'Negotiations'
Title: Negotiations
Author: Angelpi74
Characters/Pairings: house (house/cameron)
Word Count: 2165
Rating: R/NC17
Spoilers: None. ♥
Summary: Workplace negotiations can be interesting.
Author’s Note: I had an itch that needed to be scratched - so here it is….
"Escape" is still coming - albeit slowly....very slowly.
* * * * *
Clothes aren’t necessary. They’ll be stripped off piece by piece soon. His tongue invades her mouth, doing a crude inventory of every crevice he can find. Judging by the moans and ragged breath she doesn’t mind in the slightest.
Fuck, words were not even necessary at this point, if anything it would be a hindrance; all was said before hand, but it was hardly foreplay.
“You will kill her!” she snarled.
“I’m trying to save her!” he countered.
“How? By increasing your God like status and performing dangerous procedures on your patients?”
“It’s what I do! If you remember correctly you’ve a degree in saving peoples lives too. If you don’t take risks people die!” he snarked.
“People die anyway. It’s a fact of life, it all depends on if it is today, next year or fifty years from now. You remind us that all the time.”
“It’s different this time,” he looked at the floor.
“Like you care anyway”
“Of course I fucking care,” his voice rising, how dare she judge him.
“You gave up caring the day you were shot”
Shutting her up was a major priority, hence the tongue in mouth technique.
It was pretty effective too.
She was hitting precariously towards the truth; caring was not one of his strong suits and what ever was left in him was obviously cut out on that fateful day by the incompetent doctor patching him up on the operating table.
At least he had found a way to render her helpless, pushed up against the inner wall of his office connecting the conference room; her skirt bunched up over her waist and his fingers deep inside her soft core, his lips assaulting her neck, leaving a mark on her skin drawing out sound he never thought she could make.
She was always full of surprises. Tonight is not an exception. The soft mewling sounds she made as he pushed his fingers deep into her, how her breath hitched as his hands made a lustful pattern on the curve of her thigh and how if you sucked on the soft skin directly behind her ear she would lean in further to his mouth wanting more contact.
They are both lucky it is after hours, or more like early morning, curtains closed and dimmed lights mean no interruptions on this side of the hospital; but then again if they had their ‘discussion’ in the midday rush, he would still have her deliciously pinned to the glass with his knee parting her thighs and his hands roaming her slender body.
“House, please,” she moaned. His bristled lips heating a path of skin from her ear to the junction of her slender neck and shoulders, feeling the goose bumps rise to meet his eager lips.
“Mmm,” he mumbled against her neck.
“We shouldn’t be doing this”
“The doctor said its part of my treatment,” he said bring his lips close to the corner of her mouth, his eyes mirroring the lust in her eyes.
“What treatment?” she asked. She was on the brink of an orgasmic high and all he did was touch her; breathing becoming more laboured with each second.
“The treatment for ‘I’ve been a dick and should of done this years ago’. It is a tried and tested technique. Any complaints so far?” it was amazing that at times like this he was still able to pull off a smart assed comment while keeping her captive.
“Who was your prescribing G.P?”
“You,” he said simply.
“You’re right, the doctor does know best,” she said with a smirk, knowing that what he said was as close to a declaration of love she was going to get.
“How ‘bout we get more comfortable,” he said flicking the buttons open on her blouse revealing white lace encasing her firm breasts, his lips making the pilgrimage down her throat to pay his respects to the sweet skin he found. Wondering how sweet and pure she would be to find it has matching panties.
She braced her hands above her head arching her back bringing her breasts closer to him; his hands parted her blouse further roaming over her skin to the small of her back, bringing her body closer. The smell of vanilla and cookies assaulted his nose, confirming the fact that she was made by grandma all those years ago.
“God you’re beautiful,” he whispered against her skin.
“Too much talking and not enough medication”
Standing up to his full height looking down into her eyes; he always thought they were a blue grey colour, how wrong he was seeing the blue flecked with hints of green, making them illuminate in the dim light.
“You’re right definitely not enough medicine,” he assaulted her lips again drawing a moan deep within her throat.
The time for any tenderness they may have wanted to exhibit would have to wait until next time; for now, this time it was a frenzy coupling, both wanting and needing to be together.
