Everybody's Free

A/N: Now rated M due to the rather explicit sex scene in this chapter.

(To Feel Good)

Cameron reluctantly pulled on her pants and shirt, it was god-damned hot and the last thing she wanted to do was wear anything more than the lingerie that already adorned her body but it was a conference and she should at least attempt to look professional. Well, a little professional she thought slipping her feet into her flip flops once she was dressed.

She checked she had everything in her purse and headed out into the corridor.

"Hey."

She jumped in surprise seeing Chase waiting for her.

"Jesus, you scared me." she said her voice shaky.

"Sorry. How are you doing this morning?"

"Okay, until the last five seconds." She said making her way along the hallway.

"Just okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

He shrugged. "Didn't see you for breakfast, I was worried about you."

"Well, I'm fine. Yesterday I arranged for breakfast to be sent to my room this morning so I could eat in peace." she answered. And surprisingly, despite the unexpected company, that's exactly what had happened.

Chase nodded and followed her into the elevator.

"You know," he said attempting to sound casual. "House missed breakfast too."

"Oh?" she said with the same vaguely casual tone.

"Yeah. You haven't seen him, have you?"

It was ambiguous enough that she could rephrase it in her mind so that is sounded something like, You haven't seen him in the last half hour, have you?

"No, no I haven't." she replied looking over at him, wondering slightly where this line of questioning was coming from.

"Okay."

"Not worried about him too, are you?" she asked with a teasing grin, hoping to alleviate the tension in the conversation.

He smiled. "Nah, he can take care of himself. Mostly"

"But you were worried about me." she said as they exited the elevator.

"I suppose that depends on what you were up to." he said following her, he took her arm gently so that she would look at him when he asked, "You're sure there's nothing I need to worry about?"

"No. And if there was, I'm a big girl and I can worry about my own problems." she said surely stepping away from him and into the conference suite. She greeted the receptionist with a smile took her name tag and headed into the lecture room Chase following close behind. It was a little surprising to see that House was already seated towards the back, a single empty chair at his left side.

Cameron chanced a glance in Chase's direction before heading to the seat next to their boss. She could feel Chase's stare on her back as she shimmied along the aisle, as House moved his cane from the empty seat and she dropped into it beside him.

"Did you bring it?" he said leaning over, practically whispering in her ear.

Cameron was sure Chase could see here blush from where he still stood just watching her.

"Yes." she said fishing out the novel from her bag.

House took it greedily and thumbed through to the page he last read.

"By the way," he added looking past her at the still staring Australian. "Chase thinks we slept together."

"Why would he think that?"

"He saw me coming out your room this morning."

"And I don't suppose you told him the truth? Or did any thing to alleviate his suspicions."

"I said I had a good morning. Not my fault if he jumps to conclusions."

Cameron rolled her eyes and groaned.

"Come on, I couldn't tell him what actually happened. It's just so... lame. Plus he's fun to mess with."

"I don't like being messed with." she said seriously.

"I'm not messing with you, I'm messing with him. You know exactly what is going on." he said, his eyes meeting hers.

The thing is she didn't. She didn't have a clue what was going on. She was trapped in a hurricane and the only thing steady and sure was him.

"No, you just want to pretend you're messing around with me."

He shrugged. "He's already got the idea in his head."

She shook her head. She should just talk to Chase and deny it outright, tell him what actually happened. But... what actually happened she didn't want to tell anyone. She wanted to keep it secret, keep it hers and hers alone. And it seemed like there was only one way to do that.

"I'm in."

"What? Really?" He asked more than a little surprised.

"Yeah, just nothing too crazy okay?"

"I never thought you'd be so cool." he said with a smirk "And I'm perfectly sane, thank you very much."

"Yeah, you're a paragon of sanity."

"Mighta known this would turn into a love story." he said as conference ended and delegates began to file out of the room.

"Spoilers." Cameron sighed.

"Aw come on. You didn't guess?"

"I figured they'd manage to find some space for romance in amongst all the wizardry, war and traveling. I mean look at the size of the thing!"

He nodded his head in a non-committal sort of way.

"Gonna stop?" She said holding her hand out for the book.

She watched as he marked his place.

"I didn't say it was bad."

