First Official Soup Smut
Not part of the smut drive challenge, because it would be hardly fair for me to participate in that. But I expect you all to, and here is some incentive:
Title: Three-Step
Author: merrymeerkat
Warnings: Kinky playground sex. I bet you think I'm kidding.
Rating: Really, really adult.
Summary: Cameron's got a plan, but she may not have the chance to go through with it. Possible Date Scenario. Not related to the House of Cards-verse.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, you'd see this on the show and not in a livejournal post.
Two days before The Date she decided she needed a gameplan. Just showing up and putting up with his crap and giving him longing looks over centrifuges was clearly not working.
Cameron was a firm believer in the twelve-step program, but men weren't that complicated. She broke down her probable course of action into three.
Step one: relax him. Wherever they went, whatever they did, it would have to be something that put him at ease. Keeping House off his guard was key, and nearly impossible. She knew he liked music, video games, monster trucks and soap operas, so she kept that in mind.
If she could manage that, she would move on to stage two: arouse him. That was the stage where things got tricky. If House decided to play her game, she could get out of her depth very quickly. Keeping the situation under her control would be the only way to keep the night from ending prematurely- and she had no doubts about how she wanted the night to end. At the same time, House had to be the one to make the next move.
Step three was seduction, which was like arousal but involved less clothing and more touching.
Technically she supposed there was a step four, but she wasn't going to map out the details of that just yet.
*
Cameron was planning on getting House pretty liquored up (and it was quite possible that she'd need some liquid courage herself), so she drove to his apartment and they took a cab from there. The taxi dropped them off a few blocks away; she didn't want to ruin the surprise. When they got out, she slipped her right hand into his left, glaring right back when he gave her a look.
"Standard date procedure," she said firmly, and felt his tension increase. She felt almost guilty for a moment for pushing so hard, but she knew if she didn't he'd never relax.
House started getting suspicious when she approached the two security guards at the gate of the park. She could tell by the way he subconsciously tightened his grip on her hand. He was definitely excited. Hopeful.
Or apprehensive, possibly thinking he'd have to stand for the two-hour open air concert.
He needn't have worried; she had plans for his stamina that somewhat precluded him standing for long periods of time. Cameron handed the first guard their tickets, smiling, and the other one stamped their hand- green, not red like most of the attending would get. Then he handed them each a pass on a long loop of thread. "Enjoy the show."
She could tell House was having a difficult time believing his luck. He was silent for a minute before finally giving in to his curiosity. "How did you do it? Tickets have been sold out for months!"
Cameron squeezed his hand, just to remind him that it was there and that she was in control. "I called in a favour."
"Ex-boyfriend?" he asked shrewdly.
She allowed herself an ironic smile. "Brother in law."
If they could make the relationship work at all, that wasn't going to be the last faux-pas, so she let it slide. House seemed to be struggling, at least until they passed a booth selling cotton candy and beer. After that, it was smooth sailing.
*
Two hours after the concert had finished, full of cotton candy, beer and alcohol, they were still in the park, hanging lazily about on the swings.
"I never had you pegged for a Sinatra fan."
Cameron smiled, kicking off her sandals and dragging her toes in the dirt. "My parents used to dance around the kitchen when he came on the radio," she said fondly. "Good memories."
"I did an impression of him once for a high school talent show."
Her mouth made a little 'o' of amazement. "You're kidding."
"Yes, actually. You should make that face more often."
Incredulous, she slipped her sandal half on to her foot and flung it at him. "Come on, give me something genuine to work with, here. I can't have a conversation by myself."
House had caught the sandal in his left hand and tossed it back at her feet. "Careful with that dress. You never know if I can see your panties when you do that."
Which reminded her of her original three-step plan to Seduce Dr. House. Good thing she wasn't too tipsy to give it all away just yet. "I'm not worried about that."
"Wearing granny underwear?"
Oh, if he only knew. "Find out for yourself, Mr. Curious. I have nothing to hide." And nothing on under the dress, either, but she was counting on that to work to her advantage.
"Cameron." And a tone that was suddenly serious. This was trouble. "You should run away while you still can. You don't know what I'm like. You don't know what I'll put you through."
