My House

A.N. 1 **PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING** We may have an issue. It occurred to me as I was writing that this chapter may be a little bit too explicit for this site, even though we're at the highest rating. I don't know. I'm gonna post this chapter as I wrote it, with clear warnings, and we'll see what happens. If you suddenly find that this story has disappeared, then there's a good chance I've been suspended and/or deleted. I'm working on uploading this story to another fanfic site (Archive of Our Own; just google 'AO3'), under the same title. So those of you who are keen can follow it there if I am removed without warning. So, either this kind of thing is fine and I'm concerned for nothing, or this may be where we part ways. I guess we'll find out in due course—see you (or not) on the other side! The note below is the one I originally wrote.

A.N. 2 This story is highly descriptive (long-winded, really) since that's the way I like to write. The sex scenes are equally descriptive (long-winded). This and the following chapters are pretty raunchy, containing graphic descriptions of sexual acts. Obviously, this isn't everyone's cup of tea, and for such readers I strongly suggest you give the next couple of chapters a miss.


House led Cameron down the hallway and into his bedroom. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she looked around, taking in the scene before her. What she saw resembled the lounge in many ways: the same dark wood comprised the floor, and there was a giant bookcase against one of the walls. As in the previous room, there was a large rug, but this one seemed oriental in appearance, as if it had come from some far-off bazaar. The space was sparsely furnished, but what there was looked solidly masculine.

Straightaway, Cameron could smell that this was House's personal area, his distinctive musk permeating the air. The bed was large, and despite the subdued lighting she could make out ornate carvings in the wood at its foot and head. As she had done previously, she thought him akin to a big cat or some other predator. And she was entering his lair, a willing prey. The thought made her shiver with anticipation. "Your room is exactly as I imagined", she said softly, more to herself than to him.

House watched as she made a slow circuit, tracing her hand over the furniture. "You've imagined being in my room?".

"Yes", she replied simply, "I have".

The other said nothing, allowing her to satisfy her curiosity.

Eventually Cameron made it back to stand before House, who had remained leaning against the wall by the door. She laced her arms over his shoulders. "This room is very 'you'. I like it. Where did you get the rug and bed?".

"Egypt and Japan". As House had watched Cameron take her tour, he had eyed her form in the navy blue dress. She had taken her heels off as soon as she'd entered his apartment, likely out of consideration for his floor. As a result, she was now barefoot, and he could see that she'd painted her toenails black to match her fingernails. The dress brushed the wood, but it hugged her figure, accentuating her butt especially. The slit in the fabric was tastefully cut, but even so he could glimpse the pale skin beneath. Next, his gaze had taken in the swell of her breasts and the way her necklace caught the light.

Finally, he had dwelt on her face, which was fixed in an expression of curiosity as she had explored: her glossy hair, normally either wavy or tightly coiled for practical reasons, was straight as it framed her eyes, which bore only a trace of subtle makeup, as did her lips. House hadn't been lying when he'd told Cameron that she was a beautiful woman, and such beauty had no need of cosmetics.

She tilted her head. "What are those blue eyes thinking?".

Rather than reply directly, House pulled her into a deep kiss, running his hands through the hair that enchanted him, before settling at her waist. Cameron responded immediately, forcing her tongue into his mouth. She placed her fingers at his open collar, before bringing the other hand to his cheek.

"They're wondering", he rumbled, "if what lies beneath that dress feels as good as it looks".

"Why don't you go ahead and find out?", she whispered.

"Turn around".

Cameron raised an eyebrow, but nevertheless did as she was told. House placed his hands on her waist and applied pressure, manoeuvring her until she faced the long mirror positioned on the wall. As she faced forwards, she could see House standing over her shoulder. "Stay still", he spoke into her ear. "Keep your hands at your side".

She swallowed at his commanding tone, and the feel of his breath and stubble caused adrenaline to shimmer through her system.

Just like he had done earlier in the evening, House began to kiss along her shoulders, moving slowly and deliberately as he brushed her hair out of the way. Again, as he reached the strap of her dress, he slipped a finger underneath and pulled it down. Cameron yearned to reach behind and press his mouth more firmly against her skin, but she resolved to savour this attention, even if it took all of her willpower simply to remain still. In the kitchen, House had replaced the strap, but now he left it down, before repeating the motion on the other shoulder.

Cameron sighed softly as she watched her lover in the mirror place kisses and bites from her shoulder to her ear and jaw.

"Here's what's going to happen, Dr. Cameron", House growled as he slowly freed her arms. The dress was now held to her body loosely by the discreet zip at the back. "You've been coming to my office when the others have been away, sitting in my lap, pretending innocence…".