They waited for the rest of the aisle to clear before standing to make their way to the lunch reception, a chance for everyone who attended the conference to talk to colleagues they haven't spoken to in years, issuing compliments to faces, criticism behind backs and comparing how far they'd come since the last time they'd seen each other.

A real dick waving contest.

Cameron just wanted to go back to her room, change into her bikini and retreat to the beach with the book. But House insisted they go. For a short while at least.

The small of Cameron's back burned with the heat from House's hand as he guided her into the room. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, feeling self-conscious, feeling as if everyone in the room had turned to watch them.

"Just enjoy yourself, Cameron." House murmured leaning close.

She nodded.

"Wanna grab a seat?" she said holding out her bag for him to take. "I'll grab lunch and drinks."

"Is it too early for scotch?"

"If its neat, then yes."

He huffed taking her bag.

"Bourbon and Coke then."

She nodded and drifted in the general direction of the rest of the congregation.

For the most part no one payed her the slightest bit of attention, but she was quite sure there were murmurs, the occasional stare. She reached the buffet table lining up three plates on her left forearm and hand and moving down the table filling a plate for her, a plate for House and the other with two pieces of chocolate cake. She slipped cutlery and napkins in her pants pocket and moved with relative ease to the bar. Two glasses were set in front of her moments later, she gripped the rims between thumb and forefinger, the digits slipping beneath the surface of the fluid inside. She sashayed her out of the crowd and located House sitting at a table close to the exit, Chase wasn't too far away glowering in his direction.

Cameron steeled herself and made a beeline for the seat next to House. She set down the drinks first before pressing her fingers into her mouth. Chase stared.

House smirked up at her.

"Pretty talented at juggling plates."

"I used to help out in my aunts restaurant when I was younger."

Cameron set down the plates, the cake between them, before removing the cutlery from her pocket and taking a seat.

"Better selection than yesterday." he said, motioning to his plate.

"I thought you'd approve." she answered simply.

After a bite of something a little spicier than expected he asked, "Which glass is mine?"

"They're the same." Cameron answered.

"Really?"

"Yeah, we can share some scotch later if you like?" she said smirking over at him.

"Cheers." He said clinking his glass against hers before taking a large swig.

"This looks cozy." Chase said wandering over with a glass in hand.

"Hey." greeted Cameron, sidestepping his comment. "Where's Foreman?"

"Probably hip deep in rep pus-" House started.

"Urgh, please don't finish that sentence." Cameron pleaded, lowering her full fork, unable to eat with the current picture in her mind.

House glanced over at her, looking just a little chastised. "Fine."

Chase took a seat across from them, a deep frown settled on his brow.

"So, what did you think of the lecture?" he asked casually, wanting to see more of their interactions.

"I wouldn't know." Said House clearing the last crumbs from his plate, before leering slightly at Cameron. "It's not like I was paying attention, was I?"

She smirked slightly, struggling to conceal her mirth. "That's true."

"What?!" Chase exclaimed.

Cameron looked at him like he'd grown two heads. "When have you ever known House to pay attention to any lecture?"

"I know but..."

"I think young Chase is curious about the manner in which I was distracted." he said pulling the chocolate cake in front of him taking a large forkful and devouring it with enthusiasm. "Ish'int tha' righ'?" he garbled.

Chase narrowed his eyes at House's terrible table manners before looking at Cameron. "You can't tell me you're sleeping with him."

Cameron raised her eyebrows and glanced at House, who was smirking like a lunatic, then back a Chase before shrugging. "Fine then, I won't."

"Wha-what?" he stammered.

"What?" she said reaching over and filling her fork full of chocolate cake, slipping it past her lips.

"Are you two...?" he said wildly gesticulating between them.

"Are we?" House said smiling over at Cameron.

She stared back at him and her heart broke just a little. With her whole being she wished it were true. Cameron struggled to smile.

"I'm not sure. He said I can't tell him."

"He said you couldn't tell him. He didn't say anything about me." House said with a grin. Then turned to Chase. "Do you really want to know?"

"I think I already do." he said standing up and leaving.

Cameron dejectedly took another piece of cake. Pretending to have slept with House just made it all the more painfully apparent that she hadn't.

"You okay?" House murmured softly.

"Not going to gloat about how well that went?"

"It went very well, but it can wait."

Cameron nodded. "I think I'll head back to my room."

