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Princeton Plainsboro was bustling with patients and doctors, shoes squeaking quietly against glossy tile. The Diagnostics team had solved a case earlier in the day, and House wanted to get home quickly to unwind with his friends: Whiskey, Vicodin, and TeleNovelas.
He entered his office, scanning the room with his eyes. Over the last couple of weeks, he had sensed a change in his team’s dynamics. Chase seemed to prioritize suggestions from Cameron, and though this wasn’t necessarily unusual, it irked him to see it so blatantly performed.
House had inferred Cameron and Chase were seeing each other, and though he knew this didn’t affect the workplace directly, he couldn’t help the anger that settled in his chest at the thought. Cameron had kissed him not too long ago, a tender, sensual kiss, one that made his mind numb, but it hadn’t been real.
It hadn’t meant anything to her. But he’d kissed her back.
Cameron had felt the reciprocation on her lips, and wanted so badly to revert to old ways at that moment. It wasn’t too long ago that she would have been squirming for more in the same situation, but it had taken her this long to move past, and it’s no sense now backpedaling to self destruction.
House concluded the doctors’ whereabouts, setting for their destination.
It’s not that he wanted to catch them in the act, or that his need for dominance blinded him, or whatever else Wilson might infer his reasons were. He shook his head at the thought of what his friend might say to him if he knew what he was doing.
Trash in hand, he stepped hurriedly toward the Janitor’s closet. What he would do once he enters the room, only God knows. Surely Cameron wouldn’t fuck her coworker on Hospital grounds, right? A part of him hoped he was wrong, that they wouldn’t be there, that they had left together and would save him the discomfort.
Upon reaching the door, he paused. He considered turning around, hearing Cameron’s words in his head: Ignorance is bliss.
She had changed so much since starting at PPTH, and House had grown to appreciate all of her quirks and tactics, the way her glasses rested on her nose, the way she pierced him with her eyes when disapproving of his actions. Anger rose to his throat at the thought of someone else looking down into them.
He opened the door, nonchalance plastered on his face. He looked around the room, puffing his cheeks in disinterest, as Chase backed away from Cameron and grunted.
“Sorry.” House began, stepping in between the doctors. “Looking for an extra large trash can.”
He threw the files into the bin, glaring at Chase on his way out. Cameron watched the scene before her, blush rising to her cheeks in embarrassment, and a little bit of excitement. She looked at the discarded files, wondering what House’s angle was.
“Since when does he clean anything up?” Chase commented, exasperated at House’s antics, knowing full well he barged in on purpose.
Cameron sighed, looked at the door which House had just exited, then looked back at Chase with a sly grin. She grabbed her things and left the room after kissing him on the cheek, and headed toward the parking lot, hoping to catch House before he left for the day.
House had left the room with irritation dancing on his skin. He’d hoped to find the room empty, but upon confirming his suspicions, he wasn’t sure what to do with himself. Cameron deserved so much better. She was an incredible doctor, a complete babe, and– no– what? Did he think he deserved her? Definitely not.
She deserved better.
And House was not better. In fact, Chase was probably better than him, in many aspects. Younger, fitter, all around more equipped for someone like Cameron. But this didn’t stop him feeling like he needed to put an end to their relationship. She needed someone who could stimulate her mentally, as well as physically.
House closed his eyes in the parking lot, tilting his head toward the sky. It was chilly, a breeze creeping up behind him and causing him to shiver under his jacket.
“Hey,” a voice came from behind him. He didn’t turn to see who it was; he didn’t need to. He’d come to know her voice in the last three years, sometimes welcome, sometimes not, and right now, it was absolutely not welcome. “House? Can we talk–”
“No.” He turned to face her, noticing the redness of her cheeks, the strands of hair floating around her face, and the way her features fell at his response. His eyes bore into hers, a mixture of vengeance and remorse swimming within his, while hers plastered stupor in big red letters.
“Safe drive home.” He stated, turning back to his car.
Cameron blinked. Before she could convince herself not to, she grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. He looked at her angrily, eyebrows pushed together and mouth slightly open to continue his tirade.
“You knew we would be there.” Cameron breathed, placing herself in front of him and looking up through her eyelashes. House exhaled, losing some stiffness in his stance at the sight of her.
“How would I know that? Right, because you wanted me to find you,” House began, impatience evident in his tone, “You wanted me to see you hot and heavy with a coworker, to– to do what? To realize I want you for myself? You fail to understand that your casual sexuality and carelessness is as far from a turn on as–”
Cameron smiled at him. She ran a finger through her hair, tilting her head as he stopped speaking.
“Oh, God.” House rolled his eyes. “You really need to work on your seduction. This is pitiful, really. You gonna tell Chase that you’re using him to get to me?” He shifted on his feet, trying to maintain control of the situation, but faltering at her coolness.
