Bath time
When Cameron returned she had brought with her the wine bottle and a condom (one, she knew, always lived in House's wallet), both of which she placed to the side. "How's the knee? Getting better?".
"The healing process would quicken with you in here", he remarked from the tub.
"All in good time". Fishing out her phone, she navigated to YouTube and found the song she was after. The opening bars filled the bathroom.
"What're you doing, and what song is this?".
"To answer your questions in reverse order: the song is called 'There's no Fucking Rules, Dude'. And what I am doing…is stripping for you. Is that OK?".
House's eyes widened. "Yes". The events of the hallucination flashed before his eyes. But this was real.
"Good. Keep that water hot for me and just…watch". At this, Cameron did a slow twirl, both arms up in the air; then, she lowered her hands to the hem of her top, lifting it up slightly so that her flat stomach came into view. Very slowly, without breaking eye contact, she drew the shirt over her head, her brown hair now messy, flowing loosely around her shoulders, covering the straps of the black lace bra. Instead of placing the top with his folded clothes, she threw it onto his head. The speed with which he snatched it away caused a tremor of anticipation.
Next were the jeans. The button popped, but instead of wiggling out of them, she backed up against the closed bathroom door and shimmied up and down it a couple of times. "I don't have a dancing pole handy", she explained, "so this will have to do".
"I'll use my imagination. Continue".
She grinned and did now begin to roll the jeans down her legs, kicking them to the side as the beat of the music intensified and she pirouetted to its rhythm. House drew in a breath, his eyes raking over her form which had, now, become familiar: the flare of her hips, the swell of her butt, the freckle by her belly button. Even if he closed his eyes he would be able to picture these features.
"How's the knee?".
House didn't reply, eyes seemingly swallowing the dim light in the bathroom.
With the tilt of an eyebrow, Cameron slowly unhooked her bra but still held it loosely to her chest as she continued her dance, deliberately skirting close enough to his left hand resting on the bath's edge. His fingers flicked her hip for just a moment before she moved out of range. "How's it going…babe?", she tried again.
"Take it off", he growled, ignoring the term of affection used simply to provoke a reaction.
"Sorry, I didn't catch that over the music".
"Remove your bra", he repeated in a low voice, enunciating each word deliberately.
For the flash of a second it seemed as if she was going to disregard his instruction, but eventually she tossed this, too, in his direction. House caught it deftly, preventing it from touching water. The woman stopped her swaying to lean down and meet his lips with hers, and he ran a hand up her flank and back, causing tiny bumps to break out. "So smooth…", he whispered, almost to himself.
"I don't think you're meant to touch the performers. Management doesn't look kindly on that".
House wasn't biting. "Get in here".
"Nu-uh. I haven't finished". Once more she danced out of reach, running her hands through her hair. Then, very slowly, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband, pulling them down just a fraction before turning her back on him and winking over her shoulder.
"You've done this before", he murmured, eyes glued to her butt.
"I'm a highly skilled immunologist; I was the only woman to graduate in the top percentile of my intake; my scholarships total tens of thousands of dollars; and I have several years' experience working under the best diagnostician in the country…", she replied, swaying her hips seductively, "…do you really think I've done this more than once?".
"Point taken. Come here and take them off".
"You take them off for me", she breathed, spinning around suddenly and grasping his length under the water. "My hands are…occupied".
House needed no second invitation, tugging down the matching black lace unceremoniously. "Were you wearing these all day?".
"Yeah. Since I found out there were no balconies, I planned to do this for you. Obviously, it would've been hotter in the bedroom, but what can you do?".
"Not slip on discarded documents?".
"Mmm", Cameron muttered, "you clumsy man. What music do you want now that my stripping song has finished?".
"Comfortably Numb, the Pulse version. Stick it on loop".
She pulled back for a second to fulfil his request before kissing him hard. "Is there gonna be room for me in there?".
"Sure. Come". House held out his hand and she stepped in, sitting at the other end so that they could face each other. It took a few moments for them to figure out where to put legs and feet. "No, you need to-, to the side, not…there, ow!", he yelped, grabbing her foot quickly.
"Yikes, sorry, that was completely unintentional", laughed Cameron, reaching for the wine bottle and taking a glug straight out. "It's the best way to drink this—just get it done, y'know?".
"May be right. Pass". Now House took a long draught before handing it back. "Nope, not a fan".
"Of the wine or the bath?".
"The wine. The bath I like. This was a good idea, nice one".
"Mmm, yeah…", she spoke softly over the bottle rim as her foot trailed up his inner thigh, "…very good…indeed".
House inhaled sharply as she hit the jackpot, though he guided her massage lightly with his hand. "Easy, girl…".
"I've heard men say that getting hit in the crown jewels is incredibly painful". Cameron gave a cheeky wink as she continued her work beneath the water, her left foot joining in on the act now. "Is that true, Dr. House?".
