Things Change Pt 32/?
heres the next long part to Things Change :) smut at the end of this one too. ummmm i think thats it. enjoy! and please let me know what u think :D
Title: Things Change Pt. 32/?
Author: ZeppoGrl7
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, except Dan and Aiden.
Pairings: House/Cameron, Cameron/OC
Spoilers: assume anything from season 3
Ratings: Chpt: ADULT; Fic: R
Summary: Cameron’s return to PPTH turns her and House’s lives upside down.
Fic Theme Song: “Desperately” by Michelle Branch
Despite all of House’s groaning, he and Wilson managed to pack up his apartment by Friday afternoon. House had also spent time at Cameron’s house that week, helping to pack up Dan’s things and move it all into the garage.
For a while after they finished packing, House and Wilson sat on his couch, amongst all of the boxes, and smoked a cigar each.
“Never in my time of knowing you did I think you would ever have kids.” Wilson said randomly.
“Yeah, well, they weren’t exactly planned.” House replied, tapping his cigar over the ashtray that sat between them on the couch.
Wilson shrugged and they became silent for a while. Wilson was the one to start talking again.
“So, are you gonna marry her?”
“What?” House raised an eyebrow.
“Cameron.” Wilson said. “Are you going to marry her?”
Now it was House’s turn to shrug. “I don’t know.” He tapped his cigar again. “One thing at a time. She’s not even divorced yet.”
Disappointed that he didn’t get an answer to his question, Wilson stubbed out his cigar and stood up. “I better get going.”
“Yeah, I gotta get to Cameron’s.” House said, remaining in his seat.
“Nine tomorrow, right?” Wilson asked as he made his way to the door.
House nodded. “I suckered Foreman and Chase into helping, too, so you won’t be the only one moving stuff.”
“You’re so thoughtful.” Wilson commented sarcastically. He knew House wouldn’t help carry stuff; he’d supervise and make annoying comments about them not doing something right. “All right, see you tomorrow.”
House waved his hand slightly as a ‘goodbye’, not even bothering to turn around and watch Wilson walk out.
****
Later that night, after Aiden went to bed, House and Cameron sat in the living room with the tv on. They paid little attention to the tv as they discussed where to put House’s things.
“What about my piano?” He asked and took a sip of his scotch.
“We can put it over there.” Cameron said, pointing to a corner of the living room.
She was right, he thought. That corner was spacious and oddly bare compared to the rest of the room.
“I guess there really was a reason as to why I ended up with an obscenely large living room.” She commented, making him smile. After a moment’s thought, she asked “What about your guitars?”
“At my place I had them hanging on the wall…” he replied, silently indicating that he wanted to do the same thing in her - their - house.
She nodded. “Just make sure they’re high enough so Aiden can’t get to them.”
House looked at her as if she were being irrational; how could a kid possibly hurt himself with a guitar?
She smiled sheepishly, guilt written on her face. “When I was little, I put my foot through my dad’s guitar.”
He stared at her in horror.
“I was little. I didn’t know what I was really doing.” She explained, shrugging. “I was just playing.”
“Ok, my acoustic guitar will be up high.” He said and sighed. “Maybe so high I won’t even be able to reach it.”
Cameron smiled and reached for her glass of diet soda that sat on the coffee table. Just as she was about to take a sip, she remembered something. “Oh!”
“What?” He asked, taking another drink of his scotch.
“I forgot,” she said anxiously. “I know tomorrow’s the day you’re moving in, but I made an appointment for around 11 a.m. I should only be gone for a couple of hours.”
“What kind of appointment?” His eyes narrowed curiously.
“Oh, just a… thing.” She waved her hand dismissively. “But I can’t take Aiden with me; there’s no way he would behave for that long.”
“You picked a great day for this appointment.” House said sarcastically and downed the rest of his drink.
“I know, I’m sorry. It was the only time I could get in.” She frowned, but then smiled again. “I can bring pizza and wings home with me.”
“I guess.” He said dramatically but she knew the promise of food would be enough to make him happy.
