"What did you just say?" he asked quietly, his eyes burning into Cams. Cam gulped.

"Oh shit!" she whispered.

Cameron's eyes were huge as she looked up at House, putting him in mind of a deer caught in the headlights. He took a step backwards, trying to put some distance between them. Her proximity was clouding his judgment.

"What did you just say?" he repeated, putting a hand out to stop her as she moved towards him once again.

"I'm going to make all your fantasies come true" she whispered as she moved with him, her hand snagging the waistband of his jeans. She tugged him towards her as he once again tried to maneuver away. He lost his balance and fell forward and she took his weight against her, both hands going up to steady him.

House pushed her back once again and wrestled his phone out of his pocket. It was a tight squeeze, as his jeans were stretched painfully tight over his erection. Scrolling through his messages, he found the one he was looking for.

"Do you know anything about this?"

She took the phone from him, making sure that her lace clad breasts rubbed his wrist as she did so.

"Who sent you this?"

"You tell me!"

She looked at him incredulously, her wide eyes flashing with irritation.

"You think I sent this to you?"

"Well, you gotta admit, it does look kind of damning after what you just said".

"Look, House, you know I've wanted this for a long time. But believe me, I have nothing to do with those messages you've been getting".

She threw the phone onto the lounge and stepped forward, once again grabbing his waistband. Slowly, she started working the button through the hole.

"Would it really matter if I had sent you those?" she asked, her fingers skimming his cock as she pulled the zipper down.

House sighed as he felt her touch, all sign of fight going out of him. Did it really matter? Hadn't he dreamed about this for weeks, ever since he started getting those texts? If he was really honest with himself, he'd admit that he'd been dreaming about this since the day she walked into his hospital.

Looking Cameron in the eyes, he let go of his cane. He leaned into her, letting himself feel the swell of her breasts against his chest, the curve of her belly against his hardness. He reached up between them and palmed her breasts, the lace scratching against his palms, her nipple pressing into the centre of each. She sighed and closed her eyes, her head falling back, giving him access, permission to kiss her throat. He did so, using his tongue, his teeth to arouse her. She made a small whimpering sound deep in her throat. It was the sexiest sound he'd ever heard, he thought.

Cameron felt like she was on fire. House was scorching her with his hands, his tongue, his lips. She moved her hands to his shirt, tugging the bottom up and sliding her hands underneath to his chest. His nipples were small and hard, just waiting for her attention. She tugged the shirt higher and he moved back slightly and dragged it off over his head. Her breath rushed out as she looked at his hard chest, the dusting of hairs dark against his skin. She moved eagerly back to him and lowered her head, taking one of his nipples into her mouth. Slowly, she grazed it with her teeth before sucking it gently into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around it then blew across the wet surface, her breath cold against his wet skin. His flesh pebbled, goose bumps raising all along his arms and chest. She moved to the other nipple, repeating the action. All the while, her hands were stroking his cock through his open jeans. She dragged her nails lightly across the head, feeling his reaction as his shaft jerked against her hand.

House could barely stand up as she continued her attentions to his body. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his cock. She stopped what she was doing (which was making her way down his stomach with her tongue!) and looked up at him questioningly.

"My leg" he explained. "Let's move this to a more horizontal position, shall we?"

She smiled seductively and took his hand. He smirked back and led her to the bedroom. As he sat down on the end of the bed, Cameron lowered the straps of her lace slip so that it was barely hanging on to the tops of her breasts.

"You didn't answer me House" she said, as she stood in front of him, just out of reach.

"What?" House looked at her with passion glazed eyes. He had no idea what she was talking about.

"Does it really matter if I did send those texts" she asked again, the slip sliding a touch lower so now he could see the edge of her pink nipple over the top. He lunged forward to grab her, but she moved quickly, stepping backwards and out of his reach.

"Does it matter?"

House leaned back on his elbows, watching as the lace slipped further, this time revealing her breasts completely. They were high and firm, small but not tiny. He wanted to get his hands and his mouth onto them. Now.

"No".

Cameron stepped forward and allowed the lace to slide to the floor. She stepped from the black pool and moved to the foot of the bed, still in her heels. House swallowed. His fantasies hadn't done her justice. Cameron in the flesh was far beyond anything he'd been able to dream up.

Placing her knee onto the bed between his legs, she leant forward, her breasts swaying towards him with the movement. She breathed in his scent as she again slid her tongue along his lips. Her knee was now firmly pressed against his crotch and he moved slightly to gain more contact. She in return pressed her knee harder into him, eliciting a groan of appreciation. He reached up and fondled her breasts, then raised himself slightly so he could take her into his mouth. She arched forward, pushing more of herself into his mouth. He suckled her nipple, drawing it back, swirling his tongue around it again and again. The he repeated her action of drawing his teeth along it and she bucked against him, knocking him backwards.

"Like that, huh?" he purred, pulling her down on top of him and grabbing a handful of her luscious blonde locks. He pulled her head back so he could access her neck again, working his way slowly from her ear, down over her collar bone and to the neglected breast. As he gave her an encore performance, she bucked again, grinding her naked body against his denim clad pelvis. He ground back, pushing himself up and between her legs so she was straddling him. He could feel her, wet and ready through his open pants. His cock was straining for release from its enclosure.

Cam began her own assault on his neck, biting and licking and sucking, all the while grinding herself against him. His hands roamed her body, cupping her buttocks, her hips, tracing her waist and back to her breasts. His body was going into sensory overload…he felt like he was going to explode with pleasure.

"House" she rasped, her voice hoarse and sexy, "we need to get these pants off you".

