Fic: Let's Get Pancakes
Title: Let’s Get Pancakes
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: R
Word Count: 640
Summary: Happy Birthday livlovlaugh!!! She requested an R rated story about what happened after the monster truck rally. Hope you like!
Let’s Get Pancakes
He chased her to the car. When he reached her, she was leaning against the driver’s side door, panting slightly through a flirty smile. “I win,” she said.
He advanced on her just to see what she’d do. He walked up, and stood inches from her as his hand brushed her hip to turn the key, unlocking his door. She didn’t move or flinch, just stared unrelentingly into his eyes. He started to harden. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you. She clearly wants it.’ He broke eye-contact, and looked her up and down; then stared into her gaze again. ‘It does’t matter what she thinks she wants; you need to stop her from doing anything regrettable with her aged, crippled, drug-addled BOSS. Now.’ “We better get you home,” he said.
She grabbed his t-shirt at his chest and pulled him against her as she said, “I don’t want to go home.” Now she could feel his building arousal pressed against her, and it made her more confident. Before he could recover from the shock, she pulled him even closer and slipped her tongue between his lips.
This was more than he could say no to, consequences be damned. As he kissed her back, his hands roamed over her perfect body. Then he came to his senses a bit, and pulled away. “Well let’s get pancakes then.”
“What?” she asked, breathlessly.
“Screwing your boss is like pancakes. All exciting at first, and then you’re sick of them-”
“Big engines turn your lady on, eh?” House turned to see who had interrupted him. He and Cameron had met him briefly in the pit: Dennis Anderson, driver of Gravedigger. He looked down; Cameron was still in his arms and he was still pinning her to the car. “That’s the kinda woman you don’t ever want to lose.” We winked and continued to his car. “G’night folks!”
House stared after him open-mouthed until Cameron spoke. “I don’t get sick of pancakes.”
“Everyone gets sick of pancakes, eventually.”
She started to get frustrated with the metaphors, as usual, but she certainly wasn’t ready to give up. She raised her voice, “Well it doesn’t stop people from eating pancakes, does it? Millions and millions of pancakes every day! And even if you do get sick of them, tomorrow morning you’ll be hungry a-” He cut her off with another kiss.
He brushed her hair back from her face. “You’re talking nonsense.”
“You started it.” House stared at her, his eyes tracing every inch of her face, her neck. “I want you,” she whispered.
With his arm around her waist, House simultaneously kissed Cameron’s collarbone and spun her away from the car door. “Not on the first date,” he quipped, and released her.
“You said it wasn’t a date.”
As House opened his door and sat down, he said, “Cameron, if you rub it in my face every time I make a mistake, this relationship won’t last long.” He pulled his door closed. He watched in the rear view as she stood there a moment, taking it in, then scrambled around to the passenger side.
oOoOo
Parked outside her door, House held the wheel with white knuckles and kept his eyes ahead, trying to maintain his resolve. “Good night.” Her hand on his cheek turned his head for a kiss. She massaged his tongue with hers, then pulled away, grazing his lower lip with her teeth. “Good night,” he repeated, and looked ahead again.
She kissed his earlobe, and whispered seductively, “If you were to recant that ‘not on the first date’ mistake, I wouldn’t rub your nose in it.” She opened the door and started, slowly, for her front door. She counted twelve steps before she heard his door open behind her.
FIN
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: R
Word Count: 640
Summary: Happy Birthday livlovlaugh!!! She requested an R rated story about what happened after the monster truck rally. Hope you like!
Let’s Get Pancakes
He chased her to the car. When he reached her, she was leaning against the driver’s side door, panting slightly through a flirty smile. “I win,” she said.
He advanced on her just to see what she’d do. He walked up, and stood inches from her as his hand brushed her hip to turn the key, unlocking his door. She didn’t move or flinch, just stared unrelentingly into his eyes. He started to harden. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you. She clearly wants it.’ He broke eye-contact, and looked her up and down; then stared into her gaze again. ‘It does’t matter what she thinks she wants; you need to stop her from doing anything regrettable with her aged, crippled, drug-addled BOSS. Now.’ “We better get you home,” he said.
She grabbed his t-shirt at his chest and pulled him against her as she said, “I don’t want to go home.” Now she could feel his building arousal pressed against her, and it made her more confident. Before he could recover from the shock, she pulled him even closer and slipped her tongue between his lips.
This was more than he could say no to, consequences be damned. As he kissed her back, his hands roamed over her perfect body. Then he came to his senses a bit, and pulled away. “Well let’s get pancakes then.”
“What?” she asked, breathlessly.
“Screwing your boss is like pancakes. All exciting at first, and then you’re sick of them-”
“Big engines turn your lady on, eh?” House turned to see who had interrupted him. He and Cameron had met him briefly in the pit: Dennis Anderson, driver of Gravedigger. He looked down; Cameron was still in his arms and he was still pinning her to the car. “That’s the kinda woman you don’t ever want to lose.” We winked and continued to his car. “G’night folks!”
House stared after him open-mouthed until Cameron spoke. “I don’t get sick of pancakes.”
“Everyone gets sick of pancakes, eventually.”
She started to get frustrated with the metaphors, as usual, but she certainly wasn’t ready to give up. She raised her voice, “Well it doesn’t stop people from eating pancakes, does it? Millions and millions of pancakes every day! And even if you do get sick of them, tomorrow morning you’ll be hungry a-” He cut her off with another kiss.
He brushed her hair back from her face. “You’re talking nonsense.”
“You started it.” House stared at her, his eyes tracing every inch of her face, her neck. “I want you,” she whispered.
With his arm around her waist, House simultaneously kissed Cameron’s collarbone and spun her away from the car door. “Not on the first date,” he quipped, and released her.
“You said it wasn’t a date.”
As House opened his door and sat down, he said, “Cameron, if you rub it in my face every time I make a mistake, this relationship won’t last long.” He pulled his door closed. He watched in the rear view as she stood there a moment, taking it in, then scrambled around to the passenger side.
oOoOo
Parked outside her door, House held the wheel with white knuckles and kept his eyes ahead, trying to maintain his resolve. “Good night.” Her hand on his cheek turned his head for a kiss. She massaged his tongue with hers, then pulled away, grazing his lower lip with her teeth. “Good night,” he repeated, and looked ahead again.
She kissed his earlobe, and whispered seductively, “If you were to recant that ‘not on the first date’ mistake, I wouldn’t rub your nose in it.” She opened the door and started, slowly, for her front door. She counted twelve steps before she heard his door open behind her.
FIN