There were many ways to describe House, but stupid was not one of them. He had told Stacy about how he had went over to Cameron's apartment the other night to get her to come back to work, and she only would if he would take her out on a date. Stacy thought that was hilarious. Yeah. Ha ha.She wanted to hear all about it, but House didn't want to talk about it. At least that date didn't keep Stacy from staying the night at his place most of the time now. Did this count as a conflict of interest? Most likely, but Stacy was confident that if anything were to happen she'd be able to find a way around it.
House grunted when Stacy pushed him up against the wall of her office. The perks of being a lawyer meant she had her closed off space; mixed with the white sound machine it would be difficult for anybody to hear them while they 'talked about their case.' Stacy was unsurprisingly dominate, of course she was, she was a lawyer, though a part of House wished that deep down it turned out she was as submissive as he was. Oh well. House had no problem with this, he enjoying being submissive for once. It was both surprising but not at the same time seeing that biggest loudmouth at the hospital was a bottom.
"I'm serious," Stacy breathed as they sat on the floor, House's back still against the wall. Oh how she wanted to kiss that stupid smirk off his face. "We gotta talk about the case too." She began unbuttoning her blouse as she straddled his lap.
"Right…." He said, slipping his shirt off, tossing it aside. He knew that nobody would walk in on them, much better than a supply closet, that's for sure. "Malpractice thing." He placed his hands on Stacy's hips to help steady her as she slipped her panties off from underneath her skirt. "You're so…."
House had stopped mid sentence with a groan as Stacy wasted no time undoing his belt for him. He leaned his head back against the wall, not wanting to wait anymore but he knew if he showed any signs of being impatient then she would purposely take longer. Stacy smirked as she pushed his pants down, her fingers tracing along the waistband of his boxers. She loved seeing him like this, giving into her when she knew she was one of the rare people who could do that to him. She was in control here, and she was going to make sure he knew that well.
"So stubborn," she murmured as she kiss his jaw, hearing his breath hitching as she did. "And so damn sexy," she added as she slipped her hand down his boxers, the tips of her fingers teasing his hardening length knowing this would drive him insane. She rolled her hips into him, a small noise was threatening to escape his throat. "Focus, Dr. House," she purred, moving to run her fingers up his chest. "We need to talk about the lawsuit. The plaintiffs are threatening to go to the press if we don't settle."
She continued to kiss at his neck and jaw as her skirt rode up her thighs, revealing more of her soft, creamy skin. The thought of it alone was enough to make House dizzy. God, he wondered how he had gotten so lucky to be in this situation. He leaned his head back further, giving Stacy complete access to his throat and neck, which she wasted no time peppering him in kisses, occasional sucking at the skin. He had to restrain himself from picking her up and bending her over her own desk. Like she would allow him to do that anyway, she was in complete control here, she didn't hide it and House went along with it.
"I need you to promise you'll cooperate," Stacy breathed, pulling down his boxers to free his erect cock; House was trying to wait as patiently as he possibly could, but god, he couldn't wait much longer until he would resort to whining. "No stalling. No stupid excuses…." She added as she wrapped her hand around him, pumping slowly, giving him a light squeeze as she made sure to spread out the lube over him.
House groaned again, his eyes closed with his head still back against the wall. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted from him. Granted, House would have eventually agreed with whatever she had to say, but this way was more fun. He bit the inside of his cheek, the room was technically sound proof, but he didn't want to risk letting anything slip.
"Okay… okay…." He breathed, bringing Stacy's body closer to his where he was able to line up to her entrance. "Whatever you want to talk about, just… please?" He whined, causing Stacy to cup his face with one hand.
She loved hearing him whine, it gave her more power over him and it was so hot. Though, she couldn't help the gasp that escaped from her feeling him at her entrance, the feeling of desire was burning through her body. She needed him. Now.
"Finally," she whispered before sinking down on his hard length, letting out a shuddering moan. Her body was tense a moment, that hot feeling of desire was temporarily taken over by the cool lube now inside her. House wasn't in any hurry and that was something Stacy appreciated about him; she was always in control. "The plaintiffs…." She moaned a bit, adjusting herself over him. "…claim negligence in their loved one's care. I think… this is something we can settle quickly."
