Seduction

A.N. Uploading this slightly ahead of schedule as I'm away for the next few days.

The first half of this chapter is completely safe. The second half contains a graphic sexual act. I've inserted a line break at the appropriate point, so that people who don't fancy reading it can stop there (you won't miss any story developments). If you do decide to progress past the line, you do so knowing full well what to expect. As with other such chapters, I believe that sexual description, though only a minor part of the story, is nevertheless important as an indicator of affection. What follows is written in that spirit and is in no way meant to offend anyone.


"The bedroom's through there. I just need to take out my contact lenses". Cameron disappeared into the bathroom.

House, meanwhile, ambled down the corridor, noting the prints and pictures that decorated the walls. There was a large photograph of a cityscape which he immediately recognised as San Francisco; and another was the ubiquitous image of a bunch of skyscraper workmen sitting on an iron girder eating lunch far above the hustle and bustle.

Cameron's home felt warmer than his own, more cared for. The feeling intensified as he entered her bedroom, looking around with frank curiosity. Light blue wallpaper complemented the off-white carpet and curtains, and there was a heavy wooden wardrobe and dresser suite against one of the walls. Against another a large bookcase rested, reaching almost to the ceiling, similar to his own room. Unlike his, yet more photographs lined the shelves.

The bed was neatly made, and the covers sported little flowers of red, white, and green. A small bedside table, upon which rested a reading lamp and an alarm clock, finished the ensemble. House wandered over to the large window and glanced down into the street. The thick glass kept out the Friday noise as he turned back to survey the scene. Apart from the duvet, nothing about the room was overly feminine; and yet it obviously belonged to a woman. The whole arrangement suggested a simple elegance, much like its owner. He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, testing the feel.

"First impressions?", Cameron asked, walking through the door and turning on the bedside lamp.

"I don't like that picture of the workmen eating lunch out there. Too obvious. Other than that, it's OK".

"I'll take that as approval, coming from you". She went over to lean against the windowsill.

"It's a good space. I can definitely imagine having sex with you in here".

Cameron laughed and adjusted the glasses on her nose. "Hmm, well, there's no need to imagine anymore".

"True enough", he replied, walking over to lean next to her. "And here's another truth. I think you look really sexy in glasses".

"No way. I think they're pretty annoying". Cameron rested her head against his shoulder and they fell silent for a minute, the sound of their breathing the only sign of life. "So, my laugh and glasses turn you on", she said eventually. "That's…an unusual combination".

"And your brain. And your hair".

"Thanks, but you don't need to give me compliments, you know".

"Isn't that what boyfriends are meant to do?". House rubbed her back gently.

"Well, sure, but you don't need to. What I mean is, I'm not expecting you to be a normal boyfriend. I just want you to be you. Frankly, even the term 'boyfriend' sounds weird". Cameron reached across and, as she had done while they watched Airplane!, entwined their fingers.

"I agree with you there. I don't like 'boyfriend', either. I dunno, I quite like complimenting you, to be honest. Makes a nice change".

Eventually she got up and stood between the other's legs, pouting slightly, lacing her arms around his neck. "OK, as long as you're comfortable. It's just that the last time I asked you what you thought of me in Café Spoleto, it didn't go so well".

House placed his hands at her waist. "You know why I said what I said. I thought I knew who you were. I realise now that I was wrong".

"And you were scared of what could happen between us, so you shot me down", she added, looking into his eyes.

"Guilty", he replied, kissing her. "Anyway, the problem was never the physical stuff. I've told you that. The really cool thing is that I like you as a person now, too". And this was the most interesting development: Cameron was genuinely likeable. Already he had discovered a little bit more of what made her tick, and there was still a lot else to find out. The possibility excited him. More than this, though, House still believed she, like him, was damaged in some way. Whether or not he could help heal her was an open question, but he still wanted to try when the time came. If it came.

"I also like you as a person. And I think you're incredibly sexy". Cameron's voice had dropped to a husky murmur and her hands were now cupping his face. "But before we get down to business, Dr. House, you are going to tell me why you like cricket, because I've wanted to know for weeks".

"Alright, but you're going to think it's ridiculous".

"Try me".

"There was a girl in college…", he began, eyes unfocused as he recalled the memory.

"Michigan?". Cuddy had told her at the bar that they had met in the university bookshop.

"Nah, John Hopkins. I went to Michigan after I got suspended from JH. Anyway this girl was English and a real babe, and I overheard her telling her friends that her first love was a semi-professional cricketer in England. So I decided to acquaint myself with the game and, er, use it as a way in. Maybe get myself some rebound sex". House's grin was so wide that Cameron started smiling too. How typical that he would use his thirst for knowledge as a means of seducing women.

