Fic: I Like It
Title: I Like It
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1653
Summary: Episode specific for 4x02. Prepared as a birthday present for my darling snowrabbitses.
House let her hair slide through his hand a few inches, then wrapped the silky golden strands around his fist and took a firmer grip. Cameron moaned as he began to pull her hair harder, fuck her harder. He felt her slippery pussy fluttering around him.
“Are you coming on my dime?” He wrenched harder, making her chin tip.
“You haven’t paid yet,” she groaned. She could almost hear him smirking behind her.
“Fair enough.”
oOo
Earlier that night…
Cameron reached deep to pull an old dress from the very back of the closet. She swatted at it to eliminate the wrinkling caused by long storage. She had worn it only once, to a Halloween party in medical school. It had been paired with fuzzy black ears: instant Slutty Kitty. Now she needed it for a different costume, and she mentally congratulated herself for hanging onto it.
She tossed it on the bed and stripped to her skin.
She pulled open the lingerie drawer and rifled through the lace and silk. Nothing jumped out at her. She felt sexy standing naked in the middle of the room, and his words echoed in her mind.
The hair makes you look like a hooker. I like it.
She took a last look and closed the drawer. Call girls don’t need lingerie; it would only get in the way. She slipped the matte black satin dress over her nude skin and observed herself in the full length mirror as she closed the zipper. It only came down to midthigh. Perfect.
She slipped on shiny black stilettos and stepped close to the mirror to adjust her makeup. Heavy black mascara and bright red lipstick completed the look. She stepped back to look herself over, blew herself a kiss in the mirror. Before leaving for the bar she stopped just long enough to scribble a note to Chase.
Won’t be home tonight. -Allison
oOo
The first time had been an accident. She had no idea he went there, and when she saw him in a booth she considered turning around and walking out. Instead she pretended not to have noticed, and took a seat at the bar. She watched the bartender serving drinks and waited patiently for her turn.
Before it came, she heard his unmistakable voice beside her. “Can I buy you a drink?”
She slowly turned to meet his gaze, warning herself not to appear too excited. She took a deep, calming breath. “Yes, thank you.”
He called the bartender by name and waggled his empty scotch glass. When he came over, he gestured for her to order.
“Rum and diet coke please.”
House waited to speak again until she was about to take her first sip. “So what’s your name?”
Her eyes widened a bit as she swallowed, but she quickly caught on. “Sara Laskin.”
He smiled. “And what do you do for a living, Sara Laskin?”
Now she smiled too, starting to have fun with his little game. “I’m a grad student at Princeton. Music History.”
“Do you play an instrument?”
“I play the flute but I’m not at all accomplished.”
He took her right hand in his, and examined her fingers. Cameron felt like she was melting; his touch was so warm, so erotic. He was almost himself, but not quite. Just a bit more…accessible. She watched his hands on hers, while he watched her face. Finally he spoke. “I don’t know Sara, your hands seem very accomplished. I should know, I play the piano.”
“I-it would be great to see you play sometime.”
He let her hand slip through his fingers to land on her knee as he said, “I have a piano at home…are you busy tonight?”
She had followed him back to his place for a night of piano and torrid sex. He never broke character, never called her anything but Sara, and she knew enough to be gone before he woke up. The next day at work she was absolutely unsurprised when he didn’t mention his night with Sara to Dr. Cameron.
Subsequently they’d met each other there many times, always a new identity, a new pick up line…a new first kiss. She’d had fun with it, changing her hair or clothes or makeup to suit her character. She’d been a stewardess, a librarian, a waitress, a sorority sister, a high school teacher, a police detective, a dental hygienist, a Fortune 500 CEO. One night, wearing nothing but a mini-skirt and a tank top she’d walked right up to his booth and said in a loud, carrying voice, “Is that your motorcycle out front?”
“Yes.”
“I’d like to fuck a man with a motorcycle like that.”
He’d hurried her out the door under the heat of everyone’s stares.
