Warm-blooded
A.N. Though this is definitely a sex chapter I've tried to go for a slightly different emphasis inspired by a moment in the show. House makes a joke in S5E13 'Big Baby' about it being somebody's job to stop him being premature. That 'somebody' is Cameron, as she has assumed Cuddy's job for that episode. Now, in this story, Hameron have been starved of each other for a long time, and they are only human…
Having cleaned their teeth and got ready for nighttime House and Cameron made for the bedroom. But the latter stopped on the threshold, turned, and called back over her shoulder: "just gonna grab my phone; left it on the coffee table".
House ambled to the bed, leant his cane against the nightstand, and manoeuvred himself under the sheets. He had regained much of his strength, and continued to make progress daily, but getting in and out of bed was always a challenge. Propping a pillow against the headboard, he grabbed his own cell and saw a message from Wilson, presumably left earlier while he was gaming with Cameron: I tried calling you before. How'd it go last night?
Huh?, he typed back. House acted oblivious, but the question implied that Cuddy had told him about Cameron's plan to make a move, presumably something both women had discussed at Garcia's and why she had practically dragged the oncologist from his apartment.
Wilson replied just as Cameron wandered back in. Both of them were naked from their shower and House's eyes inevitably followed her movements as she slid under the sheets he had thrown back on her side.
What do you mean 'huh'?.
"Who's that?", she asked, kissing his cheek.
Instead of answering, he tilted the screen so she could see.
She scanned the words. "Oh, right, he called this afternoon, didn't he? Just say we were busy hanging out and cuddling".
"I could…but that would entail telling him we're back together".
"So?", she shrugged. "Is that a problem?".
"Not a problem. Just real boring".
Cameron sighed. Truly, House's penchant for mischief-making knew no bounds. "What're you gonna do?".
"Dunno…any suggestions?".
"Bear in mind", she replied, sipping from her water glass, "that if you concoct anything too hardcore there's a chance he could drive over here and interrupt us in flagrante".
"Look at you with the Latin!". House beamed at her.
"Well, y'know, not just a pretty face, am I?", she noted with a grin of her own. He often mentioned how much he liked her laugh. The same could be said for her of his wide smile. House often liked to fool around, but his goofy grin didn't frequently make an appearance, so when it did, she felt immediately lighter.
"Right on, sister. So we need to calibrate a response to Wilson that's funny, not depressing, and believable".
"Or…", she held a finger aloft for emphasis, "…we have sex instead?". The question was hopeful rather than expectant. When House got an idea in his head, especially one that involved pranking his best friend, nothing could divert him. A more efficient use of her time would be to help him along as quickly as possible.
As anticipated, House ignored her suggestion. "D'you think old Wilson would fall for it if I said we agreed to just be friends after all?".
"Doubt. Cuddy and I spent all evening last night discussing my plan of attack, so she's obviously told him I wouldn't have accepted that".
"You wouldn't?". He glanced across. "What if I'd insisted?".
"I'd insist back". Cameron shuffled over to his side of the bed and planted feather-light kisses on his cheek and jaw. Her hand slipped under the covers and grasped his length, working him rhythmically.
"Yes, that would've been very persuasive", he admitted, noting with a little annoyance that he was hardening rapidly. "Alright, I'll just say: 'don't…worry…about…it'. There. Sent". He tossed the phone on the nightstand and kissed her deeply.
"Your condoms still in that drawer?", she murmured into his mouth.
"Why would we need condoms now?".
She pulled back a touch. "I love you, but when I said I wanted kids, I didn't mean, like, right this instant".
He raised an eyebrow. "We can't fuck until I've felt you all over, remember? You promised me in the shower".
"Yes, I did; you're right".
"With my tongue", he added.
"Oh". Her face blushed, though she couldn't deny the thrill of anticipation that coursed through her body. This was one of the things she had most missed.
"Thing is, I dunno about positioning. Pretty sure I can't-".
