Scarlett O'Hara
A.N. As you can probably guess given the previous entry, this chapter is (mainly) a sex one. I haven't written any for a while and I really fancied doing so. Like the others of this type, it's pretty graphic and is definitely not breakfast reading. Feel free to skip if this isn't your thing—nothing of significance happens, beyond a bit of pillow talk.
House and Cameron kissed tenderly for a few moments before the latter pulled away. "I'm just going to freshen up a bit, wash my face, brush my teeth. Where can I find the toiletries?".
House told her.
"Great. Don't go anywhere".
"Fine. Best hurry up, though. My second girlfriend is expecting me later".
Cameron only snorted and left the room.
House went over to the window and pulled the curtains across before fishing out a spare condom from his wallet. Then he opened the bedside table drawer, retrieved his toothbrush and toothpaste, and made his way back out to the sink in the kitchen to complete his ablutions, not wanting to barge in on her as she was getting ready for nighttime. Stacy had always liked her space, and it was safer at this stage to assume that Cameron did, too.
Within a few minutes, House had returned to sit up on the bed, quickly checking his email. There was a message from Cuddy asking for an update regarding the London conference plans. It was fast approaching and they still needed to sort out their papers. He himself was considering covering euthanasia, a topic that had always interested him but which he had so far not committed to paper. Still, that could wait for tomorrow. He tossed his phone and, on the spur of the moment, got up to hide behind the door.
Cameron entered a matter of seconds later. "I was thinking-, where are you?".
He approached from behind, enveloping her in his arms. "What were you thinking?".
She jumped at the surprise. "Why do you insist on scaring me, hey?".
"It's fun?", he answered, nuzzling her neck.
"Mmm…I swear you'll give me a heart attack one of these days, Gregory House", she murmured, leaning back into his chest.
House span her around, speaking into her mouth. "We can't have that. I think it's best if you let me examine you".
Cameron broadened her accent and adopted an innocent, high pitched voice assumed by female leads in old movies. "Well, gee, if you think it's necessary, mister. I sure don't wanna get ill".
House raised an eyebrow but he had to clear his throat before replying. "Damn, that's pretty sexy", he managed, hands at the hem of her top.
She grinned and laced her arms around his neck, back to her normal tone. "You think so? I was going for Scarlett O'Hara in Gone With The Wind, even if she's actually a fairly strong character".
House's eyes widened at this and he licked his lips instinctively.
Now it was Cameron's turn to raise an eyebrow. "You look like a dog waiting for dinnertime".
"I, er…I, ahem…".
"What the hell is wrong with you?".
"Nothing", he replied, looking down quickly.
"Nu-uh. No", she whispered, tilting his chin upwards. "I want to know".
"Why?".
"Because you have a weird look on your face, that's why. Tell me or you're sleeping on the floor". Cameron smirked and placed a hand on her hip.
The other sighed but eventually met her inquisitive gaze. "Fine. If I reveal something now you have to promise to keep it secret. Wilson can never know, OK?". House's eyes shone with an emotion she couldn't identify, which made her all the more curious. Cameron nodded, but House shook his head. "No, I want you to swear you'll keep this to yourself".
Now she rolled her eyes. "I swear—whatever you say will go with me to the grave. Now spill".
"I, er…I, hmm. I…had a massive crush on Vivien Leigh, who played Scarlett O'Hara in that movie. I mean, like, a massive crush. I had posters, stickers, drawings, everything. I used to write stories about her, imagine up scenarios where we'd meet. I loved her".
Cameron laughed softly. The emotion she'd detected in his eyes was embarrassment and it was completely adorable. In all the years they'd known each other, she'd never seen him this red-faced. "Really? But the film is, like, a billion years old".
"Yeah, but it was one of the only videos on the military base where my dad was stationed in Japan. So I watched it over and over and ended up dreaming about Scarlett. Even now…it, it…yeah".
"It what, House?".
"You know 'what'".
"Humour me".
"It…it makes me, er, hot under the collar", he finished.