“He knows.” She replied simply. She rested a hand on his chest, dragging her eyes down his torso and then back up to his face. “We all know. What’s the problem? I can’t get my rocks off with you down the hall?” Her voice was soft. “You can’t deny that you wished there was more to see when you came through the door–”
“Like hell I did!” He stepped back, eyes wide. “I hoped it would be empty!”
Cameron’s smile turned into more of an open-mouthed confusion. House scratched at the stubble on his cheek and looked over her shoulder, not expecting to give himself away so easily.
Who’s pitiful now?
They stood there in silence for a moment, neither wanting to acknowledge the implied confession. House sighed, turning again to enter his car, silently hoping this conversation was over and he could be on his couch in a daze in the next half hour or so, and they could go on acting like none of this ever happened.
“Can I come over?” Cameron asked suddenly, a heat spreading through her body as his words registered.
House laughed drily, shaking his head. “Absolutely not. I’ll…”
He turned to face her again but was surprised to find her entering his passenger side and setting her things in the cubby by her feet.
“Allison, please,” He ran a hand through his hair and looked at her through the car, watching as she buckled the seatbelt and got herself situated for the ride. Of all the outcomes he thought of, this was not one of them.
Cameron was never easy to figure out, no matter how much he tried to convince himself she was. He considered possible responses, but nothing seemed to be worth the effort. What the hell, why not?
He sat in the driver’s seat and started the car. She kept her eyes in front, waiting patiently for the car to move. When nothing happened, she turned to face him, catching a blush riding up his neck. His jaw was tense and his fingers twitched at the wheel.
“Is this okay?” She asked genuinely, not wanting to overstep her boundaries but knowing that House needed a push if anything worth mentioning were going to happen.
House laughed through his nose, closing his eyes and grasping the wheel. This is not what he wanted. Cameron deserved better and this was undoubtedly worse than any other situation he could imagine for her. He was not in a position to devote himself to her, not the way he wanted, not with every ounce of his being; he never would be.
She sensed his discomfort. Anxiety bubbled in her throat at the prospect of him berating her for this whole scene. It was pretty pathetic, to invite herself over to his place and assume her feelings were reciprocated. But, then again, he did sort of confess at least a little bit of possessiveness for her.
“House, I want you. I’m sorry if that breaks the fourth wall here, but I need you to know that I am in complete control of my actions and I know what I’m doing,” Cameron spoke softly but sternly, her hand resting on the center console. House kept his eyes closed. “I want you to drive me to your house and f–”
“Allison, please,” His resolve was crumbling, the only two words he could seem to say escaping his lips again. He felt angry. He felt helpless. But above all, he felt wanted, and that was the worst of any. No one should want him.
He was a despicable man, through and through. Difficult to be around, crippled, bordering harassment in sarcasm, and yet women seemed to flock to him. Not that this helped his ego in an equitable sense; all it did was amplify the isolation he’d grown accustomed to over the years. Women appreciated his dry humor, his rugged looks, his cold demeanor, but it wasn’t something people grew to love, it was something they grew to hate. No one in his past relationships had been able to get past the simple template that made him the man he was. It was fun at first, but tiring. Imagine how he felt.
Tired didn’t seem to encapsulate the weight he felt. He was resentful. He was disappointed. He was just about every negative emotion one could list, really. But today bore a new emotional response, and it couldn’t be spelled out or explained. He was a boy lost in the mall, screaming for help. He was a man in a bike accident, strewn on the road. He was asking his wife if she cheated, already knowing the answer. He was hopeless, but simultaneously filled to the brim with hope.
“I need you…”
He didn’t know he said it until it registered in his own ears. He heard Cameron suck in a breath next to him and felt her hand reach his leg, below the infarction, squeezing above his knee gently and rubbing small circles with her fingers.
“In the car?” She asked teasingly, placing a kiss on his shoulder and continuing to touch his leg. “I don’t mind, but we should drive somewhere else, seeing as we do work here…” She trailed off, mischief in her voice. He smiled tightly, opening his eyes and meeting hers for the first time in a while. Worry was apparent in his features, and he tried hopelessly to find any sense of trepidation or guilt in her words, but he came up empty.
He leaned in slowly, putting his hand on top of hers which rested on his leg. Cameron met him halfway, a small kiss that screamed fear, but one that knew the depths of intimacy. He deepened the kiss momentarily, feeling her return his urgency, a small moan bouncing in her throat when his other hand found her neck. She pulled away just as he opened his lips to accept her tongue, and looked into his eyes, almost completely black.
“Drive.”
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Cameron twitched with anticipation as they walked to House’s apartment door, eyeing his fingers as the keys found their way into the lock.
