[house/cameron/wilson] breathe in and out, calm down, in and out
Title: breathe in and out, calm down, in and out
Fandom: house, md
Characters/Pairings: cameron, house, wilson, house/cameron/wilson
Prompt: 002. addict
Word Count: 1,205
Rating: r; hard r
Summary: She does as he says (she always does what he says, he looks after her) and so she stands still in the middle of the hotel bedroom and closes her eyes.
Author's Notes: Okay, so there was a lot of other things that I could have done with this prompt, deep and clever things-- but in the end I chose to do pointless pr0n. Don’t you love me? *smirks*
For 100_situations. You can find the table here.
breathe in and out, calm down, in and out
"That, of course, is the devil's bargain of addiction: a short-term good feeling in exchange for the steady meltdown of one's life."
- Daniel Goldman
She needed them.
She wasn’t sure when it became this way, when it became a complex ‘need’ and not simply a ‘want’. When this became intense and overpowering and dangerous and something she couldn’t escape from. They were concentric circles, unending within each other, and she found herself falling more and more and unwinding faster and faster with every hour; every minute.
She needed it. And she didn’t want to escape it.
***
James’ voice is low and deep and it makes her stomach flutter. “Close your eyes.”
She does as he says (she always does what he says, he looks after her) and so she stands still in the middle of the hotel bedroom and closes her eyes. Immediately, she can hear footsteps and the rustle of material and the gasping of their breaths and she wants to open her eyes and see them.
“I know what you’re thinking.” She feels him step toward her, hears his cane tap loudly against the floor. His breath tickles across the side of her neck, and she shivers. “Keep them closed.”
She nods, and there’s a brush of fingertips on her skin, sweeping her hair to the side. A chill runs down her spine, right down to her toes, and she bites back a moan when she feels rough lips press to the skin at the base of her neck. She breathes and tries to hold herself still as the lips (she isn’t sure who it is, she can’t tell yet, it’s too soon) move slowly against her skin, and she can’t help but let out a soft whimper as she feels his tongue dart out and lick at her.
Then there are hands at her waist, firm and warm and holding her steady. She takes in a whiff of something strong that smells a little like wood and musk -- aftershave? -- and suddenly there are lips crashing to hers, and she melts into them. He kisses her, slow and deliberate and when his tongue sweeps across her bottom lip she moans, and he pushes his tongue into her mouth and laps at her and she wants more.
She hears a grunt behind her, and another pair of warm hands are splayed at her back, across her shoulder blades. They trail down her back slowly, and snake up her sides, and then they’re cupping her breasts through the material of her shirt and she arches her back. A thumb smoothes over her nipple and she hisses. Her eyes are still closed. “God, Greg... James...”
Allison feels a solid warmth step closer towards her, and she desperately wants to know who it is, which one of them it is. She feels him step even closer, and she reaches out a hand and touches bare skin. A bare chest. She hears him sigh and feels him shiver, and when he steps closer again, she feels his erection press against her stomach, hard and ready. She thinks she might burst.
She opens her eyes, can’t help it, and she sees James standing in front of her. He smiles at her, but his eyes are dark and hooded and her breath catches in her throat. Greg’s hands leave the swell of her breasts, and inch down to finger the hem of her blouse. She watches as James looks over her shoulder, meets Greg’s eyes as he speaks.
“I think our girl is wearing far too much clothing, Jimmy.”
James nods and he looks back at her, and his fingers grasp the top button of her blouse and he unbuttons each one slowly and together, together, they peel the material away from her skin. Deft fingers are quick to unsnap her bra, and it falls away from her in one fluid motion.
“You’re beautiful,” she hears James whisper. His voice is rough and strained and she loves that she can do that to him.
Greg’s hand flattens against her stomach, the other at the curve of her ass, and she reaches behind her and her knuckles brush his cock and he mutters her name under his breath.
Suddenly, she takes a step so the side and moves out from between them. They turn to look at her in complete unison; James looks puzzled and Greg looks frustrated and she almost laughs when the words leave her mouth.
“Touch each other,” she breathes. “I want to watch.”
