I'm sorry for going AWOL.... Chapter 12 is up!!
I know been a while, and I really don't have a valid excuse at all! But I did spend my time wisely - rewriting chapter 12 of 'Escape' at least twice! I swear it has been the baine of my existence for the last month and a half. But that being said I have plotted out my 'Secret Santa Fic' and have started chapter13 for 'Escape' and I figure there is maybe at least one chapter + epilogue to finish things off nicely.
Beta'ing rights fall to
nikita34 for her wonderful work!!! Thanks honey, you are the best. I hope that the nappies haven't been piling up for you..... Also
urasensei for her helpful suggestions when things became a little sticky.
I also have a question; Can someone help me, I'm searching for a snack food, but not any ordinary snack food. I need some expat Aussies who may be living in the US - remember 'Burger Rings' I need something simular to them.
Anyway, on to chapter 12...... Oh by the way, it has finally earned it's NC17 rating so no kiddies please.......
“Aha, found them!”
“Well, if you just asked me I would’ve been able to tell you exactly where they were,” she replied re-stacking the upturned Chinese containers from House’s frantic search for the elusive chopsticks.
“That’s no fun,” he pouted, “So what booze did you bring. Hopefully, something strong so I can have my wicked way with you!” his eyebrows doing their own little leery dance.
Cameron stopped. Her hand stalling mid air above the bag containing the liquid portion of their dinner, “You’re still disgusting.”
“And you still love me,” his eyes daring her to contradict his words.
Sighing she gave up, removing a six pack of beer and a bottle of white wine. Sitting the bottle on the table House looked at his companion.
“I suppose you are gonna want a glass with that?”
“Well, I can’t very well drink from the bottle now can I?”
“See, again with the whole princess routine,” he snarked getting up heading to the kitchen, opening cupboards as he went.
Cameron immediately jumped up following him, “House, you don’t have to get it, at least let me get it…. I’m sure I can find a glass, it can’t be that hard.”
“You never know,” he said turning to look at her for the first time since she followed him in.
God she looked good, almost as if she belonged there in his apartment. House mentally shook himself out of this line of thought,
“Look, make yourself useful. Somewhere in those drawers should be a bottle opener.”
Cameron nodded and made her way to the far end of the small kitchen, opening the drawers in search of her quarry.
House meanwhile, stood transfixed, watching her move effortlessly from one drawer to the next. Turning back to the overhead cupboard, House reached up to get one of the crystal goblets his grandmother gave him as a house warming gift. They were some expensive piece of glass she found at a small store during one of her last trips around her native Holland before she died. If his memory served him correctly they were from Zawiercie, in southern Poland, hand blown, individually crafted, the works.
It was the first time they had been taken down from the top shelf. No one ever had the privilege of having its cool glass pressed against their lips. He even forbade Stacy from ever using the delicate crystal. Yet for some unknown reason he felt compelled to bring them out of hiding, it just seemed like the perfect time.
His grandmother told him that they should be used for special occasions, but he thought she meant at his engagement or possibly his wedding.
Tonight was a special occasion; it was the night that she walked back into his life and hopefully the last time she walked out of it too.
He hoped.
Transferring his cane to his left hand and resting his hip against the wooden bench top for balance, House extended his arm to encircle the tapered glass in his hand, but just as he did so, a muscle spasm tore through his back.
“Holy mother of god!” House’s cane crashed to the floor, and his left hand shot to the middle of his back.
“What? What’s wrong?” Allison was instantly at his side. She watched helplessly as he groaned and writhed in pain.
“Damn back!” he moaned as he bent over at the waist, leaning on the cool surface of the kitchen counter. His hand automatically went to his jeans pocket to grab hold of the familial orange bottle.
“Don’t,” Cameron grabbed hold of his hand before it had a chance to reach deep into the denim.
“What!” he looked at her incredulously, “I’m in pain. Hello! Little white pills take away said pain.”
“I have a better way.”
House raised a sceptical eyebrow at her statement, “trust me this will work.”
“Sure?” he looked into her eyes. They silently pleaded with him to trust her. It was one thing to trust someone with your life, but could you trust them with your heart?