House was whimpering, wanting to beg her to start moving. He cursed under his breath when Stacy wrapped her arms around his neck, slowly beginning to roll her hips as she rode him with a steady rhythm. The words that were coming out of Stacy's mouth meant nothing to House right now. How was he supposed to think at a time like this? Stacy knew this was how this 'conversation' would turn out, she needed to get him in a position where he would agree with her and understand the lawsuit. Using him? Sure. House was fully aware that was what she was doing but he didn't care, he loved her on top of him like this. In her office too? Hot.
"I've reviewed the medical records," was the first thing that House was able to zone in on, opening his eyes a bit, lifting his head up from the wall. "Was there anything we could have done differently when treating the patient?"
A loaded question when he was barely able to think and she knew it. She wanted an honest answer without giving him the mental capacity to come up with a lie. Stacy ran a hand through his hair, as she kept at her pace, this was more than just to get him to talk about a lawsuit, but she was always craving this closeness with him. If she could, she would be riding him nonstop. Stacy bit her lip, lowering her head as she tried to stifle a whimper as House was completely filling her; she couldn't help her walls clenching around him.
"Think carefully before you answer me," she breathed, resting her forehead against his, moving a bit faster now. "I want to find a way to make this go away as quickly as possible, understand?"
House couldn't form any words, having to nod in response trying to keep himself from moaning too loudly. Stacy wasn't surprised that he was noisy in bed, but it was a nice change. Other guys she had been with did everything they could not to make a noise and it was boring. House was far from boring. The best way to describe was… House.
"Guy was an idiot…." He breathed, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he moaned. "There were…" He grunted as Stacy changed her pace again. She was going to be the death of him. "…other options to treat him but he didn't want them."
The grip on her hips tightened, causing Stacy to shiver as he was encouraging her to keep riding him.
"I know he was a difficult patient, but…." A moan left her throat as she was trying to speak. "…but that doesn't mean we neglect proper care," her voice was strained with pleasure. She placed both of her hands on his chest, pushing him against the wall. "We have to do better, House."
House moaned again into the crook of her neck, his shaky hands moved up her sides, taking in the softness of her skin as he made his way up her shoulders. Stacy gave a sharp roll of her hips, causing a louder moan to escape from House. Whatever she wanted to know he would give up immediately, he just didn't want this to stop. Please, god, don't stop. Stacy moaned, feeling House throbbing inside of her, his breaths were growing more laboured as she kept moving.
"I need you to be honest with me," she breathed, her eyes searching his. "Were there really no other options? The treatment you gave him was the only way?"
While this felt amazing, Stacy knew she was going to feel a bit of guilt later on even though House reassured her multiple times that it was fine, that he was willing to do this with her anytime. Using and teasing the information out of him with their bodies entwined like exactly like a fantasy Stacy always wanted, but now that she was actually doing it, even though House said it was fine…. Oh well. The pleasure outweighed the guilt. Her body was aching for the release.
"There were other options, he didn't want them…." He moaned, feeling himself beginning to swell and twitch. "He… assumed the most experimental treatment would be the best option. Hardly our fault."
Stacy moaned, feeling him pulsing inside her, his climax was swiftly approaching. She continued rocking her hips, her muscles around him as she was determined to get the truth out of him. She knew that he knew that was the wrong move, even though in the end the treatment did save the patients life, but of course someone always found the need to sue medical practices. Especially since House was so… House.
"Experimental treatments have to be the last resort, you know this, House," she countered, her voice trembling slightly as she was trying to hold her climax for a little while longer. She had to maintain control of herself, to keep him talking just a bit more. "We have an obligation to keep our patients up to date with information of any treatment-…." She gasped, feeling him hit a good spot, she changed her pace, resting her hands on his shoulders to get more leverage. "You let your stupid ego get in the way," Stacy mumbled, leaning down, nipping at his throat and neck, but resisting to bite down as hard as she wanted to. "You wanted to prove how brilliant you were instead of helping the patient."
"You know me so well…." He moaned, bucking his hips into hers, causing Stacy to gasp in pleasure, wanting him to keep going. Oh, it felt so good.