Hands moved feverishly trying to divest each other of their clothes quickly, shirts being dumped where they fell. Her hands went to the buckle of his jeans, tugging urgently to achieve the prize beneath. His breath hitched as her hands closed around his erection, feeling him pulse and harden further beneath her fingers; marvelling at the softness of something so hard.
“Maybe I should’ve had you do this at your interview,” he commented against her lips, “Would’ve given you a better pay package.”
She looked up at him; giving off a saucy smile, gentle pushing him back towards his recliner exaggerating the sway of her hips as she walked him backwards.
“Well, lets just see what sort of benefits package you’d put together after this,” she said pushing hard him back onto the chair.
House’s eyes went wide, not at the surprise of being shoved into his own chair but the feeling of her hands on his body. Before he could get his brain cells together to form some sort of feeble protest, she had pushed down his jeans and had engulfed him fully within the confines of her mouth.
He melted further into the comfortable chair, more aroused than ever before; it was a new sensation seeing himself being manhandled in such away.
He liked it.
He had never before appreciated the view of watching himself disappear into the warm tightness a mouth had to offer; but then again the ones who had the pleasure of meeting him this way were not her, they never would be. Watching her speak was always pleasurable seeing those luscious lips forming those difficult medical maladies; but now seeing her other specialties first hand blew his mind, or it would literally if he didn’t halt this soon.
The feel of him throbbing and growing harder in her mouth made her wet; she could feel her core soaking her panties. Feeling his fingers curling in her hair urged her on, taking him deeper into her mouth; she looked up at him through her fringe, seeing the pleasure etched onto his face, knowing that it was her causing his euphoria was empowering.
Tugging on her hair gently he pulled her up kissing her savagely, forcing his tongue between those lips of knowledge.
Pulling away from her breathing heavy, his eyes fixing her in place, wanting every word he said to be heard, his meaning obvious.
“That, dear lady would’ve earned you the benefits of both Foreman and the Wombat. Hell I’d even through in Wilson’s as well if it ensured a repeat performance.”
Allison Cameron was pleased, taking in the awed face of her boss, a smug smile formed on her lips as she closed the distance between them forcing her tongue deep into his mouth earning a growl of frustration. Their tongues swirled impatiently against each other; pushing and probing, eager to find the taste they craved.
He grabbed her hips pulling her body towards him leaving no option but for her to straddle his lap, his fingers digging into the tops of her thighs pushing her skirt higher, grinding her core against his groin wanting to get closer to the sweetness he knew lay beneath. Bringing his eager hands to the scrap of lace keeping him from achieving his goal; he tugged and her lace panties had been reduced to be occupants of the rag pile.
She groaned at his aggressive behaviour and become impatient wanting to continue with the dance that started with an argument; she impaled herself onto his waiting erection both groaning in approval of the sensations it caused. Relishing in the fullness he bought to her.
He was more than she expected, but then you could expect no less in the eyes of perfection; he was a legend in medical circles, commanding attention every time he entered a room, then why should this be so different? He’s brilliant at anything else, there was no question he would be the same in the sack.
The urge to move with the tightened silken walls surrounding him was growing; he was an impatient man often referred as having the behaviour of a two year old if not pacified immediately.
She was reluctant to move wanting to enjoy the event that she so achingly dreamed for, but like with all things House, he set the pace. Gently rocking her against his pubic bone, the once frenzied activity was reduced to a gentle meeting of souls. Barely kissing her, inviting her tongue to play, caressing each and every nook he sought, his hands running up her sides cupping her breasts, tweaking the sensitive buttons there, sending spikes of arousal to her core.
It all became too much; the sensations he caused were overloading her system. She was right when she told Chase that sex was ugly, messy and could cause death; the body temperature rises, matching blood pressure point for point, neurons sparking off electricity throughout the body, and for one minuet second you feel as if your heart stops beating, then bliss as the body rides out the euphoria of hormones as it shudders and quakes with joy delaying its end till the very last moment when the cloud of sensuality finally leaves.
House looked on with amused eyes; seeing just how truly beautiful this woman before him was; eyes scrunched up, mouth agape on a silent scream, chest heaving trying to get the much needed oxygen back into her body as it shuddered in his lap, holding her firm with his hands; loving the feel of her internal muscles contracting against him, bring him closer to the state of pleasure he was just witness to.
Allison Cameron was one happy woman; there really was no other way to describe how her body felt, tingling with the afterglow of an amazing event. But this left a determination to bring the same effects to the man before her.
