Title: Loosing control (1/3)
Pairing: House / Cameron (if you like Chase, better stay away)
Rating: M for smut
Summery: House helps Cameron loosing control.
A/N: Romance / smut. Set after Cameron took drugs and slept with this for distraction. I know it´s not the best story I wrote and I am not sure whether it´s worth being posted but I leave it to you to decide.
Characters are not mine. I am just fooling around with them.
Conferences are the most idiotic thing ever. Okay, let´s be fair. Clinic duty is the worst thing in the world but closely followed by conferences. That is if your name is Gregory House, genius and ass.
Said person was sitting in the last row of the full lecture hall, completely ignoring the stupidity in front of him. How the hell did he got there? Of course forced by Cuddy, how else? At least he wouldn´t have to work in the clinic for the next two weeks and sitting around in Los Angeles wasn´t the worst thing in the world. Nonetheless it would have been even more fun if his team wasn´t here. Sighing loudly, House put his PSP in his bag. He finished every possible game he had with him. To make it even worse, the battery of his iPod died and he was left alone with his thoughts.
Taking a look around, his eyes searched for his three little slaves. Maybe he was lucky and they weren´t far away so he could shoot them with some paper balls. No such luck. Chase and Foreman sat in the first row. House couldn´t help but roll his eyes. Such bootlickers! Didn´t he teached them how to be „cool"? Foreman was listening closely to what the idiot in the front of him was talking about and Chase... well... was gazing dreamily at the other side of the hall. Turning his head in the direction, House saw what his most idiotic duckling was looking at: Cameron, his pretty and hot ducky.
Although he would never admit it, House was worried about his youngest and favorite slave. Since her night with Chase and the possibility of having AIDS, she wasn´t her normal self and the changes scared him to no end. She was pale and even thinner than before. It seemed like she avoided everybody and when was the last time House saw her smile or heard her talk about anything else than patients? To be honest, he couldn´t remember. Even here, Cameron stayed silent most of the time and her eyes showed nothing but tiredness, distance and tension. House had tried to ignore all this and told himself that he didn´t cared but now his curiosity took over and he had a new goal for the week: Finding out what´s wrong with Cam.
Finally, the boring speech was over and the team met at the small restaurant across the street where House continued his observations. Foreman was talking and talking and talking. Not that House cared what about. Cameron, being too nice and all, seemed to listen to him although House could sense that her thoughts were far away and Chase was drooling over Cameron - again. This behaviour was unnerving House more and more each day. How dare the little wombat look at her like that? Like she was a piece of meat or a present he wanted to unpack. He was like an idiotic lovesick puppy. House felt his blood starting to boil again. Wasn´t it enough that he raped Cameron? How else could you name it? He took advantage of her although he knew she was scared and drugged this evening. No man who´s respecting a woman would ever do that.
Coming to his senses again, House already grabbed his cane to smack Chase when the table started to move and Cameron walked past them, heading to the balcony at the end of the restaurant. Before Chase could even stand up to follow her, House took his cane and stood up. Before he left the table and headed to the balcony, he shot the younger male a look that said „Follow her and your ass gets filled with my cane."
House entered the balcony as quietly as he could. Leaning against the wall, he watched his girl because that´s what she was, his. Cameron stood with her back to him, watching the sun go down slowly. Without even looking back she sighed, ran her fingers through her hair and spoke softly:
„What do you want House?"
„Watching my lobby art and I have to admit I don´t like what I see."
Even without looking back, Cameron felt his eyes on her, these beautiful blue trying to look inside her and into her soul.
„Good thing that the world isn´t circling around you and as long as I am doing my job, I am allowed to look like shit."
„Not when hired as lobby art."
„Damn and I thought I was a doctor. Stupid me! Now stop playing your games and tell me what you want or leave. I am really not in the mood for this."
Her voice started to sound desperate and tired. Of course House wouldn´t leave such an invitation go by and so he asked straight away:
„What the hell is wrong with you? You´re barely speak, you hide from everybody, you look like shit and ... you´re not you anymore. What´s wrong with you?"
Cameron let out a strange, sarcastic laugh. Although he couldn´t see her face, House knew that she had tears in her eyes when she spoke.