House slowly nodded his ascent. Quickly she gave him his fallen cane as she slung his left arm over her shoulder, effectively stabilising him on both sides.
“Ok, let’s get you into bed,” she said, instantly regretting the words.
“Good you’re easy. Not even a drop to drink and you’re already willing to shag,” his voice dropping to a dangerously low octave in her ear.
Allison involuntary shuddered at the sound, a warm tingle stirring low in her belly. Over and over she tried to convince herself, ‘Now is not the time, now is not the time. Composing her face she turned her face to him.
“That’s disgusting,” her face scrunching up in revulsion as she spoke. “Besides it would take a lot more than a few drinks to get me in your bed,” her voice taking on a similar sultry tone.
It was House’s turn to falter, his leg giving out on him in shock at her words. Allison stumbled under his weight, but quickly recovered sniggering softly as she re-adjusted her hold around his waist.
House remained silent as he was led through his apartment to the bedroom, taking small steps hoping to lessen the pain with every step he took, failing to turn on the appropriate lights as they entered the room.
The room hadn’t changed, well she hoped he changed the sheets at least, but the layout remained the same as it did when she came to seek his guidance in the middle of the night for one of their patients. An over full clothes hamper stood beside the open wardrobe a blue oxford spewing from the bottom.
Cameron could only shake her head. ‘No wonder his shirts are always rumpled’
“Ok, take your shirt off and lie face down on the bed,” she removed his arm from her shoulder steadying him as he stood upright before leaning over to turn on the bedside lamp.
“Only if you do the same,” he said giving her a lecherous grin.
All she could do was roll her eyes as she left the bedroom to retrieve her purse from the lounge room.
“Did you know, it’s considered illegal in some countries to strip a man bare and not be similarly dressed,” he yelled wincing slightly as he tugged his t-shirt over his head, sitting on the edge of the bed as requested, laying face down in the centre of rumpled sheets.
“Well, it’s a good thing we’re in the States then,” she called, her voice getting louder as she came into the room clutching a crystal vial.
When she stepped into the room, she found herself unable to continue because the man who had invaded her mind for so many years was lying before her, stripped bare to the waist face down in his bed.
His tanned skin pulled tight over the clearly defined muscles of his back, flowing down to the dip in his back before rising again to meet the swell of his arse.
And what a magnificent arse it was. All of the times she sat mesmerised during a differential with his back turned toward her were too numerous to count. And here she was, lost seeing the denim perfectly shaped around his body. It was almost better than riding the opiate buzz many moons ago.
Turning his head slightly on his bed, he caught her staring at him. A devious grin graced his features.
“I won’t bite, unless that’s what you’re into,” House growled as he turned his head back on to the mattress pushing the pillow further up the headboard with his hands.
He settled into the mattress, allowing the softness envelope him thankful Wilson’s cleaning lady was in the day before and changed the sheets allowing him to breathe in that clean sheet smell, plus a scummy sheet smell doesn’t bode well with the ladies.
A brief thought of offending her came to the forefront of his brain, but it was quickly squashed when he surmised she wouldn’t have travelled all this way just to run away because he had a smart mouth.
“If that’s what you’re into I’m willing to try,” Allison’s voice was almost a purr. House groaned as his body involuntarily shuddered, blood rushing to settle just below his belt.
One thing was for sure his little bitty Allison Cameron was no longer the meek and mild doctor from before. Standing in his bedroom was the new, improved version and he liked this one a whole lot better.
House had little time to ponder Cameron 2.2 for long before the bed beside him dipped sharply to one side before levelling out.
Soon he felt her heat settle on his rear, it did nothing to ease his own. If anything it stoked the flames higher than ever before as more and more of his body diverted all unnecessary blood flow to an ever increasing erection.
“Now this could be a little cold,” her sultry voice warned.
“Bring it on baby!” the bravado he showed was instantly doused when the cool drops of oil landed squarely on his naked skin and he jumped almost unseating Allison.
“Hey there…… easy cowboy”
“Warn me next time,” House groaned into the mattress.
