Chapter 21
He stared at her, mouth open and a half-chewed piece of reuben threatening to drip down his chin.
"Now I know you didn't blackmail your best friend into ditching your mandatory wheelchair for a pair of crutches," Cameron berated seductively, raising her hand to her hair and brushing away a few stray strands from her face.
He remained motionless, unable to even blink.
She grinned mischievously. "You may want to swallow that before it falls out of your mouth."
House snapped back to reality enough to chew the rest of his food and swallow it, dropping the remainder of the sandwich to its plate.
"Why, what will you do to me if I did blackmail him?" House finally asked, eager to play her game.
Cameron tsked and shook her head. "You shouldn't go against doctor's orders." Her hand trailed down her cheek, her neck, down to the valley between her breasts before splaying her hand over her abdomen and pausing just below her belly button.
House's eyes were transfixed upon her roaming hand. Unbeknownst to him he gripped the edge of the counter tightly, his mouth going completely dry. His palms began to sweat, desperate to touch her naked flesh, but she was too far away and he wasn't exactly in the best shape to jump from his seat and rush to take her in his arms.
"You're not my doctor," he replied, his voice purposely deep. He didn't forget what that voice did to her.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, breathing deeply. Opening her eyes, she stared back at him. "That's a good thing, because right now I'm throwing all ethical treatment of patients out the window."
She straightened and stalked towards him, her hands gliding over her glistening skin as she approached him. He felt his heart rate speed up as she drew closer, his breathing grow shallow. His hands instinctively reached for her.
"Don't worry, I've never been a fan of ethics," he whispered.
She stopped in front of him, holding his hands but refusing to let him touch her.
"I know we shouldn't be doing this," she began, a permanent Cheshire cat grin plastered on her face the whole time. "I know you need to rest and heal. I know in my right mind as a doctor that you should be lying down with your leg propped up and I should prevent you from doing any strenuous physical activities for at least another few weeks."
Taking his right hand, she placed it over her breast and sighed heavily, closing her eyes.
"But I need you too badly to care," she finished in a breathless whisper as his hand began to massage her breast.
In a sudden movement, his other hand was behind her head pulling her to him in a passionate kiss. His lips hungrily moved over hers, his tongue immediately demanding entrance, desperate to taste her sweetness that warmed his very soul. Cameron whimpered into the kiss, relieved to finally have him home and to be in his arms, feeling his hands upon her.
His hand moved from her hair down her back and around to squeeze her bare bottom, pulling her in between his legs as he sat on the stool. She was mindful of his cast, even as she began to roll her hips and grind against his screaming erection.
Pulling her face from his and gasping for breath, she grinned at him again as she backed away. His face looked pained as his hands still reached for her. Instead, she took his crutches from the counter and handed them to him.
"You any good at using these things?" she asked.
"When I have to be," he replied.
"Good, because they better get you into the bedroom quickly or else I'll have to start without you," she said, turning and heading out the doorway.
"Is that a bad thing?" he asked, rising and placing the crutches under his arms.
"Only if you want me to finish without you, too," he heard her say from the hallway.
He hobbled down the hallway as fast as the crutches would take him. Stopping suddenly, a thought popped into his head. He returned to the living room to retrieve his backpack, throwing it over his shoulder and making his way back down the hall.
Upon entering his bedroom, he dropped his bag inside the door. Glancing at the bed, he found Cameron lying comfortably atop the comforter, lazily tracing circles on her stomach with her delicate fingers. So beautiful, he thought to himself. And all mine.
"Have I ever told you what a lucky bastard I am?" he said, moving closer to the bed. She grinned and sat up, sliding off the bed to meet him. She took the crutches from him and laid them against the corner chair.
She moved her hands over his arms and across his chest before moving down to the hem of his t-shirt and raising it over his head, tossing it on the floor. Grabbing the waist band of his gym shorts, she yanked them down, sinking to her knees as she delicately passed them over his cast and off. Rising, she met his eyes as her hand gripped his hardened length. He sucked in his breath and squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation.
"Lay down," she said softly, helping him on to the bed. She instructed him to move to the center of the bed, which he did gingerly. Cameron took two pillows from the bed and had him gently lift his injured leg as she placed the pillows beneath it to offer him support.
"This is getting way too clinical," he said.
"Just want you to be comfortable," she responded, crawling on to the bed next to him. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," she winked.
"That's fine for now…but in a few weeks I don't want to hear the word 'gentle' from your lips again."
She captured his mouth in a deep kiss before moving her lips across his cheek and to his ear.
"Are you in any pain?" she asked.
He rolled his eyes, unable to discern the many sensations he was feeling at the moment.
"If I am I can't feel anything past the raging hard on I've been nursing for two weeks, so I think I'm good," he managed to respond.