"Did it work?".

"Yep. It was a pretty wild long weekend. I didn't see anyone for several days. Major dehydration and some pretty severe chafing. Afterwards I just kinda stuck with it, and now it's one of my favourite sports". House finished his tale and tucked a strand of hair behind Cameron's ear. "But it was just sex. She was sinfully boring outside the bedroom, even with the accent".

The immunologist chuckled, happy that her own insight into House had been proved correct. This was exactly why she hadn't attempted to push him into initiating a carnal relationship earlier, because, for him, sex was purely physical. It needn't mean anything. What she wanted was a significant connection. Everything else was simply an added bonus. "How would you seduce me, then?", she asked playfully, scratching the nape of his neck.

"I wouldn't use such cheap tricks on you, Cameron. Would you really like to know?".

"Yes".

House exhaled slowly and his blue eyes flashed. "Firstly, I'd tell you the truth. That I think about you all the time, even during a case, even when I'm talking with Wilson; that I believe you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen; that I wish we'd got together sooner, and that I'm really thankful you didn't give up when I rejected you…that sort of thing".

His voice was light, almost flippant, but the gravity of his words caused Cameron's breath to catch in her throat and her heart to race. Nevertheless, she did nothing except run her hands down his chest, waiting for him to continue.

"Then after all that, I suppose I'd use a few physical gestures…", House had been leaning against the windowsill for the last fifteen minutes, but now he drew himself up to his full height and allowed his gaze to wander down the other's body, taking in the outline of her breasts under the cotton, the shape of her arms, the pale perfection of her throat, before finally meeting her green eyes. When he spoke, the voice that emerged was deeper: "I think I'd probably run a hand through your hair…", House did so, "…and the other I'd use to stroke your cheek, like this".

Cameron at once leant into his hand and murmured something incomprehensible. Already her skin felt hot to the touch. She had learnt last week that House was at his sexiest when he was deadly serious, when the layers of dissimulation and irony had been stripped away.

"I wouldn't kiss you immediately, though", House resumed, still maintaining eye contact. "I'd probably brush my lips to your nose, which you know I love, then trail round to your ear, then your forehead, only making the lightest contact…", again, he acted out his words, "…I'd let you feel my stubble against your cheek, and I'd breath in your scent…". He took a deep breath against her neck, before continuing: "…and I'd probably trail a fingertip down your throat, like this…". Cameron released a whimper and her hands gripped the other by the waist, "…then I'd whisper that I've been thinking all week about fucking you in your bed…and after that, I guess, I'd kiss you like you deserve to be kissed".

House, for once, did not carry out his words.

Instead, he drew back slightly, a smile dancing on his lips. "Something like that, just off the top of my head. I'd have to think-".

Before he could utter another word, Cameron crushed her lips to his, invading his mouth with her tongue, running her hands frantically through his hair and under the t-shirt, digging her nails into his skin.

House at once picked her up and carried her to the bed. "Would it…have worked?", he asked between each frenzied kiss.

"No. Now fuck me, please", she breathed.


"No", he echoed. "I'm eating you first".

"God…", Cameron muttered, kissing him even as he lowered her gently to the bed.

"Take off your t-shirt; leave the glasses on", growled House, who was kneeling between her legs.

The woman swallowed at his tone but nevertheless did as instructed, tossing it to the side. She automatically started to shimmy out of her pants, but House stopped her, even pulling them back up.

"Not yet. Just the top for now…and pass me two of those pillows".

Cameron looked at him inquiringly but said nothing, handing them over.

"Which one of these is yours and which one is mine?". Following her gestures, he placed hers to the side for later use; his own, he placed under her butt. "Lie back".

Cameron's heart thudded in her ears as she relaxed into the sheets, anticipation building.

Once he was satisfied, House held himself in position over the other, looking into her eyes. "Hi", he grinned.

"Hello", she replied, tugging his ear affectionately.

House kissed her hard, running a hand down her body, over her breasts. "Bye, then", he winked. With a final kiss of her nose, his lips trailed slowly downwards, following the path of his hand moments before. The smell and taste of her coconut shower gel filled his senses; he'd used it himself just two hours prior. Yummy. As he had done last week, House circled the well of her navel with his tongue for a few seconds.

Cameron's breathing quickened imperceptibly.

House continued southwards but found his progress blocked by the woman's thin slacks. Rather than remove them, he placed both hands on her hips and without any warning licked in one continuous movement through the cotton.

Cameron, who had been watching his progress, exhaled and brought a hand down to rest in his hair. Once more, he repeated the motion, using a little more pressure; once more, she sighed softly, feeling the anticipation.

