They slept in.

They really slept in.

It was late even by House's standards, which was strange as he normally woke at dawn to the demands of his pain but the broken limb nestled between her warm lithe thighs seemed quite content to let its slave sleep on.

10.04am blinked on the alarm clock on his bedside. House merely smiled and renewed his tight hold on her body as he pressed his nose into her hair. He could feel her ribs expanding rhythmically against his chest. The pace of life that sustained her body he would ever be grateful for. He spent what felt like seconds letting his senses indulge in her but when he next glanced at the clock it was nearing half past and the cries of pain in his limb could no longer be consoled by her.

He pulled back from her carefully yet knowing full well she'd probably wake despite his best efforts and reached for his pills sitting up in order to dry swallow them more easily.

As he suspected Cameron stirred and turned to him and looked up at sleepily. "Morning." She mumbled with a lazy smile.

"Good morning." He said shimming back down to lie at her side with his head propped up on his hand as the other spread over her stomach, slightly beneath her camisole and against her skin. "This is so not 6am."

"Wha... what time is it?!" She said frantically looking around.

House leaned forward and captured her lips in a deep silencing kiss.

"It's 10.30." House muttered calmly against her lips.

"This never happens to me." she sighed, still lost in him.

"You're never been kissed by a shockingly handsome man at 10 in the morning?" House asked with a grin.

"I mean sleep in... I always wake up at 6am unless I've had a really, really late night or got drunk the night before. I never sleep in." She whispered almost frightened of what it might mean.

"Don't worry. Your boss won't mind; I guarantee." he whispered kissing her softly once more.

"That's worse and you know it."

House sighed. "Please just let me indulge in the fact that I have a hot bodied babe in my bed." He said brushing his lips against hers.

Cameron rolled her eyes before kissing him back more soundly, her teeth nibbling almost harshly on his bottom lip.

"Ah!" House said pulling back and sucking his lip testing for blood. "What the hell was that for?"

"This hot bodied babe is feisty." She said in a low sexy tone.

House growled loudly and sucked and bit her own lip until she whimpered beneath him.

"You are so sexy." He murmured as he released her red swollen lip, as he lifted his body over hers and dropped perfectly between her thighs, her legs parting for him without prompt.

"You're not half bad yourself." She said with a smirk as she bent her legs at the knee tilting her hips to his, her arms tight around his naked shoulders.

House wriggled his hips against hers. "Really." He said almost sarcastically his hardening length pressing to her.

She closed her eyes and hummed softly tipping her head back. He kissed up her neck gently.

"Is this real?" She whispered. "Am I still dreaming?"

He scrapped his scruff over her neck slightly unkindly. "Far from it." he said as his right hand hooked beneath her left knee bringing it higher.

She moaned softly into his ear. "Greg."

The sound made his whole body shiver. He whimpered softly as his length sprung for full hardness and threatened to erupt instantaneously.

"Sh... or you'll scare it away." He said stopping and lifting his body slightly to look down between them.

"I didn't think something that big could be frightened so easily." she said with a smirk.

"He's intimidated by beautiful women and you are agreeably the most beautiful woman we've ever had in bed with us... he's very sensitive to you for some reason." he joked a smirk on his lips.

"We're talking about your penis in the third person." she said with a completely disbelieving look.

"Well yeah it's not as if I've given him a name." he replied rolling his eyes.

"Poor little fella." She answered her hand sneaking down between them, brushing his length with her fingers.

House hissed and tensed his whole body to hold back his climax. "Jez woman, I'm an old man, he'll disappear if you even think of doing that again. And as you quite clearly groped he isn't exactly little."

"Little Greg?"

"No way! You are not naming my cock!" he exclaimed.

She ran her fingertip down his length.

House grunted and shook over her. "Why can't I? We seem to have such a connection." She purred.

A huge amount of pre-cum spilt against his boxers.

"Did you just...?"

"Not yet." He said in a strained voice, her hand still cupping him. "Allie." he moaned needing release or released.

"Maximus." she murmured, nibbling the shell of his ear, her hand squeezing him softly through his boxers.

"Yes, fuck yes!" He grunted against her neck as he came in his boxers and collapsed half on her and half at her side, his head on her shoulder.

She continued to rub Maximus as he wilted in his cotton confines.