"Huh. You don't seem very hot under the collar to me…Rhett". She ran an exploratory finger under the neckline of his t-shirt.
"Don't", he warned in a low tone. "I'm serious".
Cameron pretended not to hear him. She leant forwards, brushing his ear lightly, and whispered in her affected manner: "Great balls o' fire. Don't worry about me, Rhett Butler. I can shoot straight, s'long as I don't have'ta shoot far". She felt House tense beneath her hands as she desperately tried to think of more lines from the film.
"Did you not hear what I said, Cameron? I'm not kidding".
Instead, she whispered in his other ear. "Oh, if I just wasn't a lady, what wouldn't I tell that varmint?".
The effect of her words was immediate. House turned his head to the side and forced her lips to his, hands like a vice around her waist. Cameron made a surprised sound and attempted to kiss back, but he'd already moved from her mouth to her cheeks and her jaw, planting bites as he progressed, leaving vivid red marks in his wake. Meanwhile, both his hands dived under her shirt and unhooked her bra in a flash.
"House…fuck…", she gasped, amazed at his vigour, trying at first to accommodate each of his movements but soon giving up and holding on for the ride. He was a man possessed as both hands gripped her butt, grinding her against himself.
He pulled back for a second, his eyes dark. "Clothes".
Cameron swallowed. "Are you sure? I can take you in my mouth first if you-".
House seemed not to hear and he took matters into his own hands, yanking up her top and tossing it to the side, bra and all. She scarcely had time to whip her hair from her eyes before House had met her in another hungry kiss. After just a few seconds, he travelled down her body, taking first one nipple then the other in his mouth, finesse forgotten. Cameron watched in astonishment as her lover consumed her flesh. As he focused on her chest, his hands were already at the button of her jeans. Without muttering a single word, he crouched, hooked his thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down roughly, the woman shimmying her hips to help him along. The navy blue panties were next; after that, her ankle socks. Within fifteen seconds, Cameron was completely naked.
House got to his feet, breathing steadily, his eyes roving up her body. Cameron looked flushed, and her mouth was open slightly, revealing her neat white teeth. At first she met his eyes, but the intensity of his expression caused her to look away momentarily. House used this opportunity to lean down and kiss her hard. One of his hands lost itself in her hair, which flowed past her shoulders, tangling around his fingers; the other ranged from her butt to her back, never still as they kissed. Cameron loved how uncontrolled he was. Like so much they had done away from the hospital, it seemed as if it was an insight into his personality just for her.
"You're…still dressed", she murmured into his mouth, stroking his cheek as he continued his almost frenzied attentions, enjoying each forceful caress.
"Lie on the bed", he said finally, tilting her chin to the side with his thumb and nicking her jaw with his teeth. She did as asked, backpedalling, not breaking eye contact, watching as House removed his clothes. Soon he followed her onto the mattress, holding himself over the other and initiating another breathless kiss, Cameron's soft sighs studding the silence. His hand trailed over her breasts and stomach, feeling her skin which was hot to the touch. Only when his fingers reached their destination did House release a growl, and he entered her with a single fingertip, testing her arousal. She flexed around him, attempting to draw him in deeper. But he quickly withdrew, causing Cameron to nibble his lip in disappointment.
"Why not? Please", she breathed, reaching between their bodies to grasp his length.
"No time". House sat back and ripped the condom from its packet.
The foreplay was over.
Cameron propped up on her elbows to watch with shallow breaths as he adjusted his position, gripping her legs. Her gaze ran down his chest, taking in the veins that traced his shoulders and forearms, noting the fine hairs on his pectoral and abdominal muscles. The guy was by no means bulky, but he possessed an athletic physique enhanced all the more by his height and seemingly permanent tan. Add to that the characteristically messy hair, two days' stubble, and piercing blue eyes, he exuded an effortless sexuality that never ceased to excite her. Skipping down his torso, her attention alighted on the patch of scarred white skin from the bullet's entry. She wasn't religious, but the sight reminded her that every day with House was a blessing and to be treasured.
