College kids

A.N. Merry Christmas! There'll be another upload around the new year most likely.

This is a sex entry but it's not massively explicit (relative to the others of this type, that is). The theme is inspired by a couple of lines House speaks to Cameron in the show. In the first, he muses out loud that she probably dated a basketball player in college; in the second, he jokes to her about oral sex (season 5 'Big Baby').


Cameron pulled House into the bedroom and immediately backed him up against the door, meeting his lips frantically while running both hands under his Fleetwood Mac t-shirt. An accumulation of sexual energy throughout the day had made her this way: denied release this morning, her own fingers had granted only a temporary respite, merely emphasising how much she missed House's presence; then, a few hours spent exploring his apartment, the knowledge that simply being allowed to do so meant he cared for her even more deeply than he had admitted in the office a couple of weeks ago; finally, the uncovering of his porn collection, followed by a focused reading of the article, both of which reminded her precisely why she loved him—the first represented his straightforward masculinity; the second his sheer brilliance of mind. More than once, Cameron had reflected on this intoxicating combination; more than once, she had willingly succumbed. It no longer scared her to concede that she would likely always succumb.

These thoughts flitted around the periphery of her mind even as she forced her tongue into his mouth and raked her nails through the hairs of his chest, the shirt hindering access. "Take it off", she hissed.

"But I'll get cold", he returned with a soft smirk, breaking contact solely to mimic her words from earlier.

"I'll keep you warm, House. I want to see you. I want to bite you".

He growled in response, seemingly surprised at her forwardness. But Cameron had an overwhelming urge to mark his body somehow, to leave some tangible record of this time together. During their encounters, it had been House who frequently enjoyed the upper hand. As she had confessed to him yesterday, this fact never failed to excite her. For one thing, there was an undeniable symmetry in his possessing power at home as well as work.

But even that was not the full explanation. In the hospital, Cameron could never show weakness. Not only did lives depend on her retaining the strength to make quick judgements, but it would have been career suicide to exhibit softness to her male colleagues within, and without, Diagnostics. If she were to pinpoint just one way in which she had changed since her first day at PPTH, it would be that: third-year Cameron was tougher than ever. Being with House, however, allowed her to be vulnerable without fear of reprisal, for he had gone out of his way to assuage her embarrassment, and to show himself without a shield, unguarded. The simple truth was that it turned her on to be so vulnerable, since it so rarely happened.

This evening, however, Cameron wanted to change the dynamic, and she resumed the frenetic kiss, tasting white chocolate and hazelnut cookie. "I'm going to eat you, House. I'm going to eat your…ear…", she breathed, before carrying out the threat, which caused a sharp intake of breath from the nephrologist; "…your lip…", once again biting hard; "…your chin…", this bite elicited an animal growl; "…your neck", Cameron trailed her tongue along his jaw, feeling it tense as she reached his throat, which she nicked with her teeth; "…and your cock", she murmured, hands at his belt. "And then…", she stated, looking into his deep blue eyes, "…I'm going to ride you like there's no tomorrow".

The man cleared his throat. "What exactly was in those cookies?".

Cameron flashed him a sultry smile. "This is your fault, not the cookies' fault. Take your clothes off, Greg".

"What about yours?".

"Look closely. These are not mine".

House's eyes trailed over the hoodie markings, and the tracksuit bottoms. "You found my Michigan stuff".

"Yep. And they're staying on. You're going to fuck me while I'm wearing your college clothes. I'm gonna be on your co-ed curriculum…".

He tilted her chin up, suspicious. "You found my magazines".

She met his gaze unwaveringly, though her fingers unsnapped his belt. "I did. My research uncovered a common thread running through the various publications in that box under your desk. College fan, eh? I don't blame you. What happens when Co-ed Curriculum meets Totally Bodacious Blondes, I wonder?".

"A new galaxy is formed from the collision. Obviously".

"Carl Sagan would be proud. Clothes".

House raised an eyebrow at her tone but nevertheless removed his t-shirt as she helped him with the pants. When she rose back to her feet, he ran his hands under the hoodie, hiking it up. But before he could pull it over her head, Cameron bit his shoulder and stepped away, a devilish smirk playing around her lips. "Go and stand in front of the mirror", she commanded.