They were quiet for a few minutes as they each were pulled into their own thoughts. House wondered what her appointment was for, and Cameron wondered about how things would be after he moved in.
“The only thing we have to deal with now is telling Aiden that you’re his dad.” She spoke up. “Preferably before we tell him that he’s going to have a little brother or sister.”
House didn’t reply, only nodded.
She became silent, too, and they watched tv for a little while before finally going to bed around 11:30 p.m.
****
The next morning House went to meet Wilson, Foreman and Chase at his apartment to load up all of his things. They made it back to Cameron’s house at around 10:30 a.m., just as Cameron was preparing to leave.
“I told Aiden to try to stay in his room so he won’t get in the way.” She told House - Wilson standing next to him - as she pulled her shoes on. “There’s fresh coffee in the kitchen if anyone wants some. I’ll bring home pizza and wings.”
House nodded and Cameron gave him a sad smile.
“I’m sorry. I have to go.” She explained. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” Leaning up, she kissed House on the cheek and then said goodbye to him and Wilson.
The two men watched as she walked outside and said goodbye to Chase and Foreman as she headed for her car.
“Where is she going?” Wilson asked, completely confused.
“An ‘appointment’.” House answered and then headed back outside. “Come on.”
It took them a while to really get started on moving his things since the first thing off the moving truck was his piano. After a lot of complaining, swearing - by Wilson, Chase and Foreman - and yelling about being careful - by House - the piano was safely inside and in its corner of the living room. Much to the annoyance of the other men, House barely helped carry anything inside; he was more of a ‘supervisor’. He directed to where his things should be placed and followed Wilson around.
“What kind of appointment - do you think - could she be at on a Saturday morning?” House asked Wilson, who was pulling a box of House’s dishes out of the truck.
“I don’t know.” Wilson grunted back, trying to get a firm grip on the box before he carried it inside. “Why didn’t you just ask her?”
“I did.” House said, leaning heavily on his cane. “She said it was just a ‘thing’.”
“What does that mean?” Wilson asked as he began walking toward the house.
“How the hell should I know?” House limped after him. “You know so much about women, I’d figured you could tell me.”
“Just because I’ve had three wives doesn’t mean I can speak their ‘language’.”
House let out an aggravated sigh.
“Sorry, House.” Wilson shook his head. “Looks like you’ll have to wait and actually ask her about it.”
House grumbled something under his breath and left Wilson to supervise Chase and Foreman.
It was almost 2pm when they were getting the last couple of things out of the trunk. House waited by the back of the truck as Wilson came back outside to help finish up the move. Something caught Wilson’s eye and his brow furrowed as he looked at the side of the road, right in front of their yard. “Did Cameron say she was going to have the pizza delivered?”
“No, why?” House asked, kicking at a stone on the driveway.
Wilson pointed at the car parked on the side of the road.
House turned to look at what Wilson was looking at and his jaw dropped; a hot blonde was closing her car door, pizza and order of wings in hand.
Wilson’s jaw dropped, too, as the blonde turned around and they both saw who it was. “Holy crap, that’s Cameron!”
House was completely speechless as she walked up the driveway and stopped in front of him.
“Should I take the silence as a good thing?” Cameron smiled, raising an eyebrow.
“What… did you do to your hair?” House asked slowly.
Her smile widened; she could tell that he liked it. “I had it put back to my natural color.”
“You’re naturally blonde?” Wilson asked, suddenly reminding House that he was there.
Cameron nodded.
“How did I not know that?” House mumbled.
Shrugging, Cameron stopped as she passed him and whispered “It’s called a Full Brazilian Wax.” Her smile turned into a sly grin and she headed inside to put the food in the kitchen.
House and Wilson followed her inside and found Foreman and Chase already in the kitchen.
“I love your hair, Cameron.” Chase said, putting a slice of pizza on a paper plate.
“You look so different!” Foreman said, speaking up before House could make a disparaging remark about Chase’s comment. Foreman moved aside so Wilson could get some food.
