Fic: Time Is On My Side Ch. 33
Title: Time Is On My Side
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1787
Summary: A smutty update for katej on her birthday. Darling Kate, this story has been mostly for you for a long time now. I hope you enjoy this installment, which you will see is (I think) heavily influenced by your taste, which I happen to think is unparalleled. Happy Birthday!
Chapter 33: I know
Cameron would be away for a while at the salon, and House knew exactly how he planned to spend the time. It was his first chance since the poker game to get a peek at the journal. He hoped there’d be a new entry, and he wasn’t disappointed.
He had slept in a t-shirt and boxers, and he still wore them. He grabbed the journal, piled up the pillows, and settled back into bed to read.
He quickly read through their quickie before the game. He could feel himself starting to get hard, but he knew there was hotter content ahead. Next he came to her account of the game itself.
When I came out I was dressed for poker, and I could instantly tell it was working when I saw Wilson. I should find someone to introduce him to…anyway. I could feel your eyes on me. I felt like you were proud to show me off-it was incredibly sexy. That feeling only got stronger when the rest of them showed up. I feel lame saying so, but it was just special, being so us in public. I love you.
Poker is not that fun to write about, so I will keep to the memorable highlights. My favorite parts were:
* Chase: What’s it called when you have four clubs?
You: A flush draw.
Chase: I don’t remember what that beats…?
You: That’s because it doesn’t.
* Chase being the first to run out of chips, and spending the remainder of the night in a sulk.
* Watching everyone for the tells you warned me about. They worked every time. After five minutes of that the thought occurred to me that you probably know what I’m thinking every minute of every day. That made me think of sex, and I looked up at you and caught you staring. You knew, didn’t you.
* Winnowing down everyone’s chip stack and picking them off one by one, then carefully choosing the hand to take them out on. Losers.
* But my favorite part was the end, looking into your eyes and being able to read that this was the hand, let’s just end it and get them all out of the house. Someday we should play each other to win though…I quite liked pulling all those chips over to my side of the table.
I think only Wilson and Janitor knew enough about poker to realize you were dumping your chips.
So I saw the last person off, and when I came back inside you were cleaning up which about melted me into a pile of in-love-with-you goo. I came up behind you and wrapped my arms around your waist; pressed my cheek to your back.
You said, “I can’t do this when you’re doing that.” That was exactly what I had in mind, so I slid my hands under the hem of your shirt and ran them over your skin. “Now I know your secret. Cleaning gets you hot.”
I pushed your shirt up your back, and you helped me take it off and turned to face me with the most lecherous “I win” smile on your face.
I unzipped your pants and you compliantly kicked off your shoes and clothes, and didn’t hesitate to hop up on the poker table when I pressed my index finger to your chest.
I love the way your eyes feel on me when I’m undressing, like you turn me into beautiful by not seeing any flaws. I’d say there there’s nothing sexier, but there is.
Sexier is climbing up to kneel on green felt while I slowly slide your hard cock into my tight hot pussy-beating them all at life right after we beat them all at cards. You have no idea how sexy you are. The way you hold my hips, the way you look up at me while I’m fucking you as hard and fast as I can. I love the sounds you make, the little faces you pull when it’s really good. The best part is-I don’t know why-lately when it’s hard and fast like this it just feels like I’m coming constantly. Actually so constantly that it’s hard to keep up the pace. But it works, and I just come and come and come until I feel you coming too.
Mmmm. It was amazing. It’s hot to write about it-probably has hot as it will be for you to read about it.
Reaching the end of the page, House felt the blood drain from his head. Did she know? He was too close to stop, and in fact only increased the pace of the long strokes his hand was making on his thick hard-on. He gathered his bravery and turned the page.
Yes. I know you read it.
I’ve always known…the way you feel you know something but you don’t actually check because you don’t want to be proved wrong.
Then I saw you reading it one night.
Oh. My. God.
That had to be the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me: seeing you naked with my book in hand, reading my words to you and getting off on them. Watching you fuck yourself for me. I’m dripping wet just thinking about it.
