[HOUSE] And It Always Comes Back to Tomorrow
And It Always Comes Back to Tomorrow
House/Cameron, R, 1265 words, "post series-4"
If we do this, it’s just me. No one else.
Of course it was on purpose, catching them. He didn’t have to throw those files away that moment; she didn’t really want to have Chase that moment.
It was on purpose.
They never speak of that afternoon, never once mentioning it and the tension over the next few weeks becomes unbearable. She still remembers the taste of his mouth and the feel of his tongue entangled with hers, and it keeps her up at night. She wants him, terribly, and Chase is only a temporary substitute. She knows that.
But how long would she have to deal with the taunts, the casual ignoring of her. Perhaps, in the end, it was a good idea that Chase broke the rules; changing the game when he developed feelings for her. The game hadn’t worked and she had been the one to lose.
“What are you still doing here?”
Cameron jumped as House slammed his cane down across the reference book she hadn’t been reading. Tossing him a look of disgust, she pushed back from the table and stood up. Ignoring him, she walked over to her belongings and began stuffing odds and ends into her bag.
“Going home alone?” he continued to persist.
“And it matters to you?” she waited for him to move out of her way. He only stepped closer.
His eyes darkened as he stepped closer, invading her personal space. “It shouldn’t. But it does.”
Cameron leaned back slightly, his urgent tone registering dimly in her mind. “You don’t want me, but no one else can have me. It isn’t fair, House.”
“Who said anything about fair? Or not wanting you for that matter? Maybe I do and maybe I don’t.”
Cameron rolled her eyes, typical House. “Good night, House.”
He grabbed her arm as she pushed past him. “If we do this, it’s just me. No one else. No Chase, no Wilson, no fancy schmancy TB doctor. Only me.”
The intensity in his gaze scared Allison, while his words sent fissions of electricity over her skin. “Your place.”
*
She doesn’t remember how they got there, where their clothes went but it was her and him. Allison and Greg and she had never felt so vulnerable. No sarcasm, no lies, just them. Naked in more ways than one.
He leaned closer, smiling against her lips. In a movement so smooth she hardly noticed, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and played with her.
Her breath caught at the sensual feel of his tongue, warm and smooth, tangling with hers.
Her sex throbbed.
He growled and sucked gently on her tongue then stopped and returned to teasing her, gliding his tongue along her lips, making her chase his tongue for another taste of him. She grabbed onto his shoulders and whimpered her frustration. Then he plunged deep, again stroking restlessly along her tongue and inside the recesses of her mouth until he broke away.
He sighed, his breathing labored. “Shall I fuck you?” he asked, forcing her chin up.
Allison blanched at his words even as they aroused her, and then to her complete horror she felt something inside her responding to the possessive way his eyes held hers.
Against her will, she nodded, her eyes pleading with her.
Something flared between them, something primal. He anchored his hands on her hips; ignoring the pain it caused his leg. Tomorrow, she might not be there but the pain would so he would deal with it tomorrow.
He stroked down her back and then along her bottom. He ran his lips along her forehead and began to move, in shallow thrusts, rhythmic and gentle.
The feeling of him sliding up inside her was perfect and she wanted more. Clenching him tighter, she started to push against him, matching his rhythm. He groaned and clutched her hips, raising her higher and thrusting deeper.
He grunted and started to plunge faster and she gasped and met each parry and thrust with ones of her own.
He shuddered, “You like this, little minx.”
His words fueled her desire, clouding her eyes with her arousal. Greg House never thought he would see something as beautiful.
He slid his hand down over her belly and then between her legs, pressing his thumb over her sex.
Oh my God. She looked into eyes hot with passion as he rubbed it into a tight knot.
He pressed his lips to hers, licking the corners of her mouth with a gentle touch.
Every inch of her skin was on fire as she exploded around him, drowning in this perfect sensation. Beneath her he tightened, his cock pressed deep inside her, his body stiff and vibrating over her. With a growl, he gave a powerful thrust and pumped inside her.
And then he collapsed over her, gathering her close as he did. When he let out a deep sigh, she wrapped her arms around him and waited.
He didn’t say anything, just reached over for his medication while she waited nervously. She half expected to be told to gather her things and leave, but he simply turned out the light and turned back to her.
He kissed her forehead as he started to drift off to sleep, “Stop thinking, we’ll work it out tomorrow.”