Decidedly not the way she wanted the conversation to go, so she pretended to ignore the last part. "Run away, huh? I don't think I need much of a head start. I can quit whenever I want to."
Their faces were inches apart now, closing the gap between the swings. "That's what I said about the Vicodin, and we all know how that went down."
She knew he could probably hear the sly smile she was giving him, although he couldn't see it in the dark. "Do you think you're as addictive as the Vicodin, House?"
"I'm not even sure I hope I'm not."
She let her lips graze across his then, feather-light, and with a rush of exhaled breath House's hands were in her hair, pulling her almost painfully closer. He kissed like he practiced medicine: a kind of brilliant intensity shot through with experiment. He took her bottom lip between his teeth gently, lapped at it with his tongue for a second and slid past it, always pushing for more.
Already lightheaded from lack of oxygen, Cameron had to break the kiss when House's hand moved down from her hair tracing the outline of her breast against the fabric of her dress. She ducked her head to his neck, nipping at the flesh, then slid her hand up his left thigh, teasing lightly.
House's low moan was interrupted by a brief siren, and Cameron looked up to see the red and blue lights of a police car not far away. "You've got to be kidding me," she mumbled aloud, taking his hand. She couldn't see her sandals. "Come on, we're out past curfew, gotta hide." Out past curfew. Public parks theoretically closed at ten. It was like they were sixteen again.
"I'm only good at this game in the hospital," he informed her quietly, reaching for his cane. "See any likely spots?"
The bright beams of the flashlights were getting closer. "Yeah," she said at last, squinting and spotting what looked like a tube slide stood straight up in the sand. "Might be a tight squeeze."
She pulled him inside just in time- there was only a low entrance, meant for a child of six or so, and she couldn't imagine how difficult it had to be for House to get his leg through it, but they managed. He pulled her up against the side with him as the flashlights went past. "Feeling delinquent?"
Cameron had been counting on holding off until they had a bed for phrases like that, but evidently House had other ideas and she was definitely not going to complain. The tone of voice he was using was going straight to her head. "Maybe a little," she whispered back, taking stock of their hiding place.
It seemed to be some kind of climbing equipment, with an open top and holes cut in the red plastic sides for hand- and foot-holds. Every few feet up there was a narrow wooden board running crosswise, probably so that the tired kids didn't fall.
"How delinquent?" He backed her up against the wooden cross beam, blue eyes shining mischievously in the darkness.
"Find out for yourself," she told him breathlessly, and something had happened, this was backwards, she was supposed to be seducing him.
He kissed her again, hard this time and pressing his whole body against her, bracing his hands on the plank behind her. His jeans were rubbing against her bare calves, and the rest of her was frankly starting to get jealous. Letting one hand tangle in his hair, she drew the other down his chest, over his abdomen and cupped his erection through his jeans.
Moaning in approval, but swatting her hand away, House took another step forward, forcing Cameron to sit on the plank behind her. He had all the control now- it was all she could do to hold on as his tongue made little circles on her collarbone, as his palms rubbed gently over the hard nubs of her nipples. She braced one leg against the other side of the tube to get him closer, between her thighs.
She could definitely feel his arousal now, pressing against the inside of her leg insistently as House explored her from knees to waist. He stopped when he reached her ass and groaned, giving her ear a nip. "No panties at all, I see. Is this a habit for you or did you just have plans for tonight?"
"I might have been planning something along these lines," Cameron admitted, holding on with an arm now, too, as House stroked a long finger across her wet folds.
Somehow between them they managed to remove his belt and undo the fastenings of his jeans. Cameron slid her free hand inside his boxers, rubbing lightly. It gave her a head rush just knowing she could do this to him- reduce the sophisticated, emotionless doctor to a bundle of nerves, reactions and primal instinct. She flicked her thumb over the head of his cock just as he slipped a finger inside of her.
They both gasped, breathing unnaturally loud inside their red plastic privacy screen. She repeated the movement, capturing his lips for a minute as she stroked him.
When he added another finger, she had to let go and keep herself from falling with both hands. "God, House," she panted as he rubbed the heel of his hand against her clit. She spread her legs further, inviting more.