"Are you ready?".

"Yes", she whispered, propping up on her elbows.

"Good".

Years had passed since he had tasted a woman—that was one thing he could never do with hookers, and Stacy hadn't liked it, either. House hooked his thumbs in the waistband and drew the pants down her legs once she had lifted up a little from the bed. He tossed the clothes to the side, leaving Cameron lying naked before his eyes, her pale skin reflecting the soft lamplight. He drank in the sight of her and his blue eyes barely flickered.

"When you look at me like that, it's like…".

"It's like what?".

"Nothing. It's stupid. Embarrassing". Suddenly aware of how exposed she was, her hands made to cover herself, and her face blushed.

But the other, who was still kneeling between her legs, reached out and took her hands in his. He kissed her fingers one by one. "What did we agree last week? What was my one condition?".

"That we be honest…that we not be embarrassed".

House looked directly into Cameron's eyes as he spoke. "It's just you and I, Cameron. There's no one else. I want to be here, with you, right now, doing this. Embarrassment has no place. OK?".

"OK", she smiled, brushing his cheek before allowing her hands to fall to the side.

"Excellent. You were saying?".

"Nothing. It doesn't matter". Even with his comforting words, the statement that had come to mind seemed so trite she hesitated to reveal it.

"It matters to me. And I've got all night, so…the choice is yours".

"Fine...when you look at me like that, I feel as if, in that moment, nothing else in the world interests you…apart from me. And it's…incredibly arousing". As the words left her mouth, she braced for a trademark sarcastic retort.

But instead House shimmied up the bed so that they were face to face. "That's a pretty accurate assessment. Now, just relax. Let me do this for you".

At Cameron's nod, the man moved back to the foot of the bed, placing a pillow under his forearms and getting as comfortable as possible. He began to kiss from her left knee, along the inside of her thigh, loving how smooth she felt against his lips, trailing upwards. While switching to the other leg, he let his warm breath brush against her groin, noting that she was already wet.

Cameron's breath caught in her throat, but she said nothing as House repeated his gentle kisses, drawing it out as long as possible.

Then he moistened his lips for a moment or two, adjusting position. With deliberate slowness, he licked her once, from bottom to top, feeling her shape beneath his tongue. As he brushed over her clit, he reduced the pressure so that it was feather-light, before pressing the tip of his tongue against the area just above and holding still.

Cameron shuddered. "You…you've done this before".

"Once or twice, yes", he replied, breaking contact to raise an eyebrow.

"Don't stop…", she spoke quickly, twisting her fingers in his hair.

Instead of replying, he licked her again, this time nudging his hand towards her abdomen, stretching her tight, encompassing as much as possible in one movement, before breaking contact completely. He could feel her applying pressure on his head, attempting to draw him back in, but he resisted, unwilling to be rushed. House repeated the movement a number of times, getting into a rhythm. After the end of each stroke he held his tongue flat against her, being careful not to press too hard, nor to favour one particular spot.

As the minutes passed, he could feel Cameron shift underneath but his hands on her legs maintained the position as he mixed in lighter tongue movements at regular intervals intentionally avoiding her clit, delighting in her taste and the sounds of her pleasure, but keeping a close eye on her arousal. When he thought her ready, he applied his tongue directly to her bud and held still for a few seconds, allowing the woman herself to push against him.

"Fuck…", she managed, "…you've no idea how…great this…".

House said nothing and returned to his licks. After each set, he finished with a tongue press, letting Cameron stimulate herself against his mouth momentarily before resuming control.

Minutes more passed before House began to introduce his fingers, squeezing and caressing different parts of her in combination with his simple tongue strokes. On one such movement, he slipped a finger inside her entrance, feeling her pelvic muscles throb in response and Cameron groan above him. He held still inside, licking all around, loving the increase in sexual tension. A straightforward fuck was all well and good, but there was nothing quite like seeing a woman approach climax up close. He used the thumb of his other hand to brush the area just below her entrance, which he knew was clustered with nerve endings.

Cameron began to writhe beneath his mouth, and he held her still. "God, House…keep going, please…". The hand that wasn't tangled in his hair she used to pinch her nipples.

Feeling her squirming increase beneath his mouth and hands, House decided to escalate things. "Can I make you come now?".

She glanced down with wide eyes and flared nostrils, detecting her own moisture on his face. "What have you been doing…for the past twenty minutes?".

"Having fun", he replied with a wink, their eyes meeting over the rise and fall of her chest.

"Fuck…".

Taking this as an affirmative, House deftly inserted a second finger and grazed against her inner ceiling while at the same time pressing flat down from above with his other hand, applying much needed pressure from two angles. Meanwhile, he began to lap at her clit with his tongue alternating horizontal and vertical strokes, falling into a consistent rhythm.

