Fifty shades of blue

A.N. It seems this story is still alive! I'm still nervous, though, and I'll continue uploading to the AO3 fanfic site, just in case. The previous chapter focused on Cameron. This one focuses on House. What follows is, you guessed it, pretty graphic. If this isn't your thing, maybe don't read this one.

I'm not a fan of the Cuddy and House romance arc (surprise!), but there's a sweet moment between them in the first scene of the first episode of season 7. I've borrowed some of it for this chapter.

Cameron led House to the middle of the room and turned to face him, looking up into the inky blue of his eyes. Although she knew it to be impossible and more to do with the light in whatever room they occupied at the time, part of her imagined that the colour of his eyes changed depending on his mood. When he was playful or sarcastic, they seemed lighter, almost turquoise, like the shallow waters off a Caribbean island. When he was angry or seductive, they turned dark and brooding like a storm-lashed ocean. She delighted in these little nuances since they were just a fraction of what made House who he was; and if he'd let her, she'd happily spend a lifetime chronicling each subtle shade.

She pulled him into a kiss, running her hands through the stubble on his cheeks. His hands dropped to her ass, which was scarcely covered by the black thong.

After a moment, her fingers slipped to the buttons on his shirt. "This is a nice shirt, House. It looks good on you—but it would look better on the floor". She popped the first couple of buttons and kissed him again, while his right hand travelled up her back. She had been nearly naked for some time, and the tiny hairs on her skin stood on end as she anticipated the movements of his hand, which was still sticky from her own arousal.

The man himself said nothing, allowing her the initiative while his breathing returned to normal.

Cameron's fingers moved down, popping buttons as they went. When she reached the last couple, she untucked the shirt, feeling the soft down at his navel, and slowly pushed it from his shoulders. Her gaze flickered as she drank in the sight of the man's upper body: skin bronzed and unblemished, except for an angry white scar on his stomach where the bullet had entered. Light hairs stood up around his abdominal and pectoral muscles, and she could see veins crisscrossing down his biceps and forearms. Looking was no longer enough, and Cameron placed both of her hands on his chest and felt the sinews flex. He was so…masculine. She took a breath and looked up.

House's eyes were hooded and dark. Still he remained silent.

Cameron, again, kissed him on the mouth. But this time she moved downwards, nicking his neck with her teeth, before travelling to his chest, feeling the soft hairs against her tongue and lips.

House, whose breathing had returned to its normal rate, was gradually beginning to respond to her attentions, her hair brushing against his abdomen causing him to exhale.

She kissed lightly down his chest, stopping momentarily to bite a nipple, which elicited a growl. Cameron smiled against his skin and continued her journey, dropping to a crouch as she reached his belt.

As soon as she began unbuckling it, though, his hands fell to hers, preventing further progress. "Hey, you're not gonna…I don't…", he muttered.

The eyes which had radiated power only thirty minutes ago were filled with vulnerability and uncertainty. His leg. He was worried about showing her his leg. "House", she whispered, brushing her lips against the back of his hand, "it's OK, it's OK. You don't have to hide from me. We're in this together, remember? I promise you; we'll do this nice and slow".

His hands tentatively withdrew, and Cameron carefully pulled off the belt and unsnapped his pants. She reached around and pulled them down, lifting his ankles, and placed them to the side, after which she removed his socks. She couldn't help but notice how large his feet were. What do they say about men with big feet? The reflection caused her to swallow.

House was now naked except for his boxer shorts. She ran both hands up his legs, but as she reached his thighs, she could feel him tense up, and his hands balled into fists at his side. Cameron, still crouched on the floor, laced her fingers through his and gazed upwards. His eyes were screwed shut and his breathing irregular. "House", she whispered, "look at me".

He did so, almost timidly.

"Do you trust me?".

"Yes". His voice was low.

"Then believe me when I tell you…", Cameron kissed his right knee, "…that I think Gregory House is a beautiful man…", she kissed up to the edge of the mangled skin, just under the boxer shorts, "…with an injury that is part of, but does not define, him…", she breathed lightly against the scarred tissue, "…with a girlfriend who would desire him as much as she does now even if he had one leg…", she gently kissed the area, "…or no legs". She held his hands tightly as she carefully kissed every centimetre of the wrinkled scar.

House gradually relaxed and let out a breath, his eyes swimming with an emotion she couldn't identify. Shade number four: enigmatic blue.

"Are you OK?".

"Yes", he replied, making to pull her to her feet.

But Cameron had other ideas and remained crouched. "Well, if you're OK, then I'd like to scratch an itch I've had for a while".

"Oh, yeah?", he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yep". Two can play this game. "Go and sit on the edge of your bed".

A rumble escaped his throat at her tone, but he nevertheless obeyed the instruction.

