Monday Minis: Valentine's Day: Cameron (Adult fic 2/2)
Well, that went over well.
Cameron smiled ruefully as she went into the bathroom. She knew there was no way in hell House was going to get her anything for Valentine’s Day. It just wasn’t his way and she accepted that. But she couldn’t stop herself from getting him something. That Christmas when she had gotten him a gift set the stage. And while he had given her a gift in return, she honestly didn’t expect anything today. Really. Although her heart sighed just a little, watching people at work get those surprises.
She washed and dried her hands and firmly tucked that sigh away. She had him and that was enough. More than enough.
Cameron went into the bedroom and stopped, feet rooted to the floor.
“Well?” House’s breath tickled her ear. “Aren’t you going to go look? Since we’re celebrating martyred saints and all?”
Cameron swallowed the lump in her throat and moved as if in a daze. Her hands touched the smooth wood of the box and she opened it.
She touched the golden necklace with trembling fingers and brought it up to her throat. House hooked the ends together and pressed his thumbs slowly, sensuously up the back of her neck and into her scalp before bringing his hands to her shoulders and massaging with deft movements.
Cameron splayed her fingers over the necklace, relishing in its weight. She whirled in place to face House. “You let me walk away feeling hurt knowing you had a gift for me in here?”
“You know what I am-I’m a crippled, selfish, drug addict, why does it surprise you when I act like a bastard? You know what I am.”
Cameron touched the gold chain, now warm against her skin. “I know what you are. You get it right and then you purposely fuck it up. Why?”
He averted his gaze, leaning heavily on his cane, still as a statue except statues didn’t suffer. Cameron felt the bitterness rolling off his skin in waves and pressed her index finger under his chin. “Why can’t you just accept that I love you?”
House gripped her shoulder with his free hand and the blue glare of his eyes intensified. “You keep asking for more.”
“So what if I do?” she whispered. “That doesn’t mean you have to give it.” She felt his recoil and pressed forward into the space that collided with his body, their clothes acting as a buffer that stifled her in the resultant heat.
“You almost know what you’re getting with me, House,” she singsonged. “You think you know but you don’t. You think I’m a simple line compared to your labyrinth.”
“There’s nothing simple about you,” he growled.
Cameron smiled, eyes glinting. “So what are we arguing about?”
“Hell if I know,” House said before sliding his hand down to her hip. His mouth fit over hers, his tongue entering and devouring while she gasped and pooled into sweet honey.
Cameron gripped his shoulders to anchor herself. Her mouth fastened just as urgently on his, stroking his tongue with sweet, hot licks while she dripped between her thighs and trembled with need. His body pressed even tighter against hers and she felt the hard bulge through his jeans. She wanted to claw through the fabric and suck on the salty-sweet pearls that were being wasted.
Cameron kept her grip even while House ran his hand up to her breasts and kneaded through her bra. She whimpered into his mouth and he released her, breathing heavily.
House touched the chain around her neck. “I want you wearing only that in bed.”
Her eyes darkened and she turned and stripped on her way to the bed, dropping her clothes as if they were rose petals down the aisle. She lay on top of the blanket like a sacrificial offering, legs and arms spread.
House growled, making his way to the armchair and stripped, keeping his eyes on her while she ached, vulnerable and open. Finally, he moved to the edge of the bed and leaned between her thighs. His wet tongue slid inside, probing again and again, firm to pillow-soft, his lips nibbling and tasting. Cameron gripped the blanket in fistfuls. She felt a river drawing down into his mouth. One stiff finger, then two, and the current caught fire and exploded, arching her back and strangling her lungs.
In the quiet, she lay there with deep panting breaths in the shuddering aftermath.
House grinned ferally. He slid onto the bed and lay back.
Cameron rolled and crawled lower, holding his erect cock in her hands and sucking lightly on his balls before dragging her tongue up his shaft and sucking him into steel. His hand gripped her hair and tugged her away. She stared at him just as ferally, licking her lips and sitting up.
He flung a condom at her from the night table drawer and it hit her in the chest
“Impatient?” she purred.
“Play time’s over,” he muttered, then swore as she gripped him firmly with one hand.
“Really?” Cameron fit the condom over his cock and took him into her body, relishing the renewed flutters that began again from somewhere deep inside her. He reached down and rubbed along the narrow strip of her curls as she fucked him strong and steady, and then she arched again, coming and coming, hanging on to his wild ride as he bucked and joined her, flying high.
Silence. Deep silence. Cameron lay curled against his side, sweaty and content, a lock of hair plastered to her forehead. There was no need for the blanket yet. She felt the warm press of his hand stroking her back, smoothing over her ass and back up again.
House rolled her onto her back, then laid his hand over the links that glinted from her neck. “I’m a bastard. I’m cruel. But you anchor me and I don’t know what I did to deserve it.”
Cameron laid her hand over his. “I don’t believe you have to do something to be worthy of love, House. Sometimes, you can just be. I know that’s a hard concept for you, so let’s just make it simple.” She took a deep breath and smiled into his eyes. “Happy Valentine’s Day, House.”
He exhaled. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Cameron.”
“Bastard.” Her eyes gleamed.
“Your bastard,” he murmured coming in close and nipping her bottom lip.
~End~
Notes: For those who would like to see the scale, here's a pic of the necklace with a penny:
The necklace came with a star pendant but I liked it better without. And the mirror in the box is real, I had to strategically place white cardboard so that the camera wouldn't pick up anything else.
