Fic: Time Is On My Side Ch. 32
Title: Time Is On My Side
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 935
Summary: Prepared in honor of winterwaltz, a shiny new addition to my f-list, and fabulous writer. I hope you like it! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! In this installment, House and Cameron prepare to host a poker party.
Chapter 32: Appetizers
House walked up behind Cameron and put his hand on the small of her back. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. That kind of physical attention from him always served better than a dozen verbal I love you’s. He didn’t have to tell her what she meant to him because he showed it every minute. “What the hell are those,” he asked.
“Asian chicken salad lettuce wraps.”
He leaned on the counter so he could watch her fill the lettuce. “I said poker food.”
“Doyle Brunson didn’t have a chapter on appetizers, so I used my judgment.”
He shook his head in feigned disapproval. “What else have you got?”
“Beer-”
“I want scotch,” he interrupted.
“That’s fine, there’s going to be other people here,” she answered, amused. “Onion rings, mini pizzas, hot wings-”
“What kind of hot wings?”
“You know, um…Frank’s Red Hot, blue cheese dressing…”
“You did good.” He reached out and took a lettuce wrap from her tray.
Cameron smiled. She didn’t need his approval, but it felt amazing every time he complimented her. “Don’t eat them all, they’ll be here soon.” She set the last wrap on the tray, and wrapped it with plastic wrap as he watched. She placed them in the fridge, and as she closed it he turned her by her arm, pressing her against the fridge for a long, hot kiss.
He pulled away, leaving her breathless for a moment. “Oh really,” she asked.
“Yeah.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Now?”
“Now.”
She glanced at the clock over the stove. “Seriously, they’re going to be here…” He gave her a penetrating look. She grinned. “It gets you when they come over, doesn’t it. Having them see us together…”
He didn’t answer, just took her by the wrist and dragged a giggling Cameron from the kitchen.
They stripped quickly. When Cameron was down to her pink panties he was already lying on the bed, and he pulled her roughly to him.
He leaned up on his elbow and ran his hand up her leg, then cupped her through her warm, damp panties. “Already so wet,” he murmurs as he pushes the fabric between her lips.
“Mmhmm,” she moans as his fingers trace up and down on the fabric, circling her clit. Now one finger slipped around her panties to touch her, bare. She gasped, and whispered, “We don’t have time for this…”
“We always have time for this.” House was naturally an experimentalist, and his exhaustive study of her climaxes had shown that a few minutes of warm up now would save a lot of time later.
He continued to touch her. He loved watching her reaction; watching what he did to her. Now her panties were mostly pushed aside; only occasionally did he stroke her through the wet satin. He grinned when she groaned through gritted teeth, “You have to fuck me now.”
House guided her to kneel at the edge of the bed, while he stood behind her. “Spread your knees further,” he directed. He bent down and ran his tongue so it slipped under the edge of her underwear. He licked her through the wet fabric, mouthing her clit and making her moan. Then she shivered as he took the garment in his teeth and pulled it down to mid-thigh.
House licked the denuded flesh, and she moaned, “Already so close.”
“I know.” He positioned himself at her entrance. In three strokes he had slammed into her fully, so now his body hit her backside audibly with each thrust. Cameron gripped the sheets tightly and rocked herself back forcibly to meet him each time.
House licked his fingertips and smeared the wetness against her clit. He rhythmically rubbed circles as he fucked her: hard and deep and fast. “I’m close,” he groaned.
“More.”
He tried to hold off and managed for a few moments until they heard pounding on the front door. It was too much. He yelled, “Coming!” and the pounding stopped.
“Ohgod.” The thought that he just announced his orgasm to their party guests pushed Cameron over the edge. She put her hand over his on her clit, slowing his movements, holding him to her as waves of sensation hit her.
When she released his hand, he threw his clothes on as fast as possible. “Hurry out; I make a shitty hostess.” He left her to recover and dress.
House opened the door to Wilson, who greeted him with, “Took you long enough.”
“I was-”
Wilson interrupted him. “You were doing exactly what I’d be doing if I lived with her; I could hear you all the way down the hall. What are we drinking?”
House poured two scotches and handed him one. They had time for only a single sip before Cameron joined them. Their jaws dropped.
Skin tight low-rider boot cut jeans over heels revealed a tantalizing glimpse of hipbone. She wore a dark red satin top that fit her perfectly. Although their position hadn’t been too rough on her hair, she had an irresistible, slightly-tousled look. She had freshly applied red lipstick and dressed in minutes: effortlessly beautiful.
She looked from one gaping mouth to the other. “Oh, good. I was aiming for ‘distracting’ tonight.”
Wilson gulped, his eyes still trapped somewhere below her shoulders. “I think you may have overshot it.” He took a long gulp of scotch, and recovered himself. “So who are we expecting?”
House rattled off, “Blackie, Blondie, and Janitor.”
Wilson cocked his head to the side. “No Cuddy?”
House snorted. “No, she and her flesh melons will be here too.”
FIN
More to come…eventually.
If you like Time Is On My Side, you might think this story is funny: Hugh Laurie makes reference to having read my story. Thank you to snowrabbitses for writing it for me. RPF rated Adult, very very comedic.