“Thanks, I hope different in a good way.” She laughed and went to the kitchen door. “Aiden, come get some pizza!”
Standing just inside the kitchen door, House could hear Aiden drop all of his toys and come running down the hall.
The little boy stopped short when he entered the room and stared up at his mother. “What did you do?”
House bit back a laugh as he watched Aiden stare up at her.
“My hair’s a different color now.” She explained. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s weird…” Aiden said and everybody laughed. He looked around the room at each person, wondering why they were laughing at him.
“It’s not weird, it’s different.” Cameron leaned down and picked him up. “Do you want some pizza?”
“Yes…” He answered, carefully touching her hair.
House went over and put a slice of pizza on a plate for Aiden, and then did the same for himself and Cameron. He grabbed the container of chicken wings.
“Hey, don’t bogart the wings!” Wilson said and House let him have a couple.
Cameron rolled her eyes at House, thinking she should have known to get more wings.
Wilson, Foreman and Chase left at around 4pm, after they had put all of House’s things in their appropriate rooms. House only bothered unpacking a few certain things that night - mainly clothes and some music.
The evening dragged on and House ended up watching tv on the couch while Cameron gave Aiden a bath. He surfed all of the tv channels twice before turning it off and heading into the kitchen. After pouring himself a glass of scotch, he went over and sat down at his piano. He started by playing a few little things with just one hand, laughing to himself when he heard Cameron fussing with Aiden down the hall. He spent a couple more minutes playing short tunes and moved on to some simple Beethoven, glancing up when Aiden ran into the living room, fresh and clean and wearing Spiderman pajamas.
The little boy stood quietly next to the piano bench, watching House’s fingers move as he continued to play. A moment later, House slid over to one side of the bench and Aiden happily crawled up to sit next to him. That’s how it continued on for a few minutes - House playing seamlessly from one song to the next as Aiden watched and listened.
A frazzled-looking Cameron came out to the living room and smiled at the sight. She watched House play; keeping most of his attention on the piano but would glance down at Aiden every so often. She watched Aiden pay close attention to what House was doing. Every few moments Aiden would lift his small hand as if he were going to start playing, too, but would always change his mind and pull his hand away.
The one thing that got to her was when she noticed how Aiden tilted his head, trying to hear the music better. He had run out to the living room so fast she hadn’t had time to put his hearing aids back on him. She was about to turn and go get his hearing aids when the music stopped.
House and Aiden looked at each other for a moment and then House pressed down one key. He pointed to a key and Aiden pressed down on it - same note, different octave. They did this very slowly until they had played out the tune to ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’.
Cameron hated to break up the adorable sight before her, but it was almost 8:30pm. “Bed time.” She said loudly so Aiden would be able to hear her.
Frowning, Aiden looked up at House, who gave a short nod towards Cameron, silently telling him to go to bed. Aiden let out a big dramatic sigh and slid off of the piano bench.
Cameron followed the boy to his room to tuck him in. When she returned to the living room House was back on the couch, watching a hockey game on tv. She sank down next to him on the couch and glanced at him. “I think Aiden likes the piano.”
House shrugged and took a sip of his scotch. “Maybe.”
She rolled her eyes at him; she knew he must be excited and proud on the inside. “He was just asking me about it.” That caught his attention a little more.
House kept his eyes on the tv screen, but was all ears for her.
“He asked what it was, where we got it… He was excited. I told him he could ask you all about it tomorrow.”
House only nodded but was truly happy that his son - even with his hearing problem - was so excited about music.
They sat quietly, watching the hockey game. As soon as it went to commercial, Cameron leaned over and nudged him with her elbow.
“You haven’t really said anything about my hair…” She said, wondering if he hated it.
“Why did you change it?” He asked, turning his head to look at her.
“Well… blonde is my natural color… and being pregnant, I didn’t want to have to keep putting chemicals on my head every four weeks.” She shrugged. “Now it can grow out and no one will notice.”
He studied her for a minute. “The hair makes you look like a hooker.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and smiled. “I like it.”