"Of course I do. You're so easy to read, baby…." She moaned, biting his shoulder. "But you need to tell me the truth… did you push the treatment over a more conservative approach? The family thinks so. Maybe they're right." Stacy knew exactly how to push House's buttons to make him talk.
Though, before he could even get a word out, Stacy caught him in a sloppy kiss, swallowing his moan as she moved up and sunk back down into him roughly. She was getting extremely close to her own release, but she needed a little more time. God, why couldn't he just confess already? It was like he was withholding what she wanted to hear to get back at her.
"C'mon, baby," she moaned, rocking her hips sharply. "Tell me."
"I knew-…." Another moan escaped him, his body twitching violently, a small cramp in his right thigh, but he was able to ignore it for now. "Fuck…. I knew there were easier methods to his treatment, but he would've been dead without the experimental." House groaned as Stacy once again roughly kissed him, her grip on his shoulders tightened again. "He's alive, I dunno why the family is suing."
"Being alive isn't enough, Greg. Not if he's left permanently disabled and in constant pain. That's not exactly the outcome they were looking for." She moaned, feeling him twitching urgently inside her, her climax was building and she couldn't do anything about it anymore. Stacy reached up, tangling a hand through his hair and tugging it lightly to show that she was being serious. "Did you consider the risks? Did you fully inform the patient?" She demanded, needing to make sure all their ducks were in a row, the last thing they needed was to go to court with nothing to show for it. "Or was all of this to stroke your own ego?"
House leaned his head back again, exposing his throat to which Stacy immediately began to attack with kisses and bites. He moaned as she yanked his hair again, he loved when Stacy did this. She could always dominate him in a way that was just perfect. Everything about her was perfect, and he couldn't have been more thankful to have met her. He couldn't hold out anymore, his hands moved back down to her hips, bucking his hips hard against hers.
"Okay! I might have pushed him into doing the treatment!" He admitted, breathing heavily as he moved. "I made him si-sign an agreement, there's a copy of it in my office!"
Stacy felt the thrill of victory when House finally admitted that it wasn't just a suggestion in passing but rather he almost forced him into doing the treatment. The only reason he was that pushy in the first place was that he knew if he didn't do it he would die.
"You need to take more responsibility, Greg. Say it."
House groaned, not wanting to admit it, but she was making it difficult to refuse, especially how she was about to make him cum. His silence told Stacy that she needed to work harder to get it out of him. She raised up again before quickly sinking down on him, rocking hard against him, causing her to squirm and moan into his throat to not sound so loud.
"Be a good boy and admit you should've kept your mouth shut."
The rougher she was, the more difficult it was to ignore the feeling of his climax. God, she was good.
"Fine!" House said a bit loudly, bucking his hips uncontrollably into her. "I shouldn't have pushed the treatment so hard."
Once the confession spilled out of him, she felt the surge go through her. Her walls tightened around his twitching and swelling cock. Stacy moaned loudly, feeling House cum inside her while her own climax hit her like a tidal wave. She gripped him tightly, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she let out her final moan. Their bodies were both shaking uncontrollably as they rode out the intense sensation. Stacy collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily getting through the aftershocks of their climaxes. God, he felt good. Everything about this was wonderful. The way he held her tightly against his chest while she was trying to catch her breath. Stacy could certainly understand why all the nurses craved more one night stands with him. Thankfully, House agreed to not see any of the nurses or have one night stands with anyone while they were together. Did that mean they were dating? That still hasn't been established.
After a moment, Stacy lifted her head up to look at him with a softened expression. With a tender touch, she brushed a strand of hair out from his eyes. She could never get tired of this. Of him. House wasn't like anybody she had met before, but that made him all the more perfect in her eyes.
"There, that wasn't so difficult, was it?" Stacy teased. "You just needed a little bit of encouragement to see a different point of view."
"What can I say?" House started to say between breaths, still coming down from his climax. "You're very persuasive," he joked before kissing the top of her head.
The small gesture meant the world to Stacy; she knew that House wasn't the touchy-feely type of person, so him kissing her meant so much. She smiled against his chest, a sense of satisfaction washed over her and wanting to capture the moment forever. She was able to get through to him and make him see reason when others couldn't.
