[chase/cameron] dress shirt
I actually wanted to make this something more than a drabble. I enjoyed playing with this idea, and playing with Chase -- so it's definitely something I think I'll have to explore later on.
For now, enjoy the sexy drabble! Yay!
For: rainsquall
Prompt: dress shirt [chase/anyone]
Fandom: house, md
Rating: r
Word Count: 277
Her fingers work quickly at the buttons on his shirt. She undos them with fervour, unbuttoning one and pulling at the collar of his shirt to expose bare chest. Her lips slide from his lips to his jaw to his neck and back to his lips again, pressing and urgent and desperate.
Chase shifts in the back seat of his car, his back pressed against the seats as Cameron lifts a leg up, over and straddles him. Her hands rest flat on his chest as she rolls her hips and grinds against him, her eyelashes fluttering with the feel of him hard and wanting underneath her.
He circles his arms around her, his hands resting at the small of her back. This is crazy, he thinks. We should be working, we should be in the lab -- but then she moans and bites down on his lower lip and all he can think about is her.
“God, Cameron...”
And her eyes are closed as she rocks against him, her fingers dancing across his chest and he aches when her fingertips brush over a nipple.
She looks at him, and he has to stop for a moment. Because she’s actually looking at him, and he wants to savour this moment for as long as he can.
She licks her lips as she reaches for the bottom of her shirt, wrapping her fingers around it. She pulls it up and over her head, and Chase is suddenly captivated by the intricate lace of her bra.
“Touch me,” she whispers, and when he reaches for her he tries to ignore how much his hands shake.
For now, enjoy the sexy drabble! Yay!
For: rainsquall
Prompt: dress shirt [chase/anyone]
Fandom: house, md
Rating: r
Word Count: 277
Her fingers work quickly at the buttons on his shirt. She undos them with fervour, unbuttoning one and pulling at the collar of his shirt to expose bare chest. Her lips slide from his lips to his jaw to his neck and back to his lips again, pressing and urgent and desperate.
Chase shifts in the back seat of his car, his back pressed against the seats as Cameron lifts a leg up, over and straddles him. Her hands rest flat on his chest as she rolls her hips and grinds against him, her eyelashes fluttering with the feel of him hard and wanting underneath her.
He circles his arms around her, his hands resting at the small of her back. This is crazy, he thinks. We should be working, we should be in the lab -- but then she moans and bites down on his lower lip and all he can think about is her.
“God, Cameron...”
And her eyes are closed as she rocks against him, her fingers dancing across his chest and he aches when her fingertips brush over a nipple.
She looks at him, and he has to stop for a moment. Because she’s actually looking at him, and he wants to savour this moment for as long as he can.
She licks her lips as she reaches for the bottom of her shirt, wrapping her fingers around it. She pulls it up and over her head, and Chase is suddenly captivated by the intricate lace of her bra.
“Touch me,” she whispers, and when he reaches for her he tries to ignore how much his hands shake.