He sat up, rolled her off him and struggled to stand up. She gently gave him a hand, which should have made him feel like the cripple he was but somehow didn't. Moving to the end of the bed, she turned him towards her and helped him slide his jeans down his legs. Her eyes followed their path, skimming over his scarred and wasted leg, caressing it with her fingers as they passed. Once he'd stepped from his jeans, she repeated her actions with his shorts, this time brushing the tip of his jutting erection. Her eyes remained fixed on his cock as she pushed them to his ankles. She looked back up into his eyes to make sure he was ok, then leaned forward and took his length into her mouth. It was all he could do to hold himself back and he grabbed her shoulder to keep himself steady. As she slid her mouth along his length, he wrapped his fingers in her hair, holding her to him as she pleasured him. Her teeth were sharp as she scraped them along the length of his shaft, her tongue soothing as she erased the sharpness. She sucked hard on the head, swirling her tongue around the tip, tasting the saltiness of his pre-come. She licked and sucked and nibbled, all the while teasing his balls with her hands, weighing them, stroking, tickling. If she kept it up much longer, he was going to blow his load. He wanted to wait, to share his orgasm with her, to watch her come with him.

He grasped her hair tighter and pulled her head from him, her mouth sliding from him one last time.

"My turn" he rasped.

He pushed Cam up the bed and crawled on after her. He urged her further up so she was leaning back against the bed head then maneuvered so he was laying between her open legs, his breath fanning her curly pubic hair. Looking up into her wide green eyes, he stroked her clit with his tongue. She almost came off the bed and he had to grasp her hips to hold her still. He lapped at her with his talented tongue, then sucked the nub into his mouth and delved his tongue into her opening. She began to pant with small animal sounds and he grew even harder, if that was possible. She was so wet and ready for him, it was taking all his control not to sink his shaft into her and fuck both of them into oblivion. He continued to stroke and lap at her as she ground her hips up into his face. He released her hip and inserted his finger inside her, then another, pumping them in and out in time with his tongue. She began to writhe and twist, her hands grasping the sheets of the bed and twisting them into a knot.

"No more" she whimpered, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling hard.

"Ouch…fuck" he growled, as she pulled him up the bed. She slid down to meet him so that he was laying over her, his beautiful cock poised right where they both needed it most.

"Exactly"

"What exactly?"

"Fuck" she said, "fuck me now".

He laughed at her brazenness then all laughter stopped as he sank himself into her. She was tight and wet and felt like heaven. He moved slowly at first so she could adjust to his size, pushing into her then pulling almost all the way out before returning to her again. It was agony and ecstasy, he wanted to pound into her until they were both screaming but he wanted it to last forever.

"Faster" she urged, grabbing his butt and trying to make him move faster.

"I can't" he whispered and grimaced "my leg". He felt shame wash over him.

She smiled up at him, not a smile of pity, he noticed. Bringing her hands up to his face she leaned up and kissed him, passionately, tenderly. She wrapped her legs around his and holding his arms, she twisted them both so that he was now lying on his back and she was on top. Somehow she'd managed to do it without dislodging him and she began to rock back and forwards on his shaft.

"Better?" she purred as she smiled down at him.

"Much".

She lifted herself up so she moved the full length of his cock, leaning forward on her hands so that she was teasing the very tip of him. Her breasts were brushing his chest and he could feel her nipples harden as they were tickled and brushed by his hair. Her long blonde hair swung forward like a curtain, falling across his chest and blocking his view. He brushed it back, holding it aside with one hand as he grasped her breast with his other. She slid down his cock again, rotating her hips at the same time in a sensual imitation of a Latin dancer. He groaned from the sheer ecstasy of it. Up his shaft again slowly then down with that little twist. Again and again. She threw her head back and moaned…he'd never seen or heard anything sexier. He lifted himself up so he was sitting with her in his lap and kissed the moans from her, taking them into his own mouth. She held on to him tightly as they both pumped their sweat slicked bodies against each other. He could feel her body tightening, knew she was getting close to the edge. He reached around and grabbed her butt, trailing a finger along the crease between. She arched and squeezed at the same time and it nearly pushed him over the edge. He did it again and this time she pushed her butt backwards, asking for more. He increased the pressure and the speed, keeping in time with their pounding bodies. He could feel the pressure building inside him, closer and closer to coming.

Leaning back, House looked at Cameron's beautiful face, flushed with pleasure, her eyes closed and her mouth open and panting.

"Open your eyes Cam" he whispered in her ear, "I want to see you come for me".

She opened her eyes and looked deeply into his, green on blue, both glazed, dazed with passion.

He thrust upwards, hard, slow, deliberate, holding her tight, holding her still. He wanted to complete this, complete her. He could feel it, feel them, coming.

"Oh god, Cam, I'm coming! Come with me".

Staring into her eyes, staring into his eyes, they reached the top together and rushed right on over, falling, screaming, laughing. Once again, he kissed her, catching her laughter and her breath for himself.

Finally, as the tremors between them ceased, they collapsed in a heap, her on him, him in her and rested, exhausted, exhilarated, completed.

"Wow" Cam breathed as she gingerly moved off House and snuggled into his side.

"Good wow?"

"Excellent wow".

He could hear the smile in her voice and he smiled in return.

"I aim to please, madam".

"Mmmmhmmmm, since when?" Cam asked sleepily, throwing her leg over House and curling further into his side.

"Since about half an hour ago, I'd say".

"Mmmmhmmmm".

"Go to sleep. I'll wake you in time for work tomorrow".

He kissed her on the forehead as she drifted off to sleep. He lay there for a while longer, letting her warmth seep into him, feeling her weight, her breath, her comfort.

For the first time in a very long time, he drifted off to sleep without any Vicodin, without any pain and with a smile on his face.

TBC