She turned her head towards House, trying to catch his lips as he was talking, but he had already sensed her movement and darted back to her right shoulder. "But this is my house, and you're in my room. So tonight, we will be playing by my rules". He looked straight into the mirror, holding her gaze. "Is that clear?".

Cameron's heart was beating out of her chest and her breathing was already shallow. She had always been attracted to House's power, and here his strength was unbelievably sexy. "Yes", she replied thickly.

"I didn't catch that".

"Yes", she tried again.

"Good. Keep your eyes open, facing forwards". House moved a hand to the zipper and pulled it slowly. Pale, unblemished skin gradually revealed itself to his eyes. In the mirror, Cameron could see, and feel, the dress loosen, though it remained in place. Further down the zip went, and a black strapless bra emerged.

By the time House reached the small of her back, only the swell of Cameron's breasts kept the silk from tumbling to the floor. With a deliberate movement, he took hold of the dress straps and looked into the mirror, over the other's shoulder.

The woman swallowed again.

Without saying anything, he released his hold and gravity did the rest.

House's eyes were fixed on the reflection as they drank in the sight of Cameron's nearly naked body.

Her necklace reached almost to her breasts, which were still hidden underneath the lace. His eyes roved downwards, taking in her flat stomach and the tiny freckle below her belly button. Despite her slender build, her hips were deliciously feminine, and their curve was emphasised by a matching black thong. It took all of his mental strength not to drag his eyes from the mirror and glance down to her ass, which he knew would be all but bare.

Cameron, who had seen House's eyes travel the length of her body, blushed under the intensity of his gaze. She had only observed a similar expression on him once before, when he had dropped by the apartment the morning after their encounter in his office. He looked hungry, and Cameron averted her eyes, suddenly unable to meet his in the glass.

"Look at yourself, Cameron. Look at how gorgeous you are", House reached around, and gently tilted her chin up.

She smiled at him, but remained quiet, unwilling to shatter the spell, unwilling to say anything that might cause the delightful feelings building in her core to subside.

"So beautiful", House murmured, as if to himself. Without breaking eye contact in the mirror, he brought his hands to her breasts and caressed them gently with the tips of his fingers, still over the black fabric.

The other closed her eyes involuntarily and pushed her chest forwards, desiring more friction.

"I told you to stand still and keep your eyes open". He nicked her ear with his teeth. "Don't make me ask you again, OK?". This second warning was delivered against her neck, his stubble scratching lightly against her skin.

"'kay", she whispered. Even enunciating a reply was difficult, so heightened were her senses. Already she was beginning to realise that House was going to be exceptional; he was going to play her like a piano.

God, he's so sexy.

It was becoming abundantly clear why, despite all the idiosyncrasy and the rudeness, he never seemed to lack for female company. He had barely touched her, hadn't even fully undressed her, was actually still fully clothed himself, and already she was tingling.

As if reading her mind, House's right hand began to slip downwards, his long fingers splayed, covering much of her midriff. Years of guitar strumming and professional use had made them calloused, and they contrasted starkly with the skin upon which they travelled.

Cameron's eyes traced his progress in the mirror and her breathing quickened as he passed her navel, already anticipating his touch.

With no warning, House's other hand, which had remained on her breasts, pinched a nipple through the flimsy material. A flash of pain and adrenaline pierced the fog of lust and she groaned, fighting to remain still as he had asked. Behind her, House gave a rumble of approval. "Good girl. I think you've earned a reward". His fingers had reached the waistband of her panties.

Cameron opened her mouth to say something, but no words came. She could feel her heart beating in her ears.

You're almost there. A little bit lower. Please.

His fingers edged just under the elastic but remained frozen in place. In the mirror, Cameron could see the lace of her thong hiding the tips of his fingers. He needed to finish; he was so close. He had to give her release.

You promised a reward.

Cameron's eyes darted up to meet House's: they were burning, and she could detect a half smile on his lips. "Please", she whispered.

The man raised an eyebrow. "Please what?".

"Please, just do it". Her voice emerged as a hiss and goose bumps appeared on her skin. The memory of the last time she had been in this position with him in the office flashed through her mind. She had asked him to touch her and he had refused with a smirk. She couldn't, wouldn't, take another refusal. Not now.

I'll beg him if I have to, I don't care.

"I'm afraid you're going to have to be specific, Dr. Cameron. I'm not a mind reader". House was careful to ensure that the signs of his own arousal were kept under control. His eyes had never left those of the woman before him, though his left hand slid to the clasp of her bra.

"I want you to touch me now. Please-".

Before she had finished her sentence, House moved his hand down and, without preamble, slipped a finger inside, drawing a gasp of startled satisfaction. At the same time, his left hand nimbly released the catch and the lacy undergarment fell to the floor. Now that her breasts were free, he caressed them, pulling lightly on the hard pink nipple atop each, using the mirror and Cameron's own shuffles as a lead. Meanwhile, his finger worked up a steady pace.