"Do it, House", she whispered, resting her hands over his.
He needed no second invitation, and he sank deep, feeling her tighten around him.
Cameron gasped at the intrusion and dug her nails into the back of his hands, allowing him to build into a steady rhythm, focusing on feeling as much of him as she could. Though she was gradually growing accustomed to his size, that first entry always caused her breath to catch in her throat.
House closed his eyes for a moment. "You're so tight…", he muttered, opening them again to look down into hers, which were hooded and dark as she met his gaze. Next he ran his hands up and down her smooth thighs, relishing the firmness of her skin.
Cameron's tongue darted out to moisten her lips. "Mmm", she whispered, "you need to…loosen me up. Are you…are you up to the job?".
House smiled mirthlessly and plunged as deep and hard as he could, drawing a surprised moan from the woman beneath him. "I am, but you'll need to keep a lid on it. We don't wanna wake our host".
"So demanding. I can be quiet, but…in return I want a good fucking". Cameron's head fell back and her hair fanned around the pillow as House grazed her inner walls.
"Now who's demanding?", he grinned, shallowing out a little.
"You made me this way, House. Now get to it, soldier, or…I'll pull out my Scarlett impression again". With these words, she felt his hands tighten around her legs. Without saying anything further, but still maintaining eye contact, House increased the frequency and depth of each thrust, using his hold on Cameron's body as leverage. At first, he tried to keep her still, but as the minutes passed he released her legs and instead planted his hands on the bed either side, using the changed angle to brush against a different area. She hooked her ankles around his lower back and pulled him in even more. "It feels so good when you do that…".
Again, House said nothing, allowing the rhythm to build. After a few minutes, he tore his focus away from Cameron's green eyes to glance down her body, noting how her breasts quivered a little with each impact, their pink nipples standing up like pencil erasers. Taking his full weight on his left side, he brought his right hand up to caress first one peak then the other.
Cameron mewled softly, and once again guided the movement of his fingers with her own, using him to touch herself as she wanted: "like that, yes…yes. Don't be gentle…I can take it…".
House maintained this position for as long as possible, delighting in the feeling. She fitted him like a glove, and he looked down, watching intently as she swallowed him up. It was as if her body was designed just for him. This thought caused a surge of pleasure.
Cameron felt him leap inside her, noticed also the sheen of sweat building on his forehead, and the veins in his biceps working overtime. She glanced up, observing the tight set of his mouth, and suddenly felt an urge to have him under her. House sensed her desire and buried himself to the hilt for a final time, eliciting a whimper from the other. He sank forwards, initiating a hungry kiss, their tongues jostling for position.
"Ride me", he growled.
"I thought you'd never ask…", she replied into his ear, holding his rough cheek against her own.
House scooted upwards and propped a couple of pillows against the headboard, leaning back a little as he watched Cameron getting into position. He held her firmly by the hips and took much of the weight in his arms. Though his leg strength would never be as it was before the infarction, his long reach and big hands made this position all the easier; plus it afforded him the opportunity simply to watch Cameron, to observe her body up close.
She reached down and grasped his length, teasing herself with it for a few moments. Then, she licked her lips, drawing out the tension even more. Only when she could feel House's fingers fidget against her waist, attempting to pull her downwards, did she finally sink into his lap. "Fuck…me…", she groaned, placing both palms on his chest and looking into his eyes.
"Good thinking", he replied, adjusting his grip so that his thumbs nearly met around her navel.
Satisfied, he helped Cameron work into a consistently deep rhythm, each impact of their bodies firing his blood. He loved to watch how she took breaths through her mouth slightly opened; how every now and then her tongue flicked out from between regular white teeth. Most of all, he loved to watch her hair. House had confessed several times that it caused the breath to catch in his throat at the best of times. But the more they had slept together, the more he was coming to recognise that the state of her hair was a reliable measure of the progress of their sexual encounters. When they'd entered the bedroom it had tumbled around her shoulders, the lamplight making it shimmer. But now, as she rode him hard, he noticed how tendrils stuck to her flushed skin, how it seemed even to swallow the light it had previously reflected, such that it appeared darker. Wilder. House hands were splayed on her hips as she bounced freely in his lap.