It doesn’t take long, and when Greg growls, grabs the back of James’ neck and kisses him, Allison’s entire body shudders. She watches, breathing heavily, as they pull apart and Greg fists his hand in James’ hair, and pushes him down to his knees. James unzips his fly, and takes him in his mouth, fast and deep. His hands are wrapped around his thighs, and he’s sucking and sucking and Greg utters an “ohgod” and turns his head to look at Allison.
Her knees are weak.
Greg’s cock is in James’ mouth and he’s thrusting deeper and pulling at his hair as his lips move up and down and the constant motion and heavy breathing makes her head spin and her cunt throb. She wriggles out of her skirt and her underwear, lets it pool at her feet, and she walks to the bed and sits on the covers.
Her voice is breathless. “Come here.”
***
James’ cock slides in and out of her. She kisses Greg and their teeth clash. His fingers rub at her clit. Her hand is wrapped around his cock and when her thumb glides across the tip, he bucks forward and grits his teeth. James pushes deeper into her cunt as his hands grab at her breasts and pinch at her nipples and make her cry out. She rakes her nails down his back, and Greg bites down on her shoulder.
They’re a mess, a tangled mess of arms and legs and heat and lips and pain and boundaries being pushed. Allison pierces the inside of her cheek with her teeth as she comes, and she tastes blood on her tongue (mixed with the tastes of him and him, of them).
***
The steaming water runs down her body as she leans back against the cool, tiled shower wall. She closes her eyes and whimpers as the water trickles down her neck, over her shoulders. She looks down, and she is covered in marks. Red and purple and there are teeth marks on the side of her hip.
They sting and burn as the water runs over them. She winces, and knows that she can’t keep doing this. She’s exhausted, but she can’t let them go. She knows that in the end, someone will get hurt. They can’t function like this forever.
She hears the shower door open, and the steam billows out as James steps inside. “Mind if we join you?”
Over his shoulder, she sees Greg smirk. She nods.
It’s a need. She craves them, she needs them. She can’t say no, and they’ll tear her apart because of it. She’ll have to end it one day.
She sighs as James drops to his knees in front of her, and Greg strokes his cock.
But not today.
END.
Fandom: house, md
Characters/Pairings: cameron, house, wilson, house/cameron/wilson
Prompt: 002. addict
Word Count: 1,205
Rating: r; hard r
Summary: She does as he says (she always does what he says, he looks after her) and so she stands still in the middle of the hotel bedroom and closes her eyes.
Author's Notes: Okay, so there was a lot of other things that I could have done with this prompt, deep and clever things-- but in the end I chose to do pointless pr0n. Don’t you love me? *smirks*
For 100_situations. You can find the table here.
breathe in and out, calm down, in and out
"That, of course, is the devil's bargain of addiction: a short-term good feeling in exchange for the steady meltdown of one's life."
- Daniel Goldman
She needed them.
She wasn’t sure when it became this way, when it became a complex ‘need’ and not simply a ‘want’. When this became intense and overpowering and dangerous and something she couldn’t escape from. They were concentric circles, unending within each other, and she found herself falling more and more and unwinding faster and faster with every hour; every minute.
She needed it. And she didn’t want to escape it.
***
James’ voice is low and deep and it makes her stomach flutter. “Close your eyes.”
She does as he says (she always does what he says, he looks after her) and so she stands still in the middle of the hotel bedroom and closes her eyes. Immediately, she can hear footsteps and the rustle of material and the gasping of their breaths and she wants to open her eyes and see them.
“I know what you’re thinking.” She feels him step toward her, hears his cane tap loudly against the floor. His breath tickles across the side of her neck, and she shivers. “Keep them closed.”
She nods, and there’s a brush of fingertips on her skin, sweeping her hair to the side. A chill runs down her spine, right down to her toes, and she bites back a moan when she feels rough lips press to the skin at the base of her neck. She breathes and tries to hold herself still as the lips (she isn’t sure who it is, she can’t tell yet, it’s too soon) move slowly against her skin, and she can’t help but let out a soft whimper as she feels his tongue dart out and lick at her.