House wasn’t sure how to rationalize this. He had feelings for Cameron, but he wasn’t really sure what to call them. Yearning? Possession? Desire? Love? Surely not. This must be a case of plain attraction. A man and a woman attracted to one another. Yes, this must be it.
The window was open on the far wall, sounds of traffic finding its way into the living room and creating a quiet welcoming atmosphere. It was dark, but warm light filtered through and reflected off of the coffee table, and a fan swiveled near the kitchen providing a low hum.
Cameron had taken a moment to look at her surroundings, but quickly turned to her partner, grabbing his shirt with her fists and pulling him against her.
House groaned and his hands found her waist seamlessly, a small smile on his lips at the eagerness in her eyes. Cameron splayed her hands across his chest and searched his eyes for any sign of distress, smiling when she found none.
“Are you sure?” He whispered, looking down at her and admiring the way her cheeks remained permanently pink in his presence. “I know you want this, but are you sure this is,” he swallowed, “how you want it?” One of his hands reached up to caress her arm, squeezing the muscle beneath it.
Instead of answering, she pulled him against her and explored his mouth with her tongue, trailing a hand down his torso and feeling the heat beneath his shirt. He could feel himself growing at the sensation but willed himself to move slowly, savoring every touch and little sound she made.
“I need you,” Cameron breathed, moving to undo the buttons of his shirt while she kicked off her shoes.
House suppressed a moan at the echo of his own confession, feeling himself harden even more from it. He stopped her from completing her task, tsking at the pout in her eyes. She could feel her desire and impatience building at his antics. The emotion in his eyes was all-consuming, something between hunger and chaos looking back into her. She swallowed.
Cameron watched as he took a step away from her, his eyes drawing slowly over every detail: the little tremor in her hands, the flush upon her skin, the part of her lips, creases in her blouse, bare feet scrunching on hardwood floors, doe eyes hooded and blackened. He needed to take this in. For all he knew, this would be the first and last time he had the chance to do so.
House hummed and took another step back, a small smile on his face as he considered how best to drag this out.
“Take off your shirt.”
Cameron swallowed again, reaching for the bottom of her blouse and slowly lifting it to her chest. She took her time, sensing that he enjoyed the suspense as much as the result, and also not finding the strength to move any faster. Her fingers shook with anticipation, finally discarding the clothing next to her feet.
“Now what?” She asked, barely above a whisper, feeling a growing vibration between her thighs. “Tell me what to do,” It sounded pathetic, in the most erotic way possible. “Please,”
The desire to lurch forward and take her right then and there was almost impossible to ignore. His stance faltered, but he composed himself seamlessly. Again, he took a moment to admire the woman in front of him.
“Pants.” His eyes darted to her navel, then back to her face. “Take them off and turn around.”
She obeyed, not letting any sliver of second guesses to appear in her mind. Once her slacks hit the floor, she turned to face the door. The whimper that escaped her couldn’t be helped, and if this were any other man, she might have been embarrassed. Her calves flexed as she felt his gaze on her backside, and she couldn’t seem to find a place for her fingers to sit comfortably, eventually lacing them together in front of her.
House could not fathom the situation in which he found himself; one of the most beautiful women he had ever met was before him, vulnerable, needy, aching for his attention.
He walked slowly toward her, resting his cold hands against the small of her waist and breathing in the scent of her hair. Cameron sighed at the sensation, her body leaning back into his. House let his hands wander over her skin, along her stomach and hips, lightly cupping her breasts and allowing his erection to find her behind. She moaned, turning her head to the side and looking up to find his eyes.
His mouth was open, eyes closed, the faintest of blushes creeping up his cheeks. Cameron turned at once, moaning as her lips found his in a heated kiss. She grabbed him through his pants, rubbing and stroking eagerly, fighting his tongue for dominance in a dance they both knew he would inevitably lead.
Resolve was a funny thing.
She gained control now, sensing him begin to crumble as she trailed her hand along his left thigh and back up, cupping his manhood and teasing him through his jeans. House wasn’t sure how much more of this he could take. After all, ladies should always finish first.
“Cameron…” He moaned in her mouth, one hand sweeping through her hair while the other squeezed her ass. “You have to stop…” His body arched into hers, and before he could comprehend what was happening, he felt her bare hand against his erection, the mixture of hot and cold making him shiver.
“Mmm?” Cameron began to slide her hand up and down, taking his length upward as her other hand undid the button and zipper, giving her more room. “Why should I stop?” She asked slowly, placing wet kisses on his neck while swiping her thumb over the head of his cock. “You look so pretty when I touch you.”
House moaned loudly at her words, his eyes finally opening and finding Cameron looking directly at him. He took her hands in his and brought them to his mouth, sucking on the fingers one by one and relishing in her erratic breaths.