Cameron scrunched his hair with a hand, her sentences fragmenting from the multi-pronged stimulation which continued relentlessly as traffic noise filtered through the window.

The alarm clock blinked mutely on the bedside table as it crossed the hour.

"Fuck…I…this feels…", she moaned, pushing up from the bed against his mouth. "House…".

Several boyfriends had done this for her before, and it had felt nice, obviously. But this was something else entirely. As a highly skilled doctor, she knew the mechanics of the human orgasm; knew also that, for women at least, it was an especially individual phenomenon. No one female was the same. But it seemed as if he already perceived what she needed, as if he was designed just for her. She could hear his own sighs of arousal mixing with her own, and it made her heart race even faster.

House took his left hand, which had been pressing down, and tucked it under her butt, controlling her involuntary movements. Without breaking contact, he switched the angle of his mouth, using his gums to press against the area above her clit. After some seconds had passed, he began to increase the pressure. Meanwhile, he used a flat, still tongue to push directly against her bud for fifteen seconds at a time, before once again licking aggressively. His fingers continued to push upwards into her inner walls.

Cameron's breathing was ragged and when she tried to utter his name, her voice emerged shakily. "House…I'm close…".

He could feel his lover push down even harder on his head, her legs tightening around his arms, reducing the space. At this stage, all he could do was try and maintain as consistent a pressure as possible against her clitoral complex. He tried to remain still, ignoring the building fatigue, so that she could use his tongue and gums as a point of resistance and see herself over the edge. Soon she tightened against his fingers, which bore down heavily on her flesh and, when he glanced up, he noticed how her body had flushed and was glistening with sweat. Beautiful.

"House. Fuck…fuck…yesss…", Cameron managed, feeling her climax approaching, locking her legs around the man's shoulders holding him in place. Her body tensed, and her breathing became shallow and uncontrolled. A few seconds later, she felt the rapid and prolonged contractions crash through her body, from core to toes. The feeling was overwhelming and utterly blissful, continuing for what seemed an age but must have been about ten or fifteen seconds.

House diverted his gaze upwards, noticing how her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth was open in a frozen groan of delight, how her nipples stood proud on her chest. When it was over, she sank back into the bedsheets, utterly spent, breathing like she'd just finished her second race of the evening.

Only when the convulsions ebbed into nothingness did he finally disentangle himself, grinning widely. "So...how was that for you?".

She took gulps of air and wiped a hand against her forehead, feeling the sweat. "F-, four out of ten?".

House laughed and pulled himself up so that they were level, breathing heavily himself. The whole thing had been pretty strenuous. "That's fair. I was a bit rusty, truth be told".

Cameron looked at him, wiping his mouth with her thumb. "It was truly amazing, House, thank you. Where did you learn to do that?".

"It's simple biology, baby girl". The reply emerged in that characteristically exaggerated Southern drawl.

"Yeah, but…I mean, umm, I don't see why any woman would ever break up with you, if you can do that".

A shadow passed over House's expression and he took a few moments to reply. When he did, his voice was low. "The problems arise when we leave the bedroom. If relationships were just sex, I'd be the happiest man on earth by now. But they aren't—they involve things at which I do not excel".

"Well", she replied, thinking. "I can't speak for anyone else, but you're doing pretty well so far".

They'd been together only a few weeks, to be sure, but it had felt so normal. The sex took care of itself, of course: it was abundantly clear that her partner was an exceptional lover, certainly the best she'd had. But more than this, the time they had spent in each other's company outside the bedroom had been equally enjoyable. For Cameron's part, she knew House's personality, knew exactly what she was getting into. But the truly gratifying thing was that he seemed comfortable with her. It was still early days, but their start as a couple had been nothing less than fantastic. Cameron stealthily knocked on the wooden bedframe with her knuckle, unknown to the other. Superstitions aren't all bad.

"Thanks, Camster". House, who was still fully clothed, pulled her into his body and they cuddled for a few moments, happy to let the silence extend as each thought of the other. He drew little circles on the smooth skin of her back and nuzzled her hair with his nose.

Suddenly Cameron laughed and turned to face him once again. "Two years ago I thought that your tongue was only good for uttering sarcastic remarks. And now we've found another use for it. That's…pretty great. For me". Familiar warmth began to build again and she propped up on her elbows, poking him. "Hey".

House, who had closed his eyes for a moment, opened one of them. "Sup?".

"Wanna fuck?".

"Fine", he sighed dramatically. "But you're doing all the work. That constant writhing really took it out of me".

Cameron already had her hands at the hem of his shirt. "Deal".