Cameron eased to her feet, naked apart from the thong, and slowly walked towards him. "I'm going to confess something to you now, House. A little while ago, you asked me what my fantasies were, and I said that you'd have to find them out for yourself". She didn't break eye contact as she moved, and House could see the gentle sway of her hips in his peripheral vision. "But, because I'm feeling charitable, I'll reveal a couple to you".

The man swallowed but said nothing.

"Both are very simple", she continued. "The first involves you pulling me into your office, bending me over your desk, and fucking me from behind while we're still fully clothed", she uttered the words in a matter-of-fact tone, as if she were delivering a diagnosis to a patient.

He remained rooted to the edge of the bed and gripped the duvet either side as Cameron approached.

"The second is much easier to accommodate, since I don't care where it happens, as long as it does. I dream about you a lot, House. I already told you that I've experienced nightmares of your shooting. Not nice". She reached the bed and stood before the other, looking down at him. "But most of my dreams concerning you are very nice indeed. They're also specific".

"Is that so?", House replied thickly, and he glanced down her body, taking in her breasts and even the slight tear in the fabric of her panties which he had caused earlier.

"Those aren't my eyes, House", Cameron reached out and forced his face upwards. "I want you to look at me when I'm talking to you".

Again, his gaze flickered at her commanding tone.

"As I was saying…my dreams: obviously, a lot of them involve us having sex in various positions in various places. Pretty standard stuff, really. But one of them doesn't involve sex at all. Or, well, not sex in the, ah, strictest medical sense". Cameron leant forwards so that her hands rested on his shoulders. Not only did this movement cause her hair to hang down and brush against his chest and arms, it also drew his attention once more to her breasts and their proud pink nipples. "No. Look up, Dr. House. It's my turn now", Cameron stated, though her firm voice belied the racing of her heart, and she forced herself to breath regularly.

House did as he was told but his eyes were as dark as she'd seen them. Shade number twelve: midnight blue.

"This particular fantasy…", Cameron whispered in his ear, trailing her hands from his shoulders to his chest, to his thighs, "…involves me on my knees in front of you…", her fingers slipped to the waistband of his boxer shorts, "…worshipping your cock". She looked straight into his eyes as she spoke before kneeling between his legs.

Once again the man swallowed. "You don't need to do that".

She looked up under hooded lashes, but not before noticing a twitch beneath the cotton. "Ah, see, that's where you're wrong. This is in fact something that I do need to do, and I've needed to do it for…", she tapped a finger against her lips as she thought, "…a year and a half? Give or take a month". Another twitch. "Will you let me do this? Will you let me live my fantasy?". She recognised that he would only consent if he truly was ready to bare his damaged leg to her.

"Alright", he replied, clearing his throat. "On one condition".

"Name your terms".

"After you get what you want, I'm back in control for the rest of the night". House loved Cameron's seductiveness, but it wouldn't do to have her calling the shots. This was his roof, after all.

The woman smirked at him but inclined her head in assent. "Deal. Toss me that pillow". House handed her the cushion and she placed it under her knees; then he lifted a little from the bed and she finally released him from the confines of his underwear, her tongue darting out a little to moisten her lips as she examined the object of her desire.

Straightaway she knew that House was bigger than any man she'd been with, even though he was not yet fully hard. She looked up at him and he looked back with dark eyes. Cameron reached out and grasped his length, unable to resist any longer, feeling the smooth skin, observing the veins, as she completed an exploratory movement. Once more her tongue ran along her lips, but for the moment she was content simply to touch as she became accustomed to his feel.

House looked down as she carried out her initial reconnaissance, enjoying the warmth of her hand and the knowledge that, for once, the woman before him was not being paid to service his needs. Hookers, obviously, were good at what they did, but their sighs of appreciation were directly proportional to the amount of money on the table.

Here, though, he could detect the same look of intense curiosity on Cameron's face as he had seen all the other times she had experienced something new that was his: when she had examined his bookcase on their second date; when she had listened to him talk about his family; when she had entered his bedroom. All of it had given her more of an insight into his being. The only difference this time was that the focus of her curiosity was, quite literally, him.

Just as House had done to her not thirty minutes ago, Cameron began to work up a steady rhythm, twisting her hand a little to create a different angle, feeling how his body responded to each little adjustment. When she caressed him deliberately from root to tip, a rumble escaped his throat. Cameron looked up, eyebrow raised, but said nothing, filing it away for future reference.

When she thought him suitably hard, she sat back a little for a proper look. "You have a beautiful cock, Dr. House".

"I'm not a piece of meat, Cameron", he growled.

