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Name: wyrdsmyth
Title: Frustration
Author: Kate
Character/Paring: House/Cam
Word Count: 1320
Prompt: #34- She's got such a dirty mind and it never ever stops/And you don't taste like her and you never ever will. Block Party, Banquet
Summary: When you start something you can't finish you are bound to get a little frustrated...
Author's Notes: A 2500 word assignment, an exam I hadn't studied for, and a grand total of four CSI:NY fics and two Criminal Minds fics stood in the way of me actually getting this done on time. But it's done, finally. It didn't turn out the way I expected, and it really dosn't reference the prompt much, but there you go.
Allison Cameron awoke with a large warm hand resting on her ribcage below her breasts. The rest of his arm curled around her possessively and she could sense him behind her. He would never cuddle up to her, even in sleep, but a part of him was always touching her. To make sure she was there- and to stake his claim on her body.
She sighed and snuggled into the pillow. The alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so she closed her eyes to snatch the few minutes that remained. The recent heatwave that lead to them eschewing all the covers but the sheet that was barely covering her hips, had left her skin damp with sweat. She felt strands of hair stuck to her neck and overcame her laziness long enough to brush them off.
She shifted slightly, still not quite ready to leave her comfortable haven. But this time her movement prompted a response from the man behind her. She stilled, hoping not to awaken the beast that was House this early in the morning, but he kept moving.
Inch by inch his hand moved, stroking her skin up and down, up and down. Cameron smiled but kept her eyes closed and her body still.
She could feel every imperfection on his hand, having memorised them after long nights together. They were hands that showed the signs of use- calluses from riding his precious motorbike, from long hours spent at the piano. Unadorned fingers, beautiful, long, fingers that stoked the piano keys so beautifully as to make her cry. Fingers that, she had learned, could just as easily provoke a response from her body.
After a minute of repetitive stroking, his hand moved up her body to gently cup her right breast. His long fingers continued their slow movements. His thumb skimmed over her nipple, once, twice, then drew a series of circles around it, sending a shaft of pleasure through her body. Her nipple hardened and Cameron couldn’t prevent a sharp intake of breath.
She squirmed again, settling more comfortably into his hand. With her eyes closed there were only two things Cameron was sure of- the sound of skin rasping on skin, and the touch of his hand on her body.
His hand moved again, fingers tracing patters down her toned abdomen, growing taut under his ministrations. His palm came to rest on her hipbone, the tips of those long fingers just barely brushing against her pubic hair. He continued to stroke her skin, brushing aside the short hairs within his reach, playing with them by drawing tiny overlapping circles.
She smiled as she shivered…
The alarm on the bedside table began to beep steadily, piercing the quiet.
Cameron moved and his fingers stilled, his hand tugging her hip back towards him a little. She pulled away and reached out to shut the alarm off, opening her eyes. He moved towards her, and wrapped his arm around her waist, setting his hand back on her ribcage.
Lying back, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his penetrating blue gaze. Nearly immune, but not quite, she smirked.
A moment later she had pulled out of his embrace and was sauntering across the room to the bathroom. She felt his gaze on her naked body and shivered a little. It was time to go to work. But later… later she might just let him pick up where he left off.
House was not having a good day. The patient, while not in serious condition as of yet, was confusing him with a seemingly random set of symptoms. Wilson had refused to pay for his lunch. And damn it, he was frustrated.
The lack of release had been playing on the edge of his nerves all day. And it certainly didn’t help that Cameron smirked slyly whenever she caught him looking in her direction. All of which meant he couldn’t think. It was all of the side affects of getting high, with none of the pleasures.
It was mid afternoon, the light seeping into his office through the closed blinds. House sighed and dropped his head into his hands.
She must be punishing him for something. The last year had taught him that Dr Allison Cameron may look like an angel, but she had the mind of a daemon. Some of the things she came up with were straight out of his wildest fantasies. And some, he hadn’t even contemplated.
The door swished open and the object of his frustration walked in. She looked calm and professional, hair slicked back in a bun, and lab coat pristinely white. House snarled at her, and she grinned, walking to stand by his desk.
“The tests were negative,” she said as seriously as possible, but she couldn’t quite hide the glee in her voice.
“Then do them again.” Hardly a stellar comeback. But hey, he was off his game and it was all her fault.
