him – it never failed – and he stuck his fingers inside her mouth and she sucked them instinctively, twirling her tongue between each one.
With dampened fingers, House touched her nipples through the lace of her bra, rolling the pads of his thumbs over one stiff nib while cupping the swell of her breast. Looking at her face, he saw her eyes close as she concentrated – she felt like there was a live wire connecting her nipples to her clit. Grabbing her shoulders, he pushed her back into the cushions of the couch so she lay against the pillow that remained from when she'd spent the night.
Careful of his thigh, House kneeled on the floor for better access and lowered his mouth to the place where his hands had been. The tip of his tongue gently jabbed her nipple before he flattened it and circled the hardened flesh lazily, loving how Cameron squirmed and ran her fingers through her hair which was spread out like silk on the pillow, her face filled with the lust he'd seen when he'd caressed her cheek, sliced off her button, parted her shirt and blew into her naval using robotics during a hallucination.
"Date me." House-like, he bit off the two words while giving her a sideways glance. It wasn't a question; it was an order.
"Fuck me." Cameron-like, this was voiced quietly. Monosyllables seemed all they were capable of in terms of talk.
For an instant he hesitated.
What if…but…oh, fuck it.
"You're sure you're ready for … this?" House queried. He didn't want her to have any regrets. "I don't want to crush you.""House, I've been ready for three years." She smiled reassuringly and reached into the gap of his boxer shorts as evidence.
"Bedroom." House said. Referring to catching her checking him out while he slept he added, "I think you remember where it is."
They rolled off the couch, Cameron grabbing a couple of the candles while House picked up the bag of stuff from Wilson.
"You first. Want to admire your backside," he said and watched the natural way her ass swayed as she preceded him through the darkened room. He loved how her inner thighs were slightly rounded ending in a dark, wild tangle between her legs, loved the dimple above her ass, and the way her hair brushed her naked back.
"What's this?" Cameron spied the package from Muriel's Intimate Apparel on House's bed and turned to him with a smile. "So the birthday gift thing wasn't just a ploy to get me into your bed?" She asked, picking up the box and touching the red ribbon.
"It was a ploy. Unwrap it, and do it fast."
Mount Gregory's about to blow. Can't wait much longer.
House came up behind her and unhooked her bra as she ripped off the paper. Pulling her roughly back against him, he cupped the curves of her breasts, ran his hands over them, down across the sensitive skin of her abdomen finally making his way to her nest where he positioned his whole palm over her vulva and clit.
In response to his touch a moan escaped her as the box fell open and she lifted out the same white lacy negligee she had admired while running earlier in the evening.
House turned her around so he could see her reaction to his gift. As if for approval, he watched her face as she held the material against her naked body. Cameron looked up at him wonderingly.
"It's perfect. It's me." She kissed him hard on the mouth, gripping his face in her hands, the garment pressed between them. "Let's save it for later."
Hell to the yeah on that.
Leaning over and giving him a view of her sex from an exciting angle, Cameron set the box carefully on the floor, and then crawled up on the bed, looking at him.
Before joining her, he feasted his eyes on a sight he'd waited to see for what seemed like eternity: the slight form of Cameron lying back with her legs propped up and her arms thrown back behind her head, hair spilling across a pillow. How her face could look so sensual and still hold its innate goodness perplexed him.
Not in the mood for puzzles.
A thought appeared in his head like a psychotic episode but he was so struck with it he was for a moment paralyzed from climbing up next to Cameron and fucking her the way he wanted it, needed it, had to have it.
He hadn't even been inside her yet and already he pictured the way her body would look pregnant with his child – their child. He saw it as if it were a vision. Her nipples would be dark and swollen, the swell of her belly like the slope of a dune, his hands proprietarily circling her distended tummy from behind, her body fitting his perfectly. It was the only way he could imagine her looking more beautiful then she did now, spread out on his bed.
Instead of wilting his erection, it only made him harder.
