You Almost Loved Me
Notes: Alternate ending. RATED M. Hot sweaty, angsty sex. By request, enjoy!
Chapter 5: Distract Me
A bluesy melody drifts out of House's apartment. He's sitting at the piano, eyes closed, swaying a bit to the song. There's a half-empty glass of scotch sitting on top of the piano. Music is good therapy, it keeps his mind busy. He pauses to take a swig of his drink before gliding his hands over the keys and resuming the song.
Cameron stands outside of the door, listening for a few minutes. The music is soothing but her heart is hammering in her chest. She knocks, no answer. She figures he can't hear her over the piano. It's pointless knocking again, so she tries the handle. The door opens and tentatively she steps inside, closing the door behind her.
For a moment he's too focused on the music to notice her. But she clears her throat and he looks up. It's clear she's been crying. He isn't sure what to say. She stands near the door awkwardly and he doesn't make a move to get up.
He polishes off the rest of his drink before attempting conversation. "Crying over centrifuges again?" The joke is a weak attempt at breaking the tension, but she still smiles.
"No." Cameron shakes her head.
Silence weighs between them as they steal furtive glances. Cameron's eyes shimmer with unshed tears.
He wants to demand why she's there- he's tired and doesn't feel like dealing with feelings, let alone someone else's. He polishes off the rest of his drink before attempting conversation.
"What're you doing here?"
Cameron let's out a shaky sigh. "Chase was going to propose."
House doesn't say anything as he watches her break down; Cameron covers her face with her hands and sobs quietly.
House grabs his cane and limps over to her; she doesn't look up until he's right in front of her.
Questions linger on the tip of her tongue, instantly quelled by the intense look in his bright blue eyes. House pushes her back against the door and kisses her gently, tangling a hand in her hair and dropping his cane to grip her hip. She makes a small noise of protest, placing her hands on his chest to shove him back.
Well, he figures that's it. House takes a step back and looks down at the floor. He's clearly fucked up again.
Cameron hooks a finger under his chin and forces him to meet her gaze. "I don't want pity or compassion. I want to feel something other then pain." She pulls him in to a bruising kiss and he groans as her mouth hungrily devours his- tongues dancing in a duel for dominance and a low rumble escapes him as her hands run up and down his chest over the fabric of his T-shirt.
She wants a distraction and he's more then happy to oblige. Her hands tug at his shirt and he quickly removes it, enjoying the feeling of her hands on his skin. He fumbles with the buttons of her stupid vest and then has to deal with a second set on her shirt underneath.
He growls under his breath. "Think you've got enough layers?" He brushes her hair behind her shoulder to latch his warm mouth onto the skin of her neck; he sucks and bites and it elicits a breathy moan from his former employee.
Chest finally exposed, he latches his mouth onto her breast through the creamy lace fabric covering them.
She chuckles, glancing down at him. "Would you like better access?"
He nods and she assists, removing her shirts and bra just in time for him to place his mouth back over her breast and suck at nip at her exposed nipple. He grins against her skin as she arches into him and gasps; she moans pleasurably as he bites down and then soothes her nipple with his tongue before moving on to her other breast.
She tangles her hand in his thinning hair, tugging a bit before sliding her other hand down his bare chest and unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans; she grinds against his freed, growing arousal, rewarded with a low moan.
He finally pulls back from giving her breasts attention and grins. "I've been waiting five years to do that."
"Worth the wait?" She asks coyly.
"Hell yes." He doesn't even bother making a quip as he makes fast work of undoing the clasp on her slacks and yanking them down; he cups a hand over the lace of her panties to feel her warm, wet heat already soaking through them. Cameron throws her head back and moans as House's deft fingers begin circling her sensitive clit over the fabric.
"Bed." He growls.
She nods- flush and breathless.
He yanks his jeans back up and bends down to pick up his cane, gesturing down the hall to his bedroom. Cameron shimmies the rest of the way out of her pants and walks in front of him down the hall, giving him a little show.
House can't contain himself from teasing her and wolf whistles. "That ass."
Cameron looks over her shoulder and winks. "Better without the pants?"
He rolls his eyes. "Are you an idiot?"
Once in his darkened, room Cameron slides out of her last scrap of clothing and yanks back House's comforter to lay on the sheets, like she belongs there. Her confidence is an incredible turn on and his eyes rake over her naked form appreciatively.