"You're very wet, Cameron", he observed in a low voice. "How long have you been waiting for me to do this? All evening? Longer? Well, I'm not fucking you until I feel you come on my fingers".

"Oh, God". The woman's eyes were screwed shut and she leant back into the other, head thrown back so that her hair lay strewn over his shoulders and chest. She couldn't have stayed still even if she wanted to as House deftly inserted a second finger and doubled down into a consistently deep repetition, curving his fingers a little to create friction against her inner wall.

"Fuck…", Cameron uttered as she struggled to contain the double stimulation to her chest and groin.

House angled his right hand to ensure that, depending on the woman's small movements, either his thumb or the heel of his palm impacted against her tiny bud. This action caused another groan, and her right hand travelled down of its own accord, manipulating his fingers, forcing them to touch her as she wanted.

"House…", she whispered. "Yes. Yes, like that. Don't stop. Please…". She pressed against her clit with his thumb as his fingers continued their work.

Now that he had Cameron as a guide, House at last withdrew his gaze from the mirror, and concentrated on the rest of her body as best he could. This position was incredibly sensual: it gave him an excellent angle of penetration while also ensuring that he could fully support her weight against his chest. Nevertheless, it made other things difficult. He wanted above all to take her breasts in his mouth, but his current position made it impossible.

Fortunately, Cameron seemed to sense that his tongue was idle and turned her face to the side, meeting him in a hungry kiss. While her right hand rested atop House's, guiding his movement, she brought her left up to run through his hair, thrusting her chest as far into his roaming left hand as possible. "Unnhh. More. Yessss", Cameron gasped, meeting his fingers with thrusts of her own.

"Fuck, you're soaking wet", House muttered, pinching her nipples, which were now rock hard. Soon, he brought his left hand down and used it to pull her thong away from her body, granting them more space. Now finally free to move, House focused completely on giving her maximum stimulation from his fingers as they thrust in and out.

"Listen, Cameron", House growled into her mouth, as he began to pick up the pace, bottoming out with each entry. "Listen to us".

In the mirror, Cameron, completely naked except for the flimsy underwear, opened her mouth in a groan. "House…God. I just, I need…I'm nearly…". She gave up trying to talk properly and instead began bucking her hips and nicking his lip with her teeth. Neither noticed the black lace tear a little, and even if they had, they wouldn't have cared.

"Let yourself go. I've got you", House whispered as he kissed along her jaw and neck, ignoring the screaming muscles in his wrist and palm. He had no intention of swapping his hands over and potentially disrupting her looming climax. He let go of her thong and used his left hand instead to bear down hard on her clit.

"House…it's, I'm…". Cameron's ragged breathing prevented anything more, and she sank backwards as her legs began to give.

"I've got you". House grimaced and took an earlobe in his teeth. This extra stimulation pushed Cameron over the edge, and the noises of joy which had been leaving her mouth for the past twenty minutes momentarily stopped as a powerful orgasm pulsed through her body, from her core to her toes.

House glanced into the mirror and saw her eyes shut and mouth frozen in an expression of pure bliss as she rode the wave, sagging fully into his chest as her legs momentarily turned to jelly. He knew that the reflection of Cameron climaxing would remain imprinted on his brain for a long time. Rather than withdraw his fingers immediately, he continued to move in and out as she came down gradually.

At last, Cameron opened her eyes, took a few shuddering breaths, and found the other's lips. "House, that was…I've never come like that on a guy's fingers before".

House smiled, and finally removed his hand, which was slick with her arousal. "Then you've had some pretty useless boyfriends".

"It would appear so", she agreed. If someone were to tell her that she would have no other boyfriends than House for the rest of her days, she would have been utterly contented. As it was, she refrained from saying anything else, in case she ruined the moment. She turned around to face the other and cupped his face. "Are you OK?", she asked, noticing the sheen of sweat on his brow and his slightly laboured breathing.

House grinned and rested his own hands at her waist. "I'm fine; just need a second to catch my breath".

"I have a better idea. See, I can't help but notice that I am almost completely naked while you, sir, are still fully clothed. I don't mind doing this your way, but I think it's someone else's turn now". Cameron's eyes flashed as her fingers trailed lazily to his belt.

"Hmm". House thought about it for a second. "I had hoped to taste you, though", he said matter-of-factly.

At that, Cameron could feel her body gearing up for the second round. "The night's still young, Gregory. I don't want to break the House rules but let me do something for you now. Please…", she pouted, though she didn't attempt to loosen his belt. This was his turf and she wanted his go-ahead.

House growled at the casual use of his first name, and he fixed her with a gimlet-eyed stare. She refused to look away. "Alright", he said after a few moments, allowing her to take him by the hand.

The night was still young, after all.