And when I get home I’m going to know you read this part too, because the room is going to smell like sex and I hope you won’t have worn yourself out because I’m going to want to fuck you instantly.
I can’t wait.
House could only gasp as he came. His arm holding the book flopped to the mattress as he gave is cock a few last lazy strokes.
She knew. Just how she had always known everything about him, known she could bag him if she waited him out. It felt like he was always trying to pay her back for how amazing she was and it would never, ever be enough.
He instantly knew he wanted to do something for her, but it had to be something big. He lay back on the bed, naked and spent, and began to scheme. Everything seemed small relative to what she’d done for him: chased him for weeks, wrote him this book.
He reached to the night stand for a tennis ball and began to throw it against the wall opposite the headboard, each time hitting the perfect spot so it would sail back to his hands. Like always, his mind emptied to work its problem-solving magic. Possible solutions began to come to him, but each was rejected as being insufficient, and a long time passed.
When the final answer came to him, it was so good he sat bolt upright in bed, caught the ball and held it. He smiled at his own brilliance. It was perfect, but it would take a lot of planning. No point even starting today.
He looked at the clock; she’d be home soon. He jumped in the shower.
oOoOoOo
House heard her car pull up, and took his position. As she walked in the door, he shoved it closed. “Hair looks good,” he said as he pushed her up against the door and kissed her urgently.
She managed to ask through the kiss, “What’s going on?”
“I want you.”
She smiled as his hand sneaked inside the low cut V of her top and into her bra to tease her nipple. “I missed you too,” she laughed. Now he was kissing her neck, and she unconsciously tipped her chin up to give him better access.
Before she knew what had happened, House had relieved her of all her clothes so that she stood in the middle of the sunlit living room in just her shoes, while he was still fully dressed. He had not stopped kissing her-her mouth, her throat, her breasts-and his hands hadn’t stopped trailing over her skin. “Over the back of the couch,” he mumbled in her ear as he sucked her earlobe between his lips.
Together the shuffled over to the sofa, and he turned her to face it and bent her over the back. She slid her hands over the soft black leather and held on tight. It was one of their favorite positions because it was easy for him to put all his weight on his left leg and just hammer into her.
House didn’t strip, but let his pants fall to his knees. He pressed into her, starting slow and shallow. He took in how perfect she was, from the shiny curls spilling onto the seat of the couch, up her perfect neck to the creamy expanse of her back-absolutely unblemished but for the small plastic birth control patch. His hands gripped her waist and he started to fuck her harder, his thumb tracing the little square.
“Cameron, do you ever want to marry me?”
He hadn’t meant to ask that. It had just slipped out, but he couldn’t feel regret when she instantly answered, “Yes,” in so matter a fact away it was clear she had taken it as a question about the future, not a proposal of marriage.
“Do you ever want to have kids with me?”
“Yes.”
He slid his hands part way up her sides and then back to her waist. “When?”
“…Whenever.”
Without thought or pause House ripped the sticky patch off her skin and tossed it aside. House never had to think twice after deciding he wanted something; he was the kind of guy who would pass a motorcycle dealer and drive home on a bike. Although he knew removing the patch wouldn’t get her pregnant today, there was something primal and erotic about knowing that now there was nothing to stop it happening. Now she was his.
She must have felt the same way, because she breathed, “Fuck that’s sexy,” and contracted around him.
House grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast as he could. In his mind the words of her journal were replaying in his mind. Lately when it’s hard and fast like this it just feels like I’m coming constantly. It worked; she went wild-shaking, spasming, and groaning below him.
He started to feel the strain in his thigh, and knew it couldn’t last forever. He rubbed the recently denuded patch of skin on her back with his thumb, and came hard and deep inside her.
Cameron maneuvered him to the bedroom and coaxed him from his clothes, and they spent a perfect Saturday in bed: cuddling, touching, talking and occasionally fucking. Every time his hand slid over her belly-and it seemed he couldn’t help himself-Cameron melted in delight. She had never felt more wanted.
More to come…
Author’s Note: This story will be wrapping up soon, possibly as little as one chapter left. You can say you want a sequel but please don’t say you don’t want it to end. It has to.