She tried to hold back a giggle and smiled back. “Oh yeah?” She raised an eyebrow. “I hope I’m better than a hooker.” She crawled onto his lap - keeping her weight off of his right thigh - and pulled him into a rough, passionate kiss.
Their tongues dueled against each other and his hand snaked around her to grab onto her ass. She held him to her, her one hand behind his neck, as she ran her other hand down over his chest. His fingers found the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up. They had to break their kiss so he could remove her shirt; they both panted for air.
“Way better than a hooker.” He said breathlessly, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as she ground against him. The feeling of her moving off of him snapped him back to attention, but before he could protest her actions he realized she was removing the rest of her clothes. She removed everything except her panties; he unconsciously licked his lips.
Hearing the low growl in his throat, she grinned wickedly and crawled back onto his lap. She sat up high enough for her breasts to be level with his face and slowly sank down to grind against him again.
“Jeezus,” he muttered, grabbing onto her ass again and pulling her closer.
Leaning down, Cameron kissed along his neck, trailing up to his ear. “C’mon, baby. I’m so wet for you.” She whispered and gently bit his earlobe. She was rewarded with another growl.
“I think there might be something I can do about that.” He replied, his voice low and gravelly. She was teasing him; he needed to take control.
“Mmm, I hope so.” She said, a certain innocence to her voice.
“If I do this for you, are you gonna be a good girl and do what I ask?” He asked, his fingers sliding in between her thighs. He pushed her panties to the side and let his fingertips slide into her folds.
“Oh…” She breathed, her eyes closing. She loved it when he talked to her like that.
She hadn’t answered his question, so he asked her again. “Are you gonna be a good girl?”
“Ah… yes.”
He smirked. “Well, Ally, why don’t you pull down my pants and we’ll see if I can take care of your little ‘problem’.” He withdrew his hand from between her legs and let her stand up. He undid his jeans and she pulled them down to his ankles. “That’s enough.” He said and - using his right hand to help his right leg - swung his legs up onto the couch. “Lose the panties and hop on.”
“Such a romantic.” She teased as she pushed her panties down and kicked them aside.
“If you’re not gonna behave then we can forget the whole thing.”
“No!”
“Good girl.” He nodded.
She crawled onto him and immediately brought his cock to her center, sliding the length of him against her wet folds. She moaned softly, knowing House must be getting impatient with her. The next time she slid up against him, he reached down and pushed his cock so that the tip was at her entrance. Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her down onto him roughly. They reacted at the same time; she gasped and he let out a small grunt.
“Oh, god.” She moaned, placing her hands on his chest and grinding against him.
Her movements weren’t enough for him, so he took a firmer hold on her hips and began setting the rhythm with her. He watched as her hand went up to massage her breast. Growling at her, he reached up and smacked her hand away. “Mine.” He said, pulling her down above him and biting gently on her nipple.
A gasp escaped her and he smiled against her skin.
“House…” She breathed out, getting a self-satisfied chuckle in reply.
His hand on the back of her neck, he pulled her down the rest of the way - her whole body pressed against his. He crashed his mouth against hers and kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth. Sliding his hands away from her hips, he snaked them down to grab her where her thighs met her ass.
She broke away from his mouth, gasping, as he started to pull her up against him, and then push her back down, filling her completely.
Her little moans, gasps and sighs were driving him wild; paired with the feeling of his length deep inside her, he was almost ready to explode.
“C’mon Ally baby.” He grunted.
“Oh, god.” She moaned again and clenched around him, milking him and making him moan, too.
Collapsing onto him, she let out a long, satisfied sigh.
He chuckled sleepily, his arm curling around his waist. “Will always be better than a hooker.”
She smiled. The shirt he still wore was sweaty beneath her, sticking to her as well. She lightly bit on his earlobe. “Why don’t you be a good boy and come to bed… naked,” she purred and crawled off of him.
He watched as she bent to collect her clothes. When she straightened up and began to walk away, she looked back at him.
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
Yanking his pants off from around his ankles, he grabbed his cane and followed her to their bedroom.