Instead, the delicious pressure was removed. "For tonight, it's probably okay if you call me Greg."
And all at once she felt his naked flesh pressing against her, and had to balance with both legs against the opposite side of the tube because oh, she had to get him closer. Then he pushed inside her and the world started spinning. "Greg," she called softly, breathless, the name dripping off her lips like melting chocolate.
He licked her ear before moving, bracing his right arm on one of the hand holds and supporting the small of her back with his left, his thrusts slow but deep. She tightened around him reflexively.
"Allison," he answered in the same tone, voice strained, resonating within her. Then a hand moving gently over her still-clothed nipple, a trail blazing southward down her body, hot breath in her ear. "Come for me," he whispered, punctuating the demand with the ghost of a caress against her clit.
He kissed her again as her orgasm washed over her, throbbing powerfully behind her eyelids, in her breasts, between her legs. Allison bucked against him helplessly, legs straining against the wall of their sanctuary; House ducked his mouth to her shoulder and bit her hard, heightening her pleasure and stifling his groan as he pulsed inside her.
Neither of them moved for several long minutes while their bodies rested and cooled, leaning against one another and panting.
House broke the silence first. "Do you think one of these would fit in my bedroom?"
Cameron laughed a little, nestling her head between his neck and his shoulder. "Well, you do have really high ceilings." She waited until her heart rate returned to something more normal before wincing and bringing her legs down from the side of the tube. "How much pain are you in?"
"I might break if I move."
She nodded and reached into his pocket for his Vicodin, handing him two. Watching him swallow, she said, "You're rude and abrasive, a cover for your misguided sense of nobility. You only give trust and friendship sparingly. You are bitter, misanthropic, angry, infuriating, fascinating, brilliant and handsome." She jumped down off of the plank. "Also probably feeling a little bit guilty or awkward, which you can stop right now. I know exactly what I'm getting into."
"Go find your sandals," he said, sounding a little resigned. "I'm also an old man who's up past his bedtime."
Cameron grinned at him in the darkness. "If you go to bed without a fuss, I promise to tuck you in."
"You're on."
Title: Three-Step
Author: merrymeerkat
Warnings: Kinky playground sex. I bet you think I'm kidding.
Rating: Really, really adult.
Summary: Cameron's got a plan, but she may not have the chance to go through with it. Possible Date Scenario. Not related to the House of Cards-verse.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, you'd see this on the show and not in a livejournal post.
Two days before The Date she decided she needed a gameplan. Just showing up and putting up with his crap and giving him longing looks over centrifuges was clearly not working.
Cameron was a firm believer in the twelve-step program, but men weren't that complicated. She broke down her probable course of action into three.
Step one: relax him. Wherever they went, whatever they did, it would have to be something that put him at ease. Keeping House off his guard was key, and nearly impossible. She knew he liked music, video games, monster trucks and soap operas, so she kept that in mind.
If she could manage that, she would move on to stage two: arouse him. That was the stage where things got tricky. If House decided to play her game, she could get out of her depth very quickly. Keeping the situation under her control would be the only way to keep the night from ending prematurely- and she had no doubts about how she wanted the night to end. At the same time, House had to be the one to make the next move.
Step three was seduction, which was like arousal but involved less clothing and more touching.
Technically she supposed there was a step four, but she wasn't going to map out the details of that just yet.
*
Cameron was planning on getting House pretty liquored up (and it was quite possible that she'd need some liquid courage herself), so she drove to his apartment and they took a cab from there. The taxi dropped them off a few blocks away; she didn't want to ruin the surprise. When they got out, she slipped her right hand into his left, glaring right back when he gave her a look.
"Standard date procedure," she said firmly, and felt his tension increase. She felt almost guilty for a moment for pushing so hard, but she knew if she didn't he'd never relax.
House started getting suspicious when she approached the two security guards at the gate of the park. She could tell by the way he subconsciously tightened his grip on her hand. He was definitely excited. Hopeful.
Or apprehensive, possibly thinking he'd have to stand for the two-hour open air concert.