"I have my charms," she said with a smirk, running her fingers along his chest. "Someone has to keep you in line, right? She shifted in his lap, the cool air hitting her sweaty skin feeling his member slip out of her as she grabbed some tissues to clean them both up. "Now," she started, tossing everything away and pulling her panties back on, buttoning up her blouse, "as much as I enjoyed our little chat, we need that signed agreement, okay?"
"Uhhuh…." House said mindlessly, watching her dress back up. He smirked, causing Stacy to already roll her eyes even though he didn't say anything yet. "Do you do this to all your clients?" He joked as he dressed himself. "Or am I special?"
"Only the particularly difficult ones," she said sarcastically as she readjusted her skirt. "Y'know… the ones who need a more 'hands on' approach." She stepped forward towards him once he was back on his feet, her fingers lingering on his throat before meeting his eyes. "And you, Dr. House, are nothing if not difficult. You're lucky I'm thorough in my work."
"God, you're good."
"Thank you." Stacy stood on her toes, pressing a kiss to his cheek before turning back to her desk. At least they had a signed agreement, that would get them somewhere in court. "So…." She turned back around, giving House a familiar smirk that screamed she was up to something. "Tell me about your date with Dr. Cameron."
House rolled his eyes, he still remembered how much Stacy giggled when he told her that the only way to get Cameron back on the team was to take her out on a date. She mainly giggled because she thought it was cute that he brought this to her attention and was stammering the entire time. Almost like he was scared to tell her. It wasn't funny. Not to House. He didn't particularly want to go on a date with Cameron. Sure, she was hot, but she wasn't able to handle him like Stacy or Wilson could. It was nothing personal. They just weren't compatible.
Last Night
House had picked out his best clothes from his closet before going to Cameron's apartment to pick her up for their 'date'. Usually, he would have Wilson give him feedback on whether or not the outfit was appropriate, but since House was giving him the cold shoulder he was on his own. Whatever. He was used to being alone anyway, he didn't need anybody. All he wanted was to get this stupid date over with so he could come back home and do nothing but play video games.
He huffed in frustration at the tie he had been desperately trying to get right but he was over it, tossing it aside. He didn't want to look that fancy anyway. It should be the thought that counts, right? House wanted Cameron to return to work so bad that he would put himself through this overwhelming situation just so that would happen. Hopefully, she could understand that. Maybe that's why she suggested going on a date. Pushing him out of his comfort zone enough to prove to her that he wanted her to come back on the team.
House was sitting at the table of the restaurant waiting for Cameron to come back from the restroom. He had come to pick her up after getting out of work. He would be a liar if he said he didn't feel a little nervous, though he couldn't say it was because of messing up in front of Cameron, he couldn't care less about that, but because he was feeling overstimulated with the place that Cameron chose. The lights were too bright and it was too noisy for his liking. Oh well, House decided to put up with it for now if that meant Cameron would come back to work for- with him.
Why would Cameron want to go out on a date with him anyway? He wasn't anything interesting, in fact, he was downright annoying and he could admit to that. House knew he could be loud and obnoxious and had an inflated ego. Maybe that's Cameron's type? Though he couldn't see her into that. Though, he did have his faults, even if he never admitted it. Cameron could see something in his eyes that others missed; she could always see something that resembled pain and how he was trying to cover it with the front he put up. It wasn't something House could hide, especially since he had no idea she could see something like that in just his eyes alone, he figured he was able to keep himself closed off completely. There were just things that nobody was able to hide.
House's leg was bouncing waiting for her to return, to keep himself busy he began stacking his silverware on his wine glass. Why was he so nervous? Maybe it was because he'd never been on a real 'date' before. He knew it was going to be a flop since he had no idea what he was doing or what to expect. This knowledge would never leave his lips, but he did look up how to go on a date and watched some movie clips of dating but those weren't particularly helpful. He almost caved in to call Wilson and ask for some advice, but had to restrain himself as he was giving his best friend the cold shoulder from 'stealing' his title. Whatever. He didn't want to think about that right now.
The small bump of the table was what caused House to zone back in, remembering that he was in a restaurant, pouring back all the stimulation he had managed to block out. His eye caught the corsage that Cameron had pinned to her dress. Again, House had no idea how to go on dates, but he thought that he was supposed to bring her a corsage; Cameron thought it was cute. It showed that he was actually trying, but also because it showed he didn't have a clue.