House stood.

She looked up at him.

"Can't let you leave on your own, it would ruin the illusion." was his answer as he held out her purse to her.

She sighed deeply and shouldered her bag. This time she shivered as his hand settled on the small of her back as they left the room.

But it remained in place as they left the conference suite.

Warmth began to spread through her as soon as they were away from prying eyes. The touch was now voluntary and she took great comfort and strength from it.

They stepped in the elevator and his hand fell away as they turned towards the closing doors.

House thumped his cane gently into the floor as the elevator rose up.

The pace of his thumps barely changed as they strode into the hallway and along to her room.

House leaned against the wall as she inserted pressed the key to the door, the electric lock clacking loudly.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked.

She looked over at him and sighed softly. She doubted that he'd ever looked at her with such concern before, those blue eyes intense and clear. Her gaze flickered to his lips, a smooth oasis in a desert of prickly heat.

"I don't want to be messed around." she said softly, taking her lower lip between her teeth.

House sighed. "I told you..."

She leaned forward, rested her hand on his chest before pressing her lips to his.

Cameron couldn't breathe, she'd done it. Taken a leap of faith. His mouth was slightly open against hers, his lips tasting like sweet chocolate, his chest warm and still beneath her palm. Even if nothing more came of it, she at least knew what he tasted like; storing the information to fill her future fantasies with a little more realism.

She felt his hand on her shoulder pushing her gently.

Something in her rebelled at the thought of him ending this so soon. Her hand fisted around his shirt, holding him close as she moved her lips against his a little more insistently, sucking his lower lip between her lips and grazing that sensitive flesh with her teeth.

Cameron felt his chest heave then heard a small groan escape him. It was as much as she was prepared to put on the line without any response from him.

She drew back, it took a moment for his eyes to open but when they did she was rewarded with a look of pure want and desire. She smiled sadly, expecting that nothing would come of her bold move.

She pushed the door into her room. Once inside she let it go, allowing the weight of it close and lock the door behind her, but instead of the clack of the lock clicking into place came the sound of wood crunching. Turning, she saw House's cane barring the door from closing. Her heart began beating out of her chest, her whole body seeming to shiver with every thud against her ribcage.

As the door opened she licked her lips and swallowed.

The look on House's face was dark.

If she didn't know better she would have thought it was anger brooding in him, despite knowing it was something more along the lines of lust a trickle of fear coursed through her at the intensity she saw there. He moved quickly, more quickly than any man with a cane had a right to. Not that he had a cane in his hand any more, it had fallen abandoned to the floor the instant he came over the threshold.

She moaned as his mouth descended on hers, one hand at her cheek and an arm wrapped entirely around her waist.

She opened her mouth, her body, her heart to him in that instant; satisfied enough for now to just to have his tongue in her mouth hoping that he would fulfill her in other ways soon. Shaking hands reached up and stroked his cheeks. This was real. He was real, he was really here kissing her with passion and vigor, thrusting his tongue into her mouth devouring her entire. Cameron hummed loudly, touching her tongue gently to his, enjoying the feel of his body pressed against her.

She shivered and gasped as the arm around her hips moved, sliding down over her ass, gripping her hip and tilting her body against his growing erection.

He drew his upper body back a little, looking down at her with eyes almost entirely black.

She wanted to say something, tell him that she'd been waiting to do this for months, that she wanted him, needed him more than words could say but she didn't want to break the spell that had settled between them.

He tilted his head very slightly to the side as his right hand smoothed around her belly to the lowest button on her blouse, asking a silent question as to whether it was okay to continue.

Cameron smoothed her fingers gently over his scruff, it was softer than she expected probably because it was a little thicker than normal. It had adopted a slightly downy quality, and showed a little more gray than when it was cropped closer to his chin; she found it even more appealing than his usual five o'clock shadow.

Her stomach shivered as his fingertips grazed her skin, demanding an answer.

She licked her lips and nodded.

As his fingers began working on her blouse, he leaned down and put his mouth on her neck, tasting licking and nipping expertly.

Yet another sigh escaped her as her head rolled to the side allowing him better access. She moved her hands down over his chest then down beneath the hem of his shirt. His skin, warm against her fingertips, twitched at the slightest brush of skin on skin. She moved her hands around to just above his hips remembering that when she had rubbed sunscreen on his back that this area was quite sensitive.