He needn't have worried; she had plans for his stamina that somewhat precluded him standing for long periods of time. Cameron handed the first guard their tickets, smiling, and the other one stamped their hand- green, not red like most of the attending would get. Then he handed them each a pass on a long loop of thread. "Enjoy the show."
She could tell House was having a difficult time believing his luck. He was silent for a minute before finally giving in to his curiosity. "How did you do it? Tickets have been sold out for months!"
Cameron squeezed his hand, just to remind him that it was there and that she was in control. "I called in a favour."
"Ex-boyfriend?" he asked shrewdly.
She allowed herself an ironic smile. "Brother in law."
If they could make the relationship work at all, that wasn't going to be the last faux-pas, so she let it slide. House seemed to be struggling, at least until they passed a booth selling cotton candy and beer. After that, it was smooth sailing.
*
Two hours after the concert had finished, full of cotton candy, beer and alcohol, they were still in the park, hanging lazily about on the swings.
"I never had you pegged for a Sinatra fan."
Cameron smiled, kicking off her sandals and dragging her toes in the dirt. "My parents used to dance around the kitchen when he came on the radio," she said fondly. "Good memories."
"I did an impression of him once for a high school talent show."
Her mouth made a little 'o' of amazement. "You're kidding."
"Yes, actually. You should make that face more often."
Incredulous, she slipped her sandal half on to her foot and flung it at him. "Come on, give me something genuine to work with, here. I can't have a conversation by myself."
House had caught the sandal in his left hand and tossed it back at her feet. "Careful with that dress. You never know if I can see your panties when you do that."
Which reminded her of her original three-step plan to Seduce Dr. House. Good thing she wasn't too tipsy to give it all away just yet. "I'm not worried about that."
"Wearing granny underwear?"
Oh, if he only knew. "Find out for yourself, Mr. Curious. I have nothing to hide." And nothing on under the dress, either, but she was counting on that to work to her advantage.
"Cameron." And a tone that was suddenly serious. This was trouble. "You should run away while you still can. You don't know what I'm like. You don't know what I'll put you through."
Decidedly not the way she wanted the conversation to go, so she pretended to ignore the last part. "Run away, huh? I don't think I need much of a head start. I can quit whenever I want to."
Their faces were inches apart now, closing the gap between the swings. "That's what I said about the Vicodin, and we all know how that went down."
She knew he could probably hear the sly smile she was giving him, although he couldn't see it in the dark. "Do you think you're as addictive as the Vicodin, House?"
"I'm not even sure I hope I'm not."
She let her lips graze across his then, feather-light, and with a rush of exhaled breath House's hands were in her hair, pulling her almost painfully closer. He kissed like he practiced medicine: a kind of brilliant intensity shot through with experiment. He took her bottom lip between his teeth gently, lapped at it with his tongue for a second and slid past it, always pushing for more.
Already lightheaded from lack of oxygen, Cameron had to break the kiss when House's hand moved down from her hair tracing the outline of her breast against the fabric of her dress. She ducked her head to his neck, nipping at the flesh, then slid her hand up his left thigh, teasing lightly.
House's low moan was interrupted by a brief siren, and Cameron looked up to see the red and blue lights of a police car not far away. "You've got to be kidding me," she mumbled aloud, taking his hand. She couldn't see her sandals. "Come on, we're out past curfew, gotta hide." Out past curfew. Public parks theoretically closed at ten. It was like they were sixteen again.
"I'm only good at this game in the hospital," he informed her quietly, reaching for his cane. "See any likely spots?"
The bright beams of the flashlights were getting closer. "Yeah," she said at last, squinting and spotting what looked like a tube slide stood straight up in the sand. "Might be a tight squeeze."
She pulled him inside just in time- there was only a low entrance, meant for a child of six or so, and she couldn't imagine how difficult it had to be for House to get his leg through it, but they managed. He pulled her up against the side with him as the flashlights went past. "Feeling delinquent?"
Cameron had been counting on holding off until they had a bed for phrases like that, but evidently House had other ideas and she was definitely not going to complain. The tone of voice he was using was going straight to her head. "Maybe a little," she whispered back, taking stock of their hiding place.