Next Chapter
Title: Things Change Pt. 32/?
Author: ZeppoGrl7
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, except Dan and Aiden.
Pairings: House/Cameron, Cameron/OC
Spoilers: assume anything from season 3
Ratings: Chpt: ADULT; Fic: R
Summary: Cameron’s return to PPTH turns her and House’s lives upside down.
Fic Theme Song: “Desperately” by Michelle Branch
Despite all of House’s groaning, he and Wilson managed to pack up his apartment by Friday afternoon. House had also spent time at Cameron’s house that week, helping to pack up Dan’s things and move it all into the garage.
For a while after they finished packing, House and Wilson sat on his couch, amongst all of the boxes, and smoked a cigar each.
“Never in my time of knowing you did I think you would ever have kids.” Wilson said randomly.
“Yeah, well, they weren’t exactly planned.” House replied, tapping his cigar over the ashtray that sat between them on the couch.
Wilson shrugged and they became silent for a while. Wilson was the one to start talking again.
“So, are you gonna marry her?”
“What?” House raised an eyebrow.
“Cameron.” Wilson said. “Are you going to marry her?”
Now it was House’s turn to shrug. “I don’t know.” He tapped his cigar again. “One thing at a time. She’s not even divorced yet.”
Disappointed that he didn’t get an answer to his question, Wilson stubbed out his cigar and stood up. “I better get going.”
“Yeah, I gotta get to Cameron’s.” House said, remaining in his seat.
“Nine tomorrow, right?” Wilson asked as he made his way to the door.
House nodded. “I suckered Foreman and Chase into helping, too, so you won’t be the only one moving stuff.”
“You’re so thoughtful.” Wilson commented sarcastically. He knew House wouldn’t help carry stuff; he’d supervise and make annoying comments about them not doing something right. “All right, see you tomorrow.”
House waved his hand slightly as a ‘goodbye’, not even bothering to turn around and watch Wilson walk out.
****
Later that night, after Aiden went to bed, House and Cameron sat in the living room with the tv on. They paid little attention to the tv as they discussed where to put House’s things.
“What about my piano?” He asked and took a sip of his scotch.
“We can put it over there.” Cameron said, pointing to a corner of the living room.
She was right, he thought. That corner was spacious and oddly bare compared to the rest of the room.
“I guess there really was a reason as to why I ended up with an obscenely large living room.” She commented, making him smile. After a moment’s thought, she asked “What about your guitars?”
“At my place I had them hanging on the wall…” he replied, silently indicating that he wanted to do the same thing in her - their - house.
She nodded. “Just make sure they’re high enough so Aiden can’t get to them.”
House looked at her as if she were being irrational; how could a kid possibly hurt himself with a guitar?
She smiled sheepishly, guilt written on her face. “When I was little, I put my foot through my dad’s guitar.”
He stared at her in horror.
“I was little. I didn’t know what I was really doing.” She explained, shrugging. “I was just playing.”
“Ok, my acoustic guitar will be up high.” He said and sighed. “Maybe so high I won’t even be able to reach it.”
Cameron smiled and reached for her glass of diet soda that sat on the coffee table. Just as she was about to take a sip, she remembered something. “Oh!”
“What?” He asked, taking another drink of his scotch.
“I forgot,” she said anxiously. “I know tomorrow’s the day you’re moving in, but I made an appointment for around 11 a.m. I should only be gone for a couple of hours.”
“What kind of appointment?” His eyes narrowed curiously.
“Oh, just a… thing.” She waved her hand dismissively. “But I can’t take Aiden with me; there’s no way he would behave for that long.”
“You picked a great day for this appointment.” House said sarcastically and downed the rest of his drink.
“I know, I’m sorry. It was the only time I could get in.” She frowned, but then smiled again. “I can bring pizza and wings home with me.”
“I guess.” He said dramatically but she knew the promise of food would be enough to make him happy.
They were quiet for a few minutes as they each were pulled into their own thoughts. House wondered what her appointment was for, and Cameron wondered about how things would be after he moved in.
