Irregular
A.N. I'm keenly aware that there's been a lot of intimate stuff recently. It'll calm down soon. I just wanted these initial physical moments to be charted. This one does fade to black, though.
House awoke Wednesday morning to the unpleasant surprise of an empty bed. Since they had started back up again a week and a half ago, he had not once woken to an empty bed. Either Cameron, during the course of heading into the hospital, stirred him from his slumber, or else they woke up and drove in together. But today it was just him.
Most irregular.
He reached out to test the warmth on her side. Hard to tell, but if pressed he would say a residual trace remained. A glance at his phone screen revealed the time to be half past seven. Though he wasn't due in today, Cameron was. Or at least, she would have been if not for her sprained ankle, which was taking longer than it should to heal simply because she refused to sit still.
Yawning widely, House stretched his arms out wide. The one good thing of an empty bed was room to manoeuvre. Cameron took up space. Really, though, he couldn't complain, because she tended to sense when was the time to cuddle and when the time roll on over to her side. Every now and then he got the impression, and had for many months, that she possessed some sort of weird intuition when it came to himself. And this was unusual, because intuition ought to be his domain.
No, but I do kind of miss her.
On the spur of the moment he grabbed her pillow. It still smelled like her, so she can't have long left the room.
Perplexing.
At that, he heard the front door open and close.
"Cameron?", he called out.
"Hey, sorry, one sec!", she shouted back.
"I thought we agreed you were gonna take it easy on that ankle!".
No answer.
House sighed. One thing he had realised over these months was how she possessed a kind of selective hearing. Again, that used to be his forte.
It took Cameron a full minute (he counted) to return to the bedroom, and when she did she was carrying takeout coffees, bagels on plates, and several envelopes.
"Sorry", she said, handing over one of each. "Hoped to have these ready to go before you woke up".
House took a cursory sip from the cup before setting it on the nightstand along with the bagel. "Why'd you leave?".
"To get you breakfast", she answered, sitting on the edge of their bed and sipping her own coffee. Something in his face made her ask: "why? D'you miss me?".
"No, obviously not. I knew you'd only be gone a few minutes, and it would make me pretty pathetic if I started missing you after a few minutes, wouldn't it?".
Cameron gave him a knowing smile. "Well, I missed you".
House tried a derisive scoff, but couldn't quite manage it. Instead he held his hand out. "Let's spoon for a second".
"The bagels'll get cold".
"Don't care. Spoon".
"Alright".
She allowed him to yank her onto the bed and pull her into his side. When he was in an affectionate mood, like now, it usually meant fun was just around the corner. And Cameron was a big fan of fun when it concerned House because it tended to be the kind that involved no clothes.
Now that summer was here, the sum of her ambition was to keep him shirtless for as often and as long as possible. From this perspective, she was thankful that their breakup had occurred over the winter months. Sure, Christmas and New Year's without him had been horrifically depressing, but better that than having to watch the guy lope around in mid-summer without the option of running her hands all over his tanned chest; without the option of fantasising about those blue eyes undressing her before his fingers even moved.
OK, that last one had nothing to do with summer.
House wrapped his arm round her front and spoke into her ear, brushing her hair to the side with his nose: "hi".
"Hi, you". She wiggled her butt back into his pyjama shorts.
"You smell nice. D'you shower before heading out?".
"Yes".
"Weird it didn't wake me. How's your ankle?".
"Fine".
"Hmm". The tone implied he didn't quite believe this, but he let it go by asking a different question: "when're you leaving for work?".
House's hand started roaming her chest over her Chicago Bears t-shirt. Though not normally one for wearing sportswear, especially when she really preferred the Eagles, House had commented upon it recently. And that was good enough for her.
She moved her arm out of the way to create more space.
"I'm not going in. Took a day of leave".
"Oh. Why?".
His hand dipped under the hem and caressed her breasts directly, teasing her nipples the way she liked.
"Because today is a special occasion".
"Yeah?".
"It's your birthday".
"Oh, right", he murmured, biting her ear.
No doubt House actually had forgotten because he neglected to mark personal milestones. Or at least, personal milestones for himself. She had bought him stuff regardless, using the time after work this past week to head to the shops and the internet for everything else.
"I got you a card and presents".
"You shouldn't have done that. The only present I need is you, blondie".
House's hand slipped easily under the waistband of her slacks and gently teased her entrance. He growled upon discovering that she was already wet. Because of course she was.
"I wanted to", she whispered.
"Do you know what I want?".
"Tell me".
"Quite simple, really", he whispered in her ear while his fingers worked her clit lazily, expertly. "I'd like to fuck you roughly from behind and maybe run my tongue all over your stunning little ass. Only if you're cool with that?".
Cameron proceeded to melt into the bed.