He reaches into his jean pocket and pops two Vicodin before pulling off the rest of his clothes and joining her in bed. He moves on top of her and the second their bare skin touches for the first time they both moan in pleasure.
"God, House." She groans, licking her palm before taking his hard cock into her hand and beginning to stroke him.
"Well, I can see how you could…" But the way she pumps his cock puts an end to his pun as she nearly brings him over the edge.
"Stop." He groans, gripping her wrist and removing her hand. "You're first."
She never expected him to be the giving kind in bed, but his finger begins circling her swollen clit, alternating the pressure in delicious ways that cause her hips to rise off the bed and her stomach muscles to tighten.
He's amazed that she's so wet and ready after such a little amount of foreplay. His lips find her ear and he nips and sucks at her lobe. "Will you relax?" House whispers into her ear. "You're never going to come if you're this tense."
He places one hand gently on her stomach to indicate that she should relax her muscles; she lets out a shaky sigh and House continues his ministrations. "Good girl." He praises and it sends her over the edge, gasping and shuddering under his touch.
House gives her a second to catch her breath; satisfied with watching her breasts rise and fall with every shallow intake of air.
She smiles up at him; it's appreciative, almost sweet, and he can't take much more of it if she really wants to keep feelings out of the mix.
Once she's collected herself, Cameron's hand slides down his leg, gently tracing his scar. She doesn't say anything but looks at him knowingly and they switch positions. Soon, she's grinding against him, come from her recent orgasm coating his hard cock. A few minutes of grinding against one another and he's not sure how much longer he can last.
"Condom." House gestures to the drawer of the side table and Cameron nods, grabbing one and tearing off the wrapper before sliding it down over his hardened member.
She positions herself over him before taking him in slowly; they both groan at the sensation of him filling her completely. She starts riding him slowly, watching as his eyes darken with pleasure. She bites down on his shoulder and begins riding him harder and faster, moaning at the increasingly pleasurable sensation.
His eyes slam shut and a moan rumbles through his chest, so he begins rubbing her already sensitive clit, wanting them to reach their peak and the same time. She rides him harder and he feels her clench and flutter around him; her orgasm sends him over the edge as she shouts his name.
They stay like that for a minute, panting, until he slides out of her and removes the condom, carelessly tossing it on the floor next to the bed.
Cameron isn't sure what comes next; she isn't sure what she wants to come next. The obvious thing is to leave. She starts to get off of him, careful of his right leg.
House opens his eyes slowly, looking up at his beautiful former fellow. "Where are you going?"
"W-well, I just figured I'd…" Cameron stutters, glancing off down the hall.
House's hands grip her slight waist softly, allowing her the choice to leave, not demanding or forcing her in place. "You can stay."
Cameron meets his gaze and sees certainty, not love, not pity, just honest certainty and reassurance.
"House, I'm not sure that's a good idea."
He nods; she leans forward and kisses his cheek before heading to the bathroom to clean up.
He listens to the water run; hears her footsteps pad down the hall across the wood floor; he assumes she's gathering her clothes.
She returns in the doorway, dressed but slightly disheveled- definite sex hair. He sits up on his elbows and looks over to her- A broken woman in his doorway; maybe he's done more wrong then good.
A bittersweet smile graces her lips. "Thank-you, House."
He grunts and nods, falling back on his pillows instead of watching her walk away. He hears the click of her shoes fade down the hall and then the distinct latch of his door being shut.
House sighs and looks up at the ceiling wondering if they would ever be in the right place at the right time- or would she always be his 'almost'? - circling around him but never truly being his. He pushes away the thought and tries to succumb to alcohol and Vicodin fueled slumber.
Notes: Welp, there ya go. Some hot sex and angst. Just a random sexual note- I'm gay and have been with a woman for five years. My experience with men? Very limited and usually very VERY poor. So, I'm sorry in there are any discrepancies in the hetero sex.
Random side note: I did my research. made sure she wasn't wearing earrings in this episode so he could actually bite her ear and tried to see whether she was wearing heels or flats- i gave up on that one. lol
Thanks for reading and reviewing and look out for my next fic coming within the next week. 'All In'.
Thanks again!
-MAD