"It's beautiful," Cameron said, slightly adjusting the white and purple flower, a smile tugging at her lips. She just couldn't believe she was able to see him dressed up so nicely. "And you look very handsome."
What did she just call him? Handsome? She didn't mean that, did she? Surely not. House has always been called cute or adorable, but never handsome. He could feel his face turning red, not knowing what to say to that. Was he supposed to thank her? God, going on dates was awful and confusing, why did anyone go on them? House could just feel how awkward he was being, and even though he was aware of it there was nothing he could do to turn it off. What was different now than how he was at work? He didn't feel confident and it was killing him.
"Thanks…." House mumbled, looking at the silverware that was still balancing on his wine glass. His leg was still bouncing, why couldn't he stop?
"I always loved this place," Cameron commented, trying to start a conversation, but House only let out a shaky breath as he fidgeted with the napkin in front of him. Was he really that nervous? Or was he anxious to leave?
"Yeah, I heard it used to be a strip club," he said, trying to be funny but his tone turned into something monotone out of habit when he was in an unfamiliar situation. He looked up at her when she didn't say anything, seeing that confused puppy look. "That was a joke," he added.
Cameron laughed a bit before looking down at her menu. Dammit. He couldn't tell if she was actually laughing at what he said or if she was doing it to be nice. Why couldn't he put up his wall of confidence now? Had to be the fact that he was out of his comfort zone and there was nothing he could do about it. People were confusing, this entire situation was confusing and House just wanted to go home and isolate for about twenty-four hours until his battery was recharged and could be out in public again.
House fidgeted with the napkin again before taking the chance to look at her.
"Nice earrings," he stated. Whether or not he actually liked them he couldn't tell, he just needed something to say.
It wasn't that he was nervous being on a date with Cameron, but rather he was trying to keep himself from having sensory overload, but everything was too much for him. The soft music playing in the background was nails on a chalkboard. Why would anyone pay so much to be in a place with so much going on? He was more of a one-night stand type of person and this was exactly why.
"They were my moms, thank you," Cameron said, a twinkle in her eye as she lightly touched her earring.
"Nice, uh…. Shoes?"
Cameron put the menu down, understanding what was going on with him. House was overly tense and she could tell he was trying to hold himself back on being, well… himself. She didn't want that at all, in fact, she loved who he was. Maybe that's why she wanted to go on this date so badly.
"House," she started, putting the menu down. "I'm not expecting you to put on a filter for tonight or change how you act."
"We're in the middle of a fancy restaurant, I think I need to put up a front so we don't get thrown out. I'm wearing itchy clothes, it's loud…." He trailed off, wanting to let himself try to explain why he was acting this way, but wasn't sure how, though it was the thought of opening up that counts. "I can't exactly be myself here."
"I appreciate you trying, House," Cameron said softly, "I'm having a good time."
"I'm glad…."
The rest of the date went as awkwardly as House felt. He tried his best to make small talk, but he was failing miserably. There were times when House went completely silent, not doing anything besides drumming his fingers on the table as he was trying to find something to say. God, dating was hard, why did people do it?
Finally, House had to say it.
"You like damaged people. Broken people," he stated, catching her off guard as she was sipping her wine. "That's why you married your husband knowing that he was going to-"
"House. Stop it."
"You think I'm damaged or broken?"
"That's not it." Cameron sighed, putting her glass down. "When someone has an instinctive love towards something and feel like they can't control or feel negatively towards it, they want to obtain it."
Seriously? She was going to pull the Freud card? God, she was good, but that didn't mean she was correct though.
"And that's what you believe?" He asked, rubbing his thigh, feeling a small pinch.
"We'll see."
"Prepare to be disappointed."
"If you didn't feel something then why agree to go on a date with me? Why not tell me to-"
"I told you, it was because I needed some normality."
"So it's for your own gain?"
House was silent for a moment, staring her down, but she had this look on her face telling him to challenge her, but for some reason, he couldn't do it.
Dammit.
"And it's not for your own gain to want to be with someone that you believes needs to be fixed?"
"Well, someone should try to fix you," Cameron challenged, which only made House want to push back more.
"…wanna go back to your place? You can fix me there."