„What´s wrong with me? That´s an easy question. I may be infected with AIDS, I took drugs and let my co-worker fuck me. Now he won´t leave me alone and I can´t even remember what really happened that night. I lost control, House. I hate my life. I need drugs to lose control and I hate it. Right now I hate myself and dealing with a love-sick Chase in a hotel room that isn´t really big enough for the three of us, isn´t making my misery better, you know."
„Who else? Forman? It would be like fucking my brother. Wilson? He´s married for now at least and too nice. You? I am not that much of an idiot, even when drugged. You made it clear that you don´t like me and you prefer Stacey and hookers over me. So that leaves Chase. I just know that he didn´t hesitated that night but I have no idea what happened afterwards but seeing him in my bed naked the next morning was enough proof for me. I want to live, I want to enjoy life, losing control but not like this."
Cameron was too much in thoughts to notice House coming nearer every second and before she knew it, she was trapped. His hands were on the railing and she found herself in the middle of them. Being that close, she could feel House´s breath on her neck, hot and calm, making her shiver. Soon his nose touched her hair, inhaling deeply the scent that was so much Cameron: sweet and spicy at the same time.
Cameron felt unable to move. Her head was spinning and she started to feel dizzy. Even without being touched, House had enough power to make her feel aroused and wetter than ever. His nose was caressing her neck now and finally she found the strength to speak although her voice was already husky and trembled.
„House, what are you doing?"
His voice was calm and so damn determined when he answered:
„I am making you lose control, dear Allison. Without drugs."
Whispering this into her ear, his lips went further down to her neck, softly caressing the soft skin there, leaving wet traces and small bite marks.
Cameron fought. She fought as much as she could but the sensation was too much. House was too much. She tried to protest, to scream that this was not the right place, not the right time but all she could do was to moan in pleasure. Just a weak „House" escaped her mouth, not really the best protest at all.
She felt House smirk against her skin and soon his right hand left the railing and moved to her waist. Holding her there and drawing small circles through the thin material of her blouse, Cameron gave up. For once in her life she wanted to feel, to stop thinking, to let herself go.
Leaning into House, she throw her head backwards, giving him even better access. Soon his right hand started to undo the buttons of her blouse ever so slowly, one by one. Sucking on a very sensitive spot on her neck and making Cameron moan even louder, he grabbed her breast through the lacy bra, kneading each one slowly and skilled.
She didn´t even knew why she was begging, the words came out of her mouth without even thinking, making House chuckle lightly against her skin. Working his hand under her bra, he started to tease every nipple, his mouth never leaving her neck the whole time. His long pianist fingers were soft and demanding at the same time, making her arched in pleasure and her nipples were soon hard as stone. He knew that he had to end this soon. Being caught like this by Foreman was the last thing on his agenda now and so his hand left her breasts and made it´s way under her skirt, not even wasting more time, his fingers made their way into her panties and straight to her slit.
House had a very hard time to concentrate. Cameron´s moans grew louder and the wetness he found inside the panties, made him even harder. He would love to fuck her here and now but he knew it was too dangerous. He had to control himself and Cameron.
The young woman almost screamed in pleasure when she felt two of his long fingers invading her, pumping slowly in and out, teasing her, moving faster and deeper, oh so deeper with every stroke. Soon it was too much. Cameron felt herself heading nearer to the edge and House lips above her breasts weren´t really helpful in trying to stay silent. Soon he felt Cameron´s walls starting to clench. She was so close and it was the best time to end this.
His left hand left the railing and covered her mouth. A screaming Cameron was the last thing he needed now. She was already far too loud. Before said person could even feel shocked about his hand there, his fingers started to caress her swollen and wet clit. Not even bothering to start slowly, he circled the bundle of nerves with hard and fast strokes. Cameron´s body felt stiff and the most amazing orgasm overtook her. She screamed into his hand and it felt like the high was never ending, his fingers still working and her mouth letting out noises she never heard.
Leaning against the railing, Cameron tried to catch her breath and enjoying the aftermath when she felt House´s voice whispering softly into her ear:
„Go and pack an overnight bag. I´ll distract these two idiots you work with. We´ll meeting in my hotel room. You´ve got 15 minutes. Now go!"
Trying to regain herself, Cameron nod and went away, followed by the soft and worried eyes of her boss.