“My turn,” He stated, throwing his shirt on the sofa and sliding his pants onto the floor, “Hold still.”
Once again, Cameron obeyed his command, waiting not-so-patiently for his next move. She scanned over his body, taking in the tan skin and slightly pronounced muscles, the scar on his leg that he didn’t try to hide; if she weren’t totally occupied with trying to contain her arousal, she might reflect on the significance of this.
She watched as he stepped closer, his hands enveloping her hips and wasting no time to slip two fingers into the waistband of her panties. House held his breath as he teased at the hood of her clit, sliding past and running through her wetness slowly, gathering the remnants on his fingertips and circling her entrance. Cameron moaned and whimpered at the ministrations and used all of her strength to keep still, holding House’s shoulders for balance.
Half an hour later they found themselves in his bed, completely bare. Cameron lay in the center, legs spread and chest flushed. House’s gaze was fixed on her entrance, lined up to her position with his feet dangling off the edge.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Cameron sighed at this statement, reaching her hand out to caress his cheek. She smiled at him, swiping her thumb across the stubble and then his lips.
“Thank you,” she replied, guiding his head to rest on her thigh. She took this moment to reflect on how they got here. Years in the making, one could argue. She had grown fond of her boss within the first week working under him, but sheer will had helped her focus on the task of diagnostics rather than sensuality. Desire built within her over time, and though he had rejected her two or three times, something convinced her it was worth prodding at; something in his eyes was truthful, hopeful, maybe even thankful.
He hummed as she scratched lightly at his scalp.
“Fuck me, now.” She broke the silence. “I want to come all over your face.”
House felt himself harden more at her words, heat rising in his throat and her grip tightening in his hair. He groaned, digging his fingers into her thighs and bringing his tongue to rest flat against her.
She moaned at this, arching her back to grind her center along his tongue. House licked through her folds and whimpered at the taste. She brought one hand to her breasts, lightly roaming over her nipples with her palm, her other hand staying on his head to guide his movements.
“You taste so good, Allison,” He spoke into her, kissing her clit and returning to her folds to gather more liquid, repeating this sequence as she squirmed above him.
“Yes…” she sighed, pinching her nipples with no real force, savoring the different sensations she felt all over her body.
House continued his movements, swallowing what we could and letting the rest drip down his chin. His erection was becoming uncomfortable, but he was determined to make her come before addressing his own needs. He teased her entrance with a finger, circling the nerves and dipping just the tip inside of her, in and out, continuing to kiss her clit and flatten his tongue against it in a slow rhythm.
Cameron tweaked her nipples more erratically, mewing as she felt her arousal swift through her legs. Small moans became longer, her hand on House’s head now coated with a film of sweat from his efforts. She looked down at him, her lips parted and eyes hooded, moaning loudly at the sight of him between her legs.
“Fuck, House,” She gasped as his finger went deeper inside of her, curling to brush against her walls and sucking tightly on the bud between his lips. “God, that feels so…”
“Tell me how it feels.” He demanded, pushing his finger as deep as it could go and circling her canal to activate all of the nerves. She looked more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. Pink skin and messy hair, trembling in her thighs– he couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment. “Tell me how you feel with my fingers inside of you.”
She felt static swarm her insides, cold fingers brushing against her hard nipples and letting every whimper escape her without a second thought.
“You feel so fucking–good– you feel s-so good inside of me, baby,” She lifted her hand from his head to tease both of her breasts, arching again to try to keep her orgasm at bay just a moment longer. “You make me feel– perfect…”
At this, he entered a second finger, slowly moving in and out, curling upwards and placing kisses on her inner thighs.
“Mmm… you are perfect.” He whispered against her skin, trailing his lips to meet her center again, sucking on the nerves and increasing the speed of his fingers. Cameron couldn’t hold off any longer, static rising into her torso and up to her throat, heat enveloping her body as she finally let go.
House continued to fuck her with his fingers until she whimpered and shook, slowly retracting them after a while and placing the lightest of kisses on her clit, loving the way her face scrunched up at the sensitivity.
“Remind me to get a towel next time,” He joked, wiping the remnants from his beard and smiling up at the woman in his bed.
Next time, Cameron thought. She returned his smile, blush deepening on her cheeks at his words.
“My turn.” She grabbed him by his shoulders, pulling him on top of her but being careful not to cause his leg any pain. She guided him to resume the position she had just been in, licking her lips at the sight of him. Cameron lowered herself so her throat was level with his cock.
He swallowed.
“Hey, you really don’t have to–”
“Please shut up.” She interrupted him, not wanting to waste any time she could have him in her mouth. “I’m not doing anything I don’t want to do. Lie back.”
Please let there be a next time.
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