[wilson/chase, house/cameron] watching is fun, right?
Ha. I know. It's taken me a while. But I promised you guys the rest of your drabbles, and I intend to deliver. So.
For: fated_addiction ♥
Prompt: wilson/chase, house/cameron watching (and a sock, but I sort of left that out. *snorts*)
Fandom: house, md
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 545
Cameron doesn’t think about how they got here. All she can focus on is House’s hand sliding further and further up her thigh, pushing the silk of her dress back and letting it spill down the side of her leg.
They sit at their table, with the heavy beat of the music pulsing through the air of the club. She contemplates for a moment how and why House would know of a place like this - dark, dank, sleazy and sweaty - but then he’s been surprising her an awful lot lately, hasn’t he? Instead, she sucks in a breath as she feels his fingers reach the top of her thigh, fingering the flimsy lace of her underwear.
His mouth is at her ear quickly and his breath is hot. “I must admit, I’m a little disappointed with your choice of underwear.”
She almost snorts, but his fingers are still moving so ohgod she can’t manage to move it from the back of her throat. “Not sexy enough?”
“There’s just too much of it.”
And she opens her mouth to reply, but he’s slipped his fingers underneath the lace and then he’s pushing inside of her and fuck, fuck she can’t even think anymore.
Her eyes close. and her eyelashes dust against her cheek as she licks at her lips. Her mouth is suddenly dry and god, he’s sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt and she can feel the base of the music pounding through her --
Then he stops. And she opens her eyes, growling. “What do you think--”
His eyes flash, and his lips curl dangerously. Slowly, he looks over to the opposite side of the club (where there’s even less light and no tables, just a mass of sweaty bodies writhing and moving) and she follows his gaze.
It doesn’t take her long to spot them. (Her eyes adjusted to the dark a long time ago). Wilson’s back is against the brick wall, his head thrown back and his bottom lip between his teeth. And in the shadows, on his knees in front of him, Chase has his cock in his mouth.
Cameron let’s out something that sounds like a sigh as she watches them and House turns back to her, his eyes darker than before. She meets his gaze and reaches out underneath the table, brushing her knuckles against his cock.
He bites back a groan as she unzips his fly, working her hand and finding his erection quickly. She slides her palm up and down his cock, and he arches into her touch.
They look back to Wilson and Chase together and their breathing becomes heavier almost on cue.
She can’t think, she swears. She can’t think. So she keeps moving and keeps watching and --
Wilson opens his eyes. Catches them watching him and Chase.
Cameron isn’t sure what she expects from him now. Embarrassment. Surprise. Desire. All she knows is that when Wilson locks eyes with her from across the club and smiles, there’s a shock that ripples all the way through her straight to her clit.
And when he winks at her, tangling his hands in Chase’s hair and pushing his mouth down on his cock harder, she almost comes.
For: fated_addiction ♥
Prompt: wilson/chase, house/cameron watching (and a sock, but I sort of left that out. *snorts*)
Fandom: house, md
Rating: nc-17
Word Count: 545
Cameron doesn’t think about how they got here. All she can focus on is House’s hand sliding further and further up her thigh, pushing the silk of her dress back and letting it spill down the side of her leg.
They sit at their table, with the heavy beat of the music pulsing through the air of the club. She contemplates for a moment how and why House would know of a place like this - dark, dank, sleazy and sweaty - but then he’s been surprising her an awful lot lately, hasn’t he? Instead, she sucks in a breath as she feels his fingers reach the top of her thigh, fingering the flimsy lace of her underwear.
His mouth is at her ear quickly and his breath is hot. “I must admit, I’m a little disappointed with your choice of underwear.”
She almost snorts, but his fingers are still moving so ohgod she can’t manage to move it from the back of her throat. “Not sexy enough?”
“There’s just too much of it.”
And she opens her mouth to reply, but he’s slipped his fingers underneath the lace and then he’s pushing inside of her and fuck, fuck she can’t even think anymore.
Her eyes close. and her eyelashes dust against her cheek as she licks at her lips. Her mouth is suddenly dry and god, he’s sliding his fingers in and out of her cunt and she can feel the base of the music pounding through her --
Then he stops. And she opens her eyes, growling. “What do you think--”
His eyes flash, and his lips curl dangerously. Slowly, he looks over to the opposite side of the club (where there’s even less light and no tables, just a mass of sweaty bodies writhing and moving) and she follows his gaze.
It doesn’t take her long to spot them. (Her eyes adjusted to the dark a long time ago). Wilson’s back is against the brick wall, his head thrown back and his bottom lip between his teeth. And in the shadows, on his knees in front of him, Chase has his cock in his mouth.
Cameron let’s out something that sounds like a sigh as she watches them and House turns back to her, his eyes darker than before. She meets his gaze and reaches out underneath the table, brushing her knuckles against his cock.
He bites back a groan as she unzips his fly, working her hand and finding his erection quickly. She slides her palm up and down his cock, and he arches into her touch.
They look back to Wilson and Chase together and their breathing becomes heavier almost on cue.
She can’t think, she swears. She can’t think. So she keeps moving and keeps watching and --
Wilson opens his eyes. Catches them watching him and Chase.
Cameron isn’t sure what she expects from him now. Embarrassment. Surprise. Desire. All she knows is that when Wilson locks eyes with her from across the club and smiles, there’s a shock that ripples all the way through her straight to her clit.
And when he winks at her, tangling his hands in Chase’s hair and pushing his mouth down on his cock harder, she almost comes.