She set a brutal pace, clenching, squeezing, rising and falling bringing him closer to the inevitable release. His hands helped her maintain the pace; gripping her hips hard which would leave bruises on her pale skin for sure. It would give him the excuse to give her medical attention later.
It wasn’t long before either occupant of the darkened office was closing in on release. It only took several long strokes and House was yelling his thanks to the ceiling of his office, spilling himself within her silken walls.
“Oh, Merci, Allison,” he always knew there was a reason for learning more than one language.
Allison collapsed against him muffling her scream of release into his bristled neck; clenching her inner muscles milking him dry.
House was buggered; all he could muster in the way of physical movement was the slow strokes his hands made on her back, feeling the shuddering and lingering goose bumps on her skin.
“Wow!” she breathed finally sitting up, feeling him semi hard within her; his eyes even bluer than before happiness and contentment shining in their depths.
“A bit of an understatement that one,” he chuckled.
She hit him gently on the shoulder.
“So what now?” she was solemn; after all this time sexual tension between the two was building; now with the initial orgasmic meeting, where did it leave them for the future?
House closed his eyes; it was his moment of truth. He had successfully avoided any type of personal involvement for years, but now after this it would be hard not to miss the huge obstacle now in front of him.
Allison became nervous sitting here on his lap waiting for an answer. It was a decision she was dreading and hoping for simultaneously. Becoming anxious she began to remove herself from his lap only to find herself pinned down by his large hands on her hips.
Slowly he opened his eyes.
“How long will it take to move your crap to my place?” he asked grinning.
Dr Allison Cameron smiled, truly smiled for the first time ever.
Note; Well, this is something that needed to come out. I have been having this plot bunny annoy me for the past 8 weeks and would not subside no matter how many drugs consumed. I will apologise now for not updating ‘Escape’ you may officially blame ‘Negotiations’ for that one. Also I am not entirely happy with the last chapter of it anyway - I can only plead illness at the time and a foggy brain diminished my ability to provide a good storyline. If anyone is curious - us Aussies do actually eat Kangaroo, you can buy it at the supermarket and it tastes really good.
One another entirely different note - I am watching an old episode of ‘Frasier’ and Lisa Edelstein is starring as a love interest - interesting.
Author: Angelpi74
Characters/Pairings: house (house/cameron)
Word Count: 2165
Rating: R/NC17
Spoilers: None. ♥
Summary: Workplace negotiations can be interesting.
Author’s Note: I had an itch that needed to be scratched - so here it is….
"Escape" is still coming - albeit slowly....very slowly.
* * * * *
Clothes aren’t necessary. They’ll be stripped off piece by piece soon. His tongue invades her mouth, doing a crude inventory of every crevice he can find. Judging by the moans and ragged breath she doesn’t mind in the slightest.
Fuck, words were not even necessary at this point, if anything it would be a hindrance; all was said before hand, but it was hardly foreplay.
“You will kill her!” she snarled.
“I’m trying to save her!” he countered.
“How? By increasing your God like status and performing dangerous procedures on your patients?”
“It’s what I do! If you remember correctly you’ve a degree in saving peoples lives too. If you don’t take risks people die!” he snarked.
“People die anyway. It’s a fact of life, it all depends on if it is today, next year or fifty years from now. You remind us that all the time.”
“It’s different this time,” he looked at the floor.
“Like you care anyway”
“Of course I fucking care,” his voice rising, how dare she judge him.
“You gave up caring the day you were shot”
Shutting her up was a major priority, hence the tongue in mouth technique.
It was pretty effective too.
She was hitting precariously towards the truth; caring was not one of his strong suits and what ever was left in him was obviously cut out on that fateful day by the incompetent doctor patching him up on the operating table.
At least he had found a way to render her helpless, pushed up against the inner wall of his office connecting the conference room; her skirt bunched up over her waist and his fingers deep inside her soft core, his lips assaulting her neck, leaving a mark on her skin drawing out sound he never thought she could make.
She was always full of surprises. Tonight is not an exception. The soft mewling sounds she made as he pushed his fingers deep into her, how her breath hitched as his hands made a lustful pattern on the curve of her thigh and how if you sucked on the soft skin directly behind her ear she would lean in further to his mouth wanting more contact.
They are both lucky it is after hours, or more like early morning, curtains closed and dimmed lights mean no interruptions on this side of the hospital; but then again if they had their ‘discussion’ in the midday rush, he would still have her deliciously pinned to the glass with his knee parting her thighs and his hands roaming her slender body.
