A/N: This story was going to be a one-shot. But I had a sudden inspiration to write another chapter and fill it full of smut. So here ya go. It's entirely unrealistic that House and Cameron would sleep together this soon but...what the hell, it's Christmas! Enjoy!
Cameron was unsure what to do next at that point. Did she assume she'd sleep on the couch? Or was she going to sleep with him in his bed?
They were still holding each other close as they watched the snow fall outside. It was practically a blizzard.
"Want to watch a movie or...something?" he asked her as he stepped back out of their embrace. He looked a little unsure himself. After all, it had been a long time since he'd spent Christmas with anyone other than Wilson.
"Sure. I'm sure there's at least one classic movie playing," she giggled as she followed him to the couch and sat down on the opposite end. Once he finished flipping channels and settled on It's a Wonderful Life, he looked over at her.
"You're going to sit all the way over there? I don't bite. Unless of course you want me to."
"Depends on where," she giggled as she moved closer to him and allowed him to wrap his arm around her shoulders.
"Ooo feisty," he chuckled as he gave her a squeeze. "Ya know, if someone had told me a month ago that I'd be spending Christmas with you, I would've laughed in their faces."
"You'd laugh in their faces anyway," she pointed out.
"That's true. How is it you know me so well?"
Cameron shrugged. "I'm pretty good at sizing people up."
"And yet you're still here. Wow!"
She playfully slapped his chest as she giggled. It was like music to his ears and it made him smile. She looked so beautiful sitting there and he took advantage of the moment by bending his head down and kissing her softly.
She surprised him by slipping her tongue past his lips and deepening the kiss further as her arm slipped around him and pulled him closer.
The movie was quickly forgotten as her fingers buried deep in his hair and his hands slid up and down her back as he kissed her with the same passion she was giving him.
Their embrace was quickly broken up when her cell phone vibrated on the coffee table. "Damn," she sighed as she reached for it. "It's Chase. Hang on," she said as she got up to take the call. Meanwhile, House adjusted himself, his jeans felt quite snug all of a sudden and he went to the kitchen to get some wine that one of the new clinic nurses had given him. As he poured some into two glasses, she returned and he handed her one.
"What did the wombat want?"
"He saw my car in the parking lot and wanted to know what was up."
"So what did you tell him?"
"That I met a friend for drinks and walked there but decided to stay over since it was closer than walking back to the hospital."
He took her glass and set it aside before pulling her into his arms again. "Did you tell him who that 'friend' was?"
Cameron arched her eyebrow. "What do you think? Hell no! It would be all over the hospital by morning."
They returned to the living room with their wine and watched the rest of the movie. At the end, House discovered that she had fallen asleep against his shoulder. He turned off the TV and nudged her awake. "Come on, time for bed."
"If you have an extra pillow I can just sleep here..."
He gave her a look like she was crazy. "Why would you want to sleep here when I have a king bed in there," he said as he pointed in the direction of his bedroom. "Come on."
She hesitated for a moment, but then realized he was probably right. Besides, the couch, as comfortable as it was, probably wouldn't be nearly as nice as his bed.
While he was in the bathroom, she stripped down to her bra and panties and climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. He came out, saw her and then checked the thermostat. "Are you cold?"
"No, it's fine."
He'd already changed into a Tshirt and pajama pants so he got into bed and lay still for a few minutes before glancing over at her, still clutching the blanket under her chin.
"A little shy, are we?" he teased, giving her a slight poke in the side.
"What?" He asked as he rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand.
"We work together. I work for you. If the guys or Cuddy found out..."
"Who's going to tell them? Besides, we haven't done anything wrong here. A kiss here and there is hardly gossip. And don't worry about Cuddy. She knows that if she fired you, she'd have to fire me, and she won't do that so you're as safe as a virgin at a eunuch convention."
Cameron laughed but stopped when House's mouth crashed against hers and he was practically laying on top of her. His leg was thrown across hers and his hand splayed over her stomach on top of the covers.
"If you want me to stop, just tell me," he whispered as he pulled the covers back to reveal her matching ice blue bra and lace underwear. Her skin was virtually flawless, soft, creamy white and he couldn't resist touching her. He was almost afraid to touch such perfection and she quivered when she felt the tips of his fingers glide along her ribcage.
She definitely didn't want him to stop, and she let him know by wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down to her for another kiss.
Soon, their hands and mouths were everywhere at once, touching, kissing and stroking and she squirmed and writhed beneath his ministrations. She always knew that he'd be as focused on her as he was on any medical mystery, and he was proving that fact. So when his hand slid down into her underwear and touched the one spot that was capable of making her scream, she almost did. "Oh God, House!" she moaned and arched off the bed, spreading her legs wider so as to give him more access. "Yes!"
He stroked her harder, inserting one of his fingers into her tight channel and she bucked her hips. "So good," she murmured as she slid her hands up his chest and pulled his shirt up. He stopped what he was doing to help her pull his shirt off and then unsnapped her bra.
"Let's just get naked," he chuckled as he pulled her panties off and tossed them over his shoulder as she helped him off with his pants. He was grateful they were under the covers because she was unable to see his mangled thigh. He then leaned over and took a condom out of the top drawer of his night stand. "I hope you don't have any...pre-conceived notions about me..."
Cameron just smiled and snatched the condom out of his hand. She unwrapped it, and rolled it onto his very large, and very stiff shaft, trying not to be too obvious as she stared at it in wonder. He certainly didn't disappoint in that category and if their foreplay was any indication, she was sure he had some serious skills in that arena as well. "Oh..." she squeaked as he rolled them over so she was on top, straddling him with the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. She bent down and their lips met hungrily as he bucked his hips and pressed himself inside her wet passage. "Greg!" she groaned, suddenly realizing what she'd just said, but it seemed to naturally roll off her tongue. Somehow, calling him House in such an intimate moment seemed strange to her. But then, calling him by his first name seemed even moreso.
House was too into what was going on to care what she called him. But he had to admit it sounded nice hearing someone use his first name other than Stacy or his own mother.
Cameron rode him for several minutes until he felt himself getting closer and flipped her onto her back as she yelped in a shocked surprise. However, once he began pounding harder into her, she began screaming his name repeatedly and he hoped the police wouldn't show up. To silence her, he pressed his lips against hers and swallowed her cries as he moved faster and deeper. "Oh yeah..." he grunted as his lips devoured her neck and throat as he felt her inner walls clamp around him and a warm flood of moisture was soon to follow.
"Greg..oh God...oh God...so good..."
"Too good," he whispered in her ear as he helped her ride out her climax and then hit his, groaning loudly in her ear as he sucked and nibbled on her neck. "Oh God, Cameron..."
She clutched at him as they came down from their post orgasmic bliss, and then they collapsed against each other in a tangle of arms and legs.
"We're in so much trouble," she giggled as she curled up against him, her head resting against his chest.
"Definitely. But it'll be one hell of a ride," he nodded. "We can talk about it over breakfast," he yawned.
"Mm, sounds good. G'night, House."