She pressed a finger to his lips. "-it's no problem, Greg. What's the easiest for you, do we think?".
"The one I'm in right now", he said, rapping the headboard with a knuckle. "It supports my full weight, legs, and back".
"Hmm. What if I…". Instead of finishing, she threw back the duvet and jumped to her feet on the mattress. Then she carefully stood astride his legs, shuffling towards his face which was more or less level with his anticipated area of focus, and planted her hands on the wall. "…did this?", she finished, looking down at him with a wide smile. "That works, right?".
"Only one way to find out". House ran both hands up her legs, from her calves to her thighs, always revelling in her smoothness which contrasted so much with the weathered quality of his own skin.
"Mmm, yes. Take your time. I'm not moving from here for as long as you want".
He said nothing, following the movement of his hands, drinking in everything he could reach. He planted little kisses on her hips and upper thighs, nudging to adjust her position every now and then. The familiar smell of her skin, one he recognised instantly, filled his perception. This was where he belonged.
Only once he'd had his fill did he begin to caress her entrance, feeling immediately how aroused she was. Before long, his fingers were glistening. "You're incredibly wet, Cameron…". The words emerged curiously, as if in surprise that anything he could do would have such an effect.
"Y-, yes", she whispered, struggling to enunciate, struggling to stay still, as he got to work, expertly discerning her most sensitive areas and touching them how she liked. Her hands planted on the wall fidgeted.
"Are you thinking about Tom Hiddlestone or something?".
"No…no, I am not th-, thinking about Tom Hiddlestone".
"Hmm". House sounded unconvinced but let it pass, slipping a finger inside up to the knuckle. The intrusion was so seamless that she gasped aloud. A second soon joined the first and began moving in and out, curving against her walls.
She glanced down. From this angle she couldn't of course see his eyes. But she could observe him exploring her.
"Pretty and pink". With a satisfied growl he lapped at her entrance.
Straightaway Cameron quivered above him. It had been so long since she had felt his tongue. She reached down with a hand and placed it in his hair, forcing his mouth into her.
He smiled inwardly as he traced all around a once-familiar area. Like himself, she apparently could not wait any more for this escalation of intimacy. Not so long ago he had thought them planets slowly orbiting each other, gradually drawing closer. But he realised now that the metaphor was unsuitable, if only because it stripped away much that he loved about her; the way she impacted his senses and was so obviously warm-blooded. Like him, she wore an armoured shell. But whereas his shell hid an interior he liked to keep fairly cool whenever possible, she felt different: more emotional, hotter. More human.
He began drawing the flat of his tongue slowly from top to bottom as his hands moved to her butt.
"Oh, House…", she whispered. "Yes, yes. Lick me. I love that I'm back in your bedroom".
After a minute he reintroduced his fingers. This dual-pronged assault soon made its mark and Cameron found herself groaning. Even through the mist of increasing pleasure, she couldn't help but reflect, not for the first time, how lucky she was to have House once again in her life, in so many different aspects. Right now, for instance, she was reaping the benefits of his encyclopaedic knowledge of physiology and his gifted tongue. Add to that the fact that she was unusually sensitive having not enjoyed sex for many months, and a wave built uncontrollably.
Upon lavishing much of her with attention, he shifted his focus to her clit, alternating tongue flicks and finger strokes. Once again she groaned: "House…God…I think I'm gonna-".
"-you're not coming already", he breathed against her lips. "I've barely start-".
"-no, I'm-, fuck…Greg!".
With this barest of exclamations, a powerful orgasm ripped through Cameron's body, causing her legs to buckle. Fortunately, House's hands had pre-emptively moved to her waist, and he lowered her downwards, taking most of her weight in his arms. It hadn't been long, but her skin was already clammy, and her eyes were glazed.
House kissed her forehead. "That was fast".
"Crept up on me", she replied, breathing hard.