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1787
Summary: A smutty update for katej on her birthday. Darling Kate, this story has been mostly for you for a long time now. I hope you enjoy this installment, which you will see is (I think) heavily influenced by your taste, which I happen to think is unparalleled. Happy Birthday!
Chapter 33: I know
Cameron would be away for a while at the salon, and House knew exactly how he planned to spend the time. It was his first chance since the poker game to get a peek at the journal. He hoped there’d be a new entry, and he wasn’t disappointed.
He had slept in a t-shirt and boxers, and he still wore them. He grabbed the journal, piled up the pillows, and settled back into bed to read.
He quickly read through their quickie before the game. He could feel himself starting to get hard, but he knew there was hotter content ahead. Next he came to her account of the game itself.
When I came out I was dressed for poker, and I could instantly tell it was working when I saw Wilson. I should find someone to introduce him to…anyway. I could feel your eyes on me. I felt like you were proud to show me off-it was incredibly sexy. That feeling only got stronger when the rest of them showed up. I feel lame saying so, but it was just special, being so us in public. I love you.
Poker is not that fun to write about, so I will keep to the memorable highlights. My favorite parts were:
* Chase: What’s it called when you have four clubs?
You: A flush draw.
Chase: I don’t remember what that beats…?
You: That’s because it doesn’t.
* Chase being the first to run out of chips, and spending the remainder of the night in a sulk.
* Watching everyone for the tells you warned me about. They worked every time. After five minutes of that the thought occurred to me that you probably know what I’m thinking every minute of every day. That made me think of sex, and I looked up at you and caught you staring. You knew, didn’t you.
* Winnowing down everyone’s chip stack and picking them off one by one, then carefully choosing the hand to take them out on. Losers.
* But my favorite part was the end, looking into your eyes and being able to read that this was the hand, let’s just end it and get them all out of the house. Someday we should play each other to win though…I quite liked pulling all those chips over to my side of the table.
I think only Wilson and Janitor knew enough about poker to realize you were dumping your chips.
So I saw the last person off, and when I came back inside you were cleaning up which about melted me into a pile of in-love-with-you goo. I came up behind you and wrapped my arms around your waist; pressed my cheek to your back.
You said, “I can’t do this when you’re doing that.” That was exactly what I had in mind, so I slid my hands under the hem of your shirt and ran them over your skin. “Now I know your secret. Cleaning gets you hot.”
I pushed your shirt up your back, and you helped me take it off and turned to face me with the most lecherous “I win” smile on your face.
I unzipped your pants and you compliantly kicked off your shoes and clothes, and didn’t hesitate to hop up on the poker table when I pressed my index finger to your chest.
I love the way your eyes feel on me when I’m undressing, like you turn me into beautiful by not seeing any flaws. I’d say there there’s nothing sexier, but there is.
Sexier is climbing up to kneel on green felt while I slowly slide your hard cock into my tight hot pussy-beating them all at life right after we beat them all at cards. You have no idea how sexy you are. The way you hold my hips, the way you look up at me while I’m fucking you as hard and fast as I can. I love the sounds you make, the little faces you pull when it’s really good. The best part is-I don’t know why-lately when it’s hard and fast like this it just feels like I’m coming constantly. Actually so constantly that it’s hard to keep up the pace. But it works, and I just come and come and come until I feel you coming too.
Mmmm. It was amazing. It’s hot to write about it-probably has hot as it will be for you to read about it.
Reaching the end of the page, House felt the blood drain from his head. Did she know? He was too close to stop, and in fact only increased the pace of the long strokes his hand was making on his thick hard-on. He gathered his bravery and turned the page.
Yes. I know you read it.
I’ve always known…the way you feel you know something but you don’t actually check because you don’t want to be proved wrong.
Then I saw you reading it one night.
Oh. My. God.
That had to be the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to me: seeing you naked with my book in hand, reading my words to you and getting off on them. Watching you fuck yourself for me. I’m dripping wet just thinking about it.
And when I get home I’m going to know you read this part too, because the room is going to smell like sex and I hope you won’t have worn yourself out because I’m going to want to fuck you instantly.