He grunted against her neck, the sound sending a shiver down her spine.

His mouth moved down her throat, blouse now hanging open, he laid a trail of soft kisses along her shoulder as he slowly removed the material.

She hadn't expected this of him; this slow, sensual seduction. Then again, he was thorough, that much at least was clear given they way he worked cases. His fingers smoothed down her arms as her shirt fell away, goosebumps cascading over her freshly exposed skin.

She tugged at his shirt.

He sighed exasperated at the interruption, he reluctantly lifted it over his head at her insistence before continuing his careful exploration.

It felt like his hands were everywhere, it was all she could focus on. Her own hands weren't idol, however they lack his precision and delicacy; instead calculated feather-like touches she kneaded his flesh and clawed his skin demanding more and more from him.

He pressed his mouth to her lace covered nipple and her nails dug into his scalp.

She moaned. He grunted.

His hands gripped her ass greedily as desire began to overpower his control.

Cameron reached back and unclasped her bra.

House gripped the now loose material and pulled it down of her body before latching his mouth onto the breast he hadn't yet touched, his fingers pressing into her soft mound.

"Ahh." she breathed reaching for the fastenings of his pants.

She waited as long as she could but memories of his length pressed to her bottom that morning taunted her. She needed to see him. Needed to feel him.

"Guh." he grunted as Cameron's breasts were ripped from his grasp as she dropped to her knees in front of him. "Hey."

She glared up at him, eyes dark, daring him to stop her.

He smirked slightly and held up his hands in surrender, this was far from over and he would get his chance to explore her body further.

After she'd satisfied her curiosity.

Cameron took slow deep breaths as she carefully lowered his jeans and boxers to just midway down his thigh, leaving his scar covered as she eased his large member from under the elastic of his boxers. She cast her eyes over him. The male sex organ is hardly an attractive thing but his was wonderful sight to her. It was fantastically proportioned; a thrilling thickness and a length that would more than satisfy her needs. Some part of her mind must have cast a more critical, medical eye over him before she decide it was safe to proceed, gripping the base with her thumb and forefinger and wrapping her lips around his bulbous purple head.

"Ugh." he grunted, his body curling slightly, hips tilting up and forward uncontrollably pressing his length deeper into her mouth but she was ready for him, tonguing him carefully and drawing him in as much as she dared.

Pre-cum spread over her tongue and she delighted in the flavour, sucking slightly, working her fingers more hoping to draw more from him.

"Jesus." he groaned, his eyes closing as he head dropped forward on to his chest and his fingers threading into her hair.

She tilted her head, looking up at the pleasure written on his face. She hummed softly and swirled her tongue around his head once more.

House opened his eyes and stared down at a sight he'd never thought he'd see, Allison Cameron's luscious, kiss-swollen red lips wrapped around the end of his cock, teasing him, tasting him.

He let her continue her slow sweet torture, this time without closing his eyes, as the sight of it was almost as arousing as the touch itself. That is until he couldn't bare it any more, until he thought just one more swirl of her tongue, one more kiss of her lips would bring this whole episode to a swift and premature conclusion.

He gripped her hair with a gentle firmness and took a step back rather than pulling her off him.

She gave him the same indignant look that he must have given her earlier.

He nodded his head in the direction of the bed, the meaning clear.

Cameron stood and took a step back before shimmying out of her pants letting them drop to the floor.

She stood there, a goddess in white lace panties.

Her fingertips teased the elastic, as much as he wanted to stop her, wanted to tease and taste her through that last taunting scrap of fabric he'd rather have not had the hassle of removing it later. He wanted all of her at his fingertips. And he wanted it now.

As her panties succumbed to gravity and she moved to the bed, he shuck the rest of his own clothing then crawled up her body kissing her ankle, knee, inner thigh, abdomen, sucked each of her breasts; a new grunt, groan or moan issued with each touch, before pressing his lips firmly to hers.

She pulled him in, arms around his neck, legs around his waist and lips around his pressing tongue; and it would be oh so easy to give in. He could smell her readiness, feel her wetness against his thigh. But he had the rest of her body to explore; he slithered down a little he returned to he exploration of her breasts.