"Maybe it was because you were standing. We should remember that for the future".
She shook her head. "I'd forgotten how good you are with your mouth, and I was wired to blow already from the shower".
"Well, let's do that again. I feel like I didn't do much of anything".
"I came in record time. What more do you want?", she laughed, wiping his mouth with her thumb.
"Stand back up. My nose ain't even wet".
"Nope. Enough foreplay". Cameron hopped to the side and clasped his length with both hands. "Toss me a thing".
House was reluctant. "You spent way more time on me than I did on you, though. It's not balanced".
Cameron stifled a smile. How typical of House to regard this through the prism of a math equation. "Look, I hesitate to polish your ego without good reason but here we are: you eat me out like it's an Olympic sport, I climaxed hard, and now I wanna make love. Pass me a thing".
He, eventually, did as instructed, watching as she massaged him vigorously; then she dipped down and sucked him for a second. Only when she could feel his cock straining did she rip open the condom packet and roll it on carefully.
It didn't take her long to resume her position in his lap. She kissed him on the lips. "Ready?".
"Yeah. But y'know how you came fast just then?".
"Uhuh". She reached down and brushed him against her entrance, loving the increase in tension.
"I've not had sex for months so, yeah…".
"House, you may find this hard to believe, OK, but I'm not expecting you to be a god in the sack every single time", she grinned.
"Oh, what?". He looked so disappointed in this concession that her heart melted a little.
"Well", she added quickly, wiping away her smile and adopting a serious tone, "only because if you're amazing every single time, then it just makes me feel bad for my previous boyfriends. As you know, I have a disgustingly caring nature, and I don't want those guys to be demoralised".
"You are very caring. I've warned you about that".
"You have. I've got no one to blame for this character flaw but myself. Hold me".
Maintaining eye contact with him, with her weight nicely shared, she sank down, loving the feeling of slowly filling up; a feeling she had never forgotten. Before long he was completely in and her eyes closed momentarily.
House inhaled. "Tight".
"Yes" she breathed. "Because of you, baby".
His lips twitched at the term of endearment but he said nothing. She had been trying for a long time to find something that functioned, after all.
"Sit back. I'll do the work. Just keep your hands there. Tell me if you feel pain in your leg or wherever and we'll…stop". This last word emerged almost as an afterthought.
"Stop?", he murmured, still trying to get over how amazingly aroused she was. "There isn't a herd of wild horses that would make my ass go anywhere but up".
Cameron laughed out loud, placing both hands on his chest.
Then, with bated breath, she completed an initial movement, rocking in his lap. She focused on perceiving as much of him as possible, telling herself to treat tonight as if it were their first time together. Which, in a way, it was.
"You OK?", she asked, catching his eye.
"Yes".
"Then I'm just gonna ride you like a maniac until my legs give way. You'll catch me, right?".
House merely nodded. His challenge was to hold on for longer than her legs could. As she got into her effort, however; as he felt her fit him like a glove, he realised it would be a difficult task. When the opportunity arose he ran his hands up her sides, just under her ribcage, while her own clawed his shoulders.
"House…", she whispered, propelling herself up and down. "I'm-".
"-no, don't".
"Don't what?".
"Talk. If you want this to last a respectable amount of time, you'll need to be quiet". House's voice was low, and his gaze remained glued to her midriff, the most neutral part of her body.
"Turns you on, huh?".
"No. Annoys me".
Cameron dropped down as far as possible, feeling him sink deep, before stopping her movements and cupping his cheeks. "Thing is, though, I distinctly recall you saying last year that it was 'dangerous'. We fooled around in the office, d'you remember?". Because she did. They had raced up several flights of stairs, crashing, panting, into Diagnostics. A minute later and they were making out furiously, in between times Cameron explaining to him her attraction.
"I remember. But by that I meant it was dangerously boring".
"Uhuh". She kissed him hard, nibbling his lip. "So you're saying I gotta keep quiet?".