Allison leaned further over House’s body bringing her lips to just beside his ear, “I did. Not my fault you didn’t heed said warning,” she breathed.
House shuddered again, not from cold but from the feel of her lips barely touching him.
Sitting back squarely on his delectable rump, Allison admired the view up close. The way his back curved, dipped and stretched muscles over his frame. It was easy to imagine that this was more than just a simple massage.
No. It was very, very easy to think that this was the way a wife would help ease her husband’s strains of the day before turning him over and giving him the ride of his life.
Her hands stilled over the small of his back, the newly warmed oil pooling in the dip it formed. She knew as soon as her hands touched his skin it would be the end of her. All those months of trying to suppress her desires for the man beneath her would be for naught.
‘But isn’t that the real reason why you came back to him,’ her mind countered.
Taking a deep breath, closing her eyes, her hands tentatively touched the smooth expanse of tanned skin on offer. Exhibiting a life of their own, her hands traversed his back, her mind detailing the moans he gave off.
A loud moan rumbled from deep within his chest. He was officially in heaven, her talent for being a doctor is one of the things which drew him to her, but this, this was an entirely different talent which deserved a new appreciation.
How he longed to have her hands run the length of his upper body, long fingers playing with the sparse greying hair on his chest.
Oh how he longed for her fingers to trace the muscles on his stomach teasing them to follow to his jeans and watching them disappear beneath the denim band reaching inside his boxers……
“Oh God!” he moaned.
Allison smiled, with every stoke of her hands kneading his tense muscles she felt him relax further as she managed to make several passes over his back, targeting a particularly tight group just below his right shoulder blade before gliding her hands to the small of his back.
Spreading her hands wide, she concentrated her fingers along his sides while her thumbs worked their way up his spine, individually locating each vertebra as she went caressing each individual bone up to his neck.
With each pass of her hands House’s arousal pressed insistently into the mattress, making him squirm beneath her, in turn allowing her to grind and rub her core against the swell of his jean clad rear, her heat seeping through the layers of denim.
His body thrummed for release, it was bordering on the point of madness as lust and desire coursed through his veins. The feel of her perched over him was becoming unbearable as he felt her hands roam over his oiled back.
Every moan which escaped his body belonged to someone else, some other lucky bastard, leaving him merely a vessel as the animal inside struggled to break free.
He was bound to lose, and it came as no surprise when it did.
His motives would haunt him for many years to come; he was sure it would.
Allison Cameron held the position of power, dominating his prone form rising above him like some fallen angel, but in a split second all that changed. His arm shot out from underneath his pillow encircling her waist bringing her body around, effectively pinning her to the bed, his own body hovering over her.
She barely had time to sound her protest before she found herself falling into a pool of blue, searching his eyes finding intense desire and lust filling them. Allison hoped she had enough cognitive function to reflect the same, but had little time to decipher his actions before a deep growl could be heard and his lips forcing themselves on hers.
His tongue forced its way into her mouth, searching every crevice it could before finding the uniqueness which was Allison Cameron.
He could swear it was a combination of warm summer strawberries and something that could only be her and if bottled would fetch a tidy sum on the open market, but this was something that he would take to his grave. No-one would ever get to taste the sweet delights she had on offer, he was staking his claim; he would mark and brand her as his.
Only his.
Hands roamed beneath and over clothing. A large calloused hand made its way up the side of her rib cage while softer much, smaller ones traversed his jean clad rear, one making the perilous journey to the bass button to the holy grail, all the while feeling its contents being ground into her, teasing her soft core.
Her shirt fell to the floor with a sigh when his lips mouthed her neck. Jeans were tossed with a more satisfied thump, the owners knowing that they had at least reached their targeted destination.
The feel of his erection was now more pronounced out of its jean casing, it also meant satin and silk were the only remaining barriers. And if jeans didn’t put up much of a fight then these flimsy pieces of material would be no match against amorous hands.
Well that’s what House thought at least.
That was until he went for the bra.
