Title: Mr. Nice Guy.
Author: Stephanie
Rating: PG 13
Category: House M.D.
Pairing: House/Cameron
Summary: She thought he couldn't love her, so he lusted for her instead.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
A scream left Cameron's throat as House furiously pumped into her, sending her hips into the wall repeatedly. If she was actually thinking about it, her hips were bruised and in pain, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was the lovely feeling that was slipping in and out of her.
Her scream was soon muffled by House's mouth. He hungrily attached his lips to hers, swallowed her sounds completely. He sucked on her tongue harshly, sending even more shivers up Cameron's body. Her limp arms found enough strength to band her arms around his neck tightly, kissing him back with equal fervor. Both their naked bodies, now drenched in passionate sweat, rubbed against each other sensually, and Cameron could feel herself reaching her peak, but House wasn't going to let her go just yet.
Yanking himself away from her, House pulled Cameron towards him before turning her around and putting her on the bed…..on all fours.
Her screams of ecstasy was deafening.
It wasn't long before Cameron came screaming, House soon followed, emptying himself into her completely. He came hard, so hard that it took him quite a while to catch his breath. They lay in the bed together, both looking up at the ceiling, both still trying to regulate their breathing.
"That was amazing," Cameron sighed, her cheeks completely flushed.
House chuckled, his ego heavily inflated by her words. T'was true, he was sexually amazing, he just didn't hear it from anybody other then himself. "Thanks, Wilson tells me so every night," he stated for comedic effect. Cameron giggled, and that little noise erupting from her throat was cute and soothed House extremely.
Wait, what? No, this was just sex.
"Want some water?' Cameron asked, her voice a little hoarse. Not that it was a shock, she'd been screaming out in sexually ecstasy for the past 2 hours. House nodded and Cameron slipped out of bed and quickly slipped on his buttoned shirt and tip toed her way to the kitchen. House again chuckled at that. Even exhausted she still acted like a perky cheerleader. As soon as she was out of sight, House quickly reached for his coat and popped 2 Vicodins. He may have been a sexual God, but Lordy was his leg killing him.
Cameron returned, 2 bottles of water in hand. She sat on the edge of the bed and handed him the bottle. He graciously accepted and gulped it all down. Cameron knew better then to try and make small talk, so she just lay back down next to him on the bed. House's eye caught her fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt and it made him wonder.
"Nice shirt," he remarked. Cameron smiled. "Thanks, I think it will suit you well, it might be your size," she teased. House rolled his eyes before closing them. He had to admit, Cameron had quite some stamina, and he was in fact, tired, worn out. He could hear Cameron inhale deeply, het he didn't open his eyes to see Cameron sniffing his shirt as if it were cocaine.
"I love the smell of your cologne, so sexy," she peeped. House scoffed at the remark.
"You love that word, love," he remarked, quite a bit bitterly might one add.
Cameron was unaffected by the harshness in his voice. She had built an immunity to his words fairly quickly throughout her tenure with him. But she soon realized that House's harshness was a mask to protect him for the vulnerable thing called feelings and humanity.
"You hate anything and everything about that word, no matter in which form it is used," she smartly replied. She hadn't thought about how he would react to the comment, she just assumed he would make a smart ass reply that seeped with sarcasm. She expected him to ridicule her and call her an ignorant wannabe princess in a fairy tale that would never have that happy ending, but much to her shock, he merely scoffed.
There was a moment of silence and Cameron used this as her opportunity to ask a rather intrusive question. She turned to her side and watched him intently as she braced herself to ask him:
"Do you believe in love?"
She winced, expecting a barrage of insults to be thrown at her. But he didn't.
"Love is something that people tell themselves they're in, so they can get laid. And they end up hurting each other, because it was all based on lies to begin with," House replied after a short silence. The words stung him more then her, and it shocked him. But he wouldn't let those feelings take over, not after so long. Not after that bitch Stacy. Damn, why did she have to come back?
"What do you believe in?" she continued, her fingers absentmindedly tracing his biceps. He didn't realize that he was melting by her mere touch. It was soothing, and distracting him from the pain that was coming from within his leg. But his mind was preoccupied with the question the had asked.
"I don't believe in love. I believe in fucking. It's honest, it's efficient. You get in and out with the maximum of pleasure, and minimum of bullshit."
Before she could fully digest the words that came from his mouth, his lips were on hers again, his hand probing between her legs.