House brushed hair from over her eye. "Depends. Do you like being annoying?".
"I dunno about annoying. But I do like letting you know…", she leant forward to whisper in his ear, "…how hot I am for you. Like, all the time".
She resumed screwing herself with his cock, lazily at first, watching his eyes.
"All the time?", he asked, caressing her breasts, gently flicking the proud pink nipples between his fingers.
"All the time".
"Maybe it's a good thing you'll be in the ER Monday, then—easier to keep things…under control". His hands returned to her hips.
Cameron made a show of pouting even as she gradually picked up speed. "I'll be in the ER, yes, treating John Doe or whoever. But really I'll be thinking of your hard dick sliding-".
"-Cameron". Her words caused his heartbeat to increase but he wasn't ready to release himself yet. It was too soon.
"-in and out", she finished, bringing his hand to her clit. The withdrawal of support caused her thighs to tense up, but it didn't matter; her entire body was already taut as the first beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
He couldn't help but allow her to guide his thumb to this most sensitive of areas. "I don't understand…".
Cameron watched his blue eyes glaze, as if in deep concentration. Or confusion. "How I'm so wet?", she prompted breathlessly as the sounds of their sex filled the room.
"Yes".
"You turn me on, House", she answered matter-of-factly. Her hands braced against his chest, using him as a counterpoint as she rode him hard. "You turn me on so much; always have".
"You're a lost cause".
"I am. I'm completely…utterly…hopelessly lost in you".
If she kept this up he wouldn't last much longer.
"Yours is the face I picture when I wake up and before I sleep, House. And that's how I want it forever. Every single day".
House could feel himself begin to lose control. He closed his eyes and focused on anything but the woman before him.
"No. Nu-uh. Look at me, Greg". She brought her forehead to his. "Look at me".
"Probably best that I don't", he muttered, eyes still shut.
"Why?". Her breathing was ragged now and her legs ached. But all that mattered was a savouring of the feeling. At last, finally, House was inside her again. The fact that he was obviously attempting to delay the inevitable made him seem even more adorable than usual.
"I'll explode".
"Great", she whispered. "Let yourself go. Give it to me…please…but look at me when you do".
Tentatively he opened his eyes to be met by Cameron's piercing green gaze, her mouth slightly open as she took shallow breaths, hair clinging to her skin, sheened with sweat.
"Fuck, Cameron-". He didn't stand a chance, toppling over the edge with no further warning and sinking back against the headboard.
Cameron soon followed, hugging him tightly, brushing her lips to his cheek and forehead, stroking his face, touching as much of him as she could all at once. "You look so hot when you come, House", she breathed.
"I'm sick", he frowned. "Something's not right here".
The immunologist chuckled softly, amused by his annoyance at an apparent lack of stamina. House's ego allowed him no rest. "I've read about this condition. My professional opinion as a doctor is that regular sex will cure you".
House kissed her on the lips. "It's the only treatment?".
"Unfortunately, yes. Once, maybe twice a day for, oh, I dunno, forty years? If you commit to that schedule, maybe you stand a chance".
"Ugh, fine".
"And good sleep", she added.
"I am pretty tired. Basically didn't sleep last night".
"Me neither".
"Be right back". He grabbed his cane, wrapped the condom in tissue paper, and ambled out to the kitchen and the trash.
Cameron, meanwhile, lay back, gazing at the ceiling. She just couldn't wipe the smile off her face. Months of sleeping on the couch were about to come to a welcome end. "I could've done that", she said on his return.
"Not your job".
"Can we snuggle?", she tried instead.
"Yeah. Fair warning, though, I've picked up a habit of kicking like a mule occasionally".
"Excellent". Cameron slid over to his side of the bed and nestled into his body. "You're my mule".
Last night their rest had been disturbed and restless. Tonight, however, both were asleep within minutes, arms and legs entwined.