Cameron smiled ruefully as she went into the bathroom. She knew there was no way in hell House was going to get her anything for Valentine’s Day. It just wasn’t his way and she accepted that. But she couldn’t stop herself from getting him something. That Christmas when she had gotten him a gift set the stage. And while he had given her a gift in return, she honestly didn’t expect anything today. Really. Although her heart sighed just a little, watching people at work get those surprises.
She washed and dried her hands and firmly tucked that sigh away. She had him and that was enough. More than enough.
Cameron went into the bedroom and stopped, feet rooted to the floor.
“Well?” House’s breath tickled her ear. “Aren’t you going to go look? Since we’re celebrating martyred saints and all?”
Cameron swallowed the lump in her throat and moved as if in a daze. Her hands touched the smooth wood of the box and she opened it.
She touched the golden necklace with trembling fingers and brought it up to her throat. House hooked the ends together and pressed his thumbs slowly, sensuously up the back of her neck and into her scalp before bringing his hands to her shoulders and massaging with deft movements.
Cameron splayed her fingers over the necklace, relishing in its weight. She whirled in place to face House. “You let me walk away feeling hurt knowing you had a gift for me in here?”
“You know what I am-I’m a crippled, selfish, drug addict, why does it surprise you when I act like a bastard? You know what I am.”
Cameron touched the gold chain, now warm against her skin. “I know what you are. You get it right and then you purposely fuck it up. Why?”
He averted his gaze, leaning heavily on his cane, still as a statue except statues didn’t suffer. Cameron felt the bitterness rolling off his skin in waves and pressed her index finger under his chin. “Why can’t you just accept that I love you?”
House gripped her shoulder with his free hand and the blue glare of his eyes intensified. “You keep asking for more.”
“So what if I do?” she whispered. “That doesn’t mean you have to give it.” She felt his recoil and pressed forward into the space that collided with his body, their clothes acting as a buffer that stifled her in the resultant heat.
“You almost know what you’re getting with me, House,” she singsonged. “You think you know but you don’t. You think I’m a simple line compared to your labyrinth.”
“There’s nothing simple about you,” he growled.
Cameron smiled, eyes glinting. “So what are we arguing about?”
“Hell if I know,” House said before sliding his hand down to her hip. His mouth fit over hers, his tongue entering and devouring while she gasped and pooled into sweet honey.
Cameron gripped his shoulders to anchor herself. Her mouth fastened just as urgently on his, stroking his tongue with sweet, hot licks while she dripped between her thighs and trembled with need. His body pressed even tighter against hers and she felt the hard bulge through his jeans. She wanted to claw through the fabric and suck on the salty-sweet pearls that were being wasted.
Cameron kept her grip even while House ran his hand up to her breasts and kneaded through her bra. She whimpered into his mouth and he released her, breathing heavily.
House touched the chain around her neck. “I want you wearing only that in bed.”
Her eyes darkened and she turned and stripped on her way to the bed, dropping her clothes as if they were rose petals down the aisle. She lay on top of the blanket like a sacrificial offering, legs and arms spread.
House growled, making his way to the armchair and stripped, keeping his eyes on her while she ached, vulnerable and open. Finally, he moved to the edge of the bed and leaned between her thighs. His wet tongue slid inside, probing again and again, firm to pillow-soft, his lips nibbling and tasting. Cameron gripped the blanket in fistfuls. She felt a river drawing down into his mouth. One stiff finger, then two, and the current caught fire and exploded, arching her back and strangling her lungs.
In the quiet, she lay there with deep panting breaths in the shuddering aftermath.
House grinned ferally. He slid onto the bed and lay back.
Cameron rolled and crawled lower, holding his erect cock in her hands and sucking lightly on his balls before dragging her tongue up his shaft and sucking him into steel. His hand gripped her hair and tugged her away. She stared at him just as ferally, licking her lips and sitting up.
He flung a condom at her from the night table drawer and it hit her in the chest
“Impatient?” she purred.
“Play time’s over,” he muttered, then swore as she gripped him firmly with one hand.
“Really?” Cameron fit the condom over his cock and took him into her body, relishing the renewed flutters that began again from somewhere deep inside her. He reached down and rubbed along the narrow strip of her curls as she fucked him strong and steady, and then she arched again, coming and coming, hanging on to his wild ride as he bucked and joined her, flying high.
Silence. Deep silence. Cameron lay curled against his side, sweaty and content, a lock of hair plastered to her forehead. There was no need for the blanket yet. She felt the warm press of his hand stroking her back, smoothing over her ass and back up again.
House rolled her onto her back, then laid his hand over the links that glinted from her neck. “I’m a bastard. I’m cruel. But you anchor me and I don’t know what I did to deserve it.”
Cameron laid her hand over his. “I don’t believe you have to do something to be worthy of love, House. Sometimes, you can just be. I know that’s a hard concept for you, so let’s just make it simple.” She took a deep breath and smiled into his eyes. “Happy Valentine’s Day, House.”
He exhaled. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Cameron.”
“Bastard.” Her eyes gleamed.
“Your bastard,” he murmured coming in close and nipping her bottom lip.
~End~
Notes: For those who would like to see the scale, here's a pic of the necklace with a penny:
The necklace came with a star pendant but I liked it better without. And the mirror in the box is real, I had to strategically place white cardboard so that the camera wouldn't pick up anything else.