House did so, curious as to what she had planned, and content to cede the initiative. Reaching the floor to ceiling mirror, he observed the most recent bite mark on his shoulder. For the longest time, he had considered Cameron to be naïve and innocent. Their first night together had dispelled that notion. And yet, as he had admitted recently, his brain found something undeniably alluring in the apparent divorce between her understated nature on the one hand and her sexiness in the bedroom on the other. Part of him wondered whether that aspect had always been there, or whether their relationship had brought it to the surface. Maybe she is like with this with all her male partners? House was unsure. For once, he liked being unsure. Cameron kept him on his toes, and she sidled up to stand behind him, placing both hands on his back.

"What are you doing?", he asked.

"Just…touching…", she murmured before biting between his shoulder blades suddenly.

"Ouch".

"Oopsie", Cameron returned lightly, walking around to stand between man and mirror. This time, she pulled his head down and nicked his neck, feeling his stubble under her tongue. Once again, he shifted. "Did you know that some primate species show affection not by kissing but by biting?", she asked.

"I'm starting to rethink this. It's not like I need oral sex, y'know?", stated House, eyeing her warily.

She grinned before sinking to her haunches. "Oh, don't worry. I intend to treat that part of your anatomy just like Sarah Sorensen on page thirty-two of Totally Bodacious Blondes. Or was it Katie John on page twelve of Co-ed Curriculum?".

"I told you a while ago: less reading; more TV".

"Are we convinced that browsing your porn stash qualifies as reading?", she asked, tugging his boxers down and springing him free.

"I'll have you know that several of those magazines host hard-hitting journalism", he retorted, relaxing into her rhythmical strokes.

"Uhuh. You're aware all that stuff is online though, right? Get with the times, babe". At that, she felt him leap in her hand and she glanced up under hooded lashes. "Well, well. Truly, the body never lies".

"That wasn't because of you. I get turned on by mere mention of the internet".

Instead of replying, Cameron drew her tongue slowly along his shaft, maintaining eye contact so as to observe how his expression flickered. This movement she repeated several times, tilting her head to access every area, House's low growls the only evidence of her progress. Then, once he was slick all over, the brunette mixed in delicate kisses, allowing him to reach down and lose both his hands in her hair. Every now and then, he would apply a gentle pressure, desirous of a more substantial contact. But she resisted wordlessly, and eventually he admitted defeat, contenting himself with stroking her cheeks with his thumbs.

"Are you OK down there? Don't want a cushion?", he asked.

She smiled up at him. "You always ask if I'm OK".

"I do? I'm a jerk, so that doesn't sound like me at all". A conversation with Wilson came back to him. Soon after the immunologist had joined the team, the two friends had discussed her in the lobby. Dr. Cameron's getting to you, House. I guess you can't be around that much niceness and not get any on you from time to time. Wilson was being flippant, but the undeniable fact was that, two years and a bit later, his words had proved unerringly accurate. Was House becoming…nicer? Ugh, he thought, there must be another explanation. Lack of pain? Yeah, that's it. Phew. Crisis averted.

Cameron engulfed him in her mouth without warning, taking him as deep as possible and snapping House back to reality. He inhaled sharply, watching as she spent a few moments lavishing his cock with attention. Only after she could feel his hands knot in her hair did she draw back to utter a reply. "Yeah, well. It's sweet, but just assume that if I'm with you, I'm OK. In fact, just assume that I'm more than OK".

"Noted", he replied, glancing in the mirror at the words University of Michigan on the back of her hoodie. The fact that she was on her knees, in his room, wearing his clothes, doing this for him, caused a powerful feeling of possessiveness to rush through his body. By exploring his place, examining his things, Cameron had received an insight into a personal life which he had worked to keep hidden from all but Wilson and, to a slightly lesser extent, Cuddy. The realisation was both exciting and just a little frightening.

House knew himself to be endlessly curious, and he rarely stopped to consider how this impulse affected those around him. It didn't matter to him if patients or colleagues found his peculiarities annoying, because all that counted was the solving of the puzzle. And yet, he was self-aware enough to accept that this relationship had, at the very least, made him slightly less antagonistic; slightly more ready to open up parts of his life he generally kept closed.

Cameron mixed in slow tongue laps with vigorous pressure, taking care that no area was neglected for long, House's heavy sighs causing a tingling in her core. "How am I doing? Do I get an 'A' in biology...Professor?", she asked, popping him free for a moment and gazing up seductively.

"You're…doing very well, Allison", he replied, running her silky hair through his fingers.