“The only thing we have to deal with now is telling Aiden that you’re his dad.” She spoke up. “Preferably before we tell him that he’s going to have a little brother or sister.”
House didn’t reply, only nodded.
She became silent, too, and they watched tv for a little while before finally going to bed around 11:30 p.m.
****
The next morning House went to meet Wilson, Foreman and Chase at his apartment to load up all of his things. They made it back to Cameron’s house at around 10:30 a.m., just as Cameron was preparing to leave.
“I told Aiden to try to stay in his room so he won’t get in the way.” She told House - Wilson standing next to him - as she pulled her shoes on. “There’s fresh coffee in the kitchen if anyone wants some. I’ll bring home pizza and wings.”
House nodded and Cameron gave him a sad smile.
“I’m sorry. I have to go.” She explained. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” Leaning up, she kissed House on the cheek and then said goodbye to him and Wilson.
The two men watched as she walked outside and said goodbye to Chase and Foreman as she headed for her car.
“Where is she going?” Wilson asked, completely confused.
“An ‘appointment’.” House answered and then headed back outside. “Come on.”
It took them a while to really get started on moving his things since the first thing off the moving truck was his piano. After a lot of complaining, swearing - by Wilson, Chase and Foreman - and yelling about being careful - by House - the piano was safely inside and in its corner of the living room. Much to the annoyance of the other men, House barely helped carry anything inside; he was more of a ‘supervisor’. He directed to where his things should be placed and followed Wilson around.
“What kind of appointment - do you think - could she be at on a Saturday morning?” House asked Wilson, who was pulling a box of House’s dishes out of the truck.
“I don’t know.” Wilson grunted back, trying to get a firm grip on the box before he carried it inside. “Why didn’t you just ask her?”
“I did.” House said, leaning heavily on his cane. “She said it was just a ‘thing’.”
“What does that mean?” Wilson asked as he began walking toward the house.
“How the hell should I know?” House limped after him. “You know so much about women, I’d figured you could tell me.”
“Just because I’ve had three wives doesn’t mean I can speak their ‘language’.”
House let out an aggravated sigh.
“Sorry, House.” Wilson shook his head. “Looks like you’ll have to wait and actually ask her about it.”
House grumbled something under his breath and left Wilson to supervise Chase and Foreman.
It was almost 2pm when they were getting the last couple of things out of the trunk. House waited by the back of the truck as Wilson came back outside to help finish up the move. Something caught Wilson’s eye and his brow furrowed as he looked at the side of the road, right in front of their yard. “Did Cameron say she was going to have the pizza delivered?”
“No, why?” House asked, kicking at a stone on the driveway.
Wilson pointed at the car parked on the side of the road.
House turned to look at what Wilson was looking at and his jaw dropped; a hot blonde was closing her car door, pizza and order of wings in hand.
Wilson’s jaw dropped, too, as the blonde turned around and they both saw who it was. “Holy crap, that’s Cameron!”
House was completely speechless as she walked up the driveway and stopped in front of him.
“Should I take the silence as a good thing?” Cameron smiled, raising an eyebrow.
“What… did you do to your hair?” House asked slowly.
Her smile widened; she could tell that he liked it. “I had it put back to my natural color.”
“You’re naturally blonde?” Wilson asked, suddenly reminding House that he was there.
Cameron nodded.
“How did I not know that?” House mumbled.
Shrugging, Cameron stopped as she passed him and whispered “It’s called a Full Brazilian Wax.” Her smile turned into a sly grin and she headed inside to put the food in the kitchen.
House and Wilson followed her inside and found Foreman and Chase already in the kitchen.
“I love your hair, Cameron.” Chase said, putting a slice of pizza on a paper plate.
“You look so different!” Foreman said, speaking up before House could make a disparaging remark about Chase’s comment. Foreman moved aside so Wilson could get some food.
“Thanks, I hope different in a good way.” She laughed and went to the kitchen door. “Aiden, come get some pizza!”
Standing just inside the kitchen door, House could hear Aiden drop all of his toys and come running down the hall.