“House, please,” she moaned. His bristled lips heating a path of skin from her ear to the junction of her slender neck and shoulders, feeling the goose bumps rise to meet his eager lips.
“Mmm,” he mumbled against her neck.
“We shouldn’t be doing this”
“The doctor said its part of my treatment,” he said bring his lips close to the corner of her mouth, his eyes mirroring the lust in her eyes.
“What treatment?” she asked. She was on the brink of an orgasmic high and all he did was touch her; breathing becoming more laboured with each second.
“The treatment for ‘I’ve been a dick and should of done this years ago’. It is a tried and tested technique. Any complaints so far?” it was amazing that at times like this he was still able to pull off a smart assed comment while keeping her captive.
“Who was your prescribing G.P?”
“You,” he said simply.
“You’re right, the doctor does know best,” she said with a smirk, knowing that what he said was as close to a declaration of love she was going to get.
“How ‘bout we get more comfortable,” he said flicking the buttons open on her blouse revealing white lace encasing her firm breasts, his lips making the pilgrimage down her throat to pay his respects to the sweet skin he found. Wondering how sweet and pure she would be to find it has matching panties.
She braced her hands above her head arching her back bringing her breasts closer to him; his hands parted her blouse further roaming over her skin to the small of her back, bringing her body closer. The smell of vanilla and cookies assaulted his nose, confirming the fact that she was made by grandma all those years ago.
“God you’re beautiful,” he whispered against her skin.
“Too much talking and not enough medication”
Standing up to his full height looking down into her eyes; he always thought they were a blue grey colour, how wrong he was seeing the blue flecked with hints of green, making them illuminate in the dim light.
“You’re right definitely not enough medicine,” he assaulted her lips again drawing a moan deep within her throat.
The time for any tenderness they may have wanted to exhibit would have to wait until next time; for now, this time it was a frenzy coupling, both wanting and needing to be together.
Hands moved feverishly trying to divest each other of their clothes quickly, shirts being dumped where they fell. Her hands went to the buckle of his jeans, tugging urgently to achieve the prize beneath. His breath hitched as her hands closed around his erection, feeling him pulse and harden further beneath her fingers; marvelling at the softness of something so hard.
“Maybe I should’ve had you do this at your interview,” he commented against her lips, “Would’ve given you a better pay package.”
She looked up at him; giving off a saucy smile, gentle pushing him back towards his recliner exaggerating the sway of her hips as she walked him backwards.
“Well, lets just see what sort of benefits package you’d put together after this,” she said pushing hard him back onto the chair.
House’s eyes went wide, not at the surprise of being shoved into his own chair but the feeling of her hands on his body. Before he could get his brain cells together to form some sort of feeble protest, she had pushed down his jeans and had engulfed him fully within the confines of her mouth.
He melted further into the comfortable chair, more aroused than ever before; it was a new sensation seeing himself being manhandled in such away.
He liked it.
He had never before appreciated the view of watching himself disappear into the warm tightness a mouth had to offer; but then again the ones who had the pleasure of meeting him this way were not her, they never would be. Watching her speak was always pleasurable seeing those luscious lips forming those difficult medical maladies; but now seeing her other specialties first hand blew his mind, or it would literally if he didn’t halt this soon.
The feel of him throbbing and growing harder in her mouth made her wet; she could feel her core soaking her panties. Feeling his fingers curling in her hair urged her on, taking him deeper into her mouth; she looked up at him through her fringe, seeing the pleasure etched onto his face, knowing that it was her causing his euphoria was empowering.
Tugging on her hair gently he pulled her up kissing her savagely, forcing his tongue between those lips of knowledge.
Pulling away from her breathing heavy, his eyes fixing her in place, wanting every word he said to be heard, his meaning obvious.
“That, dear lady would’ve earned you the benefits of both Foreman and the Wombat. Hell I’d even through in Wilson’s as well if it ensured a repeat performance.”
Allison Cameron was pleased, taking in the awed face of her boss, a smug smile formed on her lips as she closed the distance between them forcing her tongue deep into his mouth earning a growl of frustration. Their tongues swirled impatiently against each other; pushing and probing, eager to find the taste they craved.