"You are evil." House stated.

"Maxy seemed to enjoy it." she said teasingly, her fingers still moving over him.

"Don't ever call him that again!" he said in a pained whining tone. "Sounds like a feminine hygiene product for crying out loud."

"Maximus." she purred in his ear once more, her tongue darting out to lick the shell of his ear.

He shook slightly at the tone and at the touch of her tongue.

"The Gladiator." He said with a grin.

She giggled slightly. "You like it then?"

"It'll do but look what you did to him?!" he exclaimed. "I'm an old man these things don't happen all that often." he said almost sheepishly, still shivering as she continued to stroke him.

"Really." She said rolling her eyes and slipping her hand into his boxers, truly feeling him for the first time; the warmth, the thickness, the length. Just the sheer weight of it in her hand made her shiver and her other hand clutch at the threads on his skull.

Her breath hitched in his ear and his length twitched in her hand.

"This can't be healthy." House said smoothing his hand down over her breast, teasing the exposed skin of her stomach and down beneath her panties.

"It's the most natural thing in the world." She mumbled.

"I think we're a few layers of clothing shy of that." He mumbled against her neck, his fingers rubbing her and teasing her entrance.

"You know if you need a map..." then she moaned loudly as his fingertip flick over her clit.

"Don't rush me." he said nibbling her skin moving lower and lower nudging the material of her camisole out of the way until he could suck her nipple into his mouth, teasing it gently with her teeth.

She whimpered gripped his slightly hardened tightly.

"Careful Allie, I intend to use that at some point in the future." he hissed against her breast.

"Sorry." she mumbled, removing her hand from Maximus entirely and wrapping her arms around his back.

"I'm just thinking of you." he answered pressing his middle finger into her core, an imitation of what would fill her later hopefully.

"Oh thank you." She breathed, her head still tipped back and her eyes closed. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Her breath hitched as he moved to the other nipple and his thumb circled and pressed at her clit. "Oh shit Greg!" She moaned.

He grinned and lifted his head to look her in the eyes.

"Such language." he exclaimed in fake offence.

"You said fuck." She shot back.

He brushed his lips soft and teasing over hers. "Open your eyes."

She opened her eyes slowly, fluttering a few times before they locked with his. He could feel her muscles clutch once at his single digit when their eyes met. He grinned and pressed another into her, thrusting slowly with his hand. Her eyes flashed and her nails pressed into his skin on his back.

"God, you're beautiful." he said drinking her in, kissing her lips softly.

Her brow furrowed slightly. "House... Greg, I... More." she begged.

He pressed his lips hungrily to hers and kissed her hard as his fingers worked her flesh with more pace and power.

She whimpered and moaned and panted into his mouth until the cry of "Greg!" was shouted into his mouth.

God she felt so good around his fingers, he could only imagine what she's feel like around him. Around Max, he thought with a wide grin against her lips as he continued his soft kisses until she relaxed entirely into the bed. "We should have done this earlier." he murmured.

"Yeah we're so..." Her breath hitched as his fingers slipped from her warmth. "...late."

"Hmm." he hummed softly, lifting his fingers to savour the taste of her. "No I meant we should have done this earlier, I should have taken my head out my ass and realised that you... well you're perfect really. Hmm." he said sucking his fingers once more, his eyes closing. "Very perfect."

"I'm not perfect." she whispered.

"You're damn close." he murmured seriously.

She sighed softly and smoothed her hands gently over his stubbled cheeks. "You're perfect."

"No I'm..."

"I think you are. I wouldn't change a single thing about you."

He smirked. "You haven't lived with me yet."

"Okay, what I know about you I wouldn't change... and I don't think that'll change either." She said with a grin, her hands pulling his head down to hers before kissing him deeply. "We really should go to work."

"Fine." House sighed. "It's not as if I'm actually going to do any work."

"Well I am. You can stay here and play with Max if you want." She said slipping from under him and standing to stretch like a lithe cat.

House watched her voyeuristically as she posed before him.

"Not much fun on my own. And I wouldn't want to spoil your romance." He teased.

She giggled. "I'd rather romance you."

"Glad to hear it."

"Then him." she added with a coy smile.

"Bigamist."

"One man, two personalities... and I can satisfy you both."

"I have no doubt." House said with a grin.