Cameron felt like she was in some kind of heaven. Standing up while he practiced his ministrations she had felt dizzy and not entirely aware, lying down, however, she was more able to appreciate his touch, her body's reactions to every kiss and caress.

Her own hands smoothed over her belly, longing to reach further southwards.

His fingers closed around her left wrist and raised it above her head.

"And the other one."

She brought her right hand up on to the pillow of her own volition, her fingers knotting together.

"Don't move. I'll tie you down if I have to." He threatened.

She leaned up and took his earlobe between her teeth before whispering. "Next time."

He growled, scraping his stubble across her neck.

She gasped, her body arching up to him.

Their lips came together for a brief moment before his mouth moved down in search of new territory to explore.

He delighted in the feeling of her soft smooth skin beneath his lips, his tongue sweeping over her subtle curves. Her thighs parted to accommodate his body. He breathed deep through his nose as he lowered his face in front of her neatly trimmed pubic hair, parting her folds with his fingers.

Just breathing back out, made her shiver deliciously.

He smirked before pressing his face between her thighs and taking his fill of her.

A tongue that was normally so sharp, so good at causing pain was now doing wondrous things, insighting such fantastic pleasure.

Twitching, shivering and shaking.

Moaning, hissing and sighing.

She was taken to the precipice on more than one occasion but never allowed to cross into that wonderful blissful oblivion.

Hours could have passed. Her lower lip was swollen and red from chewing and biting it so much.

"House."

He smirked and looked up at her.

She could barely lift her head to look down at him.

House's smile widened and he pressed his lips to her inner thighs before bringing his body up over hers his hips resting against hers. Her hands gripped his head and pulled his lips down on hers. He was reluctant to kiss her, the taste of her still so strong on his tongue but she thrust her tongue past his lips and hummed loudly at what she found there.

Thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, he gave her everything that she wanted. Well almost everything, her hips lifting up to his made it clear what else she needed from him.

House shifted a little, his body aligning with hers, the tip of his cock resting at her entrance.

A sigh slipped past her lips as their mouths parted slightly.

She stroked his cheek and stared up at him.

This was actually going to happen.

Her body was shaking all over.

With the slightest of shifts their bodies joined.

"Oh God." she breathed.

He slid inside her so very slowly until her body started to resist him then stilled.

Cameron's mind was racing; he was inside her. House was actually inside her. And given all the stimulation he'd provided elsewhere it took just a few seconds of this mantra running through her head for a climax to begin shuddering through her body.

House watched as her head tilted back and her body convulsed beneath him. He groaned softly as her body pulled at him, drawing his member deeper inside despite it's previous reluctance until he was embedded in her entire. He pressed his lips softly to hers as the strength and frequency of her spasms waned.

Initially, she barely seemed to register the additional touch but as she slowly recovered, she began to respond, kissing him with increasing intensity until her hips began to shift up to his encouraging him to continue.

She wanted him. She wanted all of him.

He drew back until only the tip rested in her warmth before pushing in again to the hilt.

Cameron gasped and scrapped her nails down his sides causing him to shudder over her as he began to press into her over and over.

His movements were slow, purposeful and strong interspersed with moments of frantic kissing and sweet caresses.

But as he moved his knees underneath him, shifting his position his kiss was tender and soft as if savoring it because it would be the last one.

She responded in kind, just in case it would be.

Her hands fell from around his neck and smoothed down his body as he raised his upper body away from hers.

Somewhere in her mind she must have been aware of how uncomfortable this position must have been for his leg, she knew he wouldn't be able to maintain it for long... that meant that it wouldn't be long before all of this was over. Cameron focused her gaze on his face and watched, fascinated, as his usual mask of control slipped. His fingers pressed fiercely into her hips as he thrust himself into her over and over. She shuddered feeling his length swell in her body, filling her more than she ever thought possible. Then moments later he filled her further still loosing himself in her entirely as he came deep in her body.

Ecstasy was written in every facet of his face. He'd never looked more beautiful.

It lasted only seconds though before he winced and frowned, his eyes still closed as he tried in vain to hold onto that piece of heaven.

She smoothed her hands down his abdomen, inviting him silently into her waiting arms. As he accepted, curling his body around hers, she sighed in blissful happiness and smoothed her hands over his back.