It seemed to be some kind of climbing equipment, with an open top and holes cut in the red plastic sides for hand- and foot-holds. Every few feet up there was a narrow wooden board running crosswise, probably so that the tired kids didn't fall.
"How delinquent?" He backed her up against the wooden cross beam, blue eyes shining mischievously in the darkness.
"Find out for yourself," she told him breathlessly, and something had happened, this was backwards, she was supposed to be seducing him.
He kissed her again, hard this time and pressing his whole body against her, bracing his hands on the plank behind her. His jeans were rubbing against her bare calves, and the rest of her was frankly starting to get jealous. Letting one hand tangle in his hair, she drew the other down his chest, over his abdomen and cupped his erection through his jeans.
Moaning in approval, but swatting her hand away, House took another step forward, forcing Cameron to sit on the plank behind her. He had all the control now- it was all she could do to hold on as his tongue made little circles on her collarbone, as his palms rubbed gently over the hard nubs of her nipples. She braced one leg against the other side of the tube to get him closer, between her thighs.
She could definitely feel his arousal now, pressing against the inside of her leg insistently as House explored her from knees to waist. He stopped when he reached her ass and groaned, giving her ear a nip. "No panties at all, I see. Is this a habit for you or did you just have plans for tonight?"
"I might have been planning something along these lines," Cameron admitted, holding on with an arm now, too, as House stroked a long finger across her wet folds.
Somehow between them they managed to remove his belt and undo the fastenings of his jeans. Cameron slid her free hand inside his boxers, rubbing lightly. It gave her a head rush just knowing she could do this to him- reduce the sophisticated, emotionless doctor to a bundle of nerves, reactions and primal instinct. She flicked her thumb over the head of his cock just as he slipped a finger inside of her.
They both gasped, breathing unnaturally loud inside their red plastic privacy screen. She repeated the movement, capturing his lips for a minute as she stroked him.
When he added another finger, she had to let go and keep herself from falling with both hands. "God, House," she panted as he rubbed the heel of his hand against her clit. She spread her legs further, inviting more.
Instead, the delicious pressure was removed. "For tonight, it's probably okay if you call me Greg."
And all at once she felt his naked flesh pressing against her, and had to balance with both legs against the opposite side of the tube because oh, she had to get him closer. Then he pushed inside her and the world started spinning. "Greg," she called softly, breathless, the name dripping off her lips like melting chocolate.
He licked her ear before moving, bracing his right arm on one of the hand holds and supporting the small of her back with his left, his thrusts slow but deep. She tightened around him reflexively.
"Allison," he answered in the same tone, voice strained, resonating within her. Then a hand moving gently over her still-clothed nipple, a trail blazing southward down her body, hot breath in her ear. "Come for me," he whispered, punctuating the demand with the ghost of a caress against her clit.
He kissed her again as her orgasm washed over her, throbbing powerfully behind her eyelids, in her breasts, between her legs. Allison bucked against him helplessly, legs straining against the wall of their sanctuary; House ducked his mouth to her shoulder and bit her hard, heightening her pleasure and stifling his groan as he pulsed inside her.
Neither of them moved for several long minutes while their bodies rested and cooled, leaning against one another and panting.
House broke the silence first. "Do you think one of these would fit in my bedroom?"
Cameron laughed a little, nestling her head between his neck and his shoulder. "Well, you do have really high ceilings." She waited until her heart rate returned to something more normal before wincing and bringing her legs down from the side of the tube. "How much pain are you in?"
"I might break if I move."
She nodded and reached into his pocket for his Vicodin, handing him two. Watching him swallow, she said, "You're rude and abrasive, a cover for your misguided sense of nobility. You only give trust and friendship sparingly. You are bitter, misanthropic, angry, infuriating, fascinating, brilliant and handsome." She jumped down off of the plank. "Also probably feeling a little bit guilty or awkward, which you can stop right now. I know exactly what I'm getting into."
"Go find your sandals," he said, sounding a little resigned. "I'm also an old man who's up past his bedtime."
Cameron grinned at him in the darkness. "If you go to bed without a fuss, I promise to tuck you in."
"You're on."