In what universe would I not be cool with that?
"Shall I suck you first?", she croaked, reaching behind her and grasping his length over his shorts.
"No".
"Oh".
Disappointment.
"But it's your birthday", she blurted out.
"Why does that matter?", he asked, kissing the nape of her neck tenderly. "You do it loads for me anyway".
Cameron didn't actually know why she had mentioned the fact that it was his birthday. In her head it sounded like the kind of thing a couple might bring up to justify oral sex, even though they themselves indulged in it frequently. "I like doing it", she tried again.
"Well, I just have to lick you. Had a cool dream". His fingers kept massaging her clit, having long ago discovered the motion and pressure she needed.
"Yeah? If all you want to do is lick, why are you intent on making me…fuck…". Cameron bucked her hips into his fingers as her orgasm built so rapidly that it surprised even herself. But then again, since their relationship's rekindling, these feelings were never far from the surface. Last year she had noticed how sensitive to his touch she was, more so than with any other man. In her case, absence did not make the heart grow fonder; instead it merely maintained a level of attraction that, at times, felt almost overwhelming.
"I can't help myself", he murmured into her ear. "You get wet so fast".
"Because I'm madly in love with you". She reached up and forced his hand, which had temporarily slowed as he spoke, harder against her breasts.
"Hmm. Lose the t-shirt".
"'kay".
Cameron's Chicago Bears top was summarily flung across the room just as her climax exploded into existence under the consistent pressure of her lover's fingers and palm. She could remember telling House on their first night together how she had never come this way before; not from a man, anyway. But now it was a semi-regular occurrence: whenever he set his mind to it, he could make it happen. His ego left him no choice. As she lay on her side gasping into a pillow, she silently thanked that same ego.
There was no time for a breather. With a swift nick of her neck House pushed her onto her front and yanked down her jogging pants before straddling her carefully. Her ankle had made good progress but did not need him inadvertently bashing it in a passion.
Very slowly he ran his hand from the swell of her butt up to the back of her head, feeling the smooth skin. "I wish you could see how beautiful you look from behind", he murmured.
"You like me like this, don't you?", Cameron hissed. "Face down and beneath you?".
"Yes". His hand in her hair tightened. "On occasion".
"Then, on occasion, this is how it'll be", she grunted as he pushed her cheek into the pillow.
House slipped up her body, pressed against her back, until he whispered in her ear: "the main thing is you're comfortable with whatever we do, Cameron. You don't like anything, say so, and we stop. That's that. Non-negotiable. Agreed?".
"Yes", she rasped.
"Do you still trust me?".
"With my life, my love".
House sighed into her hair. "Are you trying to make me want you more? Because that's just mean".
Despite her position pinned against the sheets, the immunologist couldn't help but laugh. "All I'm doing is telling the truth. Do you trust me?".
"I kinda have to now".
Something in his tone made her angle her eyes upwards. "What does that mean?".
House cleared his throat but remained in close. "I, uh, sort of made you my medical proxy last week. And emergency contact. Meant to run it by you but I forgot".
"Oh. Right", she managed. Mixing in with her feelings of extreme arousal were, now, those of extreme emotion. Against everything, tears started to prick her eyelids. It was the strangest combination.
"Yeah, had to talk to HR about my return-to-work plan", he continued obliviously, "so figured I'd, er, kill two birds with one stone-, oh, come on, no way. How can you cry now? I'm trying to turn you on here".
"Well!", she half-groaned into the bed, "you can't just say that and expect me not to cry!".
"You're so fucking cute, I swear".
"Right back at you, Greg", Cameron laughed thickly. She could feel her tears wet the pillow beneath her cheek.
"Are we doing this or what?".
"Remind me what 'this' was, again? Sorry". It had been a whirlwind twenty seconds and most of the blood had drained from her brain to other body parts.
"I wanted to worship your butt. Only for a few minutes. Then we can have sex".
"Regular sex?".
"As opposed to…?", he asked, kissing her ear softly.
"Irregular…?". Even saying this word made her blush, but life was too short not to try a fresh experience every now and then. If she didn't open up to House, then to whom?
Where Cameron couldn't help but laugh just now, House couldn't help but growl in surprise, and he lifted his head to regard her curiously. "You haven't had irregular before, have you?".
"No. You?".
"I have, though not with someone I love".
"Well…", murmured Cameron, now angling her face towards his, "…I'd like to try it with you".
House's eyes glazed as he considered this. "Why don't we start off nice and slow?", he returned eventually. "Tongue and fingers—see if that…scratches an itch for you. If it does, we revisit".
"Fine". She sought his lips for a kiss before flicking her head. "Get to it, then, Dr. House. Show me what you can do".
With a final smirk, he shimmied back down her body.