He was right, tomorrow always comes too quickly and she intended on enjoying this moment now.
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House/Cameron, R, 1265 words, "post series-4"
If we do this, it’s just me. No one else.
Of course it was on purpose, catching them. He didn’t have to throw those files away that moment; she didn’t really want to have Chase that moment.
It was on purpose.
They never speak of that afternoon, never once mentioning it and the tension over the next few weeks becomes unbearable. She still remembers the taste of his mouth and the feel of his tongue entangled with hers, and it keeps her up at night. She wants him, terribly, and Chase is only a temporary substitute. She knows that.
But how long would she have to deal with the taunts, the casual ignoring of her. Perhaps, in the end, it was a good idea that Chase broke the rules; changing the game when he developed feelings for her. The game hadn’t worked and she had been the one to lose.
“What are you still doing here?”
Cameron jumped as House slammed his cane down across the reference book she hadn’t been reading. Tossing him a look of disgust, she pushed back from the table and stood up. Ignoring him, she walked over to her belongings and began stuffing odds and ends into her bag.
“Going home alone?” he continued to persist.
“And it matters to you?” she waited for him to move out of her way. He only stepped closer.
His eyes darkened as he stepped closer, invading her personal space. “It shouldn’t. But it does.”
Cameron leaned back slightly, his urgent tone registering dimly in her mind. “You don’t want me, but no one else can have me. It isn’t fair, House.”
“Who said anything about fair? Or not wanting you for that matter? Maybe I do and maybe I don’t.”
Cameron rolled her eyes, typical House. “Good night, House.”
He grabbed her arm as she pushed past him. “If we do this, it’s just me. No one else. No Chase, no Wilson, no fancy schmancy TB doctor. Only me.”
The intensity in his gaze scared Allison, while his words sent fissions of electricity over her skin. “Your place.”
*
She doesn’t remember how they got there, where their clothes went but it was her and him. Allison and Greg and she had never felt so vulnerable. No sarcasm, no lies, just them. Naked in more ways than one.
He leaned closer, smiling against her lips. In a movement so smooth she hardly noticed, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and played with her.
Her breath caught at the sensual feel of his tongue, warm and smooth, tangling with hers.
Her sex throbbed.
He growled and sucked gently on her tongue then stopped and returned to teasing her, gliding his tongue along her lips, making her chase his tongue for another taste of him. She grabbed onto his shoulders and whimpered her frustration. Then he plunged deep, again stroking restlessly along her tongue and inside the recesses of her mouth until he broke away.
He sighed, his breathing labored. “Shall I fuck you?” he asked, forcing her chin up.
Allison blanched at his words even as they aroused her, and then to her complete horror she felt something inside her responding to the possessive way his eyes held hers.
Against her will, she nodded, her eyes pleading with her.
Something flared between them, something primal. He anchored his hands on her hips; ignoring the pain it caused his leg. Tomorrow, she might not be there but the pain would so he would deal with it tomorrow.
He stroked down her back and then along her bottom. He ran his lips along her forehead and began to move, in shallow thrusts, rhythmic and gentle.
The feeling of him sliding up inside her was perfect and she wanted more. Clenching him tighter, she started to push against him, matching his rhythm. He groaned and clutched her hips, raising her higher and thrusting deeper.
He grunted and started to plunge faster and she gasped and met each parry and thrust with ones of her own.
He shuddered, “You like this, little minx.”
His words fueled her desire, clouding her eyes with her arousal. Greg House never thought he would see something as beautiful.
He slid his hand down over her belly and then between her legs, pressing his thumb over her sex.
Oh my God. She looked into eyes hot with passion as he rubbed it into a tight knot.
He pressed his lips to hers, licking the corners of her mouth with a gentle touch.
Every inch of her skin was on fire as she exploded around him, drowning in this perfect sensation. Beneath her he tightened, his cock pressed deep inside her, his body stiff and vibrating over her. With a growl, he gave a powerful thrust and pumped inside her.
And then he collapsed over her, gathering her close as he did. When he let out a deep sigh, she wrapped her arms around him and waited.
He didn’t say anything, just reached over for his medication while she waited nervously. She half expected to be told to gather her things and leave, but he simply turned out the light and turned back to her.
He kissed her forehead as he started to drift off to sleep, “Stop thinking, we’ll work it out tomorrow.”
He was right, tomorrow always comes too quickly and she intended on enjoying this moment now.
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