"Lobby art doesn't begin to describe you," he found himself saying out loud as he stood by the bed in his boxers, his erection jutting against the thin cloth with an insistence that needed to be addressed.
House grunted as Cameron leaned forward and pulled his boxers up and over his erection. His cock sprang free and it was even more beautiful than she'd imagined, straight and full, thick and long with a shapely, massive head. She squeezed her legs together to chastise her clit, unconsciously tilting her pelvis up, inviting him to explore it, imploring him to touch her there.
"House, come here …"
Before she could finish her sentence he was on the bed, wincing as he compensated for his handicap, navigating a suitable position where he could do all the things he wanted to do to Cameron.
"Careful. Your leg," Cameron worried aloud, hating the idea of him in pain – then again with House pain was a constant companion.
"My leg. I'll abuse it as I see fit," he replied.
In a surprisingly agile move for a gimp House pushed her down on the mattress and parted her legs with his left thigh, and when that wasn't wide enough for him he grasped her knees and spread them open with his hands.
She unclenched for me.
House crawled on hands and knees across the mattress, bottom lip between his teeth. Tugging her hips closer to his face, he got down between her toned thighs and stuck his fingers in his mouth wetting them and parted the folds of her secret skin. Her sex looked like a perfect oyster. House licked from her vulva to her clit, stiffening his tongue like a rod and plunging inside her, moving against the soft membrane otherwise known as the g-spot with a carnal knowledge.
He heard Cameron groan and felt her shift sexily beneath him, pushing against his mouth. Resting his weight on his left hip, House flattened his tongue and pressed it gently against her bud, moving in slow, feather-light circles as she opened up for him.
The rasp of his tongue moving against her delicacy sent warmth rushing through her body until even her toes tingled.
This time it is really you, your tongue warm and wet and in me … on me … mmm … around and around … oh yes there like that
He loved the feel of her tiny erect nub rolling underneath the flat part of his tongue and her soft wetness as he plunged it inside her.
She grew wetter against his hand, his mouth.
Raw sexuality altered his face and the sponge of his tongue flirted with her clit, nudging through her folds, gently jabbing and slowly circling until she cried out and he increased his speed.
Cameron felt his whole mouth open, covering her vulva and kissing deep. His scruff brushing against her sensitive skin drove her half crazy as sweetness ebbed up from the core of her, spreading in seismic waves of sensation.
"House," she moaned, invoking his name as if he was the Lord. "House. House."
Oh, Christ, not yet.
House pulled away just before Cameron plunged over the edge into oblivion to watch her face transfixed. She opened her eyes to the sight of his face, mouth wet with her juices. He looked like a bewhiskered satyr, naked and dangerously predatory.
"Ungh. Good." She pronounced a verdict, closing her eyes and then opening them again.
"Good," he repeated with inflection reaching past her for the bottle of lubricant and massaging some between his hands. He sat up so he was on his knees on the bed and watched Cameron watch him stack fist over fist and bring them down forcefully over his erection. He stroked himself a few times urgently.
Always think of you when I do this.
As her pupils dilated, the phantom smile appeared, warming his eyes. Cameron propped herself up and reached out to touch his hard rod, but House pushed her back down on the bed. "Later," he said.
He reached for condoms on the nightstand but she caught his hand to stop him. He questioned her with a look.
"I want to know it's you. I want to feel … you." She threw up her hands, knowing that she had a reputation for playing it safe, with a few notable exceptions.
"I can't guarantee I'm clean," he told her. "I do hookers."
Cameron's voice dropped to a near whisper. "If you're a disease, I already caught it and there's no cure."
Crush me.
She drew him down to her, eager to feel the length of his body on top of hers. He hovered over her, his cock at the ready. Her hand went between her legs to feel her wetness and House looked down at her face and licked her from his bottom lip. Candlelight reflected in his eyes. This was the House who had promised he'd never crush her, the House who would have kept on kissing her if she hadn't sprung a needle on him.