The other looked at her levelly, noticing the increasing pressure and the flush in her cheeks which had grown even as she had washed him down. "How about we not find out?".
"Or what…babe?". Cameron replaced the bottle on the tiles before returning his gaze.
House grabbed her calves and pulled her towards him, water sloshing over the side as she slid into his lap. The scent of wine was on her breath and her pupils were wide. "Or I take matters into my own hands", he growled.
"Good. I love it when you do that". She could feel his length straining and reached down to brush herself with it while her other hand located the condom from the counter by the sink. House made a gesture but she shook her head. "I'll do it. It'll be easier for my fingers to keep the seal tight rather than your big digits. Have you had sex in water before?".
"No. You have to pay extra".
"And the other reason?", she asked patiently.
House's eyes flickered with a touching vulnerability. "My leg…it wasn't practical. You?".
Cameron shivered in anticipation of sharing something with House for the first time. "Once. In a college shower room". As soon as the sentence left her mouth she felt his shaft twitch. "You like that, Greg?", she wondered, rolling the latex on. "You like the thought of me being fucked in a college shower block by another man, before I even knew you existed?".
"No comment". This woman's words, as with her laugh, always affected him.
"I say 'man' but he was completely hopeless in bed. So I suggested shower sex to heat things up…for me".
House met her in a kiss as she caressed his length, ensuring that everything was safely in place. "Did it work?", he breathed.
"Sort of. I made him bend me over and take me from behind. I had to tell him what to do. If only it had been you instead…I'd have let you have your way with me. All. Day. Long". With that, she guided him towards her entrance, lifted up a little, and sank back down slowly. "Oh, fuck…this…feels, ah…", she muttered, already struggling to find the right words.
"Pretty great…?", finished House as they began to work into a steady rhythm. He splashed water up her body, ensuring that all of her skin was sleek and slippery, easily reflecting the light.
"Let me…do the work. You just sit back. I want to ride you. I've been thinking about this all day". Cameron placed both of her hands on his upper chest, using her own weight to propel their movement. House, meanwhile, was content to give her what she wanted, at least initially. The combination of the bubbly hot water and the satisfying collision of their bodies fired his blood even more than usual. With both hands firmly on her hips he leant forwards a touch to nibble her neck. "Yes…yes, hold me, House. Hold me tight. Your hands and lips…belong on me", she gasped, gradually increasing the power and frequency of their thrusts as water sloshed over the side.
Cameron forced the other to lean right back against the wall and he took the chance over the next few minutes to observe her body in its full glory. This was one of his favourite things to do, to notice each little mannerism: the way her eyes screwed shut, the way her mouth opened slightly, the way her breasts heaved as she took shallow breaths. Everything was familiar, and all the more enticing for it.
House avoided lengthy relationships mainly because they were too much like hard work; far easier to call on a few reliable hookers every now and then as a means of satisfying natural urges. But another reason was simply that he bored easily. For so long he had considered women disposable pleasures, and the prospect of a long-term arrangement with any female made him instantly apathetic. Frankly, even Wilson needed to be kept at arm's length occasionally. But the disconcerting thing at the moment was that he was not bored. How had that happened?
"Hey", he murmured eventually, "fancy mixing it up?".
Cameron, who was now breathing hard, fell forwards and kissed his cheek. "Hmm. If you can take it, buster".
"They don't call me Greg Ironsides for nothing". House pulled her tightly to his chest so he could nuzzle her hair, which remained glossy and largely dry.
"Who're 'they' in that scenario? Just wondering".
"University of Michigan cheerlea-, I mean, er, football team. Go Wolverines".
"Wait…". Cameron stilled her movements and regarded him keenly, noticing how his eyes darted a little. Suddenly she laughed out loud, forgetting for a moment that he was still buried deep. "I thought those were cheerleading bottoms I was wearing in your apartment. Assumed they belonged to an old girlfriend. But they were yours, weren't they, in your, ah, more slender days?".
"They were mine. But I didn't join the cheer squad for fun".
"Just for the pom poms, was it?", she giggled.
"A female may have been involved…".
"Of course. Y'know, normal guys would…ah, yes…", she exclaimed as House began to restart proceedings, "…would just ask a girl out. But you really need to…be weird about it, don't you?". She took one of his hands and placed it on a breast.
"I mean, if conducting research on the girl's interests, asking her friends about her in the guise of an NFL team scout, and finally joining her squad as a trainee is weird then, fine, I'm weird". House encouraged her to lift up and face forwards to crouch just over his lap and, before she could muster a reply, entered her roughly, his chin resting on her left shoulder. The bathwater was still warm, but their own body heat also added to it.
"I'm offended you didn't put that much effort…into me", she gasped.
"I'm putting effort into you right now", he retorted, wrapping an arm around her front so that he could keep her in place. The other hand he slipped down to her clit.