She stepped around his desk and paused just shy of his chair. “Are you feeling ok?” she asked innocently. She reached out to feel his forehead with the back of her hand.
House grabbed her wrist and gave it a sharp tug- just enough to pull her off balance and tumbling into his lab. She grabbed onto him to break her fall and ended up exactly where he wanted her, in his lap, her weight- little though it was- concentrated on his left leg.
His office chair tilted precariously for a moment then stilled. Her breathing quickened, and he was pleased to notice, through the hand still encircling her writ, a corresponding jump in heartbeat. He had a perfect view straight down her blouse and took advantage of it.
Then he looked up and met her eyes. She looked a little shocked, and more than a little interested. He wondered just how far she would let him go before she pulled back. Scratch that- this time he would be doing the pulling back and she would be the one left frustrated.
He slipped a hand through her coat and found the skin hidden inside. Warm and oh so smooth. She gasped but kept her eyes locked on hers. Now it was a battle of wills. How much could he get her to react? And who would break the eye contact first?
She squirmed as he hit a sensitive spot and another slow smile spread across her face.
House leaned forward and sniffed her hair possessively…
Just as the pager on her hip began vibrating and a sharp beeping reached his ears. A moment later his own paper lit up and began rattling on his desk.
She extracted herself as carefully and quickly as she could and was up and running a moment later, her dark hair streaming behind her as she flew down the hall. Feeling bereft, he grabbed his cane and pulled himself out of his seat.
This had better be damn good or someone was going to pay.
Sometime before dawn two days later he managed to fit the key in his door and they stumbled in. She continued down the hall as he slammed the door shut and flipped the lock. God, they both thought, this was so much easier in college.
He followed and found her sitting on the bed, pulling her shoes off. He shucked his own and she pulled the pins out of her hair. It had cooled down some so neither one bothered to get undressed beyond that.
She lay down and squirmed to get comfortable as he crawled in beside her. Reaching out, he touched her shoulder. She leaned over and kissed him, her familiar taste, unlike anyone else, filling his mouth. She pulled away and laid her head back down on the pillow. His hand dropped to her hip.
A moment later they were both dead to the world.
Later that morning was something else entirely.
Title: Frustration
Author: Kate
Character/Paring: House/Cam
Word Count: 1320
Prompt: #34- She's got such a dirty mind and it never ever stops/And you don't taste like her and you never ever will. Block Party, Banquet
Summary: When you start something you can't finish you are bound to get a little frustrated...
Author's Notes: A 2500 word assignment, an exam I hadn't studied for, and a grand total of four CSI:NY fics and two Criminal Minds fics stood in the way of me actually getting this done on time. But it's done, finally. It didn't turn out the way I expected, and it really dosn't reference the prompt much, but there you go.
Allison Cameron awoke with a large warm hand resting on her ribcage below her breasts. The rest of his arm curled around her possessively and she could sense him behind her. He would never cuddle up to her, even in sleep, but a part of him was always touching her. To make sure she was there- and to stake his claim on her body.
She sighed and snuggled into the pillow. The alarm hadn’t gone off yet, so she closed her eyes to snatch the few minutes that remained. The recent heatwave that lead to them eschewing all the covers but the sheet that was barely covering her hips, had left her skin damp with sweat. She felt strands of hair stuck to her neck and overcame her laziness long enough to brush them off.
She shifted slightly, still not quite ready to leave her comfortable haven. But this time her movement prompted a response from the man behind her. She stilled, hoping not to awaken the beast that was House this early in the morning, but he kept moving.
Inch by inch his hand moved, stroking her skin up and down, up and down. Cameron smiled but kept her eyes closed and her body still.
She could feel every imperfection on his hand, having memorised them after long nights together. They were hands that showed the signs of use- calluses from riding his precious motorbike, from long hours spent at the piano. Unadorned fingers, beautiful, long, fingers that stoked the piano keys so beautifully as to make her cry. Fingers that, she had learned, could just as easily provoke a response from her body.
After a minute of repetitive stroking, his hand moved up her body to gently cup her right breast. His long fingers continued their slow movements. His thumb skimmed over her nipple, once, twice, then drew a series of circles around it, sending a shaft of pleasure through her body. Her nipple hardened and Cameron couldn’t prevent a sharp intake of breath.