The little boy stopped short when he entered the room and stared up at his mother. “What did you do?”
House bit back a laugh as he watched Aiden stare up at her.
“My hair’s a different color now.” She explained. “You don’t like it?”
“It’s weird…” Aiden said and everybody laughed. He looked around the room at each person, wondering why they were laughing at him.
“It’s not weird, it’s different.” Cameron leaned down and picked him up. “Do you want some pizza?”
“Yes…” He answered, carefully touching her hair.
House went over and put a slice of pizza on a plate for Aiden, and then did the same for himself and Cameron. He grabbed the container of chicken wings.
“Hey, don’t bogart the wings!” Wilson said and House let him have a couple.
Cameron rolled her eyes at House, thinking she should have known to get more wings.
Wilson, Foreman and Chase left at around 4pm, after they had put all of House’s things in their appropriate rooms. House only bothered unpacking a few certain things that night - mainly clothes and some music.
The evening dragged on and House ended up watching tv on the couch while Cameron gave Aiden a bath. He surfed all of the tv channels twice before turning it off and heading into the kitchen. After pouring himself a glass of scotch, he went over and sat down at his piano. He started by playing a few little things with just one hand, laughing to himself when he heard Cameron fussing with Aiden down the hall. He spent a couple more minutes playing short tunes and moved on to some simple Beethoven, glancing up when Aiden ran into the living room, fresh and clean and wearing Spiderman pajamas.
The little boy stood quietly next to the piano bench, watching House’s fingers move as he continued to play. A moment later, House slid over to one side of the bench and Aiden happily crawled up to sit next to him. That’s how it continued on for a few minutes - House playing seamlessly from one song to the next as Aiden watched and listened.
A frazzled-looking Cameron came out to the living room and smiled at the sight. She watched House play; keeping most of his attention on the piano but would glance down at Aiden every so often. She watched Aiden pay close attention to what House was doing. Every few moments Aiden would lift his small hand as if he were going to start playing, too, but would always change his mind and pull his hand away.
The one thing that got to her was when she noticed how Aiden tilted his head, trying to hear the music better. He had run out to the living room so fast she hadn’t had time to put his hearing aids back on him. She was about to turn and go get his hearing aids when the music stopped.
House and Aiden looked at each other for a moment and then House pressed down one key. He pointed to a key and Aiden pressed down on it - same note, different octave. They did this very slowly until they had played out the tune to ‘Mary Had A Little Lamb’.
Cameron hated to break up the adorable sight before her, but it was almost 8:30pm. “Bed time.” She said loudly so Aiden would be able to hear her.
Frowning, Aiden looked up at House, who gave a short nod towards Cameron, silently telling him to go to bed. Aiden let out a big dramatic sigh and slid off of the piano bench.
Cameron followed the boy to his room to tuck him in. When she returned to the living room House was back on the couch, watching a hockey game on tv. She sank down next to him on the couch and glanced at him. “I think Aiden likes the piano.”
House shrugged and took a sip of his scotch. “Maybe.”
She rolled her eyes at him; she knew he must be excited and proud on the inside. “He was just asking me about it.” That caught his attention a little more.
House kept his eyes on the tv screen, but was all ears for her.
“He asked what it was, where we got it… He was excited. I told him he could ask you all about it tomorrow.”
House only nodded but was truly happy that his son - even with his hearing problem - was so excited about music.
They sat quietly, watching the hockey game. As soon as it went to commercial, Cameron leaned over and nudged him with her elbow.
“You haven’t really said anything about my hair…” She said, wondering if he hated it.
“Why did you change it?” He asked, turning his head to look at her.
“Well… blonde is my natural color… and being pregnant, I didn’t want to have to keep putting chemicals on my head every four weeks.” She shrugged. “Now it can grow out and no one will notice.”
He studied her for a minute. “The hair makes you look like a hooker.” He waggled his eyebrows at her and smiled. “I like it.”
She tried to hold back a giggle and smiled back. “Oh yeah?” She raised an eyebrow. “I hope I’m better than a hooker.” She crawled onto his lap - keeping her weight off of his right thigh - and pulled him into a rough, passionate kiss.