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 935
Summary: Prepared in honor of winterwaltz, a shiny new addition to my f-list, and fabulous writer. I hope you like it! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! In this installment, House and Cameron prepare to host a poker party.
Chapter 32: Appetizers
House walked up behind Cameron and put his hand on the small of her back. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. That kind of physical attention from him always served better than a dozen verbal I love you’s. He didn’t have to tell her what she meant to him because he showed it every minute. “What the hell are those,” he asked.
“Asian chicken salad lettuce wraps.”
He leaned on the counter so he could watch her fill the lettuce. “I said poker food.”
“Doyle Brunson didn’t have a chapter on appetizers, so I used my judgment.”
He shook his head in feigned disapproval. “What else have you got?”
“Beer-”
“I want scotch,” he interrupted.
“That’s fine, there’s going to be other people here,” she answered, amused. “Onion rings, mini pizzas, hot wings-”
“What kind of hot wings?”
“You know, um…Frank’s Red Hot, blue cheese dressing…”
“You did good.” He reached out and took a lettuce wrap from her tray.
Cameron smiled. She didn’t need his approval, but it felt amazing every time he complimented her. “Don’t eat them all, they’ll be here soon.” She set the last wrap on the tray, and wrapped it with plastic wrap as he watched. She placed them in the fridge, and as she closed it he turned her by her arm, pressing her against the fridge for a long, hot kiss.
He pulled away, leaving her breathless for a moment. “Oh really,” she asked.
“Yeah.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Now?”
“Now.”
She glanced at the clock over the stove. “Seriously, they’re going to be here…” He gave her a penetrating look. She grinned. “It gets you when they come over, doesn’t it. Having them see us together…”
He didn’t answer, just took her by the wrist and dragged a giggling Cameron from the kitchen.
They stripped quickly. When Cameron was down to her pink panties he was already lying on the bed, and he pulled her roughly to him.
He leaned up on his elbow and ran his hand up her leg, then cupped her through her warm, damp panties. “Already so wet,” he murmurs as he pushes the fabric between her lips.
“Mmhmm,” she moans as his fingers trace up and down on the fabric, circling her clit. Now one finger slipped around her panties to touch her, bare. She gasped, and whispered, “We don’t have time for this…”
“We always have time for this.” House was naturally an experimentalist, and his exhaustive study of her climaxes had shown that a few minutes of warm up now would save a lot of time later.
He continued to touch her. He loved watching her reaction; watching what he did to her. Now her panties were mostly pushed aside; only occasionally did he stroke her through the wet satin. He grinned when she groaned through gritted teeth, “You have to fuck me now.”
House guided her to kneel at the edge of the bed, while he stood behind her. “Spread your knees further,” he directed. He bent down and ran his tongue so it slipped under the edge of her underwear. He licked her through the wet fabric, mouthing her clit and making her moan. Then she shivered as he took the garment in his teeth and pulled it down to mid-thigh.
House licked the denuded flesh, and she moaned, “Already so close.”
“I know.” He positioned himself at her entrance. In three strokes he had slammed into her fully, so now his body hit her backside audibly with each thrust. Cameron gripped the sheets tightly and rocked herself back forcibly to meet him each time.
House licked his fingertips and smeared the wetness against her clit. He rhythmically rubbed circles as he fucked her: hard and deep and fast. “I’m close,” he groaned.
“More.”
He tried to hold off and managed for a few moments until they heard pounding on the front door. It was too much. He yelled, “Coming!” and the pounding stopped.
“Ohgod.” The thought that he just announced his orgasm to their party guests pushed Cameron over the edge. She put her hand over his on her clit, slowing his movements, holding him to her as waves of sensation hit her.
When she released his hand, he threw his clothes on as fast as possible. “Hurry out; I make a shitty hostess.” He left her to recover and dress.
House opened the door to Wilson, who greeted him with, “Took you long enough.”
“I was-”
Wilson interrupted him. “You were doing exactly what I’d be doing if I lived with her; I could hear you all the way down the hall. What are we drinking?”
House poured two scotches and handed him one. They had time for only a single sip before Cameron joined them. Their jaws dropped.
Skin tight low-rider boot cut jeans over heels revealed a tantalizing glimpse of hipbone. She wore a dark red satin top that fit her perfectly. Although their position hadn’t been too rough on her hair, she had an irresistible, slightly-tousled look. She had freshly applied red lipstick and dressed in minutes: effortlessly beautiful.
She looked from one gaping mouth to the other. “Oh, good. I was aiming for ‘distracting’ tonight.”
Wilson gulped, his eyes still trapped somewhere below her shoulders. “I think you may have overshot it.” He took a long gulp of scotch, and recovered himself. “So who are we expecting?”
House rattled off, “Blackie, Blondie, and Janitor.”
Wilson cocked his head to the side. “No Cuddy?”
House snorted. “No, she and her flesh melons will be here too.”
FIN
More to come…eventually.
If you like Time Is On My Side, you might think this story is funny: Hugh Laurie makes reference to having read my story. Thank you to snowrabbitses for writing it for me. RPF rated Adult, very very comedic.