Cameron grinned. "Well let's see if I can't take care of that for you." She sat up and opened her legs, straddling his waist. She placed her hands on his chest and eyed him up like he was the juiciest piece of meat in the steakhouse.
Seeing her on top of him basked in the glow from the scattered candles she had lit in the bedroom, he had to take a moment to marvel at her beauty. She was literally breathtaking, so much so that he had found it difficult to breathe. He didn't care if he was feeling the most excruciating pain of his life; at that moment, he would sacrifice his life just to have her straddling his hips and looking down at him like she was…like he was all that mattered in the world to her.
House didn't believe in such a thing as true love, but if he did he was certain this was it.
"Wait," he whispered as she began to move her hips above him. She stopped.
"Are you ok?" she asked, concerned.
"I haven't touched you in two weeks," he said, raising his hands to her shoulders. "I need to touch you."
The corners of her lips turned up into a soft smile, understanding his need, for it was her need as well.
She took his hands in her own and lifted them to her cheek. His long index finger traced her cheekbone down to her jaw. She took his finger and kissed it gently before wrapping her lips around it and drawing it slowly out her mouth, nipping at his fingertip with her teeth.
His other hand moved to her thigh and squeezed it tightly in response. Cameron moved his finger along her bottom lip before letting go. House moved his hand down her chin, her neck and along her collarbone. Spreading his fingers wide he placed his hand over her heart and held it there a moment, letting the warmth from his palm seep into her.
Cameron's eyes glistened with tears that did not fall. He was loving her with his touch, and she couldn't help but remember only two weeks before she had almost lost him. Clenching her eyes shut, she pushed the horrible memories away and focused on the right now, this moment she had him trapped beneath her, his hands exploring her body as if it was the first time.
House's hand continued its expedition down her body, cupping her left breast and massaging it gently. Cameron's head dropped forward, her hair cascading over her face before she tossed it back, moaning at the magic his hands were making.
His right hand squeezed her thigh again before making its trek in a northwesternly direction. His left hand moved from her breast down her abdomen, momentarily tickling the tight expanse of flesh there. She giggled and swatted his hand away, causing him to smile a truly genuine smile. Cameron noted that smile was quite possibly one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen, as rare as it was.
His hands met at the apex of her thighs, and Cameron placed her hands on his chest once more, bracing for what she knew was to come, her body trembling at the mere thought of it.
She was already wet and ready for him, and probably had been since the last time they were this close. His fingers delicately stroked her, causing her to moan loudly as she raised herself up on her knees over him, allowing him more room to touch her.
With his thumb he pushed on her swollen clit as his other finger delved deep inside of her, and she cried out, arching her back instinctively. House's tongue slipped out of his mouth and traced his lower lip, wishing he could taste her but knowing they were both too close for that now.
Cameron reached behind her and grabbed his engorged shaft, taking him by surprise. His hips instinctively lifted off the bed, and he winced at the sharp pain that shot up from his injured leg. His other already damaged thigh began to throb a dull pain, but he would withstand it and not say a word. Nothing will ruin this, damn it, he said to himself. Not even if I sustain further injury and have to go back to the hospital.
It would all be worth it.
He slid another finger inside her and she squeezed him harder. He growled as her hand worked him up and down. He immediately felt the familiar surge deep in his belly. Nope…there was no way this was going to last long. He had been too long without her.
"Allison," he whispered, removing his fingers from her. She looked down at him and nodded her head, knowing without him having to speak what he needed.
She placed her hands back on his chest as she gently lowered herself, inviting him into her moist center. He slid inside her and they both moaned in unison at how glorious it finally felt to be one again.
He grabbed her hips as she began to move on top of him, her head rolling from side to side as she felt her own sensation build. He squeezed her hips tightly, trying to hold himself off as long as he could, but as he watched her move above him, hearing her cries and moans of pleasure, feeling her inner muscles gripping at him…he knew it wouldn't be long.
Cameron's movements increased in speed. Opening her eyes, she stared down at him, meeting his eyes that were blazing blue. They kept their gaze locked as she took his hand and moved it to where their bodies met, urging him to touch her some more. He obliged her, his thumb finding her clit once more and applying just the right amount of pressure with each thrust inside of her to make her scream.
Her nails dug into his chest as she felt her orgasm approach.
"Allison," he cried out, unable to contain himself any longer. She leaned down and kissed him, pouring all the love she had for him into that kiss as their bodies continued to meet thrust after thrust until finally they released together in one simultaneous orgasm that quaked their joined bodies.
Cameron continued to roll her hips, milking him dry, their lips never parting. Even after all other movements stopped, they continued their passionate kiss. After a while, they both felt the need to breathe fresh oxygen and she pulled away from him. Lifting herself off of him, she laid on her side placing her head on his shoulder, her hand draped lazily across his chest.
"Welcome home," she whispered.