Then there are hands at her waist, firm and warm and holding her steady. She takes in a whiff of something strong that smells a little like wood and musk -- aftershave? -- and suddenly there are lips crashing to hers, and she melts into them. He kisses her, slow and deliberate and when his tongue sweeps across her bottom lip she moans, and he pushes his tongue into her mouth and laps at her and she wants more.
She hears a grunt behind her, and another pair of warm hands are splayed at her back, across her shoulder blades. They trail down her back slowly, and snake up her sides, and then they’re cupping her breasts through the material of her shirt and she arches her back. A thumb smoothes over her nipple and she hisses. Her eyes are still closed. “God, Greg... James...”
Allison feels a solid warmth step closer towards her, and she desperately wants to know who it is, which one of them it is. She feels him step even closer, and she reaches out a hand and touches bare skin. A bare chest. She hears him sigh and feels him shiver, and when he steps closer again, she feels his erection press against her stomach, hard and ready. She thinks she might burst.
She opens her eyes, can’t help it, and she sees James standing in front of her. He smiles at her, but his eyes are dark and hooded and her breath catches in her throat. Greg’s hands leave the swell of her breasts, and inch down to finger the hem of her blouse. She watches as James looks over her shoulder, meets Greg’s eyes as he speaks.
“I think our girl is wearing far too much clothing, Jimmy.”
James nods and he looks back at her, and his fingers grasp the top button of her blouse and he unbuttons each one slowly and together, together, they peel the material away from her skin. Deft fingers are quick to unsnap her bra, and it falls away from her in one fluid motion.
“You’re beautiful,” she hears James whisper. His voice is rough and strained and she loves that she can do that to him.
Greg’s hand flattens against her stomach, the other at the curve of her ass, and she reaches behind her and her knuckles brush his cock and he mutters her name under his breath.
Suddenly, she takes a step so the side and moves out from between them. They turn to look at her in complete unison; James looks puzzled and Greg looks frustrated and she almost laughs when the words leave her mouth.
“Touch each other,” she breathes. “I want to watch.”
It doesn’t take long, and when Greg growls, grabs the back of James’ neck and kisses him, Allison’s entire body shudders. She watches, breathing heavily, as they pull apart and Greg fists his hand in James’ hair, and pushes him down to his knees. James unzips his fly, and takes him in his mouth, fast and deep. His hands are wrapped around his thighs, and he’s sucking and sucking and Greg utters an “ohgod” and turns his head to look at Allison.
Her knees are weak.
Greg’s cock is in James’ mouth and he’s thrusting deeper and pulling at his hair as his lips move up and down and the constant motion and heavy breathing makes her head spin and her cunt throb. She wriggles out of her skirt and her underwear, lets it pool at her feet, and she walks to the bed and sits on the covers.
Her voice is breathless. “Come here.”
***
James’ cock slides in and out of her. She kisses Greg and their teeth clash. His fingers rub at her clit. Her hand is wrapped around his cock and when her thumb glides across the tip, he bucks forward and grits his teeth. James pushes deeper into her cunt as his hands grab at her breasts and pinch at her nipples and make her cry out. She rakes her nails down his back, and Greg bites down on her shoulder.
They’re a mess, a tangled mess of arms and legs and heat and lips and pain and boundaries being pushed. Allison pierces the inside of her cheek with her teeth as she comes, and she tastes blood on her tongue (mixed with the tastes of him and him, of them).
***
The steaming water runs down her body as she leans back against the cool, tiled shower wall. She closes her eyes and whimpers as the water trickles down her neck, over her shoulders. She looks down, and she is covered in marks. Red and purple and there are teeth marks on the side of her hip.
They sting and burn as the water runs over them. She winces, and knows that she can’t keep doing this. She’s exhausted, but she can’t let them go. She knows that in the end, someone will get hurt. They can’t function like this forever.
She hears the shower door open, and the steam billows out as James steps inside. “Mind if we join you?”
Over his shoulder, she sees Greg smirk. She nods.
It’s a need. She craves them, she needs them. She can’t say no, and they’ll tear her apart because of it. She’ll have to end it one day.
She sighs as James drops to his knees in front of her, and Greg strokes his cock.
But not today.
END.