Chapter 7: Decisions

The clock was ticking. It was decision time for Cameron. House... She looks at the older man, with his piercing blue eyes, chin resting on the head of his cane. Or Chase... She takes a look at him, and remembers why she fell in love with him. He was at ease today, his golden hair shining, ringed by the sun, like a halo. He catches her eye, and grins. A playful grin. A cheeky grin. A... seductive grin? She wasn't so sure. He leans in close to her, inhaling her sweet perfume, and whispers, "I know a game we can play. Want to get out of here, and back to our bedroom?"

"I'd love to babe," she hedges. "But I've got... work to do." She hears his groan, and a twinge of guilt comes with it.

"Allie! It's Saturday. Take some time off, for God's sake. You work too much!"

"I'm fine, it's just a paper I've got to finish." With that, she rises from her seat and walks briskly off.

Cameron was sitting cross legged on the covers of her bed, her chestnut hair scraped back into a messy ponytail, frantically typing on her white Macbook when House limped in.

"What do you want, House?" She asks wearily.

"Nothing," he says lightly. "Just wanted to see what you were doing..." He drums his fingers against the edge of the bed.

"Well, I'm doing work. Now you know. Please leave." She motions at the door. He shakes his head, refusing to leave, using his cane to gently shut the door.

"House," she sighs. "This can't work."

"I don't expect to."

Before she can protest, he presses his lips firmly against hers. To his surprise, she doesn't pull away. Instead, she murmurs, "Fine. But just for tonight."

He smiles against her lips, sensing her weakness. He wasn't going to waste another minute. Gently, he unbuttoned her shirt, and slid it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra. He caught his breath.

"House," she moans.

"I haven't even got to the good stuff yet," he whispers. "And already you're moaning my name."

She responds by nibbling hard on his lower lip.

"Take off your shirt," she commands.

"You don't need to ask me twice," he says, yanking off his shirt. She runs a hand up his chest lightly, emitting a moan from him. He unhooks her bra, giving her hard nipples a squeeze, before taking one in his mouth, giving it a lick. She doesn't say anything, but he feels her fingernails claw at his back. She bites her lip in frustration, fingering his belt.

"You want me to take off my trousers, don't you?" He asks her. She nods. "You can't. I haven't finished with you yet." There was a devious glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down her back. He pulls off her skirt, throwing it into the furthest corner of the room. He does the same to her panties, before she's completely stark naked, standing in front of him.

"Beautiful," he murmurs. He's about to kiss her, before she whips around, her back to him.

"What are you doing?"

"If you want me, you're going to have to do a lot more to get me into bed."

He doesn't understand, but instead steps forward, until he's pressed up against her, and nuzzles her hair. His lips kiss her, starting at her jaw line and working his way down to her collarbone. Cameron moans. Damn it, she thinks. He found my weak spot.

He hears her moan, and grins to himself. He continues kissing her collarbone, giving the skin there a suck.

"Damn it, House!" She yells. His hands begin their work, as well. They press, rub and stroke every sensitive area of her body, till she's begging for him.

"Please, House, please!"

"Will you be a good girl and turn around?" He asks her, his breath tickling her neck.

"Yes! Yes, I will!"

He grabs her arm, and spins her around to face him, his blue eyes glittering.

"Good," he breathes. The tightness from his trousers was beginning to bug him, but he ignores it. Navigating his way down, his hands found her clit, and he slid a finger in, waiting to see her reaction.

"Oh, God, House! Yes, Yes!" She moans, arching her back forcing his finger in deeper. His fingers explore the inside of her, noting the wetness. He continually slid his finger in and out of her, listening to her moaning, which was turning him on. He could feel her heating up, and knew she was near. Just as Cameron was about to come, he retracted the finger, hearing her sigh of disappointment.

He cheekily whispers to her, "You can take off my trousers, now?"

She doesn't need him to ask again, and is on him like a piranha, flinging his trousers and his boxers to the side.

"Woah, woah, slow down Cameron! We've got all day."

"I just wanted you out of those boxers," she seductively says. He looks at her, sweaty and moaning, and knew he wanted to see her like that again. Using his whole body, he backed her up till she tripped onto the bed.

"Come on then, Dr. House. Show me what you got," she challenges, lying down on the bed, her hair spread out behind her.

"Oh, you don't know what you're in for."

His soft tongue slides all the way up her leg, stopping near her sensitive inner-thigh to give it a flick. Her heart was thudding, not knowing what he would do next.

"Turn around," he whispers. Cameron willingly obliges, flipping onto her stomach. She could feel his gentle touch on her back, running a hand down her back, over her arse, and down one slim leg. He continued like that, running hands all over her soft skin, finding the sensitive areas and hearing her moans of pleasure, or gasps of delight. He sees desire in her eyes, along with lust and passion.

"Oh dear God," he mutters to myself. "I think I'm going to faint."

He closes his eyes, and feels her hand work its way down. He's at her mercy.

"Please, Allison," he begs.

She ignores the fact that he's used her first name, and instead concentrates on making him moan for her. She began to massage his throbbing dick, feeling it swell at the touch of her.

"Stop," he moans.

"Sorry, what was that?" She asks innocently. "Continue? I will." Her hands begin to rub at the skin, loving her power over him. After minutes of begging, she stops. He took her hesitation as an invitation. He teased her opening with her dick, till she was squirming. Then, he thrust into her, enjoying the gasp that issued from her lips. She began a painfully slow rhythm, which he desperately tried to turn into a fast paced rhythm. After a few suggestions after him, she gave in and rode him to his fast rhythm.

He grits his teeth, determined to make Cameron orgasm before he did. It was his motto in sex, 'Ladies first.' With one last desperate attempt, he thrust violently upwards into her. The attempt worked. He felt her muscles contract hard, and then he felt her relax, panting for breath. He shortly followed, and the both of them, (after experiencing violent orgasms,) collapsed onto the bed, needing to catch their breath.

"Wow," he heard he say. "Wow. Wow, wow!" She repeats. "It's never like that with Chase!" She turns on her side, to face him.

"I'm no Chase," he grins.

"No," she says, stroking his chest. "No, you're not."

Decisions, decisions. So difficult to make, especially if it's about people you care about.