"Huh. You do know my name. So many times I sat in the front row of class wondering if you knew who I was". Cameron licked him deliberately from root to tip.

"I knew. You sit between Boring and Bimbo".

Cameron suppressed a smile at the nicknames he had assigned, presumably, Foreman and Chase. "What did you call me, then?". When he didn't reply immediately, she stopped suddenly. "I asked you a question, Professor".

"Nothing".

"Fake news. Tell me or I'm not putting out".

House's eyes were dark. "Bombshell".

Her cheeks flushed but she stayed in character. "That's a coincidence, because I had a name for you too, sir, and it also began with the letter 'b'".

"Yeah?".

"Yep. Although it changed over time. At first it was 'Bastard', because, well, you know. But now it's 'bae'". As she spoke, Cameron caressed him with her hand, which was now slick with their combined fluids.

"Bae?".

"'Before anyone else'. All the college kids are saying it." Once again, Cameron took him deep, breathing steadily through her nose.

House exhaled, pulling back on her hair. "That's enough. You're going to finish me off before I've had a chance to get into the swing of things". Despite his powers of self-control, the woman's expertise was beginning to make its mark.

Cameron raised an eyebrow. "Er, kinda my plan there, genius".

"I'm not as young as you, remember. It takes us old folk a while to get back to attention".

"I said I'd suck you dry, soldier. We can make love afterwards—we've got all the time in the world".

"Hmm", murmured the other, letting go of her ponytail and allowing her to resume. "You're…very, ah, g-, good at this".

Once more she popped him free, massaging his length against her cheek and gazing upwards. "Yes", she replied simply, "I am".

"Did you date the captain of the basketball team or something?".

Cameron winked but voiced no response, licking him again while a thought danced into her mind unbidden. You'll be my last date if I have anything to say about it. "Well", she said after a few more moments, "I've already confessed to you how many times I've imagined myself on my knees, in this room, with you looking down on me with those flashing blue eyes".

House's jaw tensed. As ever, he was unwilling to let her have the last word, unwilling to acknowledge the effect of her words. "Let's move to the bed".

"No. Let yourself go. Right now. In my mouth. Then the evening can progress".

"You…", he muttered thickly.

Cameron refused to break eye contact as she doubled down, and House was suddenly reminded of the image he had of her from his hallucination all those months ago, when she had stopped him walking out of his hospital room, pinning his hand to the drip stand and his eyes to hers. That had not been real—the product of a damaged and confused mind. But this was. This woman had penetrated his life to an extent that few, if any, had before.

"Come for me, Greg". Cameron's tone was husky as she jerked him vigorously against her cheek.

The man's defences suddenly crumbled, and he scarcely had time to mutter a warning to his partner, who managed to divert her mouth quickly, feeling him pulse within as House knotted both hands in her hair. Only when the last blissful tremor had echoed into the distance did he look down and realise how forceful he had been, and he stroked her cheek tenderly. "Damn, sorry. Are you OK?".

Cameron smiled. "What did I just say about that, hey? You don't need to worry about me".

House helped her up and kissed her nose. "Fine, fine. You've, ah, adapted your technique. I didn't stand much of a chance there".

"Mmm…", she hummed as his hands travelled under the hoodie once more, "…the tongue tornado. Page three of Oral Oasis. Your collection is quite extensive. And informative".

"I've created a monster", House grunted, palming a breast as they kissed.

"Research was always my strength. Are you ready for the main event, Professor? I really need that 'A', else I can't make up my credit quota this semester".

"I know you're role-playing, but I bet that's totally something you actually said". He hooked a thumb in the waistband and pulled her to the bed.

Cameron scoffed, allowing herself to be dragged. "Wouldn't you like to know…".

"I would", he replied, untying the bow on her slacks and slipping them off. As expected, she hadn't bothered wearing any of his boxer shorts.

"Well, why don't you show this college chick what you can do, and we'll take it from there", she smirked, stepping out of her pants which pooled on the floor. When House tried to pull up the top, she slapped his hand as a warning: "nu-uh. This stays on".

He raised an eyebrow, secretly impressed that she still refused to give in to his demands. It was, unfortunately, a major turn-on. "Nothing is worth this much trouble, Cameron".

"Your words say one thing; your little face says another", she retorted, emulating his phrase from a little while ago in the office. "Lie back on the bed, House. Class is now in session".