He grabbed her hips pulling her body towards him leaving no option but for her to straddle his lap, his fingers digging into the tops of her thighs pushing her skirt higher, grinding her core against his groin wanting to get closer to the sweetness he knew lay beneath. Bringing his eager hands to the scrap of lace keeping him from achieving his goal; he tugged and her lace panties had been reduced to be occupants of the rag pile.
She groaned at his aggressive behaviour and become impatient wanting to continue with the dance that started with an argument; she impaled herself onto his waiting erection both groaning in approval of the sensations it caused. Relishing in the fullness he bought to her.
He was more than she expected, but then you could expect no less in the eyes of perfection; he was a legend in medical circles, commanding attention every time he entered a room, then why should this be so different? He’s brilliant at anything else, there was no question he would be the same in the sack.
The urge to move with the tightened silken walls surrounding him was growing; he was an impatient man often referred as having the behaviour of a two year old if not pacified immediately.
She was reluctant to move wanting to enjoy the event that she so achingly dreamed for, but like with all things House, he set the pace. Gently rocking her against his pubic bone, the once frenzied activity was reduced to a gentle meeting of souls. Barely kissing her, inviting her tongue to play, caressing each and every nook he sought, his hands running up her sides cupping her breasts, tweaking the sensitive buttons there, sending spikes of arousal to her core.
It all became too much; the sensations he caused were overloading her system. She was right when she told Chase that sex was ugly, messy and could cause death; the body temperature rises, matching blood pressure point for point, neurons sparking off electricity throughout the body, and for one minuet second you feel as if your heart stops beating, then bliss as the body rides out the euphoria of hormones as it shudders and quakes with joy delaying its end till the very last moment when the cloud of sensuality finally leaves.
House looked on with amused eyes; seeing just how truly beautiful this woman before him was; eyes scrunched up, mouth agape on a silent scream, chest heaving trying to get the much needed oxygen back into her body as it shuddered in his lap, holding her firm with his hands; loving the feel of her internal muscles contracting against him, bring him closer to the state of pleasure he was just witness to.
Allison Cameron was one happy woman; there really was no other way to describe how her body felt, tingling with the afterglow of an amazing event. But this left a determination to bring the same effects to the man before her.
She set a brutal pace, clenching, squeezing, rising and falling bringing him closer to the inevitable release. His hands helped her maintain the pace; gripping her hips hard which would leave bruises on her pale skin for sure. It would give him the excuse to give her medical attention later.
It wasn’t long before either occupant of the darkened office was closing in on release. It only took several long strokes and House was yelling his thanks to the ceiling of his office, spilling himself within her silken walls.
“Oh, Merci, Allison,” he always knew there was a reason for learning more than one language.
Allison collapsed against him muffling her scream of release into his bristled neck; clenching her inner muscles milking him dry.
House was buggered; all he could muster in the way of physical movement was the slow strokes his hands made on her back, feeling the shuddering and lingering goose bumps on her skin.
“Wow!” she breathed finally sitting up, feeling him semi hard within her; his eyes even bluer than before happiness and contentment shining in their depths.
“A bit of an understatement that one,” he chuckled.
She hit him gently on the shoulder.
“So what now?” she was solemn; after all this time sexual tension between the two was building; now with the initial orgasmic meeting, where did it leave them for the future?
House closed his eyes; it was his moment of truth. He had successfully avoided any type of personal involvement for years, but now after this it would be hard not to miss the huge obstacle now in front of him.
Allison became nervous sitting here on his lap waiting for an answer. It was a decision she was dreading and hoping for simultaneously. Becoming anxious she began to remove herself from his lap only to find herself pinned down by his large hands on her hips.
Slowly he opened his eyes.
“How long will it take to move your crap to my place?” he asked grinning.
Dr Allison Cameron smiled, truly smiled for the first time ever.
Note; Well, this is something that needed to come out. I have been having this plot bunny annoy me for the past 8 weeks and would not subside no matter how many drugs consumed. I will apologise now for not updating ‘Escape’ you may officially blame ‘Negotiations’ for that one. Also I am not entirely happy with the last chapter of it anyway - I can only plead illness at the time and a foggy brain diminished my ability to provide a good storyline. If anyone is curious - us Aussies do actually eat Kangaroo, you can buy it at the supermarket and it tastes really good.
One another entirely different note - I am watching an old episode of ‘Frasier’ and Lisa Edelstein is starring as a love interest - interesting.