"Oh, but you are. And I'm going to eat you now", she whispered, looking straight into his eyes as she spoke. With that brief warning, her tongue flicked against the exposed head and House exhaled, leaning fully forwards to watch the woman as she spent a few moments on the tip, before slowly drawing her tongue along his entire length, not breaking eye contact, her hands gripping his hips. Only when he was slick all over did she return once more to the head, using the tip of her tongue to swirl lightly around its circumference, tasting the first drops of his fluid.

"You're pretty good at this", House muttered.

"Oh, please. I'm just getting warmed up", she replied. With one final lick, she brought her right hand up and began to roll up and down his length for a time, ensuring that he was properly lubricated. She brushed him against her tongue, then her lips, before once more meeting his eyes, drawing the flat of her tongue slowly from balls to tip.

House exhaled and reached out to run his hands through her hair.

She looked up. "Tell me what you want me to do, House".

"You know exactly what I want you to do".

"And I want you to tell me anyway", she whispered.

"I want you to suck me, Cameron", he growled, tightening his grip in her hair.

She at once engulfed him, taking as much as she dared, using her tongue to manipulate his length, alternatively flicking him against her teeth and the roof of her mouth, ensuring that her hand kept up a steady rhythm.

House released a groan at this sudden act, amazed that she was able to accept so much of him so quickly. But his amazement quickly turned to lust as the other began to get into her work, bobbing up and down on his shaft, sometimes pulling him deep, at others contenting herself with massaging the head just inside her lips.

After a few minutes, Cameron drew back. "Is this what you want, Dr. House? Me on my knees in front of you like this?". His cock leapt against her cheek and she rewarded him by drawing her teeth delicately along his length. "Answer me".

"Yes". He looked down and for once his eyes had lost their playful irony. Shade number twenty-three: wine-dark blue.

"Well, you could have had this the night we saw monster trucks, and every night afterwards. All you had to do was ask. Did you know that?". She took him deep once again, relaxing her throat and breathing through her nose.

"God…", murmured House as his hips twitched of their own accord and his hands brushed her long hair away from her face so that he could meet her eyes with his.

"I'm not God, House. I'm Cameron. I'm also your willing...little...slut".

With that, she worked up a serious pace, using one hand to jerk him fully into her mouth while her other caressed his balls. She could feel how hard he was, and it made her feel incredibly sexy. She had always loved giving head, though she had not had the chance, or the inclination, to do so for a long time. Now finally she was free to indulge herself once more, and this man's cock was certainly worth the effort. The reflection that it would soon be fucking her caused a hand to slip down to her clit.

House could feel the familiar signs building, and he attempted to slow his racing heart and control his breathing, attempted to think of anything else but the reality; the reality that his immunologist was feasting on his dick.

But Cameron had other ideas, and she popped him free, while still working him furiously with her hand. "You can delay it all you like, House, but you should know by now that I'm a patient woman, and I always get what I want, no matter how long it takes". Her warm mouth enveloped him again, forcing his length to the back of her tongue.

House exhaled loudly as she took hold of his hand and placed it on a breast. She released him again: "And right now, what I want is for you to come in my mouth".

The other's breathing grew increasingly laboured, and Cameron capitalised on her opportunity by alternating licks and sucks with aggressive movements of her hand, as if to coax out that which she wanted the most.

House's mind was strong, but as the minutes passed he could feel his defences begin to collapse as the twofold stimulation of the woman's mouth and hands, as well as the feel of her rock hard nipples under his palm, caused the wave to build. "Cameron…", he breathed.

She rested his length against her cheek and jerked him for all she was worth. "That's it; don't fight anymore, House. Let it happen. Give me what I want".

House, whose eyes had been shut momentarily, looked down again and saw her green eyes gazing upwards, tendrils of saliva dripping from her mouth onto the floor. She looked wanton. This was the final push, and he reached the point of no return with a loud groan. She was already in position, however, and quickly caught him in her mouth as his cock pulsed, using her hand to pump him empty. She allowed him to sink deep, relaxing fully and breathing steadily through her nose, swallowing all that she could as he lost himself in blissful release. Only when she felt the contractions subside did she free him from her mouth, licking gently along his shaft, taking care to avoid the sensitive head.

House took a few deep breaths before pulling Cameron up until they were both standing. He wiped her lips and chin with his thumb. "That was pretty great. Thank you", he said before kissing her tenderly, tasting himself on her tongue.

Cameron smiled into his mouth. "Believe me, the pleasure was all mine". She accepted a swig of water from the glass on the bedside table before handing it back.

House laughed and pushed her onto the bed before jumping onto it himself.

The pair lay side by side looking at each other. "Now what shall we do?", she asked.

The other grinned, and his eyes twinkled. Shade number forty: crystal blue. "Now? Now we can have sex, duh". He made a show of glancing down. "In a few minutes, anyway".

It was Cameron's turn to laugh, and she stretched out on the bed, twining her legs in his.

This was where she belonged.