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Chapter 4
She quickly grabs the collar of his coat, kissing him, slipping his coat on the floor, clutching the fabric of his t-shirt, pushing him to her; she realizes that he's smiling when they change positions and she pushes him against the nearby wall, slowing their kisses and easing the grip on his shoulders. His hands stop on her hips.
They arrive in the bedroom, and she's amused by the many activities that he seems to want to do at the same time: kiss her, undress her, undress himself, study the room around him...She smiles before taking off his t-shirt and obscuring his view. He looks around when she frees him, before bending back towards her, giving small bites to her smiling lower lip, slowly making her take some steps back toward the bed.
She runs her hands along his back, savoring every muscle, before reaching the edge of his jeans and sliding her fingers to the button, but he doesn't flinch, in fact, he pushes against her fingers, biting her earlobe; she does it again, going back to his abs, chest, shoulders...She pushes him away and her laughter almost breaks the balance that has been created in the room, she sees him grimace as he tries to stay still.
He watches her sitting on the bed and he knows that she's expecting something great from him, a sort of challenge, and it's fine for him. He approaches the edge of the bed where she is with steps longer than usual, emphasizing his walk. She gets up in front of him, touching his lips with her nose, stroking his beard before kissing him slowly, savoring his lips. He brushes away her hair, caressing her neck, before sliding the top of her pajamas on the floor, continuing to touch her lips with his and feeling her hands unbuttoning his jeans.
He strokes her back stopping on her hips, studying with exaggerated slowness her skin, pressing slowly 'till her jeans. He pushes her closer to him, feeling the soft skin of her breasts, moving away from her lips to scratch her neck and sucking her earlobe...
"I wasn't doing it...".
Cameron doesn't understand what he's referring to, but she doesn't care, she just want his hands exactly where they are in that moment...House sits on the bed, kissing her flat belly just below the navel, lowering the pajama pants. She smiles at him leaning on his shoulders to straddle him, feeling his erection and his hands on her lower back to push her to him.
Time becomes unreal, neither fast nor slow, so the movements are minimized because they want to enjoy every moment of that undressing each other, as If it was a ritual, but they also want to lose themselves in the moment, for that it'd be better to go fast...He brings her with him when he lies down on the mattress while she takes his jeans off. Now they're skin to skin, their tongues intertwined and the hands that study each other.
A shiver down their spines when their hips meet, he throws his head back and feels the spasms of his muscles when her tongue runs from his Adam's apple to the point of intersection of the clavicles.
She pushes against him, provoking a low moan from both of them, and then he kisses her lips, removes her panties without loosening his hold on her, and then he moves her to the center of the bed, beneath himself.
He looks at her, motionless, only her chest moves quickly, her lips almost open, labored breathing. He touches her right leg starting from the ankle, almost as a reflex, she opens her legs when she feels his beard that pinches her left thigh. She raises her hips frantically to anticipate his moves. House smirks, grabbing her hips to move between her legs, pushing her down...She tries again to reach his pelvis, but she doesn't get the expected reaction because he moves away and what allows to her sex is only a sigh that provokes her a cold rush of shivers; a kiss on top of the brown hair and he grins as he gets up and reaches her lips, making her feel the absence of the boxer.
She grabs his lips quickly, holding his head steady and forcing his mouth to open under the push of her tongue.
He smiles when he's able to move away "I think that this is not enough for you...".
She closes her arms behind his neck but he frees himself by sliding her hands down his back, settling better between her legs. He sees her jump when his scar brushes her delicate and soft inner thigh. He smirks again, sure to have the situation in his hands...
Her hands slide to his navel, touching his erection. She's amused at his shock. House turns serious, sliding his hands on her buttocks, pushing her against him violently.
They both jump when they become one thing.
His breathing is labored, he sits on the bed, taking her with him, visibly shaking. House shivers...
She kisses his shoulder, going up to his neck, stopping on the little scar, starting slow circular movements with her tongue and with her hips. He keeps sighing, throwing back his head before stroking her hair and kissing her.
His hands still on her back, hers around his neck. He holds her face in his hands and begins to smile hysterically and nervously, before closing his eyes and breathing rapidly.
Cameron swallows, kissing his eyes. He opens them again.
He holds her close to him without increasing the pace, he kisses her face as she crosses her legs behind him. The moans fill the dark room along with the heat of their bodies. He can't leave her even when he can't stand it anymore, he's forced to increase the pace. She hugs him more when she sees him throwing his head back; he moves faster when he kisses her breasts. The rhythm is tight up to the last in a race where no one wants to finish second, to be in competition until the last second...
Cameron collapses on him who doesn't lie on the mattress, and still their lungs continue to burn. A slow caress from her backside up to her back, as If to count each vertebra, then her neck and the shoulders, the cheek and her lips.
She bites his thumb with a movement that goes beyond the erotic and sensual one, making him sigh, as If he had reached an epilogue. She kisses him, trying to remember every move that his tongue had made a few hours earlier in his office. At the end of that little deja vu, he lies down on the mattress, taking her with him...
He looks at the ceiling and can't remember the last time it had seemed so white, so clear. He looks at the ceiling while twisting a lock of her hair around his finger. She is on her left side...He's behind her. He can feel her calm and regular breath, his hand on her hip with a disarming nonchalance. She shivers as he thinks, and then he notices that his hand is making slow circles on her skin again, just a few hours before she had fallen asleep thanks to those movements. Her head resting under his chin, she jumps and his hand stops.
She raises on one elbow, turning toward him. He's awake and is watching her, or rather he's contemplating her, he doesn't miss a movement of the lock of hair that falls to cover her left breast. The room is lit only by the headlights of a car. Cameron tilts her head, looking at him questioningly, not worried but curious. House read pure curiosity in her eyes, and it intrigues him...
"So House, which half all this belongs to?" she asks.
They look at each other, his hand slides slowly up to her shoulder, and then it moves away from that body. House smirks before the car's headlights turn off, dropping the room in darkness, House's grin is the only thing that can be seen.
The end.