As if discerning his thoughts, Cameron blew hair from her eyes and grinned down at her lover. "Your eyes…what are they thinking, huh?".
Suddenly House sat up, pulling her tighter against him and stilling their movement for a moment, though remaining buried deep. "I can't get over your hair", he muttered into her mouth.
"You've already told me that this evening, Dr. House", she replied, cupping his face.
"I know. It's completely fucked. I've never had this problem before, not even with Scarlett O'Hara". House gave her a lopsided smile, before planting a succession of kisses on her jaw and neck, tasting the sweat beneath his tongue. "I think you should shave your head; help me overcome my affliction. For science".
Cameron laughed softly, running her fingers over his ears as she tilted back to give him access. "You don't need to overcome it; you need to embrace it. And you need to keep telling me how hard it makes you".
"Can't you detect that already, though?", he murmured, licking down to the silver necklace.
She wiggled her butt, seating him more firmly inside herself. "I've a fair idea. But it never hurts to be sure".
"Hmm", House rumbled, applying gentle pressure, so that she was once again lying on her back. His hands clasped her upper thighs. "It's not just your hair, though. It's your whole body. I don't know if I can reduce it to one thing". As he spoke, he began to enter and withdraw in lazy motions.
"OK…", Cameron breathed. Remembering how she had aroused House during their first night together, she added: "Just reveal one thing you like about me, and that'll serve for the time being".
"Physical or non-physical?", he asked, increasing the pace of his thrusts gradually.
"Since you've already given me a physical one with my hair, I want, ahh, non-physical". She had to breath in sharply as he finally bottomed out inside her. The sensation was incredible.
"Alright. I used to think you were innocent and naïve. But over these last few months…". House's words trailed off for a moment or two as he held himself over the other, his fists scrunching the sheets either side with each forceful entry. His eyes dipped downwards so as better to see their sex.
Cameron ran her hands up both his arms, feeling the muscles flex, drawing her fingernails across his skin. "Over these last few months….?", she prompted over the racing of her heart.
"…you've been forthright, confident, seductive. All in all, you've…been pretty great", he finished, breathing heavily, relishing the slap of their skin and the soft moans of the woman beneath him. Sweat pricked his forehead as he could feel himself losing control.
"How great? Scarlett great?". Cameron reached up and tilted his chin so that she could meet his gaze. At the same time, she hooked her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him in even harder.
House's eyes flickered, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin, and his mouth set in a tight line. "Fuck…", he whispered. This woman is still pushing my buttons.
"Answer me", she breathed, still holding his chin.
"I've…had Scarlett in my brain for a long time". The words emerged in a grimace as he drove into her relentlessly from an even steeper angle. The end was nigh as muscle fatigue radiated through his body, and his heart began to race uncontrollably.
Cameron looked up from under hooded lashes, and the hand which had been on his arm travelled down to toy with her clit. Meanwhile, she began to flex herself against his length, wanting him to climax first. "Forget her. Have me…unnh…in your brain instead; let me…be your fantasy. I'll take care of you, House". With these words reverberating through his mind, House toppled over the edge, and he lost himself in exquisite release, sinking forwards as his arms finally buckled. She nicked his shoulder with her teeth as she followed close behind, hugging him tightly to herself as she rode the wave, mouth open in a wordless groan.
The two spent a few moments regathering their breath before she turned to the side and whispered in his ear: "Scarlett or Cameron?".
"I'd have to say…Cameron", he muttered into the pillow.
"Good boy", she replied, patting the back of his head softly.
"You win this round, but I'll be back". House kissed her cheek before rolling away to retrieve the glass of water on the bedside table.
Cameron chuckled. "I'm counting on it, my man. I'm counting on it".