The one thing keeping him from properly worshipping the most perfect globes of sensitised skin, to suckle on her nourish giving breasts, to feel their weight in his hands as he teased the hardened buds with his fingers, lips, teeth.
The elusive strap was found as his fingers edged its way to the middle of her back, only to find no clasp waiting for his eager digits to dislodge.
“What the hell?” he slightly turned her body in his hands.
“What’s wrong,” she whispered behind her heavy breathing.
“Are you wearing one of those seventeenth century chastity type contraptions? Cause there’s no fuckin’ clasp!”
Allison snickered.
Turning her back around to face him, he gave her a confused look.
“It’s in the front,” her voice failing to control her mirth.
“Huh?” he was confused now, he had never come across such a thing and he had had some considerable experience in removing these tricky items from lovely young womens’ chests.
“Here in the front,” she casually told him bringing her hands to the centre of the bra and gently unhooking the clip from under the small bow.
House grabbed the ends in his right hand before she peeled them away from her body.
“Allow me.”
Slowly he let the ends fall away leaving the most exquisite breast he had ever had the opportunity to witness, even the he/she model a couple of years ago held nothing compared to the all natural beauties before him.
“Wow,” was all his mind could come up with before his mouth found a hardened nub, sucking it gently in his mouth.
Arching her neck, she tried to increase the contact with his body, whimpering in response to his wicked mouth, his stubble scratching across her already sensitised skin.
She wanted to run her hands through his hair, to bring them closer together they were only one step from being as close as they physically could be.
Slowly he made his way up her to her neck, laving his tongue across her skin, suckling the sweetness he found before making his way to her lips.
Mouth agape, Allison eagerly accepted the intrusion of his tongue as they battled for dominance.
Running the strong muscle over previous explored areas and discovering new ones.
Suddenly she sucked on his tongue, momentarily freezing his movements earning her a low growl. Smiling, she snuck her slim hand between their bodies, sliding her hand inside the silky boxers grasping his cock in her smaller hand.
House broke their kiss in a gasp, dropping his head onto her shoulders groaning with each stroke of her hand on his shaft, making him harder than he had ever experienced.
“I want you,” her voice echoed into his foggy brain soft and full of sensuality.
Turning his head slightly he nipped just below her ear, goose bumps erupting over her body. With his hand, he lightly ran over her bare chest, feeling them rise even further under his fingers.
“You sure,” he asked, his voice deep, husky and sexually charged.
“Hmm mmm,” her body hummed, hips rising against his to urge him on.
He didn’t need to be told twice. Within moments they were completely naked and he was poised at her entrance.
Her heat almost at boiling point, drawing him in to her.
Slowly he plunged forward, her body arching high off the bed in response to his invasion. She felt every glorious inch of his length filling her body, her mouth hung open on a silent gasp.
House felt light headed, his eyes rolling back into his skull. She was tight, almost too tight, buried to the hilt he drew back just enough to plunge back in again.
His body not allowing him a moment to pause, it wanted more.
He wanted more.
The rhythm was brutal, hard, fast thrusts rocking the bed head against the wall in time with their movements. Her legs wrapped firmly around his lower back, heels digging into the back of his thighs. His deformed leg forgotten and he was back in medical school banging his beautiful sexy lab partner into oblivion.
But this was Allison Cameron MD, the woman who invaded his mind, heart and now his body, so it was no wonder he was inserting her image into every past sexual experience.
Her body was on overload.
His weight pressing her into the soft mattress.
His hands braced on either side of her head.
The feel of his skin sliding against hers, hot breath in her ear as he thrust into her body, feeling every nerve ending explode in a chemical mine field.
Their combined orgasms snuck up on them, building slowly they were aware but with a slight angle change she tightened around him like a vice unexpectedly, exploding with his name being screamed into the night. House muffled his shout into her neck.
Heart beats thumped in time with the other, chests heaving, determined to regain lost oxygen, bodies still riding the endorphin high.
He would blame the endorphins later but in that moment it was the last of his worries.
“Don’t leave me again,” his voice sounding small in her mind.
Rubbing her hands along his sweat and oil coated back only three words could come to mind.
“I never will.”