"Hmm, I guess that's t-, true". It was hard to think rationally with the exquisite feelings rushing through her core. But House was managing to piece together whole sentences, and it was a point of pride that she not reveal how much he was driving her crazy.
"Anyway, I disagree. I literally spent a month following you around the hospital, then I 'interviewed' everyone, then I had a week's cooling off period before coming to a decision".
"Ahhh, yes. I take it back. I'm not offended at all".
"Shame. A day I haven't offended you is a day wasted".
Cameron turned her lips to the side and met him in a hungry kiss. "Harder. Fuck me harder…or I won't let you sleep after, bad knee or no".
House bit her shoulder, marking the pale skin with his teeth. Then, having adjusted his position so that he was as secure as possible, fell into the deep and consistent rhythm he knew she liked. The beauty of bath sex, and this was something he was quickly beginning to appreciate, was how the hot water served as an enhancement to the usual pleasure, as both a point of resistance and as something akin to a buoyancy aid. Then there was the observation that Cameron looked even sexier when she was wet, when bubbles flecked her arms and chest. Her soft murmurs of delight mingled with splashes and, in the background, the soaring tones of Gilmour's guitar solo from Comfortably Numb resonated through the room. The whole experience, he had to admit, felt fantastically surreal.
"House…I love this…keep going". Cameron fell forwards so that both her arms were planted on the bottom of the bath, changing the angle and enabling him to run his hand up her back to the nape of her neck. The woman's skin was flawless. This thought caused a sudden tremor and he brought himself back from the edge.
"You OK?", he asked softly. Her current position, arms and legs everywhere, looked as hot as it did strenuous.
"More", she grunted, blowing hair out of her eyes.
"Wait. I wanna try something".
"No! I'm close".
"Wait".
She mewled in disappointment but nevertheless slowed her movements, contenting herself with a roll of the hips to keep him firmly inside. House, meanwhile, reached down for the wine bottle and poured some on her back. Cameron gasped at the cold sensation which was followed soon after by the feel of his tongue as he licked up the rivulets of alcohol. "Mmm, Cameron-flavoured wine is yummy. Here, try some…", he danced his thumb once more up her back before reaching round and seeking out her lips, which opened dutifully.
"Have you had your fun now? May we continue?", she managed, mouth partially full.
"I want to look you in the eye when you come". House balanced the wine bottle on the bath rim as she got to her feet and sat back down, now facing him, impaling herself on his cock with no warning.
"How many…repeats has that song gone through, do you think?", she panted, skin sticky with steam and sweat.
"Enough, I'd say", he replied, both hands now splayed on her hips as he helped her rock in his lap for a minute or so, the breathing of both now shallow and irregular. House took another glug of wine before holding the bottle out to his girlfriend who took greedy mouthfuls until it was empty, dripping some down her chin and into the water, now lukewarm and largely bubble-free. "You're an alcoholic, Camster. I love it".
"And you, sir, are using delaying tactics". Face flushed, hair plastered to her face.
"Oh, please. Alcohol makes me more excited not less".
"What about…", she leant forwards to whisper in his ear, "…I want you to come right this second".
"Why?", he smirked. "Feeling the pressure?".
"No", she lied. "I can go all night, but I don't wanna tire out your old bones before our papers tomorrow".
"Hmm. What about if I do this…". House, still gripping her by the waist with his left hand, trailed two fingers of his right from her lower lip, down the valley of her breasts, over her belly button, and under the water.
Cameron had been forced to grab the side of the bath to compensate for his withdrawal of support, but it also meant that she was unable to counter his fingers' movements which had slipped to her clit again, adding an extra layer of sensation to the quickening penetrations.
"Huh? I can't…feel anything special…I'm completely, ahh, fine", she lied again.
One thing Cameron had noticed about House, and it was something Cuddy had raised at the bar a while back, was how he seemed to perceive what made her tick in a sexual sense far more easily than other men she'd been with. Like he could read her body. Obviously, she had no way of knowing whether this derived from his superlative medical knowledge, or from his uncanny ability to discern people, their plans and prejudices. Or, and this possibility could not be discounted, whether he'd simply had a lot of practice with hookers. What was certain was that his fingers were tipping her over the edge far more quickly than she would care to admit.
"Cameron?", he whispered, noting her eyes were screwed shut.
"What?". The voice emerged in a tight groan.
"Look at me".
Unwillingly Cameron complied, looking into the blue eyes, familiar yet unfathomable, which seemed to pierce right through her. This was the final straw, and the wave at last crashed into being, reluctantly, annoyingly. Blissfully. "House, you…", she murmured, falling forwards into his arms, completely spent. But the man himself, now that victory had been achieved, followed close behind, relinquishing control and savouring each delightful shudder, the woman he loved hugged tightly to his chest.
"Well...", he managed after a few recovery breaths, "...I enjoyed that. Fancy a shower?".