Their tongues dueled against each other and his hand snaked around her to grab onto her ass. She held him to her, her one hand behind his neck, as she ran her other hand down over his chest. His fingers found the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up. They had to break their kiss so he could remove her shirt; they both panted for air.
“Way better than a hooker.” He said breathlessly, leaning his head back and closing his eyes as she ground against him. The feeling of her moving off of him snapped him back to attention, but before he could protest her actions he realized she was removing the rest of her clothes. She removed everything except her panties; he unconsciously licked his lips.
Hearing the low growl in his throat, she grinned wickedly and crawled back onto his lap. She sat up high enough for her breasts to be level with his face and slowly sank down to grind against him again.
“Jeezus,” he muttered, grabbing onto her ass again and pulling her closer.
Leaning down, Cameron kissed along his neck, trailing up to his ear. “C’mon, baby. I’m so wet for you.” She whispered and gently bit his earlobe. She was rewarded with another growl.
“I think there might be something I can do about that.” He replied, his voice low and gravelly. She was teasing him; he needed to take control.
“Mmm, I hope so.” She said, a certain innocence to her voice.
“If I do this for you, are you gonna be a good girl and do what I ask?” He asked, his fingers sliding in between her thighs. He pushed her panties to the side and let his fingertips slide into her folds.
“Oh…” She breathed, her eyes closing. She loved it when he talked to her like that.
She hadn’t answered his question, so he asked her again. “Are you gonna be a good girl?”
“Ah… yes.”
He smirked. “Well, Ally, why don’t you pull down my pants and we’ll see if I can take care of your little ‘problem’.” He withdrew his hand from between her legs and let her stand up. He undid his jeans and she pulled them down to his ankles. “That’s enough.” He said and - using his right hand to help his right leg - swung his legs up onto the couch. “Lose the panties and hop on.”
“Such a romantic.” She teased as she pushed her panties down and kicked them aside.
“If you’re not gonna behave then we can forget the whole thing.”
“No!”
“Good girl.” He nodded.
She crawled onto him and immediately brought his cock to her center, sliding the length of him against her wet folds. She moaned softly, knowing House must be getting impatient with her. The next time she slid up against him, he reached down and pushed his cock so that the tip was at her entrance. Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her down onto him roughly. They reacted at the same time; she gasped and he let out a small grunt.
“Oh, god.” She moaned, placing her hands on his chest and grinding against him.
Her movements weren’t enough for him, so he took a firmer hold on her hips and began setting the rhythm with her. He watched as her hand went up to massage her breast. Growling at her, he reached up and smacked her hand away. “Mine.” He said, pulling her down above him and biting gently on her nipple.
A gasp escaped her and he smiled against her skin.
“House…” She breathed out, getting a self-satisfied chuckle in reply.
His hand on the back of her neck, he pulled her down the rest of the way - her whole body pressed against his. He crashed his mouth against hers and kissed her hard, his tongue invading her mouth. Sliding his hands away from her hips, he snaked them down to grab her where her thighs met her ass.
She broke away from his mouth, gasping, as he started to pull her up against him, and then push her back down, filling her completely.
Her little moans, gasps and sighs were driving him wild; paired with the feeling of his length deep inside her, he was almost ready to explode.
“C’mon Ally baby.” He grunted.
“Oh, god.” She moaned again and clenched around him, milking him and making him moan, too.
Collapsing onto him, she let out a long, satisfied sigh.
He chuckled sleepily, his arm curling around his waist. “Will always be better than a hooker.”
She smiled. The shirt he still wore was sweaty beneath her, sticking to her as well. She lightly bit on his earlobe. “Why don’t you be a good boy and come to bed… naked,” she purred and crawled off of him.
He watched as she bent to collect her clothes. When she straightened up and began to walk away, she looked back at him.
“Don’t keep me waiting.”
Yanking his pants off from around his ankles, he grabbed his cane and followed her to their bedroom.
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