His chest heaved against her breasts, his breath hot and moist against her neck.

She moaned softly as she felt him move, his softening member slowly dislodging from her body but before he left her entirely she felt the softest flutter of his lips against her ear.

She smiled and closed her eyes feeling him drop heavily onto the mattress beside her. She relived every single second in her mind; every kiss, every touch, every thrust and it was glorious. Her hands rested on her belly and she squeezed her aching thighs together. She had just got to the moment when he pressed into her when she felt his hand on her belly, jerking her out of her trance with a slight yelp.

Her eyes fluttered open finding him leaning over her, she stared up at him incredulously.

"You didn't come. At the end, did you?"

She shook her head.

His hand began to move lower, she slid her fingers around his wrist.

"You don't..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." he said shaking off her hand and moving his body lower, parting her aching thighs to accommodate his body.

"House..."

He spread her folds gently, he smirked slightly as her body slowly expelled his offering before he thrust two fingers deep inside her body.

"House!" she cried, her hips thrusting up but her thighs clamping together in conflicting gestures.

"What?" he asked, his fingers working slowly forward until he found the rough pad that indicated her g-spot.

"It hurts." she whispered, but her body seemed to move towards his ministrations not away from them.

"Are you sure about that?" he said kissing her knee, his fingers still working that sweet spot. "Does it really hurt? Or is it that good kind of hurt? The one that makes pleasure feel so much better." he continued, wiggling his thumb until it found the nub of her clitoris.

She moaned loudly, and after a moments consideration she slowly and almost reluctantly parted her thighs giving into his delicious torture.

With a smirk on his lips, he flicked his thumb and curled his fingers.

"House." She gasped.

He grinned.

"Come on, Cameron. Is that really what you moan when you touch yourself?"

She shook her head.

"Say it." he whispered, his lips moving from her knee and down her thigh.

She shook her head again, her body shaking at the sensations he sent cascading through her body.

"Say it." he commanded.

Cameron gulped audibly.

She was discovering that sex with House was like playing with fire; it was mesmerizing, utterly dangerous and once she'd discovered it, she found that she couldn't imagine living the rest of her life without it.

She licked her lips and breathed the word he wanted to hear; "Greg."

Her reward was his head lowering to her sex and taking that wondrous little bundle of nerves into his talented mouth.

"Oh God, Greg." she moaned her fingers threading into his hair.

He hummed loudly, tongued her clitoris relentlessly, circled his fingers against her g-spot with increasing pressure.

It didn't take long for him to achieve his goal.

The cry she emitted as she came could probably have been heard back in Princeton, her body arched and twisted.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." she chanted.

But his grip on her thigh was tight, keeping her body against his continually lashing tongue and beckoning fingers.

"Urgh, Greg." she breathed as her body stopped moving but her inner muscles continued to twitch and spasm.

He stopped his ministrations, instead simply resting the flat of his tongue against her clitoris and holding his fingers still inside her to help eke out the last waves of her climax.

Aside from her pelvic floor clutching at his fingers the only other movement he felt or saw from her was the twitch of her fingers on his scalp.

What seemed like minutes after her orgasm began he heard her take a deep and gasping breath, as her body clutched at his fingers one last time.

Despite his care, she cried out as he removed his hand and tongue from her over-stimulated flesh.

He took one long look over her body admiring his handiwork for a moment before getting to his feet in search of his pills.

She was still out of it by the time he swallowed two pills, cleaned himself up and settled down on the bed at her side, leaving a good foot of empty mattress between their naked bodies.

Cameron was only vaguely aware of his return to the bed, she thought about seeking out his body and curling against him but she was entirely too warm and didn't think her body could cope with any more of his heat.

She opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling, not quite trusting of her muscles to move just yet. But she needed to ask him something, and perhaps not being able to see him while she asked it was a good thing.

"House..."

"Ah." he admonished softly.

"Greg."

"Better."

"Was this... is this just... just sex?" she asked timidly.

She could tell he'd turned her head to look at her. She didn't dare return his gaze afraid of what she might see.

"I don't know about you, or what kinda sex you might of had before, but sex like that..." she felt his hand reach out to hers, their fingers curling and entwining. "...Sex like that is never just sex."

Cameron turned her head in his direction and smiled over at him. Elation filing her when he smiled back.