She squirmed again, settling more comfortably into his hand. With her eyes closed there were only two things Cameron was sure of- the sound of skin rasping on skin, and the touch of his hand on her body.
His hand moved again, fingers tracing patters down her toned abdomen, growing taut under his ministrations. His palm came to rest on her hipbone, the tips of those long fingers just barely brushing against her pubic hair. He continued to stroke her skin, brushing aside the short hairs within his reach, playing with them by drawing tiny overlapping circles.
She smiled as she shivered…
The alarm on the bedside table began to beep steadily, piercing the quiet.
Cameron moved and his fingers stilled, his hand tugging her hip back towards him a little. She pulled away and reached out to shut the alarm off, opening her eyes. He moved towards her, and wrapped his arm around her waist, setting his hand back on her ribcage.
Lying back, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his penetrating blue gaze. Nearly immune, but not quite, she smirked.
A moment later she had pulled out of his embrace and was sauntering across the room to the bathroom. She felt his gaze on her naked body and shivered a little. It was time to go to work. But later… later she might just let him pick up where he left off.
House was not having a good day. The patient, while not in serious condition as of yet, was confusing him with a seemingly random set of symptoms. Wilson had refused to pay for his lunch. And damn it, he was frustrated.
The lack of release had been playing on the edge of his nerves all day. And it certainly didn’t help that Cameron smirked slyly whenever she caught him looking in her direction. All of which meant he couldn’t think. It was all of the side affects of getting high, with none of the pleasures.
It was mid afternoon, the light seeping into his office through the closed blinds. House sighed and dropped his head into his hands.
She must be punishing him for something. The last year had taught him that Dr Allison Cameron may look like an angel, but she had the mind of a daemon. Some of the things she came up with were straight out of his wildest fantasies. And some, he hadn’t even contemplated.
The door swished open and the object of his frustration walked in. She looked calm and professional, hair slicked back in a bun, and lab coat pristinely white. House snarled at her, and she grinned, walking to stand by his desk.
“The tests were negative,” she said as seriously as possible, but she couldn’t quite hide the glee in her voice.
“Then do them again.” Hardly a stellar comeback. But hey, he was off his game and it was all her fault.
She stepped around his desk and paused just shy of his chair. “Are you feeling ok?” she asked innocently. She reached out to feel his forehead with the back of her hand.
House grabbed her wrist and gave it a sharp tug- just enough to pull her off balance and tumbling into his lab. She grabbed onto him to break her fall and ended up exactly where he wanted her, in his lap, her weight- little though it was- concentrated on his left leg.
His office chair tilted precariously for a moment then stilled. Her breathing quickened, and he was pleased to notice, through the hand still encircling her writ, a corresponding jump in heartbeat. He had a perfect view straight down her blouse and took advantage of it.
Then he looked up and met her eyes. She looked a little shocked, and more than a little interested. He wondered just how far she would let him go before she pulled back. Scratch that- this time he would be doing the pulling back and she would be the one left frustrated.
He slipped a hand through her coat and found the skin hidden inside. Warm and oh so smooth. She gasped but kept her eyes locked on hers. Now it was a battle of wills. How much could he get her to react? And who would break the eye contact first?
She squirmed as he hit a sensitive spot and another slow smile spread across her face.
House leaned forward and sniffed her hair possessively…
Just as the pager on her hip began vibrating and a sharp beeping reached his ears. A moment later his own paper lit up and began rattling on his desk.
She extracted herself as carefully and quickly as she could and was up and running a moment later, her dark hair streaming behind her as she flew down the hall. Feeling bereft, he grabbed his cane and pulled himself out of his seat.
This had better be damn good or someone was going to pay.
Sometime before dawn two days later he managed to fit the key in his door and they stumbled in. She continued down the hall as he slammed the door shut and flipped the lock. God, they both thought, this was so much easier in college.
He followed and found her sitting on the bed, pulling her shoes off. He shucked his own and she pulled the pins out of her hair. It had cooled down some so neither one bothered to get undressed beyond that.
She lay down and squirmed to get comfortable as he crawled in beside her. Reaching out, he touched her shoulder. She leaned over and kissed him, her familiar taste, unlike anyone else, filling his mouth. She pulled away and laid her head back down on the pillow. His hand dropped to her hip.
A moment later they were both dead to the world.
Later that morning was something else entirely.