Ignoring the ache in his leg because the ache in his groin was more pressing, House clutched his thick penis and pressed it against her entrance, moving it back and forth titillating her clitoris and nudging her labia apart with its head.
I want to be on her. In her. Want to cover her. Hurts. Worth it.
He split her with his cock, pushing into the sweet wet warmth, amazed at the reality of plunging into 98.6 degrees of body heat, slayed by the way she opened up to make room for him while also constricting around him like a vice.
Soft animal sounds emerged from Cameron as she felt him fill her: his cock grew within her like new life.
His erection expanded within her softness as he moved inside her, exploring her slowly at first as he heard her sigh his name.
Feel me.
"You make it so hard," he told her what she already knew, knowing she wanted to hear it from him anyway. "I thought I was easy," she replied, grasping the back of his head and pulling his mouth to hers until their tongues tangled. She was left speechless as he pulled almost all of his length from her, poised with just his head inside of her so he stimulated the soft front part of her entrance. He heard her breathing shift and grow ragged. With one deep thrust he pushed all the way back in, rotating the angle of his cock and driving into her.
You move me … you fill me … you in me
Cameron's hands stroked his back, slid down over his muscular buttocks, dragging him closer, urging him deeper, faster, harder. The feeling of her pelvis beneath him excited House, nearly pushed him over the edge as he rocked into her, and when her hips posted up to meet his, he groaned "Al."
To me she's either Cameron or Al.
House varied his movements so his cock hit her g-spot and his skin and pubic hair brushed against her clit with every thrust. Pushing up against him Cameron gasped as she felt sweet warmth spread once more through her clit and she knew she was close as she bloomed beneath him, uncurling like the petals of a flower.
"House. Just … more …"
The fucking felt to Cameron like he was kissing her between her legs with his cock, so intimate, hot, raw, and urgent was House's movement. She locked her legs up around his back. Looking down between them to where their flesh met pushed her over the edge. Sweet sensation radiated from her core spreading deliciously so she jerked beneath House and cried out as she came violently, grabbing his hair with one hand, the other hand gripping the sheets.
"Turn over and take me with you," she gasped, sensing that despite his efforts to shift his weight onto his upper body and left leg, the damaged right leg was tiring.
They pivoted on the bed so Cameron straddled him. Just like in his dreams, her breasts were dark and swollen, nipples peaked and stiff. Mahogany hair swept down across his chest and around his face and she looked like a wild child, flushed from their coupling.
House gripped her hips, his eyes blazing as the candles burned down. He called upon Christ as she writhed against him and he felt the pressure begin to build like a dam about to burst at the base of his cock. Heat moved up as he shifted inside her and felt her squeeze his erection with a confidence that almost made him come on the spot. Moving his pelvis to meet hers, he found he could go deeper and a surge of hot wetness surrounded him.
Watching his face, Cameron could tell he was close. She licked her thumbs and slid them over his nipples, matching his thrusts.
"Fuck." House bit his lower lip. "Cameron," he uttered. He said her name again. This time it was a shout.
The warmth shot up his shaft to his tip and he felt himself expand even more as waves of pleasure swept the length of his erection until he couldn't wait any longer and he let go, spurting into her, his brain exploding. He sank down against her, kissing her mindlessly, his head numb.
They clung damply to each other breathing hard with House still inside her.
"Thanks," Cameron said after a moment, enjoying the afterglow of sex. She touched his face, his mouth, while his eyes searched hers, making sure she wasn't hurt.
This is House.
Her breath tickled his ear and he ran his hands under her long hair and up over the damp skin of her back possessively.
"For what?"
The sex? I'll fuck you for free anytime anyplace anyhow anywhere.
"For my birthday gift. I love it."
A/N: This chapter is for Kymba. Thanks to athousandsmiles and sharp2799 who stepped up and read drafts of this, and thanks to katej and Angela Burrows for encouragement. This is my first try at a sex scene, and since it was for these beloved characters, I tried hard to write it how I saw it. More chapters are on the way.