Eventually anonymous sex wasn’t enough, and she ended up with Chase. She didn’t stop trying though. The night he caught her in the closet with Chase, she went to their bar in her work clothes, in hopes that he’d call her Cameron and take her home, stop all the games.
Instead when he saw her sit down, he got up and walked out. She’d never seen him there again. Somehow she knew tonight would be different. Hadn’t he asked her to come?
The hair makes you look like a hooker. I like it.
Now as she walked into the bar she looked every inch the part. She could feel the eyes of every patron on her. As she walked up to the bar and ordered a vodka martini, she couldn’t see him in the high wooden booth, but she saw his cane leaning against it. He was here.
He arrived at her side at about the same moment as her cocktail, and he dropped a 20 on the bar. “How much for the night?”
She didn’t turn, but took a slow sip of her drink. “Five hundred.”
“Fine, you’ll follow me to my place.”
House turned and walked out, and she quickly set down her drink and followed him.
oOo
Now she was bent over the back of his couch, contracting around his long hard cock-just what she’d been missing. He’d never pulled her hair before and it felt amazing…dirty…
“Am I your first customer tonight?”
The Chase issue. She didn’t answer right away, didn’t know what he’d want to hear. She decided honesty was safest. “Yes…first tonight.”
“For five hundred I should get you all to myself,” he grunted. She felt him come inside her, slide out, and collapse to pant against her back for a few moments. He released her hair and kissed her spine. “You’re mine.”
She didn’t reply, just enjoyed the feeling of him wrapped around her, possessing her. She wished she was his, wished he wanted her for more than this, but she’d take what she could get. She soaked up every touch, every second.
He stood up and wrapped his fingers around her forearm, gave her limp body a tug. “I want to fuck you in the bedroom now.”
House fell onto his bed and scooted to the center. He wasn’t erect again yet so she crawled between his knees and wrapped her lips around him. As she sucked him back to full hardness she felt her arousal dripping down her thighs. As soon as she was able she guided him into her, and began to rock above him.
She put every ounce of her energy into fucking him, bouncing hard and fast. She couldn’t even differentiate one orgasm from the next. House clutched at her hips, ramming her onto himself more forcefully, but eventually she tired and couldn’t move fast enough for him.
He rolled her onto her back and pounded into her hard, most of his weight on his left side. His hands slipped under her arms, one hand tightly gripping her shoulder, one hand sliding under her head to take a handful of her damp blonde tresses. Cameron used her bent knees to rock herself up to meet each of his powerful thrusts. Her repeated whispers of “harder” encouraged him.
Cameron was reduced to merely reacting; it was so good she couldn’t think, couldn’t see. Her head thrashed from side to side as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her slight frame. She clawed at his back; writhed under him. When she was beginning to think she’d have to say she couldn’t take anymore, he slowed down and buried himself in her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder to keep from yelling as he came.
House slumped over beside her and ran his hand over her skin, slick and sexy from their exploits. She lay still as she could and enjoyed his touch; let him use her. She was his property for the night, and even though she would desperately like more, it was far better than nothing.
His fingers traced a path over her stomach, between her breasts, and up her neck. He cradled her chin in his palm. Cameron kissed the pad of his thumb, then let it slip into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it before kissing it again. He smoothed his thumb over her lips, then pulled her close to kiss.
Cameron’s kiss was long, and soft, and wet, and when he pulled away and looked at her face-eyes still closed-he could see very clearly that she didn’t want him to stop, to ever stop.
He didn’t want to. “Cameron.” Her eyes flicked open and her lips parted in surprise. “I’ve had enough of games.”
She took a deep breath in reaction, and exhaled a severely disappointed “Oh.” She gently pulled away, thinking that was what he wanted, but he held her tightly.
“No, Cameron,” he tipped her chin up so he could look into her eyes. “You’re all I want.”
He pulled her against him and kissed her again, and she felt like he was kissing her for the first time.