I can’t wait.
House could only gasp as he came. His arm holding the book flopped to the mattress as he gave is cock a few last lazy strokes.
She knew. Just how she had always known everything about him, known she could bag him if she waited him out. It felt like he was always trying to pay her back for how amazing she was and it would never, ever be enough.
He instantly knew he wanted to do something for her, but it had to be something big. He lay back on the bed, naked and spent, and began to scheme. Everything seemed small relative to what she’d done for him: chased him for weeks, wrote him this book.
He reached to the night stand for a tennis ball and began to throw it against the wall opposite the headboard, each time hitting the perfect spot so it would sail back to his hands. Like always, his mind emptied to work its problem-solving magic. Possible solutions began to come to him, but each was rejected as being insufficient, and a long time passed.
When the final answer came to him, it was so good he sat bolt upright in bed, caught the ball and held it. He smiled at his own brilliance. It was perfect, but it would take a lot of planning. No point even starting today.
He looked at the clock; she’d be home soon. He jumped in the shower.
oOoOoOo
House heard her car pull up, and took his position. As she walked in the door, he shoved it closed. “Hair looks good,” he said as he pushed her up against the door and kissed her urgently.
She managed to ask through the kiss, “What’s going on?”
“I want you.”
She smiled as his hand sneaked inside the low cut V of her top and into her bra to tease her nipple. “I missed you too,” she laughed. Now he was kissing her neck, and she unconsciously tipped her chin up to give him better access.
Before she knew what had happened, House had relieved her of all her clothes so that she stood in the middle of the sunlit living room in just her shoes, while he was still fully dressed. He had not stopped kissing her-her mouth, her throat, her breasts-and his hands hadn’t stopped trailing over her skin. “Over the back of the couch,” he mumbled in her ear as he sucked her earlobe between his lips.
Together the shuffled over to the sofa, and he turned her to face it and bent her over the back. She slid her hands over the soft black leather and held on tight. It was one of their favorite positions because it was easy for him to put all his weight on his left leg and just hammer into her.
House didn’t strip, but let his pants fall to his knees. He pressed into her, starting slow and shallow. He took in how perfect she was, from the shiny curls spilling onto the seat of the couch, up her perfect neck to the creamy expanse of her back-absolutely unblemished but for the small plastic birth control patch. His hands gripped her waist and he started to fuck her harder, his thumb tracing the little square.
“Cameron, do you ever want to marry me?”
He hadn’t meant to ask that. It had just slipped out, but he couldn’t feel regret when she instantly answered, “Yes,” in so matter a fact away it was clear she had taken it as a question about the future, not a proposal of marriage.
“Do you ever want to have kids with me?”
“Yes.”
He slid his hands part way up her sides and then back to her waist. “When?”
“…Whenever.”
Without thought or pause House ripped the sticky patch off her skin and tossed it aside. House never had to think twice after deciding he wanted something; he was the kind of guy who would pass a motorcycle dealer and drive home on a bike. Although he knew removing the patch wouldn’t get her pregnant today, there was something primal and erotic about knowing that now there was nothing to stop it happening. Now she was his.
She must have felt the same way, because she breathed, “Fuck that’s sexy,” and contracted around him.
House grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and fast as he could. In his mind the words of her journal were replaying in his mind. Lately when it’s hard and fast like this it just feels like I’m coming constantly. It worked; she went wild-shaking, spasming, and groaning below him.
He started to feel the strain in his thigh, and knew it couldn’t last forever. He rubbed the recently denuded patch of skin on her back with his thumb, and came hard and deep inside her.
Cameron maneuvered him to the bedroom and coaxed him from his clothes, and they spent a perfect Saturday in bed: cuddling, touching, talking and occasionally fucking. Every time his hand slid over her belly-and it seemed he couldn’t help himself-Cameron melted in delight. She had never felt more wanted.
More to come…
Author’s Note: This story will be wrapping up soon, possibly as little as one chapter left. You can say you want a sequel but please don’t say you don’t want it to end. It has to.