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1653
Summary: Episode specific for 4x02. Prepared as a birthday present for my darling snowrabbitses.
House let her hair slide through his hand a few inches, then wrapped the silky golden strands around his fist and took a firmer grip. Cameron moaned as he began to pull her hair harder, fuck her harder. He felt her slippery pussy fluttering around him.
“Are you coming on my dime?” He wrenched harder, making her chin tip.
“You haven’t paid yet,” she groaned. She could almost hear him smirking behind her.
“Fair enough.”
oOo
Earlier that night…
Cameron reached deep to pull an old dress from the very back of the closet. She swatted at it to eliminate the wrinkling caused by long storage. She had worn it only once, to a Halloween party in medical school. It had been paired with fuzzy black ears: instant Slutty Kitty. Now she needed it for a different costume, and she mentally congratulated herself for hanging onto it.
She tossed it on the bed and stripped to her skin.
She pulled open the lingerie drawer and rifled through the lace and silk. Nothing jumped out at her. She felt sexy standing naked in the middle of the room, and his words echoed in her mind.
The hair makes you look like a hooker. I like it.
She took a last look and closed the drawer. Call girls don’t need lingerie; it would only get in the way. She slipped the matte black satin dress over her nude skin and observed herself in the full length mirror as she closed the zipper. It only came down to midthigh. Perfect.
She slipped on shiny black stilettos and stepped close to the mirror to adjust her makeup. Heavy black mascara and bright red lipstick completed the look. She stepped back to look herself over, blew herself a kiss in the mirror. Before leaving for the bar she stopped just long enough to scribble a note to Chase.
Won’t be home tonight. -Allison
oOo
The first time had been an accident. She had no idea he went there, and when she saw him in a booth she considered turning around and walking out. Instead she pretended not to have noticed, and took a seat at the bar. She watched the bartender serving drinks and waited patiently for her turn.
Before it came, she heard his unmistakable voice beside her. “Can I buy you a drink?”
She slowly turned to meet his gaze, warning herself not to appear too excited. She took a deep, calming breath. “Yes, thank you.”
He called the bartender by name and waggled his empty scotch glass. When he came over, he gestured for her to order.
“Rum and diet coke please.”
House waited to speak again until she was about to take her first sip. “So what’s your name?”
Her eyes widened a bit as she swallowed, but she quickly caught on. “Sara Laskin.”
He smiled. “And what do you do for a living, Sara Laskin?”
Now she smiled too, starting to have fun with his little game. “I’m a grad student at Princeton. Music History.”
“Do you play an instrument?”
“I play the flute but I’m not at all accomplished.”
He took her right hand in his, and examined her fingers. Cameron felt like she was melting; his touch was so warm, so erotic. He was almost himself, but not quite. Just a bit more…accessible. She watched his hands on hers, while he watched her face. Finally he spoke. “I don’t know Sara, your hands seem very accomplished. I should know, I play the piano.”
“I-it would be great to see you play sometime.”
He let her hand slip through his fingers to land on her knee as he said, “I have a piano at home…are you busy tonight?”
She had followed him back to his place for a night of piano and torrid sex. He never broke character, never called her anything but Sara, and she knew enough to be gone before he woke up. The next day at work she was absolutely unsurprised when he didn’t mention his night with Sara to Dr. Cameron.
Subsequently they’d met each other there many times, always a new identity, a new pick up line…a new first kiss. She’d had fun with it, changing her hair or clothes or makeup to suit her character. She’d been a stewardess, a librarian, a waitress, a sorority sister, a high school teacher, a police detective, a dental hygienist, a Fortune 500 CEO. One night, wearing nothing but a mini-skirt and a tank top she’d walked right up to his booth and said in a loud, carrying voice, “Is that your motorcycle out front?”
“Yes.”
“I’d like to fuck a man with a motorcycle like that.”
He’d hurried her out the door under the heat of everyone’s stares.
Eventually anonymous sex wasn’t enough, and she ended up with Chase. She didn’t stop trying though. The night he caught her in the closet with Chase, she went to their bar in her work clothes, in hopes that he’d call her Cameron and take her home, stop all the games.
Instead when he saw her sit down, he got up and walked out. She’d never seen him there again. Somehow she knew tonight would be different. Hadn’t he asked her to come?
The hair makes you look like a hooker. I like it.
Now as she walked into the bar she looked every inch the part. She could feel the eyes of every patron on her. As she walked up to the bar and ordered a vodka martini, she couldn’t see him in the high wooden booth, but she saw his cane leaning against it. He was here.
He arrived at her side at about the same moment as her cocktail, and he dropped a 20 on the bar. “How much for the night?”
She didn’t turn, but took a slow sip of her drink. “Five hundred.”
“Fine, you’ll follow me to my place.”
House turned and walked out, and she quickly set down her drink and followed him.
oOo
Now she was bent over the back of his couch, contracting around his long hard cock-just what she’d been missing. He’d never pulled her hair before and it felt amazing…dirty…
“Am I your first customer tonight?”
The Chase issue. She didn’t answer right away, didn’t know what he’d want to hear. She decided honesty was safest. “Yes…first tonight.”
“For five hundred I should get you all to myself,” he grunted. She felt him come inside her, slide out, and collapse to pant against her back for a few moments. He released her hair and kissed her spine. “You’re mine.”
She didn’t reply, just enjoyed the feeling of him wrapped around her, possessing her. She wished she was his, wished he wanted her for more than this, but she’d take what she could get. She soaked up every touch, every second.
He stood up and wrapped his fingers around her forearm, gave her limp body a tug. “I want to fuck you in the bedroom now.”
House fell onto his bed and scooted to the center. He wasn’t erect again yet so she crawled between his knees and wrapped her lips around him. As she sucked him back to full hardness she felt her arousal dripping down her thighs. As soon as she was able she guided him into her, and began to rock above him.
She put every ounce of her energy into fucking him, bouncing hard and fast. She couldn’t even differentiate one orgasm from the next. House clutched at her hips, ramming her onto himself more forcefully, but eventually she tired and couldn’t move fast enough for him.
He rolled her onto her back and pounded into her hard, most of his weight on his left side. His hands slipped under her arms, one hand tightly gripping her shoulder, one hand sliding under her head to take a handful of her damp blonde tresses. Cameron used her bent knees to rock herself up to meet each of his powerful thrusts. Her repeated whispers of “harder” encouraged him.
Cameron was reduced to merely reacting; it was so good she couldn’t think, couldn’t see. Her head thrashed from side to side as wave after wave of pleasure rocked her slight frame. She clawed at his back; writhed under him. When she was beginning to think she’d have to say she couldn’t take anymore, he slowed down and buried himself in her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder to keep from yelling as he came.
House slumped over beside her and ran his hand over her skin, slick and sexy from their exploits. She lay still as she could and enjoyed his touch; let him use her. She was his property for the night, and even though she would desperately like more, it was far better than nothing.
His fingers traced a path over her stomach, between her breasts, and up her neck. He cradled her chin in his palm. Cameron kissed the pad of his thumb, then let it slip into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it before kissing it again. He smoothed his thumb over her lips, then pulled her close to kiss.
Cameron’s kiss was long, and soft, and wet, and when he pulled away and looked at her face-eyes still closed-he could see very clearly that she didn’t want him to stop, to ever stop.
He didn’t want to. “Cameron.” Her eyes flicked open and her lips parted in surprise. “I’ve had enough of games.”
She took a deep breath in reaction, and exhaled a severely disappointed “Oh.” She gently pulled away, thinking that was what he wanted, but he held her tightly.
“No, Cameron,” he tipped her chin up so he could look into her eyes. “You’re all I want.”
He pulled